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kissitbttr · 2 years

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eddie earns his first blowjob from his mean cheerleader girlfriend

warning: 18+, oral receiving, insecure eddie,

a/n: this was requested but i lost the ask lmao, enjoy. also not really that filthy xx

sex has never been his forte,

sure he jerks himself off and has a pile of porn magazines stacked underneath his bed but never actually experienced… sex.

girls aren’t exactly lining up to be getting dicked down by him. not when you’re the town freak. if anything, they avoid him like a plague. the only time girls want to be around eddie is just so that he can give them free greens and nothing else. he’s not stupid, he can tell what their true intentions are.

so when y/n came into his life. he has no idea what to expect. obviously, she’s far more experienced and skilled when it comes to it and it makes him feel slightly insecure. and jealous too. because he knows all of her exes were handsome jocks who probably scored more than twenty girls in their lives. no doubt that they had given her so much pleasure than he could possibly offer.

he wants to make her feel good. he really does.

“so, steve and robin gave me these” she pulls up two DVDs and show them to him. “evil dead and carrie. which one do you like best?”

he cocks an eyebrow, eyes switching between the two films. “i thought you wanted chick flicks or something like that?”

she shrugs, deciding to put evil dead on the player. “horror movies make me horny. and what better way to watch it than with my favorite man, hm?”

he chuckles nervously when she shoots him a wink and a smile. flirtatious one. “usually girls get horny when they see porn. but oh, not you. pretty fucked up if i might say.”

“you love it” she responds, crawling beside him as they both lay comfortably on her bed. “how’s your day, baby”

he puffs out a long exaggerated breath. “kind of shit, ms.O'Donnell been up my ass about the last assignment. she wanted me to re-do it.”

“aw that sucks” she pouts, running her fingers through his hair. “want me to beat her up for you?”

“no, i’m good” he laughs, not wanting her to do something that’ll damage her academics. the thing is about y/n, when she says something along the lines of ‘beating someone up’ you better not take it lightly.

because she will do it.

“too bad. I’d love to see her blood pouring out of those nostrils.” she sighs, plopping her head down on his chest as she hooks her leg with his. his arm wraps around her body protectively. “the offer still stands.”

“hey, enough of that would ya?” he kisses the crown of her head, smiling to himself. “as sexy as it is to see you get violent, the consequences will be ten times worse if you punch a teacher.”

“just gotta wait till graduation then.” she innocently replies, finger drawing circles on his chest.

halfway through the movie, eddie is trying his best to keep his focus on the plot. but she’s making it so hard for him to do so. she continuously shifts her weight on him, ‘accidentally’ brushing against his hard shaft with an innocent ‘oops’ every time she does it.

they’ve been together for almost a month and he hasn’t gotten used to the effect she has on him. it’s frustrating how he can’t control his thoughts and clammy palms whenever she puts her hands on his body.

“you okay?” she wonders, looking up at him with her doe eyes and playful smile. “you feel so tense, teddy”

“y-yeah” he stammers as his focus remains fixed on the screen. “just uhm, peachy”

peachy?? who the fuck says that?!

she hums in response, moving her mouth to attach itself on his neck with fingers moving down south to softly palm him over the thick material of his pants. he takes in a deep breath at the touch, finding it more difficult to think straight with her lips on him.

“y/n” he calls her softly, hand gripping tightly around her waist as he feels himself grow even more. “sweetheart i-“

she shushes him. “you look so good right now i have to do something eds.” her tongue licks a bold stripe on the skin, pushing her chest against his, “we can take turns later, yeah?”

he gulps, body melting under her touch. “s-shit, y/n wait, wait!“ he suddenly exclaims, freeing himself from her grip

y/n frowns when eddie pushes her lightly. feeling annoyed why he’s like that towards her.

“eddie what the fuck?! do you not want me to suck your cock?” she harshly asks, then a sudden realization hits her. “are you fucking another bitch behind my back, munson?!”

he wide-eyed her as she crosses her arm, ready to kill him at that exact moment. “what? no! w-what makes you think I’m cheating on you?!”

“who is it?” she shoots immediately. “Julia from the cheer team or that fucking weird four-eyed wendy’s looking motherfucker at loves to stare at you across the hall?!”

eddie is confused. he doesn’t even know who she’s talking about, let alone a wendy-looking girl that keeps staring at him. how does she even know that?

he shakes his head furiously, wrapping her hands in his grasp to reassure her.“no! oh god y/n, of course not! . i only got my eyes for my girl, you know that. plus, Julia? she hates me and my friends, why would you even think of her?”

“then what’s going on!” she groans, moving to kneel in front of him as he sits up straight. “every time we make out or when i try to suck you off, you’d push me away. are you not attracted to me, anymore?”

“princess, believe me when i say this has nothing to do with you! of course I’m still attracted to you.” he says, looking at her in the eye. “shoot me in the head if i decided to leave you for another woman, i give you the permission.”

“okay, so what is it?” her voice turns soft. “you can tell me.”

sooner or later, of course, eddie has to tell her the truth. he hates having to keep secrets from her, but it’s embarrassing. who the hell wants to date a virgin? if she found out about that, she’d look at him differently. and he doesn’t want to lose her. not when things start to get better for him,

she notices how his eyes drop down to his lap, fiddling with his fingers as he removes his hands from hers. this causes her eyebrows to knit in concern.

“baby? what’s going on” she reaches out to softly pat her thumb across his cheek,

“it’s pretty embarrassing” he lowly chuckles,

“it’s not if it got you all worked up like this. come on, It’s your girl.” she ducks her head down a bit to take a look at his features,

he exhales. “well you know it’s just that i…” he trails off, “never had sex before..”

“what?!” she sounds genuinely surprised. “you’re a virgin?”

he nods, slowly looking up to meet her eyes. “yeah. it’s why i have been so… weird. I’m sorry. i know you expected more from me.”

seeing him get so vulnerable and embarrassed because of that makes her heart break. that’s why he’s been avoiding her touch? god, this man is so precious she feels like she’s going to pass out.

“eddie, you don’t have to be sorry for being … inexperienced. there’s nothing wrong with that. and ‘expected more’? baby, you are already enough for me.” she cradles his face to get him to look at her. “do you think i care about whether you’re a virgin or not? because i don’t.”

“well, you’ve been with those guys before, right? i bet they made you feel good. and i want to do that too. perhaps even better.”

oh her heart is about to leap out of her chest.

“made me feel good? they thought they were doing something. i had to fake it because they barely knew how to do it”. she rolls her eyes, earning a small laugh from him.

“plus, i think it’s cute that no one has ever touched you before.” she giggles, pressing a kiss on his nose,

“well i don’t want to be cute! i want to be hot. for you” he grumbles, frowning like a small child.

“you are, baby” she giggles, even more, shaking her head at this adorable man. “so cute and hot, you make my head spin and panties drop. not a day goes by that i do not think of you”

“you mean that?” his voice small. “because you don’t have to say that just because I’m your boyfriend.”

“i meant every word. do you know how many girls i had to threaten and slammed against the wall for eyeing you? countless.”

“you never told me that…”

“not important” she waves her hand in an attempt to change the subject. “now… how about i make you feel good, hm?”

she moves to put her weight on top of him, putting her legs on either side of his thighs. his heart is beating a mile per minute the moment she sits there. having no idea where to place his hands, he just place them next to her knees.

there’s a twinkle of lust across her eyes, the straps of her blue nightgown falling down her shoulders. long messy hair tucks on the either side of her neck

“but i want to make you feel good too. make you cum on my fingers” he struggles to say each word when her hand begins to untie the strings of his sweatpants.

“we have plenty of time to do that, but … i think my boyfriend deserves it more. don’t you think?”

“well... only if you want to” he's being shy, cheeks red and it drives her mad how cute he's being with her

“of course, i want to.” his pants are pulled now down on his thighs and his cock springs free. “would you let me take care of you?”

he nods frantically, becoming putty underneath her bedroom eyes as she slowly wraps her soft palm around the base of his hard shaft. eddie had never thought her eye contact is strong enough to make his body tremble.

“f-fuck, sweetheart” he blows a sigh of pleasure when she goes down to lick the tip, humming to herself when she finally got a taste of him,

he watches every move she makes. afraid that if he misses just one second, he will regret it. it still doesn't feel real to him. having the prettiest girl in Hawkins as his girlfriend going down on his cock. with a sweet, innocent look decorating her features, enough to make him cream already. but he's holding it.

dear god, he's trying to hold it.

”not even halfway through but you taste so good to me already” she smiles with her tongue still out, he catches a glimpse of her piercing and almost lets out a moan. ”and you have been hiding this from me? not nice”

the minute she slips his cock into her mouth, he's a goner already. brown eyes lulling onto the back of his head with a soft grunt following. she drags her tongue slowly from the base of his shaft, all the way up before closing her mouth around the reddening tip. keeping her eyes on him as she goes, who seems to be having a hard time trying to compose himself.

a devilish smile appears on her face, and her freshly manicured hand reaches out to give his balls a soft squeeze. he flinches at the sudden contact, groaning and moaning when she works on her tongue around him.

”does that feel good, eds?” she checks on him to make after pulling her mouth off. making sure he’s enjoying every moment. coating the tip with her spit before she spreads it with her thumb, ”like having my mouth on you?”

he can only nod to answer, his body is consumed by too much euphoria to give her a verbal response. chest raising with a heavy breath every time her fingers tip-toeing over the sensitive skin. balling his fists so hard, he wouldn't be surprised if his fingernails create a dent in his palms,

”use your words, come on” she moves her hand up and down the stiff flesh with a soft grip, watching his mouth fall open.

”fuck yes. it feels so good b-baby please... don't stop, please” he begs in between breaths, almost sounding like a squeak. eddie finally opens up his eyes to gaze back at her. giving her, his best pleading look, ”i wanted your mouth for so long”

”good boy” with that, she slides his cock back into her wet mouth. while her other hand runs up and down his thigh, sending a light shiver down his spine and arising goosebumps on his skin

eddie's fingers are curling up against the sheets. a strangled noise leaving his throat when the sight of her breasts almost spilling out from the dress. looking like a proper porn star.

he thinks he might actually pass out from this. the velvety insides of her mouth make his head spin and her tongue never seemed to stop teasing the tip. his legs are tense and she can see it from the corner of her eye. she’s taken by surprise when his hips accidentally bucking up, hitting the back of her throat.

”shit, s-sorry about that, sweetheart” he softly tells her, earning a squeeze on his thigh from her as a reassurance that it's okay.

he feels his body is blazing. he can't exactly describe it but it feels so good. pure bliss blooms inside of him when she continues to bob her head up and down. and fuck, eddie doesn't want to cum just yet. but he can't take it anymore. not when she peers up at him through her lashes, still with that innocent look on her face. or when she reaches out to squeeze his heavy balls of cum.

it gets even more harder when she sinks further, moaning around his cock because the sweet, sweet taste of him is creating an excitement that bubbles in her stomach

“f-fuck, fuck. i'm cumming” he rushes, thinking that she might pull away but she only wraps her lips tighter around him. sucking even harder until he releases it all. thick, white string of cum falling in her mouth and painting her tongue. eddie cries out in pleasure, screwing his eyes shut.

his fingers slowly start to loosen the grip around the sheets, his breath going steady, and relaxes both his legs.

she pops off of him, brushing a finger in the corner of her mouth to swipe his remaining. not wanting it to go to waste. “you're so adorable” with a giggle, she plops herself next to him, “how was it?”

“fucking amazing” he laughs breathlessly, rubbing his face up and down with his hands before facing her. a lopsided smile tugging her lips. ”god you were so good with it, I thought I was going to die”

“never heard that one before” she snickers playfully, making herself comfortable underneath the duvet. cuddling up to him. “you tasted so good too, what's the secret?”

he pretends to think while pulling herself close to him. “cheerios and cigarettes”

she swats his chest with the back of her hand, making him laugh. ”I'm gonna make you some real food. my man needs to have the stamina if he's planning to fuck me with his cock.”

he freezes, leaning back slightly to take a good look at her face to see if she's pulling his leg. “what?”

“you heard me.” her voice is stern but also playful. “you're gonna fuck me into oblivion and I will guide you through it if I have to. and we're not stopping until you make both of my legs shake that i can’t fucking walk to school tomorrow.”

eddie is certain he's in heaven right now

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson blurbs #eddie munson angst #eddie munson smut #eddie things #eddie munson x mean!cheerleader

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soraontop · 3 months

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II. I WON’T SAY (I’M IN LOVE)

title i won’t say (i’m in love)

summary it’s that first “oh. oh.” moment for sora. chapter 2 to ‘10 things i hate about you’ series

genre fluff, angst, slice of life ???

characters jung sora (8th female member oc of enhypen), jake sim, brief cameos of other enhypen members xx

warnings poly ot7 enhypen au with 8th female member. sora is difficult and emotionally stunted. feelings realization. implications of sora’s not so great home life.

words 3,033

note sorry im a professional procrastinator thats why it took forever 😭 this just isnt my only focus sjfndjd i focus on so many things at once lmao. anyways, pls let me know what u guys think and if theres anything yall wanna see ?? like in the past or present time !!

PREVIOUS.

ISEULLIE: sora check out this video LOL it’s hilarious

ISEULLIE: [link]

Sora stares down at her phone, the YouTube video thumbnail staring back up at her. scorpioz being scorpioz, the title said with the thumbnail saying ‘sorajake being sorajake’. Her brows furrow, eyes darting between the picture of her and Jake mid-laugh, staring at one another over the heads of the other boys.

She curiously clicks the link, and it’s a matter of fifteen seconds before she’s giggling at her phone. She never responds to Iseul until later. In her head, she can’t even hear the bustling noise of Jay making lunch for the group and her members shouts— not that she paid much mind to it, anyway. She grew up as the only girl in a family full of boys, she could typically deal with the noise. The video sends her into a whole new world of Engene made videos of the group, mostly watching the ones concerning her. Almost every video she watches includes Jake. A lot.

She’s never realized how much she really talks to or about Jake. Yes, she’s thought about the ‘what if?’ question that Jake was never in her life and how she’d deal without him. (Her answer: She couldn’t.) But for there to be so many parts to a video series titled “Reasons to Ship JakeSora” was a bit ridiculous.

A knock on her door interrupts her watching, making her sit up in shock before she quickly swipes out of the app and clears her throat, glancing around her room for anything out of place— as if that would tell on her for watching fan made videos of her and her members. Oh, she thinks she’d genuinely die if she was caught. She can never do that again.

“Come in,” she says, hoping the person behind the door wouldn’t notice the waver in her voice. The knob turns and the door opens, revealing Jake standing with a cup of steaming hot ramen in hand. She blinks. Speak of the devil …

Jake grins that stupid crooked smile, kicking the door shut behind him gently. “You haven’t eaten all day, are you going on strike?” Amusement shines in his eyes and she rolls her eyes, an automatic response at this point. He’s almost as bad as Sunghoon, she swears. He holds out the ramen and a pair of chopsticks to her.

“Just too lazy to get up,” she manages to bite back a grin as her lips threaten to twitch. She takes it carefully, blowing on it gently and looks up at the older boy. “Thank you.” She tries not to spit the words out as if they’re poison, but old habits die hard.

Jake notices, but he doesn’t mention it. “Do you want to go watch a movie?” He asks instead, seemingly holding his breath for her reaction.

Sora smiles slightly, feeling her heart warming in her chest, “Yeah, what are we gonna watch?” She grabs her phone and ramen, shoving the phone in her pajama shorts for a free hand.

“I meant, like,” he waves his hand at her, fumbling for the words, “Outside. At a theater.” He then hastily clarifies, “With me.”

“In public?” Sora blinks, surprised. He wants to go out in public with her where it’s inevitable for a fan or some to catch them. Yes, they were seen in public all the time but that was when it was for a schedule. He nods silently.

Strangely enough, to her, it was more intimate to be seen out together without any staff or other members. It meant that he wanted to be seen with her in public.

For a brief, panicky moment, her heart stops at the thought.

Swallowing the taste in her mouth with a bite of ramen, she slowly nods, “Okay. What movie?”

Jake proceeds to ramble on about the movie, what it was about, who was starring in it, what he liked about the trailer. She tries to listen, she really does— but she suddenly finds his lips a lot more interesting. Without even meaning to, her eyes keep dropping from his eyes to his mouth, watching as he’d momentarily pull his bottom lip between his teeth as he thought about something before saying it.

Horror suddenly fills her chest once she realizes what she’s doing, eyes widening and a small gasp leaving her mouth. Jake, who hears, stops, looking at her in concern, “What? What is it?”

Sora’s face goes blank. “Nothing, the ramen just burned my tongue.”

Jake looks more concerned now, “Shit, I’m sorry, Sora.” He starts to lean forward and she tenses, looking at him with wide eyes as he … tries to inspect her mouth? What the hell was happening? Why was he so concerned? “Is your tongue OK? Let me see—”

Sora was already panicked with how close he was— imagine how much that tripled when he cupped her cheek and tried to urge her to open her mouth. Her heart pounding was so loud in her ears that it blocked out everything else Jake was saying. She didn't know what she was thinking, all she knew was that she had to get away from him and fast, preferably before her heart burst out of her chest.

In her haste to get away, she completely forgot about the cup of ramen in her lap and didn’t secure it before jolting up. With a painful gasp, the ramen tips over and spills over her clothes and bed. To prevent from letting out any other painful mutters, she bit down on her tongue— hard. It wasn’t as bad as she had previously said it was, but it was still warm— warm enough to hurt badly.

“Shit! Sora—” Jake bolts up after her, looking at her soaked clothes with wide eyes. “Fuck, fuck— are you OK?!” He doesn’t wait for her reply before he’s shouting out into the dorm, “Hyung! Jay! Jungwon! Sora’s hurt!”

Oh, don’t tell them that, Jake! A voice in her head groans. She never wants to worry them.

Sora faintly notices the lull of conversation from the boys outside, before she hears multiple loud footsteps rushing towards her room. She shakes her head as her door is pushed open, revealing the rest of her members crowded in the doorway. Jay pushed himself to the front, closely followed by Heeseung and Sunghoon with wide, frantic eyes.

She tries to reassure them that she’s OK, that it’s just a little spill, and a little of a burning, but nothing she’s never handled before. But their voices are overlapping, asking what happened, if she was OK, and Jungwon was rushing in with two towels, quickly wrapping one around her and putting one on the floor to clean up the ramen.

Sora blinks at the noise, getting tired of hearing the same questions so she huffs, raising her voice as she shouts, “Shut up!”

The boys shut up. Sunghoon, even in his worry, manages to raise his eyebrows and point a finger at him as if to ask, “Me?”

She breathes out, looking down at her now dirty clothes, “Thank you. I’m fine. It’s just a little spill.”

“A little spill?” Heeseung asks in disbelief, “Your skin’s red because of how hot it is, Sora.”

She looks down again, tilting her head to see the redness Heeseung claims to see. “Huh.” She murmurs, seeing how unusually red her skin was. “Well … It doesn’t feel that bad.”

“You’re going to feel it in a minute,” Jay quickly grabs her by the wrist gently, pulling her out of her room, passing by the concerned Sunoo and Niki. Her skin tingles where he grabs her, and she’s not so sure the redness on her skin is from the ramen anymore. “Hurry, go take a shower— No hot water. We’ll clean this up, don’t worry.”

“Oh, no, really, I’m fine,” Sora laughs lightly, shaking her head, “Like, it’s really not even that bad—”

Sunghoon doesn’t even bother letting her finish her sentence, picking her up and basically dragging her to the bathroom. She can feel Jake’s apologetic and worried eyes on her as she’s dragged out of her own room. “Hey!” She quickly hits him lightly on the shoulder, “Let me go!”

“Alright,” he shrugs, letting Niki push open the bathroom door and quickly shoves her in. She whirls around just in time for the bathroom door to shut in her face.

Her mouth drops open, “Sunghoon!”

“Sunghoon Oppa,” he corrects.

“You earn that title!” Sora hits the door lightly, trying to wiggle the doorknob, but it doesn’t open, “Let me out! I’m OK, please don’t clean it up, I’ve got it!”

“Already started,” Niki’s voice comes through the door, “Too late. Get in the shower before it gets worse, noona, please.”

“Don’t be dumb,” Jungwon chastises her lightly next, “You know it’s the smart thing to do.” She can’t help but feel appalled, again.

“But—”

“No buts!” She can hear Heeseung shout from her room.

Sora resists the urge to throw a tantrum like she would have nearly six years ago. She sighs, the warmth now a dull ache. “I don’t even have clothes to change into!”

“We’ll get you new clothes,” Sunoo reassures her from outside the door now.

“Don’t go through my room!” She says loudly, starting off as a shriek before she forces herself to quieten down. It reminded her too much of her old self. “Just let me out and I’ll—”

“Let you out so you can lock yourself in another room?” Sunghoon sounds somehow both amused and serious now, and she has no idea how, “Get in the shower, Sora.”

“I’ll get you clothes, Sora,” Sunoo says gently, then there was a light thump on the door. She wonders if he’s resting his head on the door like she is. (He is.) “Don’t worry, I won’t snoop or anything.”

“I know, but …” Her voice is uncharacteristically weak, “Just … Get me a shirt and pants, please. I’ll get the rest …” She feels awkward saying it, her brothers were far too young to even want to help her with anything. She wasn’t used to this, being taken care of. She didn’t like it. She also just didn’t want any of the boys going through her room and finding things she never wanted them to see.

There’s a pause, and then footsteps walk away from the bathroom door, but she can tell one or two people are still on the opposite side.

“Sunoo’s getting your clothes,” Sunghoon murmurs, and there’s another pause, “Don’t be stubborn. You know we just want to help.” His footsteps then walk away, too, and she finally relaxes, swallowing as she turns to face the bathroom mirror. The mirror is slightly still fogged from whoever took a shower earlier, and she swipes at it with her hand to look at her body clearly.

She winces at the redness on her arms and thighs, knowing from experience that it would hurt way less later on. She had no idea how she was going to explain this to their managers.

“Sora,” she jumps when she heard Jake’s soft voice on the other side, turning as if she could see him. She slowly walks closer to the door as he says, “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean for it to spill on you.”

“It’s OK,” she shakes her head, frowning to herself. “It wasn’t your fault at all, I’m the one who spilled it.”

“But I brought it to you—”

“It should’ve been on the table,” Sora says it like it’s final, leaving no room for an argument. Jake doesn’t reply for a moment and she wonders if he left, but she didn’t hear him walk away.

“Still, it must’ve hurt a lot,” Jake insists.

“I’m used to it,” the words come out of her mouth before she can even think it through. She visibly recoils once she realizes, mouth parting in shock as she starts to frantically look around as if it’d give her an excuse on why she said that. “I— Uh—”

“What do you mean?” Jake asks, his tone being mixed of confusion and cautiousness, and she can imagine him standing on the other side with that cute confused look he gets. She curses herself for somehow managing to think about something like that in a situation like this. It’s just the videos getting to her, she knows it.

Sora sighs, “I just mean I’ve been cooking for a long time, remember? My mom taught me young.” Kind of, but this time she keeps the truth to herself.

“Oh, right,” Jake laughs, sounding relieved. “You know, I thought for a second …” Don’t say it, don’t say it. “You know what? Nevermind. Just … I’m sorry, OK?” Before they can get into another little argument over the same topic, she hears his footsteps walking away.

Sora wants to scream. Her face falls into her hands, slumping against the door. Her hand comes back and lightly smacks herself on the head, “Why, why, why …” So stupid of her to be so careless. They didn’t need to know anything in her home life. That was a mistake.

Why did she feel so compelled to just spill her guts out to Jake? That was the last thing she needed was for him to know anything in general. Sure, the basic stuff about her was fine, but he, nor the others, needed to know anything about her home life. She knew they’d overreact, and she just wanted life to slow down a bit so she could catch her breath.

Forcing herself off the door, she sighs loudly and starts the cold water.

Sora really can’t understand why she’s doing this to herself.

She really does try her best to not avoid Jake the next few days, she doesn’t want him thinking she blames him for the spill, but she also just … needs space. Every time he touches or jokingly flirts with her, even when he just talks to her or says her name, her heart starts pounding and her face gets warm. She’s tired of it, and needs a break. So if she stays close to Sunoo or Heeseung for the majority of the next week, he doesn’t think anything of it.

It’s the middle of the week, and ENHYPEN are at dance practice, already practicing for their first comeback despite still in the middle of promotions for Given-Taken. Sora is ever so unsuspecting, pushing her hair back up with a ponytail as the only sound in the room was her and her members’ loud out of breath panting. The choreographer claps once, “Good job, guys. See you tomorrow, yeah?”

Sora forces herself to respectfully bow as her members do, waving goodbye to the staff and choreographer that leave. The only people in the room now are the group and their managers, Wooseok and Hyosun, and she glances around to see that Wooseok is calling someone and Hyosun is texting. She turns to look for her water bottle that was no longer in the same place it was before, but is startled when two water bottles were presented to her at the same time.

Feeling a creeping sense of dread, she presses her lips together and looks up, finding both Jay and Jake holding out bottles of water to her. She glances between the two, who glance at her and then to the waters and then to each other. Both of their hands move like they’re going to take it back, but when they both catch what the other is doing, they freeze.

“Um,” Sora murmurs, feeling awkward as her face heats up, mostly out of embarrassment and slightly flustered. She doesn’t like the position she’s in, at all. She notices movement in the corner of her eye and turns her head to see Niki holding up her lilac water bottle in his hand slightly from his spot against the wall. “Yeah, thanks but …” She gestures to Niki, quickly grabbing it from him and starting to chug it down. Half because she really was thirsty, the other half because she wanted to ignore the situation.

Avoiding eye contact with the other members, who were watching the awkward moment, she sits in between Heeseung and Sunoo. Pressing the cool bottle against her cheek, she waits a few moments before looking back up to see if anyone was still staring at her.

Her eyes connect with Jay’s and she abruptly turns her head back to the floor, feeling her face get impossibly hot, even with the water bottle. She feels like she just got caught doing something she shouldn’t have done.

There had to be something seriously wrong with her.

“Your face is really red,” Heeseung whispers from beside her, and she turns her head to stare at him. He blinks. She blinks before turning her head back to the floor.

“Yeah, we just got done practicing,” she mutters, swallowing. She’s afraid if she stares any longer, he’ll be able to know what she’s thinking.

Here’s the thing— Sora isn’t dumb. She was placed in the top three of her class, and she was sure to get into any university she wanted. She’s also been in a relationship before, she’s had plenty of crushes— she knows. But she can’t.

Not when they’re her members.

If it were anyone else, she wouldn’t think much into it and would let it pan out.

And it wasn’t even just one of them. It was two. She really was proving netizens right. And she hated it. So what was she going to do?

Ignore it and hope it goes away. And if not, well … She was pretty sure that plan would work. She didn’t want to think about what would happen if it didn’t.

As long as she remains strictly platonic with her members, everything would be fine. She’s worked too damn hard to get where she is now, she’s been through two survival shows, and she wasn’t going to go on another one again. She would succeed in her dream.

Still, she seems to forget that the heart wants what it wants.

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I Always Get What I Want | K.R.

pairing: Kylo Ren x fem!reader

summary: You find yourself in the clutches of Kylo Ren, how and why you were unsure, but you were even more unsure of your attraction to him. He saw your thoughts, he knew how you felt, and consequently he knew how he needed to require information from you.

word count: 3.6k

warnings: swearing, dirty talk, virgin!reader, loss of virginity, (slight) dubcon, fingering, cum eating, unprotected sex, PinV sex, inappropriate use of the force, Kylo's an asshole

A/N: kylo was the first adam character i ever fell for so this felt oddly healing to write lmao

Your eyes fluttered fluttered open but everything was blurry. As your vision came into focus the throbbing pain in your skull became more apparent. Only then did you realize you had no idea where you were.

Your arms tugged to rub your eyes, soothe your burning headache— but your arms were confined. Letting out a confused murmur you looked around, trying to figure out where you were.

“Ah, you’re awake.” The metallic and vaguely inhuman voice made your blood turn cold. You immediately knew the source of the voice.

That’s right… you were on Takodana fighting with the Resistance before everything went dark.

Despite the thick lump of nerves that formed in your throat, you spoke. “Where am I?”

He had the nerve to laugh, regardless it was more of a huff of a laugh, but it was still audible even over the synthesizer of his mask.

“You’re on my ship.” His voice had a snap to it, one that spoke wordlessly that he wasn’t interested in playing polite greeting games.

But his response only made the hair on your neck stand straight up— what in stars sake could he possibly want with you to such an extreme he’d capture you and load you onto his ship?!

You wracked your brain recalling every event moment for moment as it passed, but it was incredibly difficult as your head throbbed, making it seem almost impossible to recount events clearly.

Han Solo. Takodana. Fighting Stormtroopers. The metallic hiss of his synthesizer… then blackness. An all encompassing blackness.

Another huff of a laugh ripped you from your thoughts— and you could’ve sworn the thrumming in your head seemed to die down.

“For the Resistance, you’re not very bright.”

Your arms pulled against the restraints, wriggling in your chair as you tried to face your captor— the absolute vile creature that was Kylo Ren.

As if he knew you wanted to face him, he effortlessly glided around the edge of your confining seat.

He was large, dark— and not just in dressing but in energy too. His leather cladden hands were interlocked behind his back. His cold and empty mask staring right in your direction, you could feel his eyes on you though you could not see them.

“Why am I here?” you spat with a sudden haste. You were truthfully less concerned with your own predicament than you were of your fellow fighters— your friends.

“Why do you think you’re here?” his tone dripped with a sticky sweetness that made your stomach roll with annoyance. He was toying with you.

He grazed around your chair again, looking away from your direction as he strolled in front of you. “There’s a droid working for your… friends… I need it’s location and you’re going to give it to me.”

Your brows furrowed, “I’m not giving you anything.” His mask snapped back in your direction. “No?”

For not being able to see his own face, this was the most intense staredown you’d ever been in.

“We’ll just have to see about that, won’t we?”

Before you had a moment to think, a leather hand outstretched and the throbbing of your head grew the strongest it’d been. It drew a tear from your eye as you strained and hissed through your teeth trying to fight the pressure that made your skull feel like it was going to explode.

You despised this guy. He was weak, and even worse he was a coward… hiding behind a mask.

Almost with a shudder his hand withdrew and the pain ceased though a pounding lingered. “I see you think so highly of me.”

“What does it matter what I think of you?” You spat again, a soft pant to your words as you recovered from the pain.

His head cocked to the side as he looked at you, stars, how you’d love to punch him in the face.

He raised his hands and you winced, readying yourself for another wave of pain but you were instead met with a whooshing hiss that made your eyes shoot up to find the source.

How you wish you hadn’t looked up.

Kylo Ren had pulled off his helmet and rather glamorously shook his head causing his raven waves to bounce free of the metal enclosure from which they were previously held.

Another lump formed in your throat as you looked over him. He had big, almost puppy dog-ish brown eyes. His nose was large and perfectly angled. His lips were plush and pink. The skin of his face was littered with freckles and beauty marks that envied a map of stars in the galaxy.

Being so momentarily enraptured by his appearance you’d failed to notice the drumming in your brain growing larger. “I’m flattered.” he hummed with that same sticky sweet tone.

You cursed yourself under your breath. He was Han and Leia’s son… of course he would be captivating… if only he hadn’t captivated you, literally and figuratively.

He was still in your head and his lip quirked upward in disapproval of your thoughts about his parents.

“Where is the droid?” he asked again.

This was pointless— “You know where the droid is, you were on Takodana, were you not?” you hissed. “What happened to my friends?”

His eyes narrowed briefly as he considered you. “Perhaps you’ll be pleased to learn I have no idea.”

Somehow that made you feel better and simultaneously worse. If he didn’t know they were dead, then they had to be alright, but that still only posed the question why you were here.

“Are you finished playing stupid now? I know you’ve seen the map… you’d somehow convinced the droid to show it to you.” His eyes narrowed again, the corner of his right eye twitched briefly. “You headed off Han Solo on Leia’s orders… I know everything.”

You wanted to scream in frustration, scream at him for being in your head, but all you could do was bite your tongue.

Because worst of all… he knew. He knew your thoughts, yes, but he knew how frustrated your thoughts became the longer you looked at him.

He took a few steps forward, closing in any respectable distance as he drew nearer to you, his head cocking again, looking at you. “I need to see that map… and I will see it by all means necessary.”

You wanted to cross your arms, put up all your defenses but this stupid chair held you pinned and vulnerable to him.

“You won’t get that map from me.” you spat.

His lip quirked up again, this time it was sly, almost entertained. “We’ll see.”

His hand outstretched again, the leather of his gloves strained against the stretch of his fingers as he reached further into your head.

You lurched out of the chair, fighting against it with every ounce of strength you had— and only when your mind flashed the image of his face again did the throbbing cease once more.

“Oh… I see.” You flopped weak and limp like a rag doll, only the restraints holding you up. You cursed under your breath for your mind’s betrayal against your senses.

Your eyelids fluttered weakly as you looked up at him through your lashes. You wanted to look away from him, in fact you begged that your body would react on its own, but it didn’t.

“I know just how to deal with you… it’s so clear to me now.”

Your brows gently knit, not knowing where he was going, before his fingers gently twitched and you shot straight back against the chair with a less than gentle bang as your head hit the metal support.

You couldn’t stop the groan that leeched out from your throat before your eyes caught him again, another sly smirk on his face.

He was still exceedingly close and you hated the way your stomach flipped as his eyes studied you. His hand outstretched again and with half the thought he was going to reach into your mind you pinched your eyes shut… but the thrumming didn’t start, and instead you felt fingers pinch against your chin.

Your eyes shot open wide, meeting his face as he held your gaze to look at him. “Strange…” he hummed. You tried to wiggle out of his grip, but it was firm, and the restraints weren’t helping your predicament… you had no choice but to sit helplessly and look at him.

You watched as his eyes drifted over your features before gliding down your neck— ever so slowly, until they glanced at your body. If you weren’t looking right at him, you would’ve missed it because only a beat later his eyes were right back on yours.

“Oh don’t worry… I can feel it.”

You bit back the whine that bubbled in your throat. He kept his grip on your chin, holding your gaze to his as you felt something caress the side of your neck making you jolt. His hand hadn’t moved yet it was unmistakable something was touching you. His smirk pulled again as he ran his leather cladden thumb against your cheek.

“You’ll learn… I always get what I want.” his words came out almost in a cooing fashion.

The caress on your neck drifted lower, now moving down your side. Your fists clenched, and Kylo’s gaze flicked toward them before looking to your eyes again.

“Don’t pretend you don’t like it.” he cooed again, a slight jeer in his tone. Your brows knit as you tried to rip your face away– not wanting him to stop, but not wanting to look at him either.

Only a moment too late did you remember the Force… that was the ghostly pressure that was sweeping down your hip, trailing around your thigh, inching closer and closer to your sex. This time as much as you hated it, you couldn’t stop the whimper.

You couldn’t decide what you hated more, Kylo’s entertained smirk, or the fact that your body betrayed you and you dripped with arousal over what he was doing to you.

The pressure caressed your slit, making you gasp and jolt, Kylo’s eyes glued on you the entire time. He had you just where he wanted you, the two of you both knew it. “Show me the map.” he purred.

You whined, shaking your head. You knew better than to speak, knowing your voice would betray you.

“Very well then.” Without warning, what felt like the pressure of two fingers slid inside you and you mewled pathetically, Kylo still watching you squirm. The pressure withdrew before reentering you, forming a pattern.

You wriggled in your seat and fought against Kylo’s grip, it was a feeling you were not familiar with… which again, Kylo knew. His own brows furrowed softly as he raised his hand, “You’ve never been touched like this?” he hummed. You could only whimper, but the pressure in your head appeared again– making it clear this would be his form of communication with you.

Kylo sucked his teeth and looked at you almost as if disappointed. “Then I suppose this is an honor.” his smirk curled back on his lips again. He was still in your head, still teasing your cheek with his thumb.

A third pressure applied around your clit, flicking over it and making you gasp again, trying to escape from his grasp. He had an expression of sick delight as he watched you fight against his grip on your face, watching as you writhed under the pressure of the Force.

You were forced to look into those big brown eyes, forced to watch as he studied your every movement– seeing what you reacted to the most. Your gaze drifted to his hand that was still raised– still reaching into your head. All of this being so completely new to you, being touched for the first time, you couldn’t stop yourself from wondering what he himself would feel like, and not the ghostly pressure.

As soon as you thought it you immediately cursed yourself, as Kylo’s smirk pulled into what was arguably a smile. “Filthy little thing, aren’t you?” he purred.

“Well, as you wish.” The throbbing in your head ceased as he lowered both his outstretched arm, and dropped your face.

The pressure around your clit and inside of you seemed to vanish into thin air, and he released your chin. Your body fought with the feeling of relief that it was gone, but also with the slight remorse you felt missing it.

Kylo stood from your side, coming around to the front of your chair. His eyes studied your body as he pulled himself in closer, his leather covered hand running down your chest and your abdomen before dipping beneath the waistband of your pants. The feeling made you gasp again. The leather was smooth and textured in a way that was entirely different from the pressure of the Force.

His fingers teased your cunt, sliding through your slit as his eyes looked into yours and he collected your slick on his gloves. He watched intensely as he plunged two fingers inside you. Your brows knit and you fought the urge to cry out.

His large hands felt even bigger with the leather of his glove, and the sensation was entirely new. His thumb caught on your clit as he rubbed circles against your nub.

“You wanna show me the map yet?” he asked, curling his fingers inside of you and making you moan out. You pinched your eyes shut, not wanting to look at him– you couldn’t bear to look at him, at the way he studied your expression so heavily as he fucked you on his fingers. Leather exploring territories of you that have never been crossed before.

You only opened your eyes when that caressing pressure glided across your throat before squeezing at the sides.

He hummed, “That’s better. I want to see those eyes.” You still wanted to hit him, to curse at him, he was still toying with you but in an even more cruel way.

He worked his fingers in and out of you, thrusting and curling them. His eyes flicked down to his hand, watching as it explored your cunt.

When you whimpered out a cry, he groaned, making you clench around his fingers. His eyes flickered back up to yours. “Oh?” he purred. He sucked his teeth softly, “Those little sounds you make…” he huffed softly.

Your eyes widened briefly as his other hand reached down his own torso, rubbing his hand against himself. He saw you watch, and his lip curled into another smirk as he hummed. His fingers curled inside you again, and you couldn’t help but moan out.

He withdrew his hand from you, looking away from your face as he studied the slick of your arousal coating his gloved fingers. His eyes met yours as he raised the glove to his plush lips, his tongue darting between his fingers and lapping it up, the sight making you whine again and clench around nothing. He drew his fingers into his mouth, sucking them off before removing them with a pop as he looked over you.

“Maybe I’ll have to fuck the map out of you… what do you think of that?” he cooed, making you whimper again.

He leaned over you again, his fingers reaching for your restraints. “If you try anything stupid, you won’t like the consequences, understood?” His gaze on you was so intimidating you couldn’t help but nod.

He unclasped your wrists and you didn’t waste a moment to rub them, sore and strained as they were from the tightness in which they were being held.

You didn’t get another moment to soothe your wrists as you were being pulled to your feet and turned around. Kylo pressed his hips into your backside as you bit harshly on your lip to stop the moan that bubbled in your throat. He grabbed hold of the waistband of your pants and with a swift tug he pulled them off of you, embarrassment ripping through your body at your exposure.

His leather hand groped your ass, rubbing against your skin as he pressed his hips against your backside again, making the whine pull from your throat.

Kylo tutted, “How would the Resistance feel if they saw you now?” You didn’t even have time to stop the pathetic whimper that escaped you following his words, and Kylo chuckled darkly.

You heard rustling behind you and as much as you wanted to look over your shoulder, you felt frozen. “Arms on the chair.” he ordered, and you unfortunately obeyed.

You gasped as he slid his cock between your folds, your body jolting slightly at the sensation, before a pressure applied to all your limbs and you were genuinely frozen to the spot.

You prickled with annoyance as the asshole used the Force to hold you still, but you didn’t have long to dwell on it as he prodded at your entrance and you sucked in a great breath.

Kylo sunk into you and you let out a cry as your insides were bittersweetly painful. It was a hot searing pain that was oddly intoxicating. You were suddenly thankful for the Force holding you steady, because you would’ve collapsed upon the feeling— he was big.

His hands found your waist, continuing to sheathe himself inside of you until his hips were flush with your ass, and he groaned as he bottomed out.

“Shit- you’re tight…” he huffed. It didn’t help that you clamped around him and he groaned again.

He pulled out of you slightly, drawing another cry from your throat before he sank back in.

After a few moments of slow thrusts, he picked up pace, pulling you back by the hips onto him. You moaned out as he fucked into you, the feeling making your head spin.

The only sounds in the room were skin hitting skin, your whines, and Kylo’s deep groans— you begged the stars that nobody could hear you.

His cock fucked you incredibly. He filled you up so well and prodded a certain spot inside you that sent shockwaves of pleasure through your system.

Kylo hummed, “You like this don’t you? Filthy whore… being fucked by my cock.” he hissed through his teeth as he issued a particularly painful thrust.

Two sensations added to your pleasure, the ghostly pressure was suddenly on your clit again, but was also squeezing at the sides of your throat, stifling another cry.

“I’m gonna make you cum on my cock like the little Resistance slut you are.” he hissed as his hips slammed against yours.

All you could do was offer more strangled moans as his pace grew frantic, his hands squeezing harshly on your hips as the pressure on your clit also quickened.

An unfamiliar knot grew in your core and every buck of his hips made it grow tighter. “K-Kylo-“ you whimpered, earning a husky groan in response.

The grip on your throat strengthened and you strangled out a gasp. “Filthy- fuck- filthy Resistance scum.” Kylo cursed.

He split you open with his ravenous and intense thrusts, he was anything but gentle. “You’re gonna cum when I tell you to- you understand?”

You squeaked out another response as the Force gripped the sides of your throat again.

Kylo was cursing and panting behind you, his movements rough and fervid as you poured out more cries and moans that managed to slip past the grip on your throat.

Tears stung at your eyes as the knot in your stomach was growing impossibly tighter, you weren’t sure what was happening but you had a feeling you weren’t going to last much longer.

You choked out his name again and he hissed between his teeth. “Cum like the slut you are.”

His hips buckled into yours and the pressure on your clit seemed to intensify, and before you knew it your vision blurred as the knot burst and your cunt clenched down around him— white hot pleasure flooding your senses.

You choked out a cry, pinching your eyes shut and the pressure holding your body still ceased, causing your limbs to tremble.

You had barely enough time to process your own release before Kylo uttered more curses and your cunt flooded with warmth, his hips still snapping against yours as your walls clenched, milking him to his end.

As his movements stilled he pulled out of you, removing his hands and almost making you collapse against the chair, but you fought to hold yourself up.

You glanced over your shoulder, watching as he pulled up his own pants and tucked himself back inside them before he caught your eye.

You barely had a moment before his hand outstretched and your head pounded, making you cry out.

Kylo grunted as your orgasm thankfully blurred your thoughts. His hands harshly tugged your pants back up and he turned you and roughly shoved you back into the chair.

As soon as you tried to put up a fight the Force seized your limbs and you went slack. He hastily buckled the restraints around your arms again.

“You’re horrible!” you spat at him.

Kylo only smirked, “You liked it.”

He stood to his full height, picking up his helmet and quickly replaced it over his head. “Don’t you worry, I will get that map from you… until then, I think I’ll be keeping you around.”

You cursed at him, making a metallic chuckle bounce off the walls of the interrogation room before doors screeched open and heavy footprints echoed out of the room.

Stars you hated Kylo Ren.

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❤️‍🩹Finding Love ☆ Timeless Tarot Guidance

Elements/Signs in this reading are calibrated to all aenergetic placements. Feel free to read as many Elements/Signs as you feel called to at this point in your spiritual evolution♡

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You want to see how a nation falls? First, make sure every family unit is fucked. The foundation of the beginning of a ruined society is a dysfunctional family unit. A household that is lacking warmth and affection is a breeding house for psychopaths…or sure-victims of them. How is this not obvious to everybody? Well, in our case, I guess the Boomerangs just didn’t care…enough?

An entire generation of selfish psychopaths preoccupied with order and rules, obsessed with the idea of a ‘perfect image’ even at the cost of the authenticity of their children’s Souls. Tell me if they ain’t breeding new generations of psychopaths? But…who fucked the Boomerangs in the first place? And who had fucked the generation that fucked the Boomerangs? 考えきれない。There’s no end to thinking about it. But!

Not all hope is lost. For we have us—OURSELVES! You, who are reading this, who are blessed with this peculiarly RARE thing in the world: self-awareness. That you’re curious about the roots of your sorrow; that you’re trying to be better; that you’re willing to face your own demons so you grow in character, all because you care enough not to perpetuate the cycle.

There is Hope is us. In people like you and I. For this spiritual work alone, you are going to be blessed with the utmost beautiful Love, first, by finding it inside of yourself~

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Finding Love for 🐞Fire Signs - Silver Alchemist (Ramon Llull)

5 of Cups, Queen of Wands, XIX The Sun

You know, Fire Signs are passionate. So passionate they often get way too invested in whatever matters to them. That’s why when betrayal or any other kind of a fallout happens, they find it so difficult to calm down, let alone move on from. I want you to know this isn’t a failure of your character or anything like it, not necessarily, no. You care. And that’s a wonderful thing. And it genuinely, usually, takes A LOT to finally get a Fire Sign to stop caring.

That’s the one thing about you: PASSION. Within the context of this reading, could it be that you’ve been putting your passion on the wrong things, the wrong people? Because you’re not a quitter, right? Maybe you’ve had this tendency of wanting to make sure things work out; after all, you’ve invested so much into this thing, project, people, whatever. Not quitting on the wrong things will only drain you of high-vibrational, positive spiritual aenergy left in you, babe. Then…frustrations and sadness are just going to drain you of more physical energy.

Low energy also makes people irritable, unmotivated and non-optimistic, right? Let not the harshness of your connections with people dim your natural brightness. What’s really important to figure out now is how you can shift your focus on being passionate about things, places, work, and people that truly, truly, bring joy and sunshine into your Life~

'Daughter. Spend your life Loving. Not seeking Love. Ocean need not seek water.' – Dr Jaiya John

Oracle Guidance for Fire Signs🔻❤️

🐏Aries – Priestess of Fortune

🦁Leo – Priestess of Integrity

🎠Sagittarius – Priestess of Opulence

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Finding Love for 🐍Earth Signs - Silver Magus (Merlin)

XV The Devil Rx, 7 of Cups Rx, VI The Lovers Rx

I tend to think that Earth and Water Signs are the TRUE psychopaths of the zodiac LMAO Underdeveloped Taurus, Virgo and Caps are so incredibly selfish and self-centred that they make human interactions such a misery business. And due to the nature of their Earthy-ness—meaning they can be quite hard to shake—Earth Signs can be quite bigoted about certain viewpoints they hold. Within the context of this reading, Earth Signs literally make a hell out of their very own existence through their inability to connect human-to-human with other…humans.

Or is it really an inability? Is it not simply a refusal? An Earth Sign must ponder this upon itself. Maybe you’ve been in refusal to be more empathetic because it is paramount to be empirical in any situation? Perhaps you’re the type of person that values objectivity above all forms of subjectivity? But the Human experience is subjective. Approaching all types of human connection with an eye of business or with the mind of an objective researcher will only hinder your capacity for real empathy.

The Human experience is an empathetic experience. People feel things and sometimes those feelings are heavy and burdensome and they get the better of us—that’s just the reality of being alive XD If you could give yourself the grace of a more subjective point of view when viewing yourself and the many experiences you go through, then maybe it will be that much easier to notice how other people also base their decisions for forming connections through a very subjective lens—and you will see that being this way creates a more true bond between people.

Does all this sound too subversive for logical Earth Signs? XD

The Problem With Being Too Logical in Love by The School of Life

Oracle Guidance for Earth Signs🔻💚

🐂Taurus – Priestess of Luck

🧘🏻‍♀️Virgo – Priestess of Magick

🐐Capricorn – Priestess of Clarity

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Finding Love for ⛲Air Signs - Red Alchemist (John Dee)

XVII The Star, Ace of Cups, 3 of Cups Rx

The Star is associated with Aquarius, right? Whoa, the epitome of Human intelligence :D Air Signs are intelligent and very interested in people—in human relations and understanding what makes people tick. That’s why Air Signs make the best friends and confidants…as long as they don’t run their mouths hahah Now that is a matter of character. What kind of person are you in your friend group(s)? Do you play different characters in different groups? Sounds like a lot of fun XD

Air Signs do tend to have (or belong to) different groups of people depending on function. It’s very interesting. Air Signs can be the glue that connects different groups of people who, without Air Sign, would never have come into contact with one another. Gemini is the fun-loving funny member of a group. Libra is a charming diplomat who’s considerate towards everybody. Aquarius is the pioneering CEO who gets everybody working towards a goal. Ideally, well-developed Air Signs would be these things :D

You should really value this unique intelligence of yours that has the power to eradicate all crazy unreasonable differences in the world, you know. You of all people, I’m very certain, have this keen ability to get to the roots of everybody’s mental problems. After all, you are mental. Air Signs usually don’t get a lot of credits for being empathetic or whatever and that’s true for the most part. But what you do have is this INTEREST in people, and that’s good enough for starters XD It makes you a good person, you know.

Literally, you’re the type that can make friends with just about anybody. You are polite and charming—and those with Venus here are often very beautiful, too!

Oracle Guidance for Air Signs🔻💙

👯Gemini – Priestess of Healing

⚖️Libra – Priestess of Ritual

🏺Aquarius – Priestess of Abundance

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Finding Love for 🐝Water Signs - Green Astronomer (Nicolaus Copernicus)

VII The Chariot, 3 of Swords, Queen of Cups Rx

Hey, what is your Truth? What experiences and emotions have shaped the being that you are today? Do you know for sure? Have you analysed all the feelings you’ve ever struggled with, as well as those that make you realise, Life truly is worthwhile? It’s those moments you’re reminded of what’s good about your Life that you feel gratitude, isn’t it so? Alongside nostalgia and the desire to return to a much simpler time. Time when feelings were a lot easier to process, perhaps. But Life, and this world, needs to keep going on as per Universal Mandate.

What’s left in the past can still be regenerated in the future and it can get even better, too—now that you’ve grown up. Now that you’ve healed a little, or a lot. Heartbreaks with Water Signs always heal when we return to the pool of our authenticity, located deep in the core of our being. Therein lies the tears and the beauty that make you such a deeply compelling character to converse with. If Humans aren’t ready to listen to your truths, write about them; turn emotions into songs or poetry or painting; what have you. Water needs to flow somewhere. Nourishing a lot of life from there.

Water Signs, are Love. Nurturer of Life and nourisher of Human emotions. You should really appreciate the poetry of your sheer existence. So, don’t let this world convince you that there’s something wrong with you because you’re sensitive enough to care about a lot. That’s your strength. It just needs to be directed and redirected to the right things/occasions/people and places. Be generous with your Love and compassion, but take no shit from those who can’t learn to be grateful for a Love as rare and precious as yours~ Know your worth, babe. You’re worth a gazillion dimes.

Oracle Guidance for Water Signs🔻💛

🦀Cancer – Priestess of Enchantment

🦂Scorpio – Priestess of Patience

🎏Pisces – Priestess of Prosperity

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BB!TPB Titles

Having some fun just absentmindedly thinking of titles for the BB overhauls of main arc books. I think I'm gonna do it for all of them, because I actually really like renaming these and explaining my thought process

But here's TPB for now, because it's on my mind after that little scene bundle I wrote

Below the cut;

Arc Rename: The Prophecies Begin -> The Forest Four

Into the Wild -> Into the Clans

Fire and Ice -> Thermal and Undertow

Forest of Secrets -> Forest of Flowers

Rising Storm -> Rejected Rites

A Dangerous Path -> The Hunting Trail

The Darkest Hour -> Before the Dawn

The Forest Four

It's the intro to the original four, y'know? Plus, I use this term all the time in Clan Culture entries to specify when something is different about SkyClan from the "Forest Four." Makes sense it's the arc title.

Plus, there's a bit of a thing going on, especially in the later books, where the number of the Clans comes up a lot. Three Great Clans, but only four modern ones, River and Shadow combine to make TigerClan leaving three, BloodClan would make four, LionClan's alliance leaving two...

In BB, they know about SkyClan in history lessons, but Firestar doesn't think about it much until after this arc is done. More importantly, his choice to spare Scourge at the end of the arc suddenly means there's a Forest Four, and a Town One. I just think that's interesting.

(for some reason I also just love Scourge's insult where he calls Firestar a "forest fool" lmao. four forest fools.)

Into the Clans

The book with the expanded intro to the culture of the Clans. I feel like it's more fitting for BB to not call it "into the WILD" because... well, Clan cats DON'T see themselves as ""wild"" like animals. They're in Clans, with culture. They have ranks, politics, family, and even cooking and little kitty tools. It doesn't really make sense to me that they define themselves as "wild" just because their home has nature.

To them, loners are who's "wild," y'know? Rusty isn't totally coming to the Clans because it's wild, he's coming because of the community. Friendships and bonds with cats like Ravenpaw, Graystripe, Frostfur, Spottedleaf, Bluestar, and the sense that he could belong here. That he matters to these people.

This title's the one I'm actually waffling the most on, though. I don't like it very much yet. I don't feel like it captures the feeling I'm going for. It's also really close to a field guide title.

Thermal and Undertow

I've always interpreted "Fire and Ice" to be about how differently Graystripe and Fireheart are as people, and how that starts pulling them apart. The thing that people focus on is their "reconciliation" at the end of the book, but what stands out about it to me is that this is the book where Fireheart's TRULY integrated into the Clan.

His friendship with Graystripe is strained because of the HalfClan relationship Gray gets in, and he starts looking back to his roots for comfort because he doesn't feel like he's completely part of ThunderClan. I love this irony; they're BOTH struggling with loyalty in this broken system, experiencing types of xenophobia that prevent them from having happiness, but not yet wise enough to recognize they have a similar problem.

They're both breaking the law to talk to outsiders. Their forbidden love, both familial and romantic, makes Clan life harder. They're BOTH not doing anything wrong, but the STRUCTURE of their society is setting them against each other.

Graystripe responds, eventually, by leaving. Fireheart thinks he can make a home where he is. They're both wrong. The STRUCTURE needs to be challenged.

And meanwhile, they must go to fetch WindClan after it was driven out. They have to face RiverClan AND ShadowClan when Crookedstar and Nightstar show that power acts through them, as leaders. All the while, they experience the simple truth that love for cats in other Clans makes cruel, bloodthirsty battles like these too difficult to be sustainable.

And that's just canon!! I fucking love this book!!!

So in the rename, I'm putting emphasis on the natural flow, above and below. A wind is controlled by the temperature, rising up into a warm thermal. An undertow is a ferocious current that will pull you into the cold depths. They're not so different, in the end.

Forest of Flowers

And that leads right into canon's Forest of Secrets, where we learn that the older warriors also struggled with those pressures. Fireheart and Graystripe were never alone, cats have been suffering under this cruel system for GENERATIONS.

In BB, this is where I'm dropping the flower symbolism for the three major branches of politics in Forest Four society, which persist and are expanded on for the rest of BB;

Traditionalism, represented by the Honeysuckle, is used to justify the current system. "The Clans are branches of a honeysuckle bush. We fight and strangle each other for the light, and this prunes the weakest sprigs and rewards the fittest. When the winter comes, the strongest branches ensure the survival of the bush."

He also learns, much earlier, of Tigerstar's mentor. He hears the Parable of the Thistle, a story about how a young apprentice was forced to attempt to uproot a bull thistle, only managing to spread its seeds across a clearing, and won a trip to the Cleric's den for the trouble. How Tigerstar, and others, believe the honeysuckle must be challenged.

And meanwhile, he uncovers the story of the Forget-me-nots. A friend group even stronger than his collection of allies, with cats of every Clan, and how ambition drove it apart. How Bluestar looks back at it with both silly shame and deep appreciation.

The kindling ember in Fireheart's chest as he realizes he is the heir of a Forget-me-not, and that surrounding the obvious slash across Tigerclaw's nose, are the subtle pockmarks of thistle thorns.

Rejected Rites

I feel like Rising Storm is the "weakest" book of TPB, because it's where canon's cracks begin to show.

There's still a lot I love about this book. I love the way that Bluestar's cruelty arc begins with her grace and altruism towards other Clans not being returned without a catch. I adore the rescue of Bramblekit and Yellowfang’s guilty, harrowing death insisting she deserves judgement as Fireheart insists she is a good person. Its harsh ending revealing Tigerstar as leader of ShadowClan is a gut punch in an already brutal book, making an excellent mid-arc climax

But I feel its sudden turn towards suggesting the status quo was actually good drags it down.

For example, Cloudpaw is constantly arguing with Fireheart, in ridiculous fights Fire started. He's abducted by humans and returns in the same book, suggesting his uncle was totally right all along and he Totally Promises he won't mess with humans any more. The fact Fire was projecting on his young nephew and denying him answers when he questions their way of life, in a way very similar to the shame Firepaw himself went through, is not addressed.

A lot more of this book than you remember is also dedicated to Fireheart and Sandstorm arguing because the writers think a good romance is when you hate each other but stay together anyway.

So instead, this book in BB focuses more on what I DO like; Fireheart learning to be a LEADER. He's young, inexperienced, and has acted mostly alone up to this point. The Clan is in a moment of SERIOUS tumult as it reckons with how no one saw ANY signs about Tigerclaw.

As he loses his mentor Bluestar to paranoia, he has to learn which warriors are truly trustworthy, and try to win back those whose loyalties might stray.

In this way, Rejected Rites is about the WHOLE Clan. It's Whitestorm throwing his reputation and experience behind Fireheart. It's Goldenflower and how her disgust with her ex-mate blows her mind open and she shifts into Fire's most ferocious champion. It's Mousefur deciding that Tigerclaw was a uniquely bad person and refusing to admit fault with a Clan that supported him.

And of course it's about Cloudpaw, grappling with how Fireheart insists he's his mentor, not his father, not his friend, going back to how he botches the Queen’s Rights on bringing him to the Clan. Fireheart, too, is a flawed person capable of being complicit in damaging systems.

The Hunting Trail

The dog plot barely needs a recap, it's this fandom's bread and butter. But there's a small, VERY popular misconception about; in canon, Tigerstar only uses the dogs at the END of this book with a rabbit trick. Before that, the dogs are practically a natural disaster he has nothing to do with.

There's a reason why it's misremembered. It works better if he's more involved with them the whole time, showing how DANGEROUS he is, how Bluestar's fixation on her war with StarClan is blinding her to reality, and adding to the tragedy and madness by having Swiftpaw getting wrapped up in his father's/stepfather's quest for revenge.

So in BB, Tigerstar's involved MUCH sooner. He freed the dogs.

The title change reflects that. There's a hunting trail and the cats of ThunderClan are its prey, but it doesn't specify who the predator is. In the end, it was Tigerstar's scheme all along and Bluestar sacrifices herself to save her apprentice.

(I also want to take the moment to highlight how short-sighted and impulsive Tigerstar's plans actually are, something I find fascinating about him as a character. He's malicious and intelligent enough to make some incredible schemes, taking advantage of every opportunity. But he never accounts for details like... "what if my dogs don't go right to where I want them to go?" or "what if I'm not picked as deputy after I kill Redtail?" or even "what will i do after my demons kill all the living cats?")

TigerClan is also forming earlier. It begins in THIS book. Stonefur and Mistyfoot are "detained" after leaping into the ravine to rescue Fireheart and Bluestar, it's all the "evidence" Tigerstar needed to accuse them of divided loyalty. To finally start his persecution of HalfClan cats.

Before the Dawn

...In spite of its iconic moments, I'll be honest; Darkest Hour is actually the book that makes me the angriest about the original series.

All arc long, we are shown that the Clans are flawed. They have been, long before Rusty set foot in the woods that day. It NEEDS bigotry to exist the way it does, fostering xenophobia between Clan cats so that love and friendship won't get in the way of violence, encouraging and even rewarding extreme Jingoism, and even setting clanmates against each other for these senseless problems instead of the STRUCTURE of Clan society.

Darkest Hour SLAMS the breaks on that theme, and brings the message to a screeching halt.

FIRST of all, this is the book where it's explicitly stated that StarClan "doesn't interfere," even giving them a moment where they yell at protagonist about free will or whatever while simultaneously barking a vague, ultimately useless prophecy at him. The first of many scenes like it in later arcs. It feels completely and utterly out of left field, instantly turning StarClan from a mysterious, possibly not even fully benevolent force, into THE most annoying plot device ever.

Secondly... BloodClan.

BloodClan is introduced as a TRULY EVIL group of horrible atheists who hate love and friendship, to the point of banning families, and are now here to destroy our glorious society and steal our home. They're depicted as being ruled by fear and brutality, unbound by concepts like "honor" or "loyalty." You cannot reason with them or spare their lives, the barbarians must be killed and kept out, lest they replace us.

(there is even a moment where it's implied that if the soldiers lose the war, BloodClan will come and murder the elders and children too.)

It is SO bad and SO egregious, and it's played completely unironically. It bothers me so badly I've talked about it before. Multiple times, actually

After Tigerstar gets his well-deserved grallocking like a 10-point buck, the endgame villain of TPB is a foreigner and his army. Scourge is a foil of Firestar himself, but THIS one hates the clans and doesn't worship the right god, which makes him dangerous. Firestar is textually stronger than him because of his faith in StarClan.

At the end of the day, TPB, and the rest of the series that follows, doesn't refute Tigerstar's ideology. It even agrees. Weakness IS abhorrent. Outsiders ARE to be distrusted. Split loyalties ARE detestable. It just didn't like that he challenged the status quo.

Foreigners and their leaders ARE less trustworthy and more villainous than Clan cats. Wariness and even violence towards them is necessary, "justifying" the isolationist structure of the Clans. Scourge is only the first in a very long chain; then comes Sol, One Eye, Slash, and Darktail. Even Hawkfrost and Willow Tail can fit into this pattern.

With the death of these evil, troublemaking cats, the Clans return to the status quo. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

The Darkest Hour frames this like a wonderful, triumphant thing, with Firestar noting how the now-leaderless BloodClan fighters look so inferior to Clan warriors, Scourge's evil will never haunt them again (Tigerstar gets to be grieved though), and that with LionClan disbanding, they will all return to their petty bullshit squabbles.

So, BB's renaming.

I had a lot of ideas. I really liked the name "Moment of Truth" because it's the book that really brings together the theme of the arc, ending with Firestar realizing Scourge is right to distrust the Clans and that change is DESPERATELY needed, but the more I thought about it... the more I liked Before the Dawn

Reference to the phrase "The darkest hour comes before the dawn" BB is a much more optimistic story than canon, by tweaking the themes and details while following the major beats. Something is just... idk poetic? About picking the more uplifting part of the idiom. It feels right, like it's almost too perfect to go with any other title

It's a new era for the culture going foward It IS right before a "new dawn." It's the start of major changes to Clan culture, setting the events of the rest of BB into motion. The years and generations that follow are going to see major changes to the code, territory, culture, and philosophy in the universe. The choice that Firestar makes here is going to bring the Clans into a new epoch. Plus the cats are crepuscular now so I can literally have the final battle take place just before dawn because subtext is for CHUMPS

I like the idea of opening up the next arc with Dawn Just because that's really funny to me lmaoo. Something is cute about titles that reference each other. Maybe the first book of TNP could be "Dawn of the End" since the destruction of the forest starts early. Maybe add in some apocalyptic prophecies and such...

#I don't think I will update the tags... not yet at least.#Not until I manage to scrounge together a good summary ... post thingie #Something akin to a masterpost #Btw the Clanmew masterpost broke OTL #I can't edit it with new links so im gonna need to make a new onr #Which is fine i guess since the old one wasnt like... scalable #It was messy #But looooord can tumblr work pls #Better bones au #BB!TPB

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pantherxrogers · 9 months

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Are You In? - Luca x Reader x Carmy (eventually) 18+ ONLY Pt. 2

Content warnings: smut (18+ only), fingering, protected sex, explicit language, mentions of voyuerism/exhibitionism

Summary: Luca, Carmy, and Reader sit down to discuss what happened! Luca helps the Reader relax after the conversation 🥰

A/N: The slow-burn is slow-burning LMAO! No threesome yet, BUT we get to see a hint of what Luca actually thinks about the idea. This will definitely be more than three parts, but probably not more than five. Hope you guys are up for the ride! 💖

Luca's firm arm behind your back does little to calm your racing heart. You're practically squirming in your pajamas, tugging on the loose threads of the blanket that's draped across your laps. Luca's body is warm and comforting as you lean further into him. The calming up and down of his chest influences you to match his breathing. Surprisingly, it actually works.

This has become somewhat of a routine for the both of you. Luca comes home from work. You both recount your days, have dinner, and usually doze off on the couch while watching a movie. Now, you find yourself longing for the simplicity of that routine.

Instead, your run-in with Carmy is like a thorn in your side, preventing you from fully relaxing.

Before you know it, you feel Luca reaching forward to grab the remote, pausing the TV.

"Hey Carm, can you come here for a second?"

Your stomach drops at his words. You hadn't even heard Carmy's footsteps, let alone realized that he's finally reemerged from his room. If you could sink into the couch, you would.

The sound of Carmy's footsteps becomes louder before he's sitting on the chair across from you and Luca. You're finding it difficult to focus on anything aside from the worn tennis shoes that he wears. You feel your cheeks warm with embarrassment when Luca gently eases you off of his shoulder, helping you sitting up to face Carmy.

When you're shoulder-to-shoulder, Luca presses a soft kiss to your cheek. Despite your embarrassment, the gesture makes you smile and gives you a little more confidence. You're shocked when you lift your eyes, only to be met with a distinctive look on Carmy's face.

Longing.

You recognize it because you felt it only hours ago. The reminder causes a stir in the pit of your tummy.

His cerulean eyes graze over your cheeks, before settling on your full lips. You quickly cut away, choosing to focus on the firm hand that Luca rests against your bare thigh.

"Well, it seems like you two had an eventful afternoon," he teases, trying to lighten the mood in any way he can. The soft elbow that you presses into his side only furthers his desire to start laughing again. Carmy is as red as a tomato, when you both answer at the same time.

"Luca-"

"Man, I'm sorry-"

The jumbled words are enough to get a small chuckle out of all three of you. You rest your hand on Luca's, happy that he's already started out by breaking the tension in the room.

"I'll go first," you start, Carmy nodding in response.

"Carm, I'm really sorry for busting into your room like that. You're our guest. I don't want you to feel like you can't have any privacy here," you apologize, fidgeting beneath his gaze. Luca strokes your back soothingly, grounding you in place.

A brief silence fills the room, before Carmy clears his throat.

"I hear you. I'm not even that upset, since I should've closed my door," Carmy answers, crossing his arms to fiddle with the sleeve of his plain white tee. Your eyes drop down to watch the subtle flex of his muscles. Little do you know, Luca's watching you, too.

"No, really Carm, this is on me. I'm so sorry," you affirm, leaning towards him in earnest. The accepting look in his eyes heals a small part of you, both of you softly smiling in agreement.

"Yeah, mate, I swear the guilt's been eating her up," Luca cuts in, muffling the last few words into your neck as he pulls you into him to nibble skin there. The sensation makes you giggle, squirming under his affection.

You glance up, noticing the way Carmy watches in silence, relaxed into the couch now. He wears loose, worn jeans, manspreading on the chair across from you. He's radiating a different sort of energy now. It makes you feel warm all over.

When Luca pulls away, he's absentmindedly fiddling for the remote before he speaks up again.

"Carm?" Luca's voice calls out. Carmy tears his eyes away from your body, focusing on his longtime friend. You notice the brief panic on his face, like he's been caught redhanded. Knowing that feeling, you decide to help him out.

"Do you want us to leave the TV on for you?" You ask, rising off of the couch with Luca.

You take the remote from Luca, extending it towards Carmy before he politely declines. He lets you both know he'll turn off the lights and TV. Then, you're bidding him goodnight before you return to your shared bedroom.

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"Do you feel better, love?" Luca's deep voice is right next to your ear, acting as the big spoon. His strong arms make you feel secure, a barrier against everything you've faced today. You feel safe in the warmth of your shared bed. Even though not all of it was bad.

"I do, thank you," you answer him, placing a kiss on his tattooed bicep. In response, he nuzzles into your neck, leaving lazy kisses behind. It starts out slow and gentle. Luca lowers his hand to grip your hips, grateful that you don't wear pants to bed. Before you know it, you're pushing your ass back to meet his hips, nestling further into his grip.

When he raises from your neck, you turn your head to meet him in a kiss. It's slow and tentative, savoring this moment with your lover. Luca's tongue dips into your mouth, while his hands trail the curves of your body.

You let out a soft gasp when his hardening length presses into your ass. Wetness pools between your thighs, as you long for him to take you exactly like this.

Warm, firm hands dip into your oversized night shirt, gently massaging your breasts. Your head tips back when he rolls your nipples in between his thumb and forefinger. He groans out when they pebble in his grip. Kissing your neck again, Luca sucks a hickey into your skin, but you can't be bothered to protest.

"Fuck, Luca," you sigh out, focusing on grinding back onto his hard cock. Precum starts to leak in his boxers, a small wet patch forming, sticking to your exposed skin. You almost whine out when his hands leave your breasts, only for him to dip them into your panties.

"Want me to make you forget all about today, hmm?"

You're nodding your head before he can even finish his sentence. The deep chuckle he lets out is lost on you. You can only focus on the way his calloused fingers rub a slow circle into your clit.

"Oh," you gasp, raising your hips to meet his fingers. Luca gently nips at your ear, a gentle warning to keep your hips still.

"I'm going to take care of you, love, don't worry," he soothes, dipping his fingers into your wetness, before continuing to massage your clit. Your mouth hangs open in an "o" shape, head leaning back on Luca's shoulder.

The way his body wraps around you from behind makes it even harder to focus on anything else. His irresistible scent, the perfect mixture of cleanliness and a hint of his cologne that still clings to his skin. The way his soft lips kiss behind your ears, in between the filthy words he whispers to you. His hard cock rutting into your ass, slowly grinding in time with his fingers.

"Such a pretty girl I've got. It'd be a shame if I didn't take care of her," he groans, dipping a finger into your entrance, using his thumb to continue rubbing circles into your clit. You moan loudly, basking in the feeling.

"Don't want Carm thinking he has to put on a show to keep my girl entertained while I'm away," Luca teases, but the name makes your heart skip a beat. The way you clench around his finger doesn't go unnoticed. More wetness drips into his palm as he slides another finger in.

"Fuck-", you huff out, the welcome stretch pushing you closer to the edge.

"Did he turn you on, baby?" he asks, not a hint of malice in his tone. Yet, you can't bring yourself to say it. The glide of his fingers and the constant pressure on your clit make it hard for you to answer him, anyway.

"Let me hear you say it, love, it's okay," he assures you with a kiss, brushing his fingers against that spongy spot that makes you cry out into the quiet of your bedroom.

"Fuck! Y-yes, he did," you confess, cheeks burning at the statement. Your heart stops for a minute when you realize Luca's pulling his fingers away from you and leaning over to the bedside table. Just as you start to turn around, you hear the familiar crinkle of foil before he sheaths himself in a condom.

"Maybe I just need to fill you up, remind you who makes you feel this good," he says, wrapping his arms around you once again.

"Yes, please, I need it," you whine, pushing your hips back as he uses one hand to slip your panties down your hips. You almost cry out again when he dips into your wetness, before spreading it over his condom-covered length.

He uses one hand to grip the base of his cock before sliding between your folds. The wetness makes it easy for him to grind against you, the tip of his cock teasing your puffy clit with every glide.

"Fuck," you both groan out in unison, messily grinding, chasing the pleasure. The sound of your wetness fills the room, making Luca grunt into your ear. Everything about this makes your clit throb, overwhelmed by the pleasure he showers you in.

You're about to beg for him to slide into you, when he finally circles your entrance with the head of his cock. He pushes into you slowly, giving you time to adjust before he's fully inside of you. The familiar burn is still there, but your arousal outweighs any pain. Once he's seated inside you, the deep groan he lets out causes more wetness drip onto his length.

He fucks you slowly from behind, stroking your clit as well. You love when he takes you like this, feeling like the only two people in the world. The way his strong arms wrap around you as he ruts into you almost feels primal, like he can't focus on anything beside fucking you. The thought makes you clench involuntarily, Luca's head rolling back in a moan.

"Shit, babe, you feel so good," he groans, setting a quicker pace. He draws his hips back, until just the tip rests inside of you, before snapping back up into your wetness. The growl he lets out borders on animalistic, and you feel that pit building again in the pit of your stomach.

"Fuck, Luca, you're gonna make me come," you gasp, lost in the way he pounds into you from behind. He's unrelenting, snapping his hips into you at a brutal pace, the way he knows you like it.

"Yeah, I can tell by the way you're clenching down on me, love," he answers, rubbing fast circles into your clit.

"Maybe I should let Carmy see how pretty you look for me when you're about to come, hmm? Would you like that, pretty girl?"

"Ungh," you moan out, seeing white behind your eyelids. Your orgasm is so close that you can practically taste it.

"Or maybe I'd let him have a turn with this tight pussy, show him what he's really missing out on."

The words are enough to push you over the edge, your orgasm washing over you in waves. The way you clench around Luca sets him over the edge, and he slowly fucks you, prolonging the orgasm for both of you.

All you can do is lie there, the intensity of your orgasm making your limbs feel heavy. You barely register the sound of Luca getting up to throw away the condom and shuffling around the room before he gets back into bed with you.

The last thing you remember before drifting off to sleep is the soft kiss he presses into your cheek, spooning you from behind once again.

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rosary-pearls · 7 months

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Wyll NSFW Thoughts/Headcanons

Because I need him & horny Wyll content is a dark parking lot where only like 16 of us meetup & don't really talk to each other. We should all get some Taco Bell together sometime

These are mostly top/dom focused & gender neutral (18+ Obvi)

•The first few times you have sex together his focus is on the connection - physical, emotional, mental & spiritual. Introducing yourselves to each other's bodies, and sense of desire. The more fun things would make their way into your bedroom naturally

•Every time you have sex he views it as making love no matter how dirty it is or is not. Because of this he isn't a fan of quickies. Not only does it hinder him from properly lavishing your body with affection, but he loves building anticipation for both of you. He’d make you wait unless you really riled him up somehow, which is more difficult than you think because he has shockingly good self-control

•Wyll is an excellent kisser, it feels like melting into his lips. He looooves kissing and making out for extended periods of time

•I wouldn't say he’s mind blowing at going down on you or using his hands AT FIRST. It’s either been awhile for him or he's a virgin just based off his voicelines. But once he learns how you work he's godly because your pleasure is important to him

•Missionary is his favorite position because it's intimate (no shock there), cuddlefucking probably second. Wyll likes any position as long as it isn't too convoluted tbh. He thinks overcomplicating it distracts from the moment

•If I had to put a label on it - to me he radiates pleasure dom. He gets off on getting you off. Wyll likes to lead in dance, and in sex - he's just not an aggressive leader. He’d much prefer to lead you with a gentle tug rather than a brutish yank

•The ‘dom’ portion of pleasure dom for him is very subtle & soft - he gives gentle but clear directions, even playful commands. It's rare for him to be stern, but when he is boy is it hot. These usually pertain to whether or not you may come, or if he doesn't want you to touch yourself for an extended period of time - though this is rare & would almost only happen if you're spending time apart

•Don't think he won't be submissive tho - I think he’d lean towards taking the lead because that's just his personality, and taking care of people makes him feel good. But if you want to take charge he has no issue with that. One of the best/worst things you can do to him is tie him up & touch yourself in front of him. Especially if you make yourself come!! He’s just like 'that's my job >:O’

•Not a bratty sub at all, he's the type that wants to do exactly what you say & be praised for how well he behaved. Don't call him your pet tho, it'd remind him of Mizora. Do men with daddy issues like to be called daddy or hate it? I have no clue someone please advise

•Has some verse/switch in him - I think he'd prefer topping because he comes way too fast bottoming LMAO and it hurts his pride a bit. Finger him while sucking him off & he's gone

•It doesn't matter what role he's taking - Wyll is noisy in bed. He doesn't get embarrassed tho - yknow the ‘guys too scared to moan, meanwhile im in my girl's ear like-’ meme? Yea that's him. At the start he's more grunting and groaning as the pleasure starts easing in, but as the intensity picks up he’s panting in your ear with breathy moans. When he's getting close, coming, or just extra passionate he's whiny & full of long, drawn out moans

•Not to mention he's talkative. Endless praise & encouragement - he's somehow both poetic & explicit with his dirty talk & can switch between the two seamlessly. YKNOW HE TALKS YOU THROUGH IT YOU CANT DENY IT

•Not a fan of degradation, giving or receiving - no way this man is going to call you a slut, whore, bitch or anything in that realm. Sorry to the degradation girlies (gn) he’s into having you beg (kind of) tho so there's that

•Wyll loves sensuality & pleasure of all sorts - massaging, bathing, burning candles, good scents, the whole shabang. Very textile, he really enjoys silk sheets and satin robes. He's the type that would warm you up by slowly kissing every inch of your body before doing anything else

That's all for now folks. I have more of these already written so if anyone wants more let me know & I'll post them

#bg3 smut #bg3 wyll #nsft #wyll smut #literally made a tumblr for wyll smut lmao that's how desperate the situation is #wyll x tav #wyll x reader #Wyll worship #prayer.list

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10yo-anon · 5 days

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⩠ LOVE LIKE YOU. ⩠

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ugh im too lazy to design and shit ugh. n e ways! heh..thats right.. nother fav song inspo 😈

btw, i tried to make reader as gender neutral as possible! sorry if it sounds more fem :( im trying to change up my writing style so both genders (n more) can read!

love like you. yes. the steven universe intro. now imagine

ps; i know they get info from the person they incarnated from's brians but lets ignore that and just think every not general memory erases!! ;3 also, superb ooc characters lmao also, 1768 words!

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⇱ Satoru Gojo ⇲

After Satoru saved you from curses, after he told you why you appeared so much different than the other curses you used to be with, after you found out you were only half a curse, and that you had human blood, you tried to change how to live, why you live, and even your mindset. and to your surprise, he was beside you all throughout the way.

You thank whoever god or goddess decided to bring Satoru into your life. he's been so patient with you. he understands. he understands how difficult it is for you to adapt on how to live life as a human. how to love a person, and now that you guys were "in love and now together for life" in his words, how to love him.

Now, here you are, staying still as he pampers you with love. this means kisses, hugs, cuddles, anything and everything. but you don't know what to do, you have things yet to learn.

"Satoru?" you whisper as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you as close to him, your back against his chest. he hums, letting you know he's focusing on you, not like he has anything more important than you to focus on.

"uhm— why are you clinging onto me?" he chuckles at your question and your face gets red in embarrassment. before you could take your words back, he tells you it's called "cuddling"

as much as you want him to explain to you what it exactly is, you simply not to make it look like you understand, he only smiles and continues what he's doing.

"im.. sorry." "huh?-" "sorry for not.. knowing these things. you know— kissing, loving.. uhm, cuddling. oh! and also-" he shuts you up by playfully putting a finger over your lips, in which you raise an eyebrow at in confusion.

"Baby, you don't have to apologize for not knowing these things. that's why i'm here, your prince charming, to help you know them." he whispers before kissing the top of your head, you silently nod, now blushing from his affection.

"...but you do know that I love you, right? I just don't know how to.. show it nor explain.." you add in, "I love you too, sweets. im also very thankful you try to show it." "really?" "mhm." "can you remove your finger now?" you ask. "..nah." ...oh.

⇱ Ryomen Sukuna. ⇲

If they ever tell your past self that you would be fated with a four-eyed, four-armed, curse, you'd be looking at them with pure disgust and confusion.

but that is, if it were the past.

here the both of you are, in a secluded beach, Sukuna silently sitting beside you, two arms holding you close, the other two on his side, keeping his body up.

The both of you sitting in silence, enjoying the warm feeling of the sun, the warm feeling of love, acting like he didn't get one on knee and propose to you. If it were any other person, he'd be somewhat nervous when they would rather stay silent after he just asked for them to marry him.

however, isn't just any person, it was you. He doesn't care about anybody. you being the only exception.

So he focuses all on you, memorizes your body language, how you talk, daily lifestyle, every. damn. thing.

so he knows. he knows that you aren't silent because you regret being bonded with him, or because you're contemplating your words, it was simply because the aura of your love was loud enough, and he stayed silent for the same reason.

it was simple to understand. A curse learning how to love, and a person experiencing true love for the first time.

He doesn't realize he's been stealing glances, and now, been obviously staring at you with his eyes, that is until his mind feels your loving gaze at him.

"Sukuna, are you shocked too?" he hums, every sound blurs, except your voice. "I don't mean it in a bad way... i hope you don't mean it in a bad way too." the pink haired curse scoffs, brows slightly furrowing.

"I wouldn't kneel for anyone. but I did. i knelt for you. how could you think of me like that?" You smile at his words. you know he doesn't mean it in an insulting way, just that he talks like that. "'Guess your taking back your words as love being worthless now, huh?" you tease, and he sighs, keeping silent. you only shrug and look away again, now looking at the continuous waves of water colliding with the sand.

There was a moment of silence once more, but there wasn't any negative energy in it. there never will be.

You hear him talk, before stopping and clearing his throat. that alone already made you look at him, again. if he thought he was overly nervous before, what he feels now would top what he had felt a few moments ago.

"I guess this is the time for me to speak up." he starts, attempting to keep his composure and not stutter. "I want to apologize. for being ass at communicating. I know that when we got together— five years ago 'till now, I only spoke my emotions maybe four times? five?"

Sukuna stops talking, now looking away, you notice he was anxious, so your hand finds one of his, and you give an encouraging squeeze that made him continue.

"Just know that i'm sorry for everything. and.. uhm. Thank you. For everything. I can't tell you everything im sorry and thankful for, if i do, we'll only stay here till the next era." You try to contain your chuckle, but it only fails, and he stares at you before carrying on with his small speech. "I don't know what to do. yet, you're still not leaving me. why?"

You lean on his side, and he stiffens for a moment. "Ryo, you have to stop making me sound flawless. I don't know what to do too, hell, if I'm being honest, I thought you would kill me. think about it. A plain human right next to the all mighty king of curses! it's unbelievable!" you exclaim, before lowering your voice.

"We're just the same, sukuna. You can't just change how I actually act. I don't know how to love, too. I don't voice out how I feel too." He swears he could see your pupils forming to a heart. maybe his already are.

"but if you want reassurance, You should know that I know you love me. Your actions tell me. Nobody would think you would make new private morals for one person. but you did."

You stop talking when he calls out your name. "yes, Sukuna?" He takes a deep breath before two of his hands cup your face. "I'll save the rest of my words for when we speak, I'll shorten it for you." you hum a small "mhm" and he continues.

"I love you. so fucking much." Though the both of you were all alone, he still whispers his words enough that only you could hear him. "I love you too."

Just two clueless but hopelessly in love souls.

⇱ Choso Kamo. ⇲

Having a half-curse, half-human, boyfriend was something that wasn't on your life bingo. but fate had plans. You were definitely not complaining.

Now that it's your anniversary, it's been a year since you got together. and it's obvious there'll be so much more years to come. Though Choso, oh sweet Choso, doesn't understand "love" it didn't stop him from feeling it. He had the spirit! if you were being honest, at times he just looks like a big lost dog following you around, the type to always show he loves you and loves being with you 24/7. you couldn't ask for anything more.

Choso had had always wanted to talk about his feelings for you, but always kept quiet as for the many times he talked to yuuji about love advice, he remembers his younger brother telling him to not rush and take things slow.

So he will. even if he wants to talk about how much he loves you and say the L word first, he doesn't know the appropriate time he should. and hell if he'd take his chance. what if you won't process to much information and get overwhelmed and leave him!? he doesn't want that to happen!

"Cho? are you still with me?" you laugh, nudging his chest which your back was leaning on as you pause the sappy rom-com the both of you were watching. He snaps back to reality and looks down, his purple eyes meeting your's.

"Yeah— I am, sorry." Your lover averts his gaze, his blush so obvious on his pale skin. "You sound like you want to tell me something," you murmur,

"..when is the right time for somebody to say 'I love you' to someone they love?" Your heart swells as you try to push your smile away, it was obvious he was talking about the both of you, but you continue to act oblivious.

"Oh? Well.. If I were that person, I would definitely speak up when I feel like my lover feels the same way— when they too want to tell me something you get it, rig—" "I love you." You feel him hide his now flushed face on the crook of your neck, your hand impulsively going up to pat your partner's hair.

"I love you too, Choso." you sigh, finally able to get the weight off of your shoulders and say your feelings. He calls your name out before murmuring a question against your skin.

".. you told me you would speak up when you feel like your lover feels the same way, when they love you.." he takes a breath. "..do you not..love me?" he closes his eyes, though you replied to his 'i love you' he can't help but feel tears pricking his eyes when he thinks of the worst between the two of you.

"Oh choso. I'm sorry. I don't mean it like that. I do feel like you love me just as much as I do to you. I didn't want to overwhelm you, so I thought the better choice was to wait for you to start.." you explain. "but if i'm being honest, I would've said I love you sooner or later if you didn't yet."

"..please never stop loving me. If anything, I'd want to be overwhelmed. overwhelmed with the fact you love me. It doesn't sound bad." He audibly sighs in relief and you smile. "I'll take note of that."

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sorry if they all sound the same and words r repeated! im practicing how to do this type of writing arg!

( @the-parasites-control-me i know you LOVE choso so i added him as a gifty gifty cause you gave me a gifty gifty!!)

also, this is only one of the ideas in my drafts where i just put the song name and the character, so im finishing em one by one, starting with my latest one! this randomly appeared in my mind while i was doing another wip i started t and i couldnt help it.. my mind cant choose so im switching tabs. like after i make one paragraph of this i go tot he other tab to make another paragraph of a different wip.. arg! just a lil quick drabble to finish this wip. oh no, im ranting.

also hear me out. i wanna be your boyfriend (the SONG) played while i was writing this so.. Hopelessly inlove jjk character x oblivious reader 🤔 ugh. finished one draft but now i have a new one. EUGH

#jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #satoru x reader #gojo satoru #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo #sukuna #sukuna x reader #choso #choso x reader #gojo fluff #sukuna fluff #choso fluff #fluff #☆— 【 fanfiction !! 】

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oldworldghost · 7 months

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Telling stories to Pinochio fron Lies of P about Fairytales or whatever crap reader made when reader is bored !!

[Preferably former librarian Reader x Pino :3]

Tell me a story and I'll tell you I love you

↳ Anon I absolutely love this prompt, so I had to write a little something for it. This is definitely more focused on Pincchios' feelings for you as opposed to the actually story telling bit, and I think by the end especially it kind of stops being about the request a bit I am so sorry LMAO. Let me know if you want hcs or something else instead! :D

↳ This is currently unedited, I’ll do that tomorrow!

Pinocchio sits beside you, head resting limply on your shoulder as he finds himself falling deeper in love with you.

You’re sharing one of the many stories in your knowledge with him, something old and undoubtedly picked up from your time as a librarian. Something – Pinocchio thinks – that only you know now, expect maybe Antonia, but he’s seen you catch even her by surprise with fanciful worlds and characters. It’s an insurmountable act of love, to hold so much in your mind and with such care. No details [at least from his knowledge] forgotten, no characters left aside for fear of boring the crowd. Every bit just as important as the other, no matter how minuscule it is.

Some part of him wonders if you do the same for everyone else, collect the lore of the hotels final inhabitants with the same wonder you share for characters. What do you remember about him? Pinocchio likes to think that you hold onto everything he’s shared with you, sprinkle him across the stories of your own making. Maybe he’s something that inspiration can be found in, someone you admire more than anything. Built up in your mind like the greatest of heroes. You could care that much, he thinks, and he could even be your favourite.

Maybe you’ve even found Pinocchios’ love for you spread across his pages. He doesn’t see how you could miss it, there’s so much that he doesn’t even know what to do with it except sink in it. Day after day, night after night. He’s sinking even now, nestled into you side in one of the hotels many unused rooms.

It’s your voice that keeps Pinocchios’ attention. You’re onto the part of the story where a great battle takes place, the last defence of mankind against a dark and terrible lord. Both the lords strongest servant and a king have been slain, and yet despite the story nearing its peak Pinocchio finds himself unable to focus on your words. He catches phrases, can understand your tone and the pronunciation of speech, but it’s difficult to put the meaning together. Any other day and he’d be engrossed in it, hanging of every syllable like a starving animal, but today his mind is preoccupied.

The feeling in his chest is growing unbearable, and he wonders if his gears will simply cease to work as a result. It might not be the worst thing in the world, to die by your side. He might even be able to call it a pleasure, a privilege.

Still, Pinocchio doesn’t particularly care for the idea of his own death, especially not when there are more pressing matters on his mind, and so with a bout of almost uncharacteristic boldness he sits up. You don’t pay him any mind, not until hands – rougher than he means them to be – turn your body towards his. Lamely your sentence finishes, head tilting to the side and eyebrows knitting together in a look of confusion and mild amusement.

Pinocchio takes the opportunity to look at you, really look at you. Blue glass eyes take in every detail, every curve and dip and mark, your breathes growing shakier as he leans in. There is a mole under your left eye, he notes, a faint scar running across your mouth. He traces it with his finger and your breath hitches, an incoherent mumble of something that feels like it’s his name. Moonlight shines in above your head like a halo, and Pinocchio thinks you couldn’t look anymore gorgeous than you already do. He wonders if he looks as beautiful to you as you do to him. The sparkle in your eyes, the glint of what could be called awe suggests that he does. Pride and love fill in Pinocchios’ chest until he’s moving without thought, leaning – sinking, always sinking - into you. Lips, clumsy and adoring, press against your own in a fleeting kiss, pulling away before you’re given the chance to respond.

You see the man before you grow from confident to timid in the moonlight, as if coming to the realisation of what he had just done.

“I-” Pinocchio cuts himself off, going to speak only to be met with his own silence.

He doesn’t know why words aren’t forming, and for a moment he wonders if something malfunctioned in him during the kiss. You can see the gears turning in his head, a question forming on the tip of your tongue. This time, Pinocchio cuts you off instead of himself.

“I’m in love with you. I’m sorry to be so sudden, but I,” he takes a moment to steady himself, “I could not be quiet about it any longer.”

A breathless laugh bubbles in your throat in response, a smile curving its way on your mouth as you go to speak, “I was wondering if you did. For a puppet you’re not exactly the most subtle person I’ve met.”

It’s Pinocchios’ turn to be surprised.

“You knew?”

“I was hoping I did. Never said anything because I didn’t know if you felt that way or if it was wishful thinking on my part. Hell, didn’t even know if you could actually feel such a thing. I mean, I know my stories are good, but I didn’t know if they were that good.”

“You... feel the same.”

“Of course,” the smile on your face is crooked and it takes everything in him not to kiss you again, “you’re a very hard person not to love.”

“Say it, please.”

You laugh once more. It is the sweetest sound he’s ever heard.

“I love you, Pinocchio. More than anything,” his heart feels fit to burst, “now can I please get back to my story? We’re nearing my favourite part and I’d like to be done by morning.”

“Yes, please. I would like that.”

As Pinocchio settles back into your side something in him clinks into place. He is unsure what it is, but as your hand slides into his and your fingers intertwine Pinocchio thinks that this is what it means to feel at home. The feeling of love only deepens, tearing it’s way further still into the recesses of his being. It will leave him bare and broken before you, he is certain of it.

Listening to you speak; Pinocchio can’t think of a better way to be swallowed whole.

#sorry about how long this took nonnie!!#still trying to get the writing juices flowing properly #anyway enjoy nonnie :D #lies of p #lies of p x reader #pinocchio #pinocchio x reader #my writing

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ya-zz · 2 months

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I present to you an idea:

Reader is pregnant when she met Ramattra. Their relationship develops quickly, and reader allows ram hold her new born. I wonder what kind of thoughts would he have then.

Or later on, child calls ram dada and he is so shocked he shuts down for a sec lmao

I just carve some fluff after I saw those posts about ram and children owo

Turned this one into a lil fic~

Ramattra x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1772

Three months into your pregnancy you parted ways with your partner. From finding out he was sexting multiple other women to actually sleeping with them, you finally had enough. You threw him out, bags and all. Despite the growing bump, you still had enough fight in you to kick the bastard where it counted before slamming the door shut in his face.

You had no time to be focussing on finding a new partner, whatever happens, happens. Just focus on working the final few months before you had to leave and steady your life after the scars the ungrateful bastard had left you. You had more concerning things to worry about and the health of your unborn baby was one of them.

–

Coming home from work late one evening meant you had to walk the rest of the way home. A strenuous half hour, which in hindsight, wouldn’t have been that bad, but nearing labour, it was anything but easy. Eight months ago this would’ve taken you less time than waiting for a train, but the growing stress on your body was making everything ten times more difficult. All you could do was hope that you could walk home in one piece.

And if matters couldn’t get anymore dire, it started to rain. You sought shelter under a store front, the lights inside behind you were still on, so they were still open. Leaning back against the window, you breathe heavily as a hand rubs over the swollen stomach. Everything hurts and your back was close to giving out from the stress it was under carrying such a heavy weight.

You were too focussed on relieving the pain in your back that you didn’t hear the store doors open and someone approaching you.

“Are you okay?” He asks, voice robotic and low. There was a hint of concern in his voice as his head tilts to the side. When he sees you jump a little, clearly startled by his presence, he holds both hands up defensively. “I am sorry for startling you.”

“Oh! No, no. You’re okay.” Despite the pain you were feeling, you smile through it. Looking up at him, the omnic looks a little threatening, but the cocking of his head calms those nerves slightly.

“You are not, it seems?” He approaches cautiously. His optics scan you, seeing the pain within your body. He peers down towards your stomach.

You follow his gaze before letting out an amused chuckle. “Eight months.”

“I see.” It seems like he wants to ask something else.

The silence grows a little awkward.

“Ramattra.” He finally speaks. “The name is Ramattra.”

You find the awkwardness in his tone amusing as you smile up at him. “It’s nice to meet you, Ramattra.” Your hand rolls over your stomach, soothing the pain from the kicking inside. “I’m [y/n].”

Ramattra nods his head, repeating your name. The way it sounds coming from his vocaliser soothes you, a warm feeling settling in your chest.

The rain doesn’t seem to let up as the pair of you stay under the shelter. Ramattra looks up at the night sky, holding his hand out to the rain, watching it as it pitter patters against the rubber pads. As he pulls his hand back, he notices the shiver taking over your body.

The omnic hesitates before removing his jacket and draping it over your shoulders. When he’s met with a satisfied sigh and a thank you coming from your lips, he nods his head. “Of course.” He simply replies.

You had that intuition, a familiar feeling when you knew someone was friendly; he was good.

It took a little of internal encouragement, but you bit back and spoke aloud. “Could I trouble you to walk with me? They say to not let a pregnant lady be alone.”

Ramattra glances over at you and nods his head. “I will keep you safe, do not fret.”

Your cheeks warm up as you smile subtly at him before gesturing him to walk by your side. He does so without thinking twice and the both of you walk back to your apartment.

—

The final month of your pregnancy was anything but pain free, but with Ramattra by your side throughout it all, he made things a hell of a lot easier for you.

He would help you out even when you didn’t ask for it. The omnic would stop by each day that he could, lending a helpful hand wherever possible. Cleaning the apartment, picking up the laundry and making sure everything was washed and dried for you. He even offered to go shopping for you so you didn’t have to walk that distance to and from.

You appreciated everything that he did for you. That feeling you had last month was right. Ramattra was good.

Whether it was out of pity or just something within his programming, Ramattra couldn’t stop himself. He had this need to help you. He wanted to help you, not because you were helpless, not because you couldn’t fight back, but because he felt something for you.

Love wasn’t exactly hardwired into his systems, it was a new feeling for him and for possibly every omnic he had ever met. Love was… unique.

He didn’t mind doing all these mundane, human tasks in the slightest. It helped him just as much as it helped you. Ramattra wanted to be there with you no matter how difficult it got. So, when you woke up from a nap in excruciating pain, calling out to the omnic to help you stand, he drops what he was doing and rushes over.

Upon standing, a rush of fluids roll down your legs. You stare up at him with slight embarrassment and then shock, hands gripping onto his metal forearms for balance.

“We need to get to the hospital. Now.”

His optics lock with your eyes before he nods. He grabs the bag that you had set aside for this specific time before coming back over. His hand holds yours as the other is placed on your lower back. Ramattra is quick to usher you out of the apartment and call a taxi.

He talks you through everything. “Breathe, hold my hand.” It’s all new to him and it’s terrifying. He wasn’t exactly prepared for this, he has no idea what he was doing but hopes that his words will help you.

From there on, it was nothing but reassuring gestures. His systems were warm, something new flitting through his wires. His hand never once left yours, gently squeezing against your harsher ones.

The omnics other hand would wipe away the sweat from your forehead, wanting to soothe what discomfort he could despite the pain you were in. He was gentle with you, always had been and that settled any and all doubts.

Ramattra stood with you through it all. It was a painful and intense few hours of labour but when you finally held your little boy that was bundled up in a blanket, everything finally slotted into place.

“He has his mothers eyes.” He says softly, hand stroking the back of your head.

You smile up at him, face flushed as you grab his other hand, placing it over the bundle in your arms. “Thank you. For everything.”

He shakes his head but he feels warm inside. “I told you. I would keep you safe.”

Your chest shakes as you laugh. “For two months? You’re the kindest omnic I have met… You have helped me so much. I owe you-”

“You owe me nothing.” He states, thumb rubbing the back of your head. “It was the least I could do.”

Ramattra watches you, the way your cradling your newborn, the soft look on your face and the subtle tears in your eyes. That feeling he felt? The warmth inside of him, he realises what it was. Love. Adoration.

Ramattra adores you.

He’s soon snapped out of those thoughts when you offer for him to hold your baby. He doesn't process it at first but the moment this child is within his arms, he feels his heart ache. His systems work overtime to keep him from overheating, to keep everything in check as he looks back at you.

“He needs a father. Someone like you.” You sheepishly say. “I know this entire relationship has been quick and I understand if you’re not ready for such a big commitment-”

“I want to do this.” His vocaliser lowers. “Let me protect you both.”

—

BONUS:

It had been eleven months since you brought a new life into this world and Ramattra had never been happier. He was there every single step of the way, from making sure you had ample sleep which meant he would be there during the night to feed your boy, to making sure you were eating your meals.

It was hard, but Ramattra wouldn’t have it any other way. He made a promise when he first met you and that was to protect you. He wanted you to be happy, to be healthy. He needed you just as much as you needed him.

One day, whilst you were on the sofa several pages deep into a new book, Ramattra cradled the kid in his arms, trying to calm him down before his much needed sleep.

Little hands grabbed at his cables, saliva dripping down onto the metal frame of his collar as the baby suckled on a cable before releasing them with an audible pop. It brought a small laugh from you as you return to your book.

The silence was comforting before it was broken.

“Da-da.”

Your ears perk up, eyes losing the page as you stare up at your child with a shocked face. Ramattra, on the other hand, moves the child away from him, systems coming to a halt before resetting.

“Did- did he just call me dad?” Ramattra stutters.

“Da-da.” The playful smile on the child’s face was all the omnic needed before bringing the child back to his chest.

You smile up at him, moving closer to sit next to him as you brush the hair out of your child's eyes. “Seems like he’s taken a liking to you.”

Ramattra looks at you as his hand rubs up and down the kids back before holding him into place. The child finally relaxes against the metal chassis as Ramattra moves his other hand to wrap around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him.

He had never dreamt that his life would come to this. A partner and a father. He chuckles lightly at the thought. Perhaps humans aren’t all that bad.

#overwatch #ramattra #ramattra x reader #overwatch fanfiction #overwatch 2 #overwatch2 #reader insert #yazzfics

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anto-pops · 1 year

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Atonement PART 2 - Dark!Sebastian Sallow x Female!Reader

Summary: "Love has within it a redemptive power. And there is a power there that eventually transforms individuals. Just keep being friendly to that person. Just keep loving them, and they can't stand it too long. Oh, they react in many ways in the beginning. They react with guilt feelings, and sometimes they'll hate you a little more at that transition period, but just keep loving them. And by the power of your love they will break down under the load. That's love, you see. It is redemptive."

Word Count: 7.8k

Warnings: 18+, aged up characters, hurt/comfort, explicit sexual content, rough sex

This ended up being 8 pages of straight sin, I refused to let the make-up sex be short so SORRY if it's a lot of horny word babble LMAO

As always, the full fic can be found here on Ao3! Part 1 of Atonement can also be found here on Tumblr

The Clagmar Coast was brutally cold.

You’d apparated yourself and Sebastian to a secluded cove nestled between the rocky mountains and the shoreline. It was far from the main roads the village folk used to travel this way, giving you a modicum of privacy that you planned to make good on for the night. Trudging through the chilled, wet sand towards a dilapidated cabin, Sebastian shuddered against the piercing breeze.

“That pile of wood won’t do shit– we’ll freeze to death before morning.”

Biting back a snide comment of your own, you rolled your eyes instead. “It’s just an illusionment charm. See?”

Sebastian followed the line of your pointed finger and spotted a shimmering glow emanating a foot away from the door. He had to focus hard to see it, but now that he knew what he was looking for, it was easier to pinpoint the blurred movement of the spell, as though it were swaying in sync with the breeze.

“Exactly how much prep work went into this scheme of yours?” Sebastian asked, amusement coloring his tone as he glanced at you.

You deflected the veiled compliment with a shrug and kept your eyes trained on the cabin, increasing your pace to escape the icy wind and the feeling of his eyes on you. “Enough to get us this far. There’s bags inside already packed with some essentials, and extra clothes you can change into. I’ll need to double check a few things before we leave in the morning but feel free to get some sleep– I’m sure you’re tired after today.”

Sebastian frowned as you strode ahead, fixing his narrowed eyes on the back of your head as you disappeared through the shimmering veil of magic. He quickly followed suit, emerging on the other side to find a wholly intact cabin with warm firelight spilling through the open doorway. You were already inside, rummaging around in a desk for Merlin knows what to occupy yourself in favor of talking.

What the hell was your problem?

“Can I help you with anything? Maybe a fresh set of eyes will–”

“It’s fine,” you cut him off hurriedly as you rose from your crouched spot behind the thick oak table. “I mean– I’ll take care of it, thank you. It’s okay, really. Go get cleaned up, I’m sure you’re itching to ditch the prison uniform.”

He was still rubbed the wrong way by your sudden change in behavior, but he allowed himself a quick look down at the tattered fabric clinging to his scraggly form. You had a point. “Fine. Where are the extra clothes?”

You ignored the bite in his tone, fixing your eyes over his shoulder as you pointed him down the hallway to the bedroom. “In there. The washroom is on the right, and there should be soap in one of the bags. Take whatever you need.”

Without another word in your direction, Sebastian strode down the hallway and disappeared into the room, letting the door dramatically slam shut behind him hard enough to shake the walls. You didn’t have it in you to be bugged by it though. Instead you sighed, deflating against the surface of the desk while your heart hammered away in your chest.

Why was it suddenly so difficult to be near him? After months of planning and a never ending slew of sleepless nights, he was finally with you again, so why were you abruptly shutting yourself down in his presence?

Maybe it was because having him back made the last two years real. Seeing him in the flesh validated every terrible thought that had haunted your mind until now; that he wasn’t the same, that he was a broken man, and that deep down he probably hated you for what you had done to him. Sure, you’d saved him, but anyone would be grateful to make it out of a situation like that alive. The kiss meant nothing. It was simply a ‘thank you’ that you didn’t deserve.

These thoughts were getting you nowhere.

With a resolute sigh, you walked around the desk to collapse in a creaky chair, pinching the bridge of your nose before you started unraveling the map Ominis had given you months ago. It was covered in your messy scrawl, stray blots of ink staining the corners and betraying just how much time you’d actually spent slaving over your desperate plan.

The time passed in silence as you cross referenced the routes you’d charted leading from the coast to your next destination. Since there had been no way to know how rescuing Sebastian would go, the last leg of your journey was relatively unmapped. All you knew for certain was that staying in England was out of the question.

Scotland was far too close for comfort to consider any longer, so you axed it from your mind. France was promising, but also just a stone's throw away from London should the Ministry choose to expand their inevitable search. At the very least you could attempt to travel to one of the ports in the southern region to get farther away on a ship, but that still left the question of where the two of you would go unanswered.

You stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, your thoughts pulling you in a million different directions while the quill in your grip failed to obey. The fire crackling across the room was all you could hear, but your nerves had you on edge. More Ministry officials could appear at any moment, and while you were fairly certain you hadn’t been followed, your experiences in life thus far had taught you to expect the worst and hope for the best.

The feathered pen hung limp in your fingers as you shoved the heels of your palms into your eyes hard enough to see shapes, and you swore softly under your breath. But then the sudden feeling of a warm, calloused hand ghosting down your neck had you releasing the quill and jumping back in your seat, your wide eyes flying to Sebastian’s as he yanked his arm away. His hair was still wet from his bath, the dripping strands soaking through the fabric of the borrowed, black button down he wore. Your heart hammered in your ears as you took in his appearance. Despite the more slender frame he now bore, the clothes didn’t swallow him up, instead accentuating his long legs and lithely muscled biceps. His long fingers curled into fists at his side, and you observed as his entire upper half tensed up uncomfortably.

“Are you afraid of me?”

The question pulled your attention from Sebastian’s body back to his stormy expression, and your stomach flipped. He looked angry. More than that, he sounded almost… offended.

“Of course not,” you answered quickly and glanced back at the map. “You just startled me– I didn’t hear you leave the bedroom.”

His frown deepened, seemingly darkening the rings under his eyes in a way that conveyed he didn’t believe you in the slightest. “Then can you look at me when you speak to me?”

That commanding tenor in his voice made the hair on your arms stand on end, and you suppressed a shudder. This version of Sebastian was relatively new to you– he had never spoken to you with such a domineering timbre before, and you found yourself heeding his request. When your eyes met his, he seemed to relax a fraction of an inch, moving to perch on the edge of the desk so he wasn’t towering over you like an imposing statue.

“Why is it so hard for you to be near me?” He asked quietly, his eyes jumping between yours as if he could find the answer hidden somewhere in your gaze. “Why does staring at me make you look like you’re going to be sick? Am I really that far gone in your mind?”

It was like a punch to the gut, hearing him imply that you were unnerved by his presence. Your brows drew together, and you instinctively sat forward in your chair to lean closer to him. “No, Sebastian, never. I could never think that of you– I’m sorry…” You trailed off and hung your head sadly, tears stinging at the corners of your eyes. “The truth is I look at you and I feel guilty. Nothing I say or do can take away the last two years, and I don’t even know where to begin to make things right.”

“I mean, killing two Aurors was a pretty good place to start,” he chuckled darkly, shaking his head as though in disbelief. “If you feel so terrible about it, why did you turn me in? Surely you’ve done worse, what with your abilities and all that. Me killing Solomon should have been a minuscule blip on your moral compass.”

You scowled, blinking back the fat tears that threatened to spill forth. “I’m not scared now, but I was back then. You were unrecognizable, Sebastian, it was like you were possessed– and when all was said and done you just… disappeared for days. I had to fight Ranrok by myself, Fig died, and then I single handedly uprooted a five hundred year old secret and undid all of the Keepers’ work because despite everything you had done, a part of me still wanted to– I wanted to–”

The tears finally came, a choked sob ripping its way from your throat, and you buried your head in your hands to hide your face in shame. You heard papers shuffling as Sebastian angled himself to face you better, and when he lifted his hand as though to touch your shoulder, he stopped himself at the last second. It curled into a limp fist that fell against the desk.

His voice was much softer when he finally asked, “Wanted what? And what did you do?”

Sebastian was desperate to know what you were thinking. The need to understand your mentality and find out what you meant in regards to the Keepers was overwhelming; he remembered the pensive memory he’d viewed with you before everything fell apart, and how Isidora Morganach had harnessed the ability to remove a person’s pain. Was that what you were talking about?

Lifting your head, you fixed your swollen eyes on his hand in front of you. You decided it was easier to admit what you’d done if you couldn’t see his penetrating gaze boring down on you. “I still wanted to help you. I wanted to help Anne for you. So I took the power from the Repository– the same magic the Keepers made me swear to protect– I stole it and never went back to the Map Chamber. I assume they must know by now what I did, but it was easier to just avoid them after everything.”

Everything was starting to click into place. Your potent aura outside of King’s Cross Station made a lot more sense with the added knowledge that Isidora’s magic was now in fact yours, living and flowing within you. It had felt shockingly volatile, so at odds with the underlying warm, ancient magic you’d wielded since your fifth year. The combined energies had been like a vortex of light and dark, cutting and soothing the air simultaneously as you’d killed William without hesitation.

All for him?

Sebastian’s heartbeat kicked up in his chest as he finally let himself reach for you, and this time you didn’t leap away from his touch, instead letting him cradle your clasped, trembling hands in his own. His firm hold imbued you with the strength to look up at him, and when he saw the tearful glimmer in your eyes, Sebastian knew then that he had already forgiven you for turning him in. Even before seeing how raw your guilt had left you, he’d always known he would return to you. It was what had fueled his attempt at escaping Azkaban in the first place; the chance to see you again, and to apologize for ever taking you for granted.

“I’m so sorry, darling,” he brought your hands to his lips and murmured the apology against your knuckles, his breath ghosting over your skin causing you to shiver. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I should have known better than to keep pushing you and Ominis the way I did– and when I asked you for help with Anne, I never meant for you to do something you didn’t want to do– least of all something that would change who you are.”

You swallowed around the lump in your throat, turning your palms over so that you could intertwine your fingers with Sebastian’s much longer ones. It didn’t escape your attention how perfectly your hands still fit together. “I wanted to. You didn’t make me do anything, and while the side effects are ever… evolving, I’m still me. Just a bit more prone to violence, I suppose.”

He cocked his head to the side in interest. You hadn’t previously been one to start fights. During his time at school with you, it was often you mediating altercations and trying to break up arguments before things could escalate. At least, where Sebastian was concerned, you did. “Oh? So that marionette move you pulled on Singer earlier was entirely of your own volition?”

A sliver of trepidation coursed through him when your expression changed, morphing into a remorseless sneer that he didn’t recognize. “Yes. He was going to kill you.”

Nodding slowly, Sebastian allowed his next quip to die on his tongue in favor of tracing small circles on the back of your hand. He wasn’t sure what to say. As much as he knew you wanted to believe Azkaban had changed him drastically, the situation seemed to be the exact opposite. It was you who had gone through something of a rebirth, and it piqued Sebastian’s interest to no end.

What else about you had changed?

In a bid to switch topics, you pulled your hands away from Sebastian’s to rifle through the desk drawer. He watched you curiously as you found what you were looking for, and you tentatively pulled out his wand. The familiar checkered handle caught his attention instantaneously, and his bark of laughter was ripe with pleasant surprise. Your heart leapt at the sound, and you smiled in spite of yourself.

His fingers curled around the base slowly, as though he were in disbelief of the thin bit of wood. “You kept it? I thought the Ministry took it for good after I was arrested.”

“Mm, technically they did. Ominis gave it to me a few months ago when I asked him to help me track you down. I was just as surprised when he handed it over, but I think he believed I’d find you in time. He wanted you to get it back.”

Sebastian’s mouth opened and shut a few times as he took in your words, a fondness sweeping over his features. “Ominis helped you break me out?”

You nodded once, then paused as you reconsidered his role in everything. “Well, sort of. He gave me information about your transfer to London a few months ago. I asked him if he wanted to come with us once I found you, but he wanted to stay in case the Ministry started pestering Anne about your escape–”

“Anne is alive?” He cut you off in a hushed whisper, and his next few breaths seemed to shake his entire body. “How?”

You swallowed, “Isidora’s spell. The same one she used on her father— only I altered it. I can take a person’s pain but leave their soul untouched. She’s more comfortable now, at the very least, but her curse is as much a part of her as my ancient magic is a part of me. I can’t completely cure her of it, not without stripping her completely of what makes her whole. She has more time though, and it’s pain free.”

You watched his face with rapt interest, searching his expression for any signs of anger or disappointment, but to your surprise the crease between Sebastian’s brows vanished, and he looked wholly content. When he didn’t immediately say anything, you pressed him, “What are you thinking?”

Sebastian lifted his wandless hand to cradle the back of your neck, pulling your face closer to his until your foreheads were pressed together. He smelled strongly of the lavender soaps you’d packed, but underneath it was his own heady scent of cedar, and something akin to pine needles. You shamelessly sucked in a breath, and you felt his hold on the nape of your neck tighten a fraction.

“Thank you,” his dark eyes were trained solely on you, and the close proximity made your head spin, your eyes darting down to his lips momentarily. “You have no idea what it means to hear you say that. I fully expected her to… not be around, in the event I ever made it out. More time is fine– it’s perfect, even. I only ever wanted for her to be able to live the way she wanted, and it sounds like she can now thanks to you.”

Reaching up to wrap your fingers around his forearms, you flashed him a watery smile. “I really am sorry, Sebastian. For everything. If I could go back and change things I would– I should never have let the Ministry take you away–”

“Stop apologizing,” he implored you, his eyes dropping to your lips. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

He couldn’t be more wrong. “I have everything to be sorry for.”

“Hardly. I’m here now, aren’t I?” His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and the sight had your stomach churning expectantly.

“You are.”

“I thought about you all the time while I was there, you know.” Sebastian set his wand down on the desk to lightly grip your chin, tilting your face up to meet his hungry gaze. “Sometimes I would lose myself in my own head for days thinking about you. I missed you… I missed us.”

The minuscule distance between the two of you was driving any coherent thoughts from your mind. Suddenly all you could focus on was Sebastian’s thumb dragging over your bottom lip, and the glimmer of arousal that was growing steadily behind his full, dark lashes. You gave yourself a moment to appreciate it all; his hand on the back of your neck, the pure want reflected in his eyes, and the tantalizing feeling of simply being near him after two long, painstaking years.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” Sebastian whispered the promise against your parted lips. “I need to know that you’re alright with whatever happens after, because if I deny myself of you any longer, I can’t say that I’ll be able to hold myself back.”

His husky tone had you clenching your knees together under the desk, the visceral need for your baser urges to be satiated taking root in your gut. This was real– he forgave you, and he still wanted you, even after everything you had inadvertently put him through.

The realization broke down the rest of your barriers, leading you to nod in his firm hold, and before you knew it Sebastian had captured your lips in a deep, sensual kiss. His hand on the back of your neck held you fast to his mouth as he released your chin, sweeping his legs over the desk so the long appendages trapped you between them, and when you heard miscellaneous items get knocked to the ground in the process, you barely reacted.

Sebastian was leaning over you completely, your head angled up in a way that left you entirely at his mercy as he ran his thumbs along your jaw and probed his tongue into your mouth. You sighed against him, bringing your hands up to rest on his thighs for better leverage, and when your nails dug into the fabric of his dark trousers, you felt him jolt with a throaty groan.

“Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me,” Sebastian uttered in between kisses, and you boldly began trailing your palms up towards the growing bulge between his legs. Winding his fingers in the hair at the base of your neck, he tugged you away from his face to fix you with a heated look. “When I wasn’t thinking about you, I was dreaming about you. I imagined this happening in so many different ways– I never stopped fantasizing about the pretty sounds you would make, or how you would look falling apart under me.”

Your hands finally came to rest on his trapped erection, and the generous squeeze you gave him had him pinching his eyes shut in an effort to keep from bucking into your touch. “Show me,” you begged. “Please, Sebastian, show me everything, I missed you.”

Sebastian released you for a mere moment to slide off the desk completely, and then his hands were back on you, swiftly tugging you out of your chair by the scruff of your shirt to slam your back against the wall behind you. Then he was kissing you again, swallowing up your startled gasp as he roughly wedged his knee between your legs to hold you upright. When Sebastian broke away to trail his teeth down your jaw and along the sensitive skin of your throat, he rolled his hips against you, relishing in the wanton moan the friction pulled from your lips.

His hands began slowly and methodically undoing the buttons of your top, taking his time as he lightly nipped at your pulse once, twice, before finally latching his lips around the skin to work a proprietary bruise into your flesh. There was nothing gentle about it– especially once he moved his mouth lower to the hollow of your throat, licking along your collarbone before biting into the tender curve of your shoulder.

“Fuck!” Your raspy cry shot straight to Sebastian’s cock, and you felt it strain against your hip through the restrictive material of his pants. “S-Sebastian, please–”

“You sound damn good, darling,” he mouthed wetly against the bite, pressing a chaste kiss there to soothe the throbbing ache. “I’d be an idiot to not take my time with you. Let a newly freed man enjoy himself, would you?”

While you understood his sentiment, the heat pooling in your gut was a very legitimate threat. Between his breath ghosting over your wet, marked skin, and the incessant movement of his knee pressed against your core, your composure was quickly slipping. It had been a long time since you’d actually been intimate with someone, but beyond that, you hadn’t so much as touched yourself in months.

You melted against the wall under Sebastian’s persistent attention, mewling softly when he undid the last button on your shirt to immediately begin kneading your breasts. The chill of the cabin swept over you for all of a second before you felt him take one of your pert nipples between his fingers to twist it gently, and then a hot flush was creeping down your bare chest. You writhed in his hold at the feeling, your hands flying up to claw at his neck when he shamelessly branded you under your jaw, and your shallow panting made Sebastian’s head spin with barely contained need– he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out his teasing for very long.

“Merlin, you’re so fucking sensitive. How long have you been waiting to have me touch you like this, hm?”

Sebastian let go of your breasts to remove your arms from around him, but before you could voice your displeasure, he had pinned your wrists overhead with one hand against the wall, graciously sweeping his eyes down your exposed front. His free hand came up to cradle your jaw, gently angling your face to the side so he could take in his handy work. The bright, fresh hickeys that now lined the column of your throat catered deeply to the primitive part of him that demanded he stake his claim on you any way he could.

You watched as Sebastian ate you alive with his eyes, his hooded gaze darkening immeasurably further when you shifted so that his knee was nestled right where you wanted it, dragging a soft exhale from your kiss-swollen lips, and fuck– his fantasies couldn’t hold a damn candle to the real thing.

With a rough growl, Sebastian pulled your arms off the wall and hauled you against his chest, and you had the good grace to wrap your trembling legs around his slender waist to aid him in carrying you from the living room. His fingers dug into the small of your back when he kicked the door to the bedroom open, tenderly kissing your temple right before he was tossing you down on the sheets.

“You’re wearing way too much clothing for my liking,” you groused up at him, eyeing at how he palmed himself through the tenting fabric between his legs.

He flashed you a smirk, dragging his hand up to the catch of his pants before he hummed, “Mm, guess it would be a shame to soil my new wardrobe.”

“Wait–” you sat up and scrambled to the edge of the mattress, placing your hands over his to halt him in place. “Let me.”

Sebastian’s vision flashed white when you peered up at him through your lashes, his cock making its interest in that option very apparent. He swallowed and nodded, pulling his hands away to let you undress him. Unlike him, you didn’t waste any time; your nimble fingers slipped under the waistband of both his trousers and briefs, and then you were tugging both sets of attire down his thighs. You let him help by shucking everything away so he could step out of the material freely, and then you were openly taking in the sight of his impressive length.

Sebastian was big– moreover, he was completely hard, the swollen head of his glistening cock already leaking small beads of precum. You hummed pensively, considering the task before you as you took him in your fist and gave him a good, firm stroke, with a fucking perfect twist around the head that drew a moan from him that he had no chance of biting back. The sound imbued you with renewed confidence, watching him with heated eyes as you gently angled the head against your soft, plush lips.

When you began pressing featherlight kisses to the tip, Sebastian couldn’t stop himself from shivering. You smiled at the feeling as you dragged your mouth slowly down the side of his shaft, using your hands to rub and stroke him in the areas you overlooked as you savored the taste of him on your tongue.

It was taking every drop of willpower in Sebastian’s body not to grab your hair and start fucking your face, but he forced himself to keep his hands at his side and enjoy the sensation of you mouthing wetly against him. The sight of you on your knees in front of him, eagerly hunching forward to grasp as much of him as you could in your smaller hands, made the self-restraint worth it.

When your tongue came to flick at his soaked slit, Sebastian twitched, and then your mouth was sealing over the sensitive head and you were sucking, wet and messy and so fucking perfect, and Sebastian’s head tipped back, breathing a series of broken little whimpers into the empty air.

“Fuck,” he managed to grit through clenched teeth, his stomach tensing beneath his shirt. “Fuck, darling, fucking hell–”

You sucked him down further, flattening your tongue to press deliciously to the underside of his length at the same time you hummed, and Sebastian choked out a stuttered moan as his hands finally flew to your hair. The sharp sting made you wince slightly, but you relished in the scrape of his nails along your scalp, and then you were letting him pull you further onto his cock until the head hit the back of your throat.

There was no helping your strangled, choking sound, but you fought through the urge to pull away, instead swallowing around him, and Sebastian swore nothing born of this Earth could possibly be this amazing.

His mind was spinning in fucking circles as you let him thrust into your warm, inviting mouth for as long as you were able to take it. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, and you felt them run down your cheeks to intermingle with your spit-slick mouth. The growing ache between your legs was bordering on unbearable at this point, and you shamelessly dropped one of your hands to your clothed cunt to press against yourself through the fabric.

Sebastian groaned at the sight of you touching yourself with his cock spearing into your mouth, and when you lifted your eyes to stare up at him from way down below, he nearly came then and there from your appearance.

In a flash, Sebastian was pulling you off of him with a strangled grunt, thick strands of spit and pre-cum sinfully dangling between your lips and his throbbing member. “Fuck– f-feels too damn good– I don’t want to finish yet.”

Your chest heaved as you greedily sucked down gulps of air, gazing up at Sebastian through hooded, fucked-out eyes that brought him to his knees before you to slip your unbuttoned shirt over the bruised curve of your shoulders. It fell away, leaving your upper half completely exposed to him now, and he hungrily traced his hands down the supple rise of your breasts before pushing you back against the covers.

When Sebastian tugged your pants away, he may as well have ripped them off with the intensity he exhibited. You were flushing darkly from your head all the way to your toes– all that separated you from him now was your thin cotton underwear, but not for long. Those long, freckled fingers had looped under the material, coyly dragging it down your goosebump riddled thighs before slipping it over your feet and tossing it over his shoulder.

Sebastian stood to his full height to begin unbuttoning his own shirt, and the dark material contrasted beautifully against his pale complexion. As the buttons fell away, you got your first glimpse of his bare chest since reuniting with him, only to discover there were raised, jagged scars that ran across his pecs and along his ribs. Your brows slammed down and your stomach dropped at the sight, and Sebastian paused as he took in your reaction to the markings.

“What happened?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, but the hoarseness to it was apparent.

Following the strained bob of his adam’s apple, you watched as he continued to remove his top with a sureness that, at the very least, told you he wasn’t in any pain. “There’s plenty of other things to watch out for in Azkaban, not just the Dementors,” he replied vaguely with a shockingly unbothered tone.

Despite his casual demeanor and the nonchalant way he continued to strip himself down to nothing, you couldn’t fight the rising wave of guilt that threatened to pull you under. It was another reminder of what you’d done to him–

“Stop it.”

Your eyes jumped from his chest back to his dark gaze, and he was shaking his head at you in a scolding manner. “I can see exactly what you’re thinking, and this isn’t your fault. Don’t even try apologizing again.”

Your mouth opened and closed fitfully, the words you wanted to say dying on your tongue before you could voice them, and you sighed. But then Sebastian was shrugging his shirt off his shoulders, letting the material flutter to the floor unceremoniously before he began to crawl towards you, caging your body beneath his own. With him laying on top of you this way, his long legs draped lazily in between yours, you were able to ground yourself a bit more and shake the negativity from your mind.

Maybe he didn’t want you saying sorry, but that didn’t mean you wouldn’t still show him how apologetic you were. Your hands flew to his cheeks, pulling his lips to yours with a tenacity that rivaled the strength of a Graphorn. Sebastian let you, shamelessly enjoying the mixed taste of himself on your sweet lips until the urge to move was overwhelming him, and he shifted in his spot between your sprawled legs to grind his achingly hard shaft between your soaked folds.

You moaned into his mouth, utterly adoring the friction his movements provided your neglected cunt, and you began tracing up his lithely muscled shoulders, ghosting your touch down his back where you felt the angular curve of his shoulder blades and more raised scars beneath your fingertips.

Sebastian kept himself supported on the arm draped beside your head, playing with the unruly strands of your hair until you were mewling and sighing against his lips, and then his other hand was trailing down to your slick heat to swipe through the wetness pooling there.

He chuckled darkly as you rocked your hips into his hand with a needy whine, your nails digging into the skin of his back. “Mm, Sebastian–”

“Want something, darling?”

You were breathless as he probed your entrance with one of his slender digits, then tensing and writhing under him when he pulled his finger away tauntingly. “Fucking– yes, please. T-touch me, please.”

The way he cocked his head to the side with that smug look on his face made your head spin with indignant need. “But I am touching you. I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

As though to punctuate the claim, he trailed his hand higher, pressing down on your bundle of nerves in a way that had you damn near bucking up to chase his touch. A keening sound resonated from your chest, and if looks could kill, Sebastian would have dropped dead on top of you in an instant from your icy glare.

Your voice trembled with barely contained need as you begged, “I want your fingers inside of me. I want your cock inside of me– please, I can’t wait anymore Sebastian, please fuck me–”

Sebastian cut you off with the sudden thrust of a finger breaching your walls, and your head kicked back with a sharp cry of his name as he began steadily working the appendage deeper, willing you to relax for him. He found a steady pace, pumping into you easily as you melted under his attention, your hips writhing back for more after a few heated seconds.

Obliging you with a second finger, Sebastian sealed his mouth over a random patch of skin above your breast, the salt of your skin clinging to his lips as he started to nibble and suck in a bid to gently mark you further. He kept your tight heat spread open as you arched and shuddered beneath him, and as nice as the image was, what was really getting to him were the gorgeous sounds falling from your swollen lips.

After two years without hearing it, Sebastian decidedly had a thing for your voice, but knowing how it sounded when it was hitched and raspy, forming shaky, insistent moans of his name… shit. Sebastian groaned softly, nipping at the blossoming hickey on your chest before he was curling his fingers up and firmly pressing the pad of his thumb against your clit so deliciously, it left you breathless.

The effect his efforts have on you were incredible. Your hips were arching off the bed, head thrown back into the pillows with a choked moan, and Sebastian followed you easily despite all of your brainless writhing.

“F-fuck, fuck, Sebastian,” you whined, your voice loud and spectacular, especially with the way it shook as you seemingly got closer to losing it. All you could do was cling to Sebastian, both hands clutching desperately at his shoulders, his neck, and then your fingers were tangling in his long hair so aggressively, the sting had his cock twitching against your leg.

You were positively wrecked already– gorgeously so– with your eyes glazed and unfocused, your lips parting freely around lyrical moans and mindless praises alike, and your cries of his name came more and more frequently as he curled and pressed his fingers within you. His patience was beginning to run out, though, as his painfully stiff cock continued to rut shamelessly against your thigh.

“What do you think, darling? Are you ready for me?”

Your eyes cracked open slightly, forcing a few deep, rattling breaths into your lungs as Sebastian lessened his ministrations against your core. You’d been so caught up in the building euphoria of your orgasm that you had completely forgotten it wasn’t even his cock making you crumble apart. “Y-Yeah. Been ready since you threw me against the wall…”

Sebastian chuckled at that, rewarding you with a deep, sensual kiss that made your toes curl. He peppered light kisses to the array of bruises he had worked into your skin thus far before sitting back on his heels, withdrawing his fingers from your pulsing heat. You whined softly at the loss, but then you felt Sebastian’s hands curl around your thighs to haul you down the covers so you were flush to his hips, and the luxurious feeling of him rubbing against your slick arousal was enough to have you wriggling back for more.

You were boneless in Sebastian’s hands as he looped his arms under your knees, angling your legs over his shoulders so that he could see all of you as he lined himself up with your entrance. A thrill of excitement sparked through you at the more insistent presses of the brunet’s incredibly solid cock against you. The first firm roll of Sebastian’s hips pulled shaky gasps from both of you as the thick head breached your walls, slick and tight and warm, and Sebastian couldn’t help the breathless moan of your name that fell from his lips then.

“Fuck, you feel amazing, darling– Merlin– you’re so warm, shit.” He leaned forward to plunge himself further into you, taking care to grind slowly after each small, shallow thrust. Your shaky breaths filled the space between the two of you as Sebastian rocked his hips steadily against your ass, everything he had done to prepare you paying off in the form of you taking his cock perfectly, letting him slide deeper with every short plunge of his hips.

Sebastian kept up his patient, easy rhythm, sliding his hands along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs to simultaneously tease you and hold you more firmly in place. You let out a long, whimpering moan, your eyes squeezing shut as Sebastian finally bottomed out, and you savored in the marvelous feeling of being filled by him.

“How’s it feel, love?” Sebastian asked quietly, lowering his head a bit more to nudge his nose against your sweat-slick forehead. The kiss he pressed there soothed you further, and the way you sighed and melted further was proof enough that Sebastian was doing well. “Is it too much?”

“Fuck no,” you groaned, your voice breaking slightly, but you were way too scatter-brained to care. You were completely enveloped by Sebastian in the best possible ways, the initial sting of the thick stretch vanishing entirely with his gentle grinding. “Gods, Sebastian,” you gasped, your lashes fluttering open to make dazed eye contact with your freckled lover. “You’re so big, f-feels so good…”

Sebastian groaned, mouthing wetly against the smooth curve of your knee draped over his shoulder, and when he sank his teeth into the sensitive flesh there, you responded with a keening moan from low in your throat.

He wasn’t pulling out far before he was smoothly rolling his hips back in, setting an achingly slow pace to start with. The way you felt around him was euphoric, your body quaking in time to Sebastian’s steady, languid thrusts. His bruising grip on your thighs had you panting and squirming back against his cock, musing your hair wildly beneath you, and your hands fisted in the covers in a bid to find purchase.

“You’re perfect,” Sebastian moaned his praises into the crook of your leg, increasing the intensity of his thrusts when he felt you arching towards him, the head of his cock brushing deeper and harder. “You’re so fucking perfect– I love you, darling– I never stopped loving you.”

Your denied release from earlier came roaring to life in the pit of your gut as you felt Sebastian’s cock graze over your sweet spot, wanton moans spilling from your lips as you clawed at the sheets and gasped breathlessly. “Sebastian– fuck, I l-love you, I love you so much–” His hips snapped against your ass sharply at your mindless confession, and your lips parted around a pleading cry for more, overwhelmed tears pricking at your clenched eyes as Sebastian obliged you.

With a throaty growl, Sebastian released your legs from his ironclad grip, letting them fall limply against the bed so he could lower himself to snake his arms around your waist and arch you towards him, ramming his cock into you with blinding precision that made you wail his name shamelessly.

“S-Sebastian, please, please– just like that–” you ground your hips back onto your lover, thighs trembling from how good Sebastian fucked you, filling you up deep and rough and just right. The way he dug his fingers into the skin of your waist to slam you back down into his relentless thrusts only served to add fuel to the growing fire in your core, leaving you a sloppy, gasping, pleading mess underneath him.

The two of you were holding on by barely there threads, your looming orgasms building, and you knew Sebastian was close when he buried his head in the crook of your shoulder to pant loudly against your skin. Your arms flew around his neck, clinging to him desperately as you rutted against him, wordlessly urging him to take what he wanted– to finally let go.

Sebastian came with a brutal cry of your name, his rough pumping transforming into sensual, deep grinding, and he hurriedly brought one of his hands to your clit to rub tight, demanding circles against you. The combined feeling of his cock emptying inside of you and the perfect stimulation from his fingers brought you clean over the edge with him, your nails sinking into his skin and leaving angry welts in their wake as you sobbed in ecstasy.

Thoroughly spent, the two of you stayed intertwined for what seemed like hours, but realistically couldn’t have been longer than a few minutes. Sebastian continued to slowly rock his hips into you long after the two of you had come down, until your overstimulated twitches and moans prompted him to gently slide out of your dripping folds, swallowing thickly when he lifted his head to rake over your prone form.

Your half-hooded gaze fixed on Sebastian as he tenderly trailed his hands up over your breasts, ghosting over the trail of love-bites and scratches that now decorated your sternum. His thumb swept up the vulnerable apex of your throat to angle your flushed lips towards his mouth. The kiss held a thousand promises that neither one of you cared to voice in the moment, and you let him nudge you up towards the headboard before he gathered you securely in his arms.

“Thank you.” Sebastian whispered into the top of your head after a few minutes of pleasant silence. You were tucked comfortably against his chest, his arm wrapped around you as he traced tiny shapes and patterns along the curve of your spine. You had been lightly trailing your fingers over the plethora of scars that lined his chest, committing the feeling of each one to memory, but his words made you pause.

“I can’t say I’ve ever been thanked for sex before,” you murmured against his side, and your head jostled when he laughed softly.

“Don’t be stupid– although, yes, definitely thank you for the sex. But I meant ‘thank you’ for everything else.”

Your lips pressed into a hard line, but you forced yourself to keep your tone light hearted when you replied. “Don’t go thanking me too soon. We haven’t even made it out of Ministry territory yet– ow!”

You flinched away from his pinching fingers against your back, the sharp sting throbbing to life– and though it wasn’t a severe pain in the slightest, you craned your head back to glare at him.

His dark eyes sparkled with amusement and an underlying fondness that instantly cooled your temper. “Is it so hard for you to just say ‘you’re welcome, Sebastian’ and kiss me?”

The laugh that bubbled from your throat was like music to Sebastian’s ears, and he realized dimly that it was the first time he had heard it in over two years. He never wanted to stop hearing it, and he vowed to himself then that he would spend every day of the rest of his life trying to make you feel that kind of joy.

“Is that it? If that’s all you wanted, you only needed to ask.”

Sebastian tugged you closer, lazily sweeping his broad hand over the small of your back to press you into him as his lips captured yours in a dizzying kiss. It melted away your lingering tension, and you ran your fingers through his disheveled hair, pushing the overgrown locs out of his face delicately. The fodness in the action had him sighing against your lips, and nothing in this lifetime would ever compare to this moment here with you.

“I love you,” he said, and you cracked your eyes open to see him staring at you with a deeply profound expression. “I meant what I said earlier– I don’t think I ever stopped loving you.”

Warmth blossomed in your chest, and you managed to flash him a watery smile before sappy tears were running down your cheeks despite your best efforts. “Me too. I’ve always loved you, Sebastian, and I always will. For as long as you’ll have me.”

“How’s forever sound? I have no plans to leave your side anytime soon. That should give us plenty of time to figure out what comes next.”

He stole your lips again, never breaking away as he rolled himself over to cage you completely beneath his taller frame. It was an impassioned kiss, full of desire and desperation, and all you could do was kiss him back with equal fervor, mirroring his wants.

Any concerns drifted from your minds as the two of you got lost in the newfound versions of yourselves, taking exceptional care throughout the night to commit every new thing about the other to memory. The moment held promise for the future— for what you now knew you could have with Sebastian, and you swore to yourself then that you would fight with everything in you to protect this second chance. The Ministry would have to pry Sebastian from your cold, dead hands.

No matter what was to come, your heart felt lighter knowing that the two of you would face it together.

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