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✧ 2nd House Ruler (WEALTH & Family) in All Houses
Part 2 ..
{ Vedic Astrology }
Your Guide to Check Your Placement (Vedic Astrology)
⇝ Refer To My Part 1
2nd Lord in 3rd House
When the ruler of the 2nd house is located in the third house, it signifies a strong sense of fighting spirit in your life. You are not afraid to fight for what you want, whether it's wealth or helping those in need with high moral values.
With a benefic planet ruling as the 2nd house ruler such as Venus, Jupiter, Mercury, or Moon, in 3rd house, your wisdom shines through, especially in your spoken words. Your values are reflected strongly in your communication, which can be expressed on multimedia platforms. Just remember to be kind to others and respect their views, as conflicts over money matters can arise.
Since the third house rules skills and hands-on activities, you may excel in areas such as writing, music, presentations, and digital technology. Your persuasive abilities can bring you wealth, especially in industries like advertising and sales. Traveling business/jobs indeed may also contribute to your prosperity. Be cautious not to let financial disputes affect your relationship with your partner, as your spouse holds great importance in your life.
2nd Lord in 4th House
Having the 2nd Lord positioned in the 4th house brings a sense of luxury and comfort to your home life. This placement signifies wealth and abundance in terms of property and domestic matters. The key factor here is the influence of benefic planets like Venus, Moon, or Jupiter, which can amplify these blessings to the point where your desires manifest effortlessly.
Be mindful of your wishes, as they are likely to come true with this placement. While everyone with this alignment has the potential to attract financial prosperity, it's crucial to consider the impact of malefic aspects. If not properly balanced, overspending on property, mortgages, or loans could become a burden that you carry throughout your life.
2nd Lord in 5th House
The placement of the 2nd Lord in the 5th house holds immense power and potential. It is a favorable position for accumulating wealth and showcases your creative prowess in making money work for you. You possess a natural ability to find opportunities even in the most challenging situations, allowing you to turn them into profitable ventures.
However, it is important to note that this placement can have two sides. While it can bring financial success through legal means, it is crucial to ensure that you do not engage in any unlawful activities. This placement can be a saving grace in difficult times, helping you navigate through sticky situations.
The 5th house is associated with education, making teaching a fruitful career option for you. However, it is essential for you to have a solid educational foundation yourself before pursuing this path. Additionally, the 5th house governs speculation, gambling, and lucky moments like lotteries. It is important to remember that these endeavors come with karmic implications.
If the 2nd Lord in the 5th house is influenced or it is benefic planet like Jupiter, Venus, or the Moon, it can bring financial luck. However, if there are malefic aspects, it may not have such a positive outcome. It is crucial to exercise caution and be mindful of the potential challenges that may arise.
Furthermore, the 5th house also rules over children and younger individuals. As mentioned earlier, your children may inherit your ability to make money and become ingenious in their own financial endeavors. This effect can span across generations, creating a multi-generational impact on your family's financial success.
2nd Lord in 6th House
When the ruler of the second house is positioned in the sixth house of your birth chart, you become naturally competitive. This house is associated with enemies, so you find yourself excelling by overcoming challenges and defeating those who stand in your way. This competitive drive can lead to financial gains, depending on whether the ruling planet is considered beneficial or malefic.
If the ruler of the second house is a benefic planet such as the Moon, Venus, Mercury, or Jupiter, you are likely to emerge victorious in your battles with enemies and accumulate wealth in the process. Your competitive spirit is channeled in a positive direction, allowing you to turn challenging situations into opportunities for financial growth. Even when faced with adversity, you manage to come out on top in competitive scenarios.
On the other hand, if the ruler of the second house is a malefic planet like Mars, Saturn, Rahu[North Node], or Ketu[South Node] in the sixth house, you may struggle to defeat your competitors and experience financial losses. However, due to the malefic nature of these planets, you possess the resilience to bounce back from setbacks and persist until you achieve success.
It is important to consider other planets that may be present alongside the ruler of the second house in the sixth house, as they can provide insights into the nature of your competition. For instance, if Jupiter is positioned with the ruler of the second house, you may find yourself competing with your children or even your Husband or mentor. If Venus is in conjunction with the second house ruler, your competition may involve your wife/females, while Mercury indicates competition within your family, and the Moon suggests rivalry with your mother or close relatives.
Having the ruler of the second house in the sixth house can create a dynamic and challenging environment in your relationships. While you may not be engaged in literal conflicts with those you compete with, there is a sense of tension and competition that adds an edge to your interactions. This placement can also indicate strong resistance to illness and the ability to recover quickly when unwell, as well as potentially strong dental health.
2nd Lord in 7th House
Having the 2nd Lord in the 7th house can bring about some challenges in relationships, family matters, and even business affairs. This is because the 2nd Lord has moved six houses away from its original position.
In this placement, you tend to become dissatisfied in relationships quite easily. It is important for you to take your time and really get to know someone before fully committing, especially if the 2nd house Lord is a malefic planet like Mars, Saturn, Rahu[North Node], or Ketu[South Node].You may find yourself being overly critical of your partner, but the positive aspect of this position is that it lends itself well to consulting or helping others. You could excel as a consultant in various fields, or in medicine as a doctor or surgeon, even if malefic planets are present in this house.
If benefic planet like the Moon, Venus, Jupiter, or Mercury are present here, you will have a natural ability to connect with the public. You could excel as a psychologist, psychiatrist, or someone who assists others with their mental or physical health. While these careers can bring in good money, it is important to note that you will have to work hard regardless of your chosen profession. You may find yourself putting in long hours, but you genuinely enjoy the effort you put into your work.
Since the 7th house governs business partnerships, it is crucial for you to be cautious about who you enter into business ventures with. If there are afflictions to the 7th house, there is a possibility of losing money through these partnerships. If you are not familiar with the person, it is best not to trust them blindly. You have a tendency to thrive in team environments and enjoy making money collectively. Therefore, being employed in a larger organization or working within a team can be beneficial for you if you have this placement.
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Wrapped around my finger (Sebastian Sallow x F!MC)
WARNING: HARD SMUT
Summary: MC is currently in their seventh year, but during her fifth year, she made the fateful decision to betray Sebastian by turning him in. Now, it appears that he has managed to escape from Azkaban and has returned, seeking revenge. Will he make her pay for her betrayal, or is there another twist in store?
So yeah... I'm jus going to leave this here... Have a nice day <3
This one shot contains: bondage, a little too much of noncon, biting, fingering, p in v sex, spanking, choking, and a very dom sebby, use of the imperious curse for sexual intentions
ALL UNDERAGE CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP!
Word count: 10,455
I'm sorry if you see a few mistakes on the writing, English is not my first language
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Finally, after an extensive period of time, she had achieved mastery over her ancient magic, utilizing it to bring to life things that had once only resided within the confines of her imagination. Occasionally, she would venture to Hogsmeade, offering assistance to fellow witches and wizards in need. Her sixth and seventh years at Hogwarts were occupied with numerous responsibilities, as her professors were well aware of her exceptional abilities, and her classmates held her in high regard. Her proficiency in ancient and fundamental magic far surpassed her years.
The chilly autumn breeze tapped gently on the windows of the Gryffindor tower. It had already grown quite late, well past curfew. She found herself sprawled atop the large couch, positioned in front of the roaring fireplace in the Gryffindor common room. Her eyes remained closed, her face serene, while the dancing flames above her silhouette illuminated the room. Despite being the coldest of nights, the Gryffindor common room always exuded a warmth and coziness that she found irresistible. Although she had the option to utilize the Room of Requirement at any time, she couldn't resist the homely embrace of those walls and rugs surrounding her. A book rested upon her chest, rising and falling gently with her calm breaths, as she lay on her back.
Suddenly, her tranquility was disrupted by faint, rapid knocking sounds. She let out a groan and grasped the pillow beneath her head, covering her face with a wearied expression. This was her way of indicating to the prefects and head boys and girls that she desired peace and rest. She was well aware that it was late, but the comfort of the common room couch was too enticing. It was as if the couch would beg her not to depart whenever she attempted to rise, whispering, "Wait! Don't leave me! Let me embrace you a while longer!" A small smirk escaped her lips as she imagined the couch pleading for her company.
However, the knocking sounds persisted, quick and persistent, causing her to realize that this interruption might not be the work of a prefect or another student in the common room. She removed the plush pillow from her face and sought the source of the knocking. A cry from an owl drew her attention to one of the windows, where a black owl with golden eyes peered at her from outside the glass. She narrowed her gaze at the creature and approached the window, her expression marked with confusion.
With a swift flick of her wand, the window opened on its own, and the owl promptly flew into the common room. The girl could sense the bird's relief as its feathers were enveloped by the room's warmth. It perched itself on a small table filled with books and quills, fixing its gaze upon her. As the creature emitted a soft sigh, she noticed a message secured to one of its legs. She carefully took hold of the letter with one hand, while her other hand gently stroked the owl's black feathers. She attempted to open the letter, but it eluded her grasp, evading her every attempt. She let out a sigh, realizing that this was not the time for such games. Surely, it was Everett, attempting to prank her with bewitched letters. She seized the letter once more and directed her wand toward it. "Finite," she whispered, and the letter ceased its struggle against her grip.
Taking a seat beside the owl, she acknowledged that Everett had never employed a black owl to send her anything. In fact, none of her friends had ever done so. This newfound avian acquaintance was entirely unfamiliar to her. She peered at the owl while it groomed its feathers, a smirk appearing on her face. "Who has sent you, little one?" she inquired, receiving a faint howl hoot in response. She fixed her gaze on the letter, sensing a familiar aura and recalling memories from her fifth year.
A sigh escaped her lips as she reminisced about a missing presence among her friends. Sebastian Sallow, the Slytherin boy who had taught her the unforgivable curses, now resided in Azkaban. She and Ominis had made the difficult decision to turn him in—an action that had cost her a friend, someone with immense potential who had succumbed to the allure of dark magic and his own impulsive nature.
The echoes of Sebastian's screams lingered vividly in her mind.
"You both will regret this!" Sebastian's voice reverberated as he struggled against the aurors holding him in place. "I will come back, and I'll make you pay!" he bellowed, his voice strained. Ominis paid him no heed, refusing to even look in his direction. As for her, she locked eyes with Sebastian, witnessing nothing but rage and hatred burning in his brown orbs. "Especially you… I'm going to come back and make you—" Before he could finish his threat, an auror silenced him, and both he and Sebastian vanished from her sight.
She could have shed a few tears, but they never came. She knew that Sebastian's obsession with his research had put his best friend in danger. And considering she had known him for only a few months before he began to push her toward the dark arts…
No, he hadn't forced her into anything.
A gasp escaped her lips as a realization struck her. Throughout all the missions and perilous adventures, she could have said "No," avoiding all the troubles. Sebastian had never coerced her; he had merely extended invitations. It was her insatiable curiosity that had propelled her forward.
Shaking her head, she brushed aside those thoughts. The past was the past, after all. She shifted her focus to the letter and finally opened it. The paper was neat and the handwriting instantly recognizable.
"We must talk right now. Meet me in the Room of Requirement. Sebastian has escaped from Azkaban."
-Ominis
Overwhelmed by the contents of the letter, a mixture of apprehension and curiosity swelled within her. Sebastian's escape from Azkaban was a shocking revelation—one that ignited a cascade of unanswered questions in her mind. Why had he escaped? What did Ominis want to discuss? What role did she have to play in all of this? And why meeting her in the Room of Requirement instead of the Undercroft?
The flickering flames in the fireplace cast dancing shadows across the room, heightening the sense of uncertainty. She glanced at the black owl perched on the table, as if seeking guidance from the enigmatic creature. With a determined nod, she made up her mind. She couldn't ignore the call to action, the opportunity to confront the past and find closure.
Standing up, she gently patted the owl on its feathers before retrieving a cloak from the nearby hook. Wrapping it around herself, she concealed her identity and intentions as she ventured into the castle corridors. Each step carried her closer to the Room of Requirement, her mind racing with anticipation and a touch of trepidation.
The castle was eerily silent as she navigated the hidden passages, her footsteps echoing softly against the cold stone walls. Memories of past encounters with Sebastian flooded her thoughts. The dark arts, forbidden curses, and the inner turmoil he had instigated—each recollection reminded her of the price they had all paid for their choices.
Finally, she reached the seventh-floor corridor and approached the barren stretch of wall concealing the entrance to the Room of Requirement. Taking a deep breath, she focused on her intent, picturing the room she desired—the place where she would meet Ominis.
As if responding to her thoughts, the concealed door materialized before her, revealing the mysterious chamber within. Pushing it open, she stepped into the room. This time, the room manifested as a study, dimly lit with shelves lined with ancient tomes and parchment scrolls.
She gasped, her eyes widening as she took in the room before her. It bore no resemblance to her expectations. Gone was the familiar space she had envisioned, replaced by a chilling darkness that sent shivers down her spine. A sense of unease settled over her, freezing her in place. Before she could react, the door behind her slammed shut and vanished, trapping her inside.
"Ominis?" Her voice trembled with nervous anticipation, reverberating through the empty room. Her footsteps echoed, the only sound in the oppressive silence. In the center of the room stood a solitary table, devoid of any other objects. Her hand instinctively reached for her wand as Ominis' voice remained absent. She felt a surge of relief that she hadn't changed her attire before leaving the common room.
"Everett… Garreth… If this is another prank, I swear I'll unleash Rictusempra on both of you until you beg me to stop," she declared, her tone attempting to sound mature and intimidating. However, her words hung unanswered in the air, intensifying her growing unease. A few seconds passed, and a shiver raced down her spine as she sensed a presence behind her. A soft chuckle filled the room, causing her bravery to waver. She recognized that mocking, raspy voice instantly, even if it had matured over time.
"You…" Her words faltered, barely escaping her lips. "How did you…?"
"Escape?" The voice interjected, cutting her off. "I can't reveal all my secrets now, can I?" A mix of nostalgia and fear washed over her, leaving her frustrated. Finally gathering the courage to face him, she turned around, taking a few steps back, ready for any unforeseen actions. "Sebastian, where is Ominis?" she demanded, her voice laced with a threatening undertone.
Sebastian didn't answer immediately, his gaze locked onto hers. He looked almost the same, albeit taller than the last time she saw him. His expression remained neutral, his hair still disheveled. His unwavering gaze reminded her of the threats he had once made before the Aurors apprehended him.
"He is fine," he stated bluntly, his tone devoid of emotion. Her eyebrow arched in response. Sebastian chuckled, sighing as he shook his head. "I realized his family is punishment enough for him," he continued. She frowned at his words. "Allowing him to live, tortured by his family, is a more fitting fate than ending his misery with a quick death," he added in a cruel, detached tone. Relief washed over her; it seemed Sebastian was unaware that Ominis had reconciled with his family. At least he was safe.
However, she now realized that she herself was in great danger. Trapped alone with Sebastian in the Room of Requirement, which seemed unresponsive to her needs, it became evident that Sebastian's desires held greater sway over the room.
"Go on," he challenged, his arms crossed over his chest, his unwavering gaze fixed on her. There was no hint of a smile or his usual cocky smirk, only an expectant look. "I highly doubt the room listens to you anymore," he finally remarked. She shot him a defiant and enraged glare. "That's not how it works," she retorted. He shrugged, remaining motionless.
She wanted to demand what he wanted from her, but the answer seemed painfully obvious. Instead, she managed to ask, "Are you going to kill me?" Sebastian's expression shifted from neutral to one of intrigue, reminiscent of how he used to look at her during their first Herbology class, when Professor Garlick introduced her. He began to pace the room, his steps measured and deliberate, his eyes locked onto her. "No," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of anticipation.
Her relief was short-lived, for it was clear he had more to say. Sebastian retrieved his wand, deftly performing intricate wand movements as he advanced slowly toward her. "I want to torment you," he whispered, his words sending a chill down her spine. "I want to make you weep," he continued, taking another step closer. The room seemed to grow colder with each passing moment. "I want to hear you scream."
She tightened her grip on her wand, her apprehension mounting as Sebastian closed the distance between them. The atmosphere was thick with tension. "Then go ahead," she whispered defiantly, turning to face him with a challenging expression. "If you want to use the Cruciatus Curse on me, go ahead. I won't--"
"But I haven't finished," he interrupted, his voice rising above hers, halting her words in their tracks. "What would Professor Fig say if he knew what a spoiled girl you've become?" His words were laced with anger, but he quickly composed himself. Her fury intensified as he mentioned Professor Fig, as if he knew anything about her conflict with Ranrok.
"Regardless," he continued, his tone returning to its previous calmness, "as I was saying…"
"Expelliarmus!" she screamed, her wand pointed directly at him. In an instant, his grip on his wand weakened, yet it didn't flew off his hand. Sebastian's expression transformed from surprise to serene, a small smirk playing upon his lips as he nodded subtly from side to side. "Are you going to let me finish?"
"Sebastian, you have ten seconds to leave this room, leave Hogwarts, and leave me alone," she yelled at him, her fury drowning out his question. Sebastian leaned against a wall, his body relaxed as he smiled at her. "Or else?" he inquired, his old cocky smirk returning, as if he held the upper hand.
"You may not have the guts to kill me--"
"But I had the guts to turn you in, and I can do it again," she interjected. Sebastian's smirk vanished, his mind seemingly grasping the gravity of the situation. "Indeed… you did," he conceded, his voice now a low, whispered admission.
Sebastian's admission hung in the air, the tension between them palpable. Their eyes locked, each trying to gauge the other's next move. The room seemed to close in on them, amplifying their confrontation.
A wave of conflicting emotions washed over her—anger, fear, and a sliver of doubt. As much as she despised Sebastian, there was a part of her that remembered their shared past, the moments of camaraderie and laughter before everything went awry. But those memories were overshadowed by the darkness that consumed him, the cruelty he had shown. She couldn't let sentimentality cloud her judgment now.
With a resolute expression, she took a step forward, closing the distance between them. "Sebastian, you're walking down a dangerous path," she warned, her voice carrying a mix of concern and determination. "Whatever twisted sense of justice you think you're pursuing, it won't lead you to anything but more pain."
Sebastian's face contorted into a bitter smile. "Pain is what I've come to embrace," he retorted, his voice tinged with a hint of regret. "You have no idea what I've been through, what I've endured." His gaze hardened, reflecting the turmoil within him. "But you will."
A surge of defiance coursed through her veins. She couldn't let him break her spirit, not after everything she had fought for. "I won't be a pawn in your game, Sebastian," she declared firmly, her voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through her.
Sebastian's eyes flickered with a mix of surprise and admiration. A hint of the old spark that used to exist between them seemed to resurface for a brief moment. "Very well," he conceded, a glimmer of respect in his gaze. "Let's see if you're as formidable as they say."
The room crackled with an electric intensity as they circled each other, their wands raised in anticipation. Spells flew through the air, clashing with bursts of vibrant colors, filling the room with flashes of light. Each parry and countermove showcased their skill and determination. It was a battle of wills, a clash of two former allies turned adversaries.
Despite her best efforts, she found herself gradually being pushed on the defensive. Sebastian's prowess was formidable, his every strike precise and calculated. His determination to break her was evident in each spell he cast. She fought back with every ounce of strength she possessed, refusing to yield.
As the intensity of the duel reached its crescendo, a sudden surge of power emanated from Sebastian. His eyes gleamed with a malevolent glint as he unleashed a spell she had never encountered before. A dark energy crackled around him, swirling and twisting like a vortex of shadows.
Time seemed to slow as the spell raced toward her. Instinctively, she tried to conjure a protective shield, but it was too late. The spell struck her with a force that sent her sprawling backward, her body crashing against the cold, unforgiving stone.
Pain seared through her, each nerve screaming in protest. She struggled to regain her footing, her vision swimming with a mixture of pain and determination. Gasping for breath, she glared at Sebastian, her voice barely a whisper. "You… won't… break me."
Sebastian's eyes gleamed with a mixture of triumph and regret. His wand remained pointed at her, his grip unyielding. "We shall see," he hissed, the words carrying a chilling finality.
As darkness closed in on her consciousness, she fought to stay awake, clinging to the last vestiges of her strength. She vowed to herself.
Summoning her inner resolve, she tapped into the depths of her being, drawing upon the ancient magic that flowed through her veins. A surge of raw power emanated from her, swirling around her in a dazzling display of ethereal energy. It crackled and danced with an intensity that even Sebastian couldn't help but be momentarily taken aback.
With a flick of her wrist, she unleashed a torrent of ancient magic toward Sebastian. The force of the spell sent him hurtling backward, crashing into a nearby wall. But as the dust settled, he emerged, his expression twisted with a mixture of fury and determination.
Sebastian gritted his teeth, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the situation. He had anticipated her hidden well of power, and he knew he needed to neutralize it if he stood a chance of overpowering her. Drawing upon his own knowledge of dark arts, he began to weave a complex counter-spell, designed to disrupt and freeze the ancient magic coursing through her.
The air crackled with an intense clash of energies as Sebastian's dark counter-spell collided with her ancient magic. Sparks flew, casting an otherworldly glow across the room. She fought with every ounce of strength she possessed, trying to maintain control, but Sebastian's spell was relentless, seeking to bind and suppress her power.
Slowly, inexorably, her ancient magic began to falter. Its vibrant radiance dimmed, flickering like a dying flame. The weight of defeat settled upon her shoulders as she realized her efforts were in vain. Sebastian had found a way to subdue her most potent weapon.
With a surge of desperation, she launched one final, desperate attack, aiming to catch Sebastian off guard. But he was prepared, sidestepping her spell with an almost effortless grace. In that moment, her energy depleted, her defenses shattered, she knew she had been outmatched.
Time seemed to stand still as Sebastian closed in on her, a predatory smile playing on his lips. "You fought well," he sneered, his voice laced with a mixture of triumph and derision. "But in the end, your ancient magic was no match for my cunning."
Her body trembled with exhaustion, her muscles refusing to obey her commands. She tried to summon a defiant retort, but her voice came out as nothing more than a strained whisper. The cold, unforgiving stone floor beneath her became her final resting place as Sebastian stood over her, his victory assured.
As darkness enveloped her, she couldn't help but wonder where it had all gone wrong. How had Sebastian, her once-trusted friend, fallen so far? And what would become of her now, trapped in his clutches?
Her breath caught in her throat as she observed him drawing nearer, the shadows deepening around them. The weight of the situation bore down upon her, suffocating her hopes. Sebastian's countenance remained impassive, a mask of indifference, until a sly grin etched itself upon his face, mirroring the twisted dance of shadows. She passed out.
A surge of consciousness flooded her senses, and her eyes fluttered open. Gone was the comforting embrace of the common room couch, and the cold stone floor of the Room of Requirement. She found herself sprawled upon a table at the heart of the room, its hard surface chilling her to the bone. Her desperate search for her wand was interrupted by a haunting whistle that sliced through the air, directing her attention to Sebastian. He stood a few paces away, toying with her wand, manipulating it with a deftness that mirrored his sinister intentions.
Rising with a mixture of defiance and fury, she longed to confront him, to unleash her pent-up anger with a well-aimed blow. Yet, an insidious force seemed to tether her to the table, an invisible chain constricting her movements. Sebastian's voice, dripping with both amusement and malice, cut through the silence, prodding her discomfort. His gaze lingered upon her attire. Reflexively, she tugged at her shirt, only to discover the metallic links of a chain encircling her waist. Attempting to grasp it, her fingertips passed through the ethereal barrier, the physical and the intangible locked in an unsettling dissonance. "What have you done to me, Sebastian?" she demanded, her voice teetering on the edge of desperation.
Sebastian silenced her with a mere gesture, his voice a hushed admonishment. "Hush now... I merely sought to ensure that you couldn't rely on your ancient magic to extricate yourself from this predicament." Her feet found the ground once more, each step carrying her farther away from him. A profound emptiness settled within her, her magical essence snuffed out like a flickering flame in a gust of wind. The scene played out before her like a cruel mockery, for even if her wand were within reach, it would be an impotent tool against his malevolence.
"Stay away from me," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and defiance. She retreated further, his hand quickly relinquishing its grip on her wand, casting it into the abyssal darkness. "Why bother stifling my magic? The Cruciatus Curse alone would have sufficed to--" Once again, his laughter severed her words, an icy reminder of her powerlessness.
Sebastian's laughter echoed through the room, resonating with a chilling malevolence. It reverberated within her, fueling a mix of frustration and anger that threatened to consume her. She watched him, her eyes burning with a fiery determination despite the shackles that held her magic captive.
"Oh, my dear," Sebastian taunted, his voice laced with wicked delight. "Do you truly think I would rely on such a mundane curse to break you? No, no, I have something much more exquisite in mind." He approached her with a calculated stride, relishing the power he held over her.
Her heart pounded within her chest, a defiant rhythm that matched her unyielding spirit. She knew she had to find another way, a way to outsmart him, to break free from his clutches. Her mind raced, searching for a solution amidst the encroaching darkness.
"You see," he continued, his voice dripping with sinister amusement, "I have spent years studying dark magic, delving into ancient secrets that most wizards fear to touch. And now, my dear, I have discovered a method to suppress even the most formidable of magical abilities."
Her eyes narrowed, a flicker of defiance igniting within her. She refused to accept defeat, even in the face of overwhelming odds. With a surge of determination, she called upon her innate resilience, drawing upon the reservoirs of her ancient magic that remained dormant within her.
As she channeled her energy, a faint glow enveloped her body, like a shimmering shield against the darkness that threatened to consume her. She extended her hand, a torrent of raw power surging forth, aimed directly at Sebastian. But to her dismay, her magic dissipated into thin air before it could reach him, as if swallowed by an unseen force.
Sebastian's laughter intensified, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "Did you truly believe it would be that easy? Did you think your ancient magic could overpower me?" His tone dripped with disdain, reveling in her futile attempt.
Defiance turned to frustration, frustration to desperation. She needed to find a weakness, a flaw in his plan. Her mind raced, piecing together fragments of knowledge, memories of ancient texts and forgotten spells. And then it hit her—a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness.
She closed her eyes, shutting out the world around her. Focusing her thoughts, she tapped into the deepest recesses of her being, drawing upon a forgotten incantation whispered by long-lost ancestors. The words formed on her lips, infused with a resolute determination.
The room trembled as her incantation reverberated through the air. A surge of energy pulsed from her, rippling outward in a wave of raw power. The chains that bound her magic quivered, their ethereal hold weakening with each passing moment.
Sebastian's eyes widened in surprise, his smug facade crumbling. He stumbled backward, momentarily disoriented by the force of her counterattack. The tables had turned, if only for a fleeting moment.
Sensing an opportunity, she seized the chance to act. Summoning every ounce of strength and willpower, she lunged forward, aiming to reclaim her wand and regain control over her destiny. But just as her fingertips grazed the hilt, a surge of dark energy emanated from Sebastian.
A wicked smile curled upon his lips as he pointed his wand at her, uttered a single word—a word that held unimaginable power.
"Imperio."
The air grew heavy with malevolence, and an invisible force seized hold of her, forcing her body to freeze in place. Her eyes suddenly now glowing when the spell hit her body, feeling a weird peace embracing her body.
Sebastian let out a frustrated sigh. "Surely, you have many tricks up your sleeve," he said, stopping right behind her. His head was now placed on top of her shoulder, his breathing touching her ear as he spoke. "But I also know a few old tricks."
Meanwhile, in her mind, she couldn't understand how, even under the Imperius curse, she was able to notice everything around her. However, she couldn't control her body anymore, only the warm and threatening breath of Sebastian on her ear. The sensation was too good, yet it felt so wrong. The spell gave her a peaceful sensation, while her conscience made her fear her surroundings. Her body wasn't hers anymore, but at least she still had her mind.
"Look at me," he demanded in a raspy voice. She slowly turned around to see him, her eyes shining with the curse upon herself. Sebastian smiled, but this was different from any other smile he had made before. It was a victorious smile, a dominant one.
"Sebastian," she managed to whisper. He placed a hand on her cheek, slowly rubbing his thumb on her face. She wanted to move away, but she couldn't. "What are you going to do to me?" His expression changed when she asked that question. She couldn't sense his plans now.
"Get back to the table," he demanded, but she fought the spell. Her body insisted on moving. "No," she said, giving the answer she should have given him three years ago on their first adventure. But suddenly, she was caught by Sebastian's hand around her throat, squeezing it just a little. "Get back to the table," he repeated slowly to her. Her body moved towards the table, and she sat on top of it.
She gasped for air as Sebastian let go of her throat, his hand now gently rubbing the spot where he had just held her. "You don't have a choice in this," he said, his voice low and dangerous.
She shook her head, trying to clear the fog from her mind. "I'll never be yours," she spat out, her eyes flashing with defiance.
Sebastian's grip tightened on her arm. "You'll learn to obey me," he said, his eyes glinting with a cruel light. "Or you'll suffer the consequences."
She gritted her teeth, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her afraid. "I'll never obey you," she said, her voice trembling with anger.
Sebastian chuckled darkly. "We'll see about that," he said. "For now, I have other plans for you."
He pushed her down onto the table, her body splayed out before him. She tried to resist, but the imperius curse was too strong. She was powerless to stop him as he began to trace his fingers over her body, starting on her chest and then move slowly down her belly. A cruel smile appeared on his lips.
She closed her eyes, trying to block out the sensations, but it was no use. She was trapped, a prisoner in her own body, forced to endure Sebastian's unwanted advances.
He had her trapped, pinned against the table, his arms forming a barricade on either side of her trembling body. She fought to maintain her composure, her legs pressed tightly together, attempting to create a barrier against his advances. But his persistence was unyielding.
Leaning in, he traced a path with his lips, trailing delicate kisses along the warm skin of her neck to her chin. Each touch sent ripples of sensation through her, causing her to writhe involuntarily. His arrogant chuckle reverberated against her now sensitized flesh, stoking the fire of desire within her.
Sebastian, attuned to her body's reactions, swiftly discerned her feeble attempt at resistance. With a knowing smirk, he remedied the situation without the need for his hands. "Spread your legs," he commanded, his voice a velvet rasp against her heck, close to her ear. In response, her traitorous body obeyed, granting him access to the intimate space between her thighs. The room filled with the sounds of their mingled breaths and her whispered whimpers.
"Sebastian…" she pleaded once more, her voice a plea tinged with a mixture of desperation and hope. Her words hung in the air as his fingers traced a tantalizing path along her waist, descending down her leg, making her gasp at his touch. The fabric of her skirt, a cruel accomplice to her misfortune, offered little resistance as his finger tips journeyed toward her bare skin. Each inch of progress elicited a shudder and a sigh from her quivering form.
A feigned concern danced in his eyes as he feigned ignorance to her escalating arousal. "What's the matter?" he inquired, his voice dripping with false sympathy. "Is it too overwhelming for you already?" he whispered into her ear, his breath teasing against her delicate lobe. Her breaths grew louder, more ragged. He invoked her name, a calculated maneuver to reclaim her attention. "I asked you a question," he murmured, his thumb grazing her exposed skin with a painfully slow deliberation. She instinctively turned her face away, seeking to evade his proximity, while simultaneously responding to his inquiry with a voice laced with a unique blend of longing and protest. It was a tone that only fueled Sebastian's sadistic pleasure, coaxing a wicked smile to form on his lips.
"I cannot… please," she implored, her voice barely a whisper, laden with a mixture of defiance and desperation. However, Sebastian's unrestrained hand seized her chin, forcing her back into his grasp. "This is my first--," she murmured, her voice tinged with resignation.
His fingers traced up her skin, tantalizingly slow, and then he pulled up the fabric of her skirt. Her heart raced as he reached her thighs. She was so lost in his touch that she didn't even notice him pulling out his wand. His biting and licking on her neck left red marks and bruises, and she couldn't resist the pleasure it brought her.
With a swift motion, the tip of the wand pointed towards her skirt and a ripping sound filled the room, accompanied by a gasp from her as she felt her clothing tearing apart on its own. "Seems your attire won't be much of a defense this time," whispered Sebastian with a sly grin.
He scrutinized her body, his mind contemplating his next move, until his gaze fixated on her eyes. "Do you want to hear something intriguing about the Imperius Curse?" he remarked, his hand gripping her thigh tightly, causing her to flinch from the sudden strength of his grip. "I can make you say whatever I want..." Her cheeks flushed with fear, and a look of apprehension washed over her face. "Wait, Sebastian!" she exclaimed, attempting to raise her voice, knowing he was about to make her speak against her will, but he silenced her by placing his hand over her mouth. "Shhh… there," she whimpered, attempting to pry his hand away from her mouth. "Calm down," he whispered, his tone so intimate and tranquil that it brought tears to her eyes. "I simply want you to look at me and beg for my forgiveness," he demanded, and she looked bewildered. "You know what I'm referring to." He removed his hand from her mouth and then placed it on her cheek.
His other hand began to slip beneath her blouse, but she promptly halted him with her voice. "I'm sorry…" she whispered, causing him to redirect his gaze back to her eyes while his fingers lingered on the warm skin of her stomach. "I'm listening," he stated, still desiring a more sincere apology. "I'm sorry for… betraying you," she whispered, avoiding his gaze. "For what? I didn't hear you," he taunted, resuming his movements. "I'm sorry, Sebastian! I shouldn't have betrayed you!" she shouted, and he abruptly ceased, allowing her to exhale and feel a sense of relief as he withdrew from her. "Good girl," he whispered.
"But you see," he continued, his tone almost conversational, "I don't just want you to say sorry. I want you to mean it. And to show me just how sorry you are."
Her heart rate quickened as she realized the true nature of his intentions. She tried to push him away, to fight back against his advances, but he was too strong. His hand covered her mouth once more, muffling her protests as he leaned in even closer.
"Let me show you what it really means to be sorry," he whispered, his free hand sliding up her blouse and tracing the curves of her body.
She whimpered, feeling trapped and helpless in his grip. But despite her fear and confusion, a small part of her couldn't help but feel a growing sense of excitement at his words. She knew it was wrong, that she shouldn't be enjoying this, but she couldn't help the way her body was responding to his touch.
And as he continued to dominate her, to make her feel things she had never felt before, she knew that she was his. Completely and utterly his, and that there was nothing she could do to resist him.
With a sly grin, Sebastian waved his wand, causing her blouse to rip apart, exposing her bare chest. He took a moment to appreciate the sight before him, relishing in her vulnerability. "Seems you made a poor choice today by not wearing a bra," he murmured in a deep, seductive voice. She didn't resist this time, which intrigued him. "Oh, how I adore it when you cease to run away," he taunted, but she paid no attention, trying to ignore is glare. He rolled his eyes, growing impatient. "Very well, if you insist on playing hard to get…"
He forced her gaze to meet his, their eyes locking intensely. "I would be delighted to hear you beg me to fuck you," he stated, and the curse took hold of her voice, knowing exactly what he desired.
"No…" she began, only to speak again, her voice now laced with desperation, "Please, Sebastian--" Her words were cut short as his fingers traced a path back down her thighs, lingering at the edge of her panties. "Go on, I'm all ears," he prompted, a wicked gleam in his eyes. She attempted to speak, the words barely a whisper, "Do it…" she pleaded, but he feigned ignorance, making her intentions clearer. Slowly, his hands eased her panties down her legs, exposing her most intimate self. "Fuck me…" she uttered, her voice filled with a mix of desire and defiance. "What was that?" he teased, his fingers now tracing along her inner thigh. "Fuck me!" she shouted, her voice echoing through the room. His smile grew wider, relishing in the power he held over her. "How do you want me to fuck you?" he inquired, his voice dripping with anticipation.
"I don't care," she retorted swiftly, her voice filled with urgency as the curse made her be honest. "Just get it over with." He chuckled, finding amusement in her impatience, and his fingers delved into the wetness between her legs, eliciting a sharp intake of breath as she bit her lip to stifle a moan. "I've barely touched you, and you're already a mess," he teased, taking pleasure in her vulnerable state. She glared at him with a mix of desperation and anger, but he merely shook his head with a smile. Using two fingers, he gently parted the lips of her throbbing sex, then began to caress her clit in slow, tantalizing circles, causing her legs to involuntarily close in response.
"Hey, I never gave you permission to close your legs," he commanded, spreading her trembling limbs wide open once again as her pleas and whimpers escaped from her trembling lips. "Stop fighting it..." She ceased her struggling when one of his fingers entered slowly inside her warm insides.
Moans of pleasure escaped her lips in tandem with each thrust of his fingers, a seductive rhythm that drove her wild. His gaze fixated on every nuance of her face, relishing in the symphony of expressions that played upon her features. The sound of his ragged breath tickled her neck, sending shivers down her spine. Each penetration of his fingers elicited a delightful squirm from her, her body surrendering to his skilled touch. Feeling how his finger went in and then out with a painful slow motion, along with the waves of pleasure each time his thumb pressed her clit.
As she attempted to utter words once more, he swiftly silenced her with a cocky smile, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss, surprising her... but she just closed her eyes, the softness of his lips felt even better than the imperious curse. The warmth of their mouths melded together, and through the exchange of breath, soft whimpers escaped, blending with the fervent exchange. While his thumb continued its slow dance upon her sensitive clit, his finger explored the depths of her being with an achingly slow tempo, a tempting tease that heightened her desire. She could feel the mischievous curve of his lips against hers, his teeth gently biting at her lower lip, making her open her open her mouth, letting his tongue meet with hers, all while her head rested upon the cool surface of the table, her tousled hair framing her face in disarray. Aware of her unrestrained arms, a surge of hope surged within her, and she attempted to push him away, but the allure of the curse whispered in her ear, questioning her resistance. The pleasure he bestowed upon her was too intoxicating to deny.
A smirk danced upon his lips as he acknowledged her futile struggle. He paused the kiss, leaning back as a thin thread of saliva was the only thing that connect their mouths "Oh, how could I forget about that?" he remarked, observing her futile attempt to repel him. With a swift motion, he seized her wrists with the hand that had been orchestrating her pleasure, leaving her with a hollow ache as his finger abruptly withdrew. Resistance proved futile as he retrieved his wand, its tip gliding sensually along her leg, grazing her skin with tantalizing precision. From her leg to her waist, the wand traced a path of anticipation, then moved with a delicate shift to her belly, until finally, it pointed directly at her wrists. The words poised to escape his lips were familiar to her, their implications heavy with restraint. His fingers brushed against her wrists, now imbued with the wetness of her arousal, as he whispered, "Incarcerous." In an instant, a rope materialized, skillfully binding her wrists together. He guided her bound wrists to rest behind his head, drawing him closer to her, heightening the intimacy of their connection.
He reclined against the velvety expanse of her collarbone, his lips tracing a trail of fervent kisses along the slopes of her breasts. Her hands clenched the fabric of his shirt collar, her grip desperate yet filled with a longing that mirrored his own. A flicker of mischief danced in his eyes as he dipped his hand between her trembling thighs, fingers grazing the delicate flesh.
With a deliberate slowness, he penetrated her depths with two fingers, luxuriating in the sensation of her slick warmth enveloping him. Each movement was a carefully choreographed symphony of pleasure, orchestrated by the rising cadence of her ragged breaths. He curled his fingers inside her, angling them to elicit a gasp of pleasure, while his thumb caressed her swollen nub with a tantalizing rhythm.
The resounding symphony of her moans reverberated through the room, a testament to the electric current that pulsed between them. He relished the raw power he held over her, each stroke of his fingers evoking a crescendo of desire. Just as her climax drew near, he abruptly ceased his ministrations, savoring the exquisite frustration etched across her face.
A few seconds of maddening stillness hung in the air, teasing the edge of her yearning. And then, like a maestro returning to his opus, he resumed his movements, expertly navigating the contours of her pleasure. With each calculated pause, he reveled in the plea that escaped her lips, an intoxicating melody of need and surrender.
"Why..." she breathed, her voice laced with a mixture of confusion and desire. "Why are you doing this?" Sebastian halted his kisses, his gaze locking with hers, their lips a hair's breadth apart. A mischievous smile played upon his mouth as his warm breath mingled with hers.
"Do you mean why I deny you release before the pinnacle of pleasure, or why we find ourselves entangled in this intricate dance?" His voice was a seductive murmur, an invitation to delve deeper into the realms of their shared desire.
"I... I thought you said you wanted to torment me... to hear me scream," she murmured with innocence, prompting a chuckle from him. "Oh, I do want to torment you," he replied, his fingers delving deeper into her, moving with deliberate grace. "So... so intensely." Her back arched, and a sensual moan escaped her lips, tempting him to take her right then and there. "We're only just beginning," he paused for a few seconds, sensing her imminent climax. "I could prolong your pleasure each time you approach the edge..." His voice barely reached her ears amidst her pleas and whimpers. "But since I'm a gentleman... I'll allow you to choose your torment." Withdrawing his fingers, he moved her wrists away from his neck. Stepping back, she watched him in confusion, only causing her expression quickly transform from uncertain to a mixture of surprise and flustered anticipation as he removed his shirt. Now she beheld the body of the one about to consume her, covered with battle scars and freckles. Sweat already glistened on his skin, causing her to instinctively close her legs once more. She felt too vulnerable, too insignificant, too easily manipulated.
Drawing near, he placed his hand gently on her cheek. His expression evoked a disconcerting sense of wrongness, his desires felt tainted, and she never imagined him like this, not even once... and she was certain he hadn't either. Yet, as his thumb tenderly brushed her cheek with care and attentiveness, she couldn't help but become lost in that mix of ambition and determination reflected in his eyes. His caring countenance abruptly turned cold, reminding her of the reality that she was still ensnared by the imperious curse, still yielding to his will, still trapped with a murderer.
"Turn around and lay yourself on the table," he commanded, and this time her body yielded without resistance, as if under the sway of a new master. "Good girl," his words sent shivers coursing through her entire being. "Since someone is so eager to discover how I shall torment them..." He trailed his hand along the skin of her back, gradually descending. "Let's embark on the enjoyment right away." His hands came to a halt on her buttocks. Swiftly, she discerned what would happen next, snapping out of her trance. She looked over her shoulder, only to see him raising his hand. "S-Sebastian! Wait! Please!" The resounding slap filled the air, accompanied by a sharp gasp, reddening her cheek. "Fuck... you have no idea how much I longed to do this since the day they took me to Azkaban," he whispered, before another slap abruptly cut her off.
The exquisite pain electrified her senses, each contact of his hand against her skin sending tremors through her legs. "Not so powerful now, are you?" he whispered, surprising her with another slap. "Without your precious ancient magic... I wonder where that witch everyone idolizes has gone." His name escaped her lips as the next slap landed on her other cheek. "For here I stand, staring at her... so small... so weak." She bit her lip, suppressing another moan. "So exquisitely obedient," he finally remarked, delivering another slap that resounded in the room, yet she managed to remain silent. He raised an eyebrow, observing her, then smiled. "Ah, so you still put up a fight," he said, striking her once more, but even as her legs trembled, she refused to make a sound. "Even if I can't fight..." She whispered, turning her gaze to him. "I won't let you have me so easily, Sebastian
"Very well," he responded calmly. Then, his gaze shifted to her tightly closed legs, and a slow chuckle escaped him. "I'm starting to think you enjoy having me command you to open your legs." Her cheeks flushed as the imperious curse obeyed Sebastian's desire. Merlin's beard, she couldn't fathom why she felt even more nervous now. Despite already being penetrated and slapped, this position, presenting her red and sore cheeks to him, felt unbearably intimate. She sensed him lean closer between her spread legs once again, and instinctively, her gaze met his. However, he seized her hair and forced her face away, towards the wall in front of her, pressing her head against the wooden table. His other hand gradually moved from her legs to her inner thigh, discovering her profound wetness, with her juices starting to trickle down her trembling limbs. "Oh, darling... Are you that desperate for me to claim your virginity?" Her gasp at his words elicited a lip-biting response from him. Now in such close proximity to her body, she startled slightly as she felt something hard pressing against her throbbing center. Her heartbeat quickened as the sound of something unzipping reached her ears.
"Do you recall when I granted you the choice of your torment?" His voice resonated with a deep, urgent rasp. It was clear that a mere nod wouldn't satisfy him; he needed to hear her answer. And so, she nodded, seeking that intoxicating sense of pain, and it was delivered. His palm collided with her already tender skin, and this time, she didn't suppress her moan. "Oh, my..." Genuine surprise laced his tone. "Seems someone has embraced her rightful place... What prompted such a swift change of heart?"
She attributed it to the imperious curse—or at least, that's what she tried to convince herself. Deep down, both she and he knew that the curse had become superfluous; her body and mind had willingly surrendered to him. But she fought, not to liberate herself from this predicament, but rather because the sensation of him exerting control over her, dictating her every action, felt exquisitely intense. "Regardless," he continued, his victory evident in his smile. "As I was saying... I'll grant you the choice. Shall I continue denying your orgasms until you climax on my cock?—" He paused, his hands exploring her form, squeezing her breasts, teasing her nipples. "Or are you eager to discover how many times I can make you come?" He whispered into her ear. Her breaths echoed throughout the room as he awaited her response, her embarrassment palpable. But the imperious curse quelled her hesitation. "Well? I'm waiting... Or would you like to experience both scenarios?" Sebastian chuckled as the curse compelled her to vocalize her inner thoughts. "I... desire to witness how many times you can make me come... I need you to fuck me, Sebastian."
Magic truly was a wondrous thing. Her candid words slipped effortlessly from her lips, despite her attempt to conceal her flushed embarrassment. He required no further encouragement. She gasped when, this time, three of his fingers slowly entered her, the warmth of her depths meeting his touch once more, offering a mixture of painful relief and utter satisfaction. She bit her lip as he skillfully guided his fingers in and out of her wetness. She yearned to gaze into his eyes, but he forced her to avert her gaze, pressing her head against the table. Her moans intensified as his movements quickened and delved deeper. "Merlin... If only I could listen to those sounds every day..." He whispered, intoxicated by the symphony of her pleasure.
She surrendered herself completely, her eyes shut tight, her lips brushing against the table's surface. Sebastian had found the perfect rhythm, his fingers hitting that sweet spot deep inside her. A fervent desire coursed through her, urging her to break free from the confines of the rope binding her wrists. She longed to feel his touch, to grasp him, to witness the emotions playing across his face at this very moment.
"Please... Sebastian," she pleaded, her words catching his attention. But he didn't cease his thrusts; instead, he intensified his movements, pushing her further towards the edge. "Sebastian..." she called again, yet he delivered another forceful thrust, denying her plea. His voice carried a frigid edge, laced with a hint of mercy. She swallowed, gathering her courage, before she could beg him to grant her a glimpse of his expression.
But as she spoke, a searing heat began to radiate from the depths of her womb, spreading downward between her legs. She grew closer to the peak of pleasure, her walls constricting around Sebastian's fingers. Her moans betrayed her, inflating Sebastian's ego. He turned her face to meet his gaze, delicately brushing away strands of hair that clung to her damp skin. He sought to capture every nuance of her expression in this pivotal moment. He didn't need to ask if she was nearing her climax; he could feel it, and she herself felt an unusual sensation, a mix of bliss and urgency that compelled her to act.
In the next few seconds, her moans filled the room, a symphony of ecstasy mingled with her desperate pleas. "I... I can't," she gasped, her voice fraught with a strange unease. "Sebastian, something feels off... wait, please," she implored, her words teetering on the edge of an admission she could no longer hold back. "I think I need to...," she trailed off, interrupted by Sebastian's hand placed firmly over her mouth, a sly smirk adorning his face. "Now, now... just let go," he coaxed, his voice coaxing her body to surrender completely. "Come for me... I want to hear you, every raw, uninhibited sound," he whispered, his encouragement fueling her release.
Her body quivered uncontrollably as waves of pleasure washed over her, flooding her senses. Her whimpering cries subsided, giving way to a deep, soulful release that consumed her entirely. She felt the warmth spreading, drenching her thighs and legs. Sebastian merely chuckled, withdrawing his fingers, while she struggled to steady her breath, her gaze averted from his penetrating gaze.
"I must admit... I anticipated you would derive pleasure from this encounter, but I never expected such a fervent response," he remarked, a smug smile gracing his lips as she turned her attention away, unable to meet his gaze.
Just as she felt the rekindling of energy coursing through her body, Sebastian seized her by the waist and forcefully pulled her closer to him. This was far from over, and deep down, she knew it. After all, she had implored him to continue making her succumb to waves of pleasure, and he wasn't one to trifle with such requests. The next few minutes unfolded like a tantalizing dance between ecstasy and torment. He skillfully teased her most sensitive regions, coaxing one orgasm after another, each release more exquisite than the last.
While her senses soared on the wings of pleasure, Sebastian himself held back, grappling with the torment of his throbbing desire. He yearned to savor her completely, to claim her in a way that transcended the realms of mere physicality. As she lay there, breathless and drenched in perspiration, he pondered the threshold of their shared passion.
"I can't take it any longer!," she pleaded with Sebastian, her voice heavy with a mixture of exhaustion and longing. Yet, her words fell upon deaf ears as he seized her once again, defying her pleas, and positioned her atop the table, her back pressed against the unyielding wood.
At this point, even her ancient magic stirred, a feeble attempt to aid its wielder, but the ethereal chain encircling her waist rendered her powerless, its cold touch a constant reminder of her captivity. "I regret to hear your distress," Sebastian retorted, his eyes gleaming with a blend of mischief and revenge. With a flick of his wand, he revealed his intentions. "But my retribution is far from complete, and you shall endure it," he declared, his gaze fixed upon her womb. He pressed the tip of his wand against her, uttering an incantation too faint for her ears to discern.
Suddenly, an electrifying surge of warmth coursed through her, leaving her trembling and apprehensive. Fear etched across her face as she scrutinized Sebastian's wand. "What have you done to me?" she demanded, her voice trembling with a mixture of anxiety and anger. "You will see," he responded swiftly, forcibly turning her back around to face the table's surface once more.
With a tantalizing display of dominance, Sebastian allowed his pants to slide down his legs, revealing his hardened desire. In a wicked twist of fate, her legs parted eagerly, as if driven by an unseen force, drawing a chuckle from his lips. She remained blind to his actions, her senses heightened with anticipation, until she felt an unfamiliar presence at the apex of her thighs. It was neither his fingers nor his tongue that greeted her, but a pulsating intensity that left her breathless.
A surge of adrenaline coursed through her veins as Sebastian plunged his cock deep inside her, igniting a symphony of pleasure and pain that erupted in a fervent cry of his name. He held her head firmly against the table, keeping her at his mercy, while tears cascaded down her cheeks. His feigned concern was laced with sadistic amusement as he inquired, "Is it too much for you?" Yet, despite the overwhelming sensation, she managed to summon a whispered confession, "It's too big." Sebastian's smirk deepened, savoring the power he held over her vulnerability.
Part of him yearned to prolong the exquisite torment, to revel in her quivering need, but the hunger for fulfillment drove him forward. With deliberate, agonizing slowness, he began to move, each thrust a calculated symphony of pleasure and discomfort. His groans mingled with her intoxicating moans, their union a testament to the intoxicating blend of pain and pleasure. The tightness of her walls constricted around him, intensifying his own primal urges, urging him to push deeper, to claim her completely.
The room became a sanctuary of their forbidden desires, as Sebastian reveled in the sweetest symphony he had ever heard—her melodic moans. Triumph surged through his veins, knowing he was the first to possess her, and he intended to be the last. His teeth sank into his lower lip, suppressing the primal urges that threatened to consume him entirely. Each thrust of his hips became a declaration of dominance.
Every thrust sent delicious shivers coursing through her body, causing her to writhe with pleasure. In a moment of astonishment, she realized her wrists were no longer bound. Sebastian hastily broke the spell of the rope, urgently spinning her around until her back once again met the table. Her legs found their place on his shoulders as he continued his relentless penetration. Leaning in, he captured her lips with a hunger that mirrored their shared desire, and she surrendered to the intoxication of their kiss, her arms finding solace around his neck.
An exquisite ache reverberated through her as the tip of his cock grazed a tender spot, and in response, she raked her nails along his back, a feeble attempt to temper the explosive pleasure that consumed her. One of his hands tenderly caressed her face before descending to her breasts. Despite the stark contrast in their size and strength, the intimacy they shared felt nothing short of heavenly.
Amidst Sebastian's groans resonating in her ears, an unintended confession slipped from her lips. "I love you." The sudden halt in his movements sparked an uneasy sensation within her, as if she had crossed a forbidden boundary. "I... I'm sorry," she stammered, her body silently pleading for him to resume their passionate connection. "Say it again," Sebastian whispered, resuming his thrusts with renewed fervor, eliciting moans of pleasure from her lips. "Go on," he urged, his whispers dripping with temptation. "I love you," she repeated, her breathing growing labored as waves of pleasure washed over her. To her surprise, Sebastian savored her declaration, relishing in the raw vulnerability she displayed. "Tell me more," he entreated, his warm breath caressing her ear. "Please... let me hear you." His tone held a mixture of longing and sadness. Biting her lip, she obliged, her voice trembling, "I missed you... so much."
In that moment, he seemed to possess an intimate understanding of her desires, effortlessly guiding her deeper into the indescribable realm of lust that coursed through her veins. "I needed you so bad," Sebastian confessed, prompting her to hold him even tighter, desperate to bridge the distance between them. "I know," she whispered in response, their words forging an unbreakable bond. Suddenly, the scorching heat intensified, signaling her impending release, and Sebastian was keenly aware of it. With each thrust, he pushed himself deeper, but her hand on his chest implored him to ease his pace.
"Sebastian... we must stop," she uttered, her voice laced with a mixture of urgency and yearning. He sighed, his gaze fixed on her, exhaustion and hurt etched upon his features. "Why?" he queried, the tone betraying a sense of weariness. "Because... you," she began, her words interrupted by a moan as she struggled to compose herself. "I'll be pregnant..." Her words, tinged with embarrassment, ignited a chuckle from Sebastian, his favorite sound to hear. "What spell did you think I casted on your womb?" he inquired, expecting her to comprehend the implications. And comprehend she did, her cheeks flushing crimson as she nodded in acknowledgment. "You're too adorable, you know?" he whispered, his voice betraying traces of fatigue. "Now, just let go," he nibbled on her ear. "I yearn to fill you with my seed."
Unable to hold back any longer, she succumbed to the tantalizing torture that had built within her, a moan escaping her lips. It wasn't solely the sensation of her release that overtook her, but also the feeling of Sebastian's seeds surging inside her, flooding her with an overwhelming mixture of pleasure and satisfaction. Her entire body trembled as the hot, sticky essence filled her depths, her voice intertwining with his name in a symphony of bliss. In the throes of their mutual climax, Sebastian groaned, succumbing to the torments of his own pleasure.
As their bodies slowly recovered from their ecstatic union, they remained locked in an intimate embrace, their breathing gradually returning to a calm rhythm. The world around them faded into the background, their connection an oasis of shared vulnerability and desire. With whispered words of tenderness and the lingering warmth of their union, they reveled in the aftermath of their passion. As the waves of pleasure subsided, fatigue swept over her like a gentle lullaby. With a contented sigh, she nestled into Sebastian's arms, her eyelids growing heavy as sleep beckoned her. He held her close, his touch tender and protective, his fingers gently caressing her skin. The exhaustion from their intense encounter took its toll, and soon she succumbed to the sweet embrace of slumber.
Hours passed in blissful silence, their intertwined forms finding solace in the peaceful stillness of the night. Sebastian watched over her, his gaze filled with adoration and a touch of concern. He brushed a stray lock of hair away from her face, his fingers tracing the delicate contours of her features, cherishing the serenity that now enveloped her.
As the first rays of dawn peeked through the window, gentle warmth danced upon her face, coaxing her back to consciousness. She slowly blinked her eyes open, her senses gradually awakening to the familiar surroundings. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, she found herself lying on the couch in the Gryffindor common room, just as she had before the arrival of the black owl.
A soft smile curved her lips as memories of the previous night flooded her mind. She turned her head to find Sebastian sitting nearby, his eyes fixed on her with a mix of affection and relief. He had remained faithfully by her side, watching over her as she slumbered, ensuring her safety and comfort.
"Good morning," he whispered, his voice a gentle caress in the tranquil space. "How do you feel?"
Her response came as a languid stretch, her body still tingling from their passionate encounter. "Sore, but in the best possible way," she replied, her voice laced with a hint of confusion. "How did you--" She wanted to know how he managed to took her back into the Gryffindor common room, but she quickly noticed the current situation.
Sebastian chuckled, the sound carrying a mix of tenderness and amusement. "I'm glad to hear that. I was worried I may have been a bit too... intense." Then he saw how the morning was touching the common room. "Don't worry, I will leave soon"
She sat up, her eyes meeting his, filled with genuine worry... Yet she knew he hand all under control "You were perfect, Sebastian. More than I could have ever imagined." It was difficult for her to speak the truth after being soo long under he imperious curse.
A warm glow suffused his features, and he reached out to gently brush his fingers against her cheek. "You mean the world to me, you know that, right?" Her expression changed to a confused one.
"But I though you hated me" She whispered as her hand touched his. He chuckled and sighted. "I did... but then I started to understand I crossed a line... after I taught you crucio, after I manipulated you and Ominis to look the cure for Anne... after I killed my uncle" Her heart swelled with affection, a sense of belonging washing over her. "Everyone misses you... Even Ominis" she whispered, her voice brimming with emotion.
Sebastian leaned in, capturing her lips in a soft, lingering kiss, a testament to the connection they had forged. As they pulled apart, he rested his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling.
"Rest now," he murmured. "We have a lifetime of adventures ahead of us."
With a contented sigh, she nestled back into his embrace, her head resting against his chest. As she closed her eyes, she knew she was safe and loved, and in Sebastian's arms, she had found her sanctuary. Together, they drifted into a peaceful slumber, ready to face whatever the future held, united in their love and the magic they shared.
#sebastian sallow smut#harry potter#sebastian sallow#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts#sebastian x mc#sebastian sallow x you#sebastian sallow x reader#sebastian sallow x mc#hogwarts legacy x reader#hogwarts legacy x you#hogwarts legacy x mc#hogwarts legacy fanfic#Hogwarts Legacy fanfiction#sebastian sallow fic
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Evil grows in the dark and heroes bloom in the light
This idea feels more of an AU than a possibility of this happening in the SCU but it is fun to write/draw nonetheless.
This idea is inspired by the Sonic Fleetway comics, tangled, and Lion King 2: Simba’s Pride.
(I made this before I knew if Jim Carry was returning as Eggman in any future installment, just to let you know)
After the events of the third movie, Eggman is defeated once again this time at the cost of his life. Agent Stone is devastated at the loss of HIS doctor and wants vengeance against Sonic and his friends. Unfortunately, he would have to bide his time and lay low until the heat died down. With the ultimate weapon loss, he scavenges G.U.N base one last time in search of anything from Eggman or the government to use against Sonic in the future.
During the search, Stone discovers a brown hedgehog in a cryo-chamber similar to the one Shadow was found in. After looking into some files, he learns the subject, Project Rose seems to be a failed attempt at re-creating a more docile version of Project Shadow (to control better) years after Shadow was deemed too dangerous. At first, Stone was appalled by the idea of using another alien mutant to progress his plans for revenge, it hadn’t worked out the last two times! Not having a lot of options he took his chance with this creature, deciding that he would play his cards carefully this time and dispose of the beast as soon as possible if necessary.
Months later, Agent Stone, discovered like Shadow she has a connection to chaos energy, though a lot weaker and more unstable. Similar to when his doctor wielded the master emerald power, she can create anything from the material she’s offered. She also has supernatural strength, enhanced athletic/acrobatic, an unexplainable sixth sense, and cloaking abilities.
The only downside is that her powers are more limited compared to Shadow or Sonic and even seem to put a lot of strain on her body. He predicts that her body will expire in a matter of months or a year at best. Not that he cared as long as he got his revenge on Sonic, she would be one less problem to deal with once he was done, anyway.
Since Agent Stone doesn’t have the vast intelligence of his beloved doctor he settles with using Amy to create complex machinery. By night he causes trouble for Sonic heroes making sure they never forget the doctor (the team doesn’t know Agent Stone is the one causing trouble). By day he brings back material and blueprints he managed to scavenge during his nightly ventures.
Each day, Rose would create machinery, and weapons, unbeknownst to her that aided him in his conquest to destroy the blue pest and his friends. Unfortunately, for him, despite having many of the doctor's glorious blueprints and plans at hand, none have come close to destroying his foes.
Rose could easily see Mr. Stone’s frustration whenever he returned from his “night job”. Wanting to cheer her guardian up, she decided to sneak out and gather some material to make Mr. Stone happy. Rose, never having been outside, is quickly enamored by the luscious forest and flowers. So much so that she didn’t notice a blue blue until he was right on top of her.
Stone had relocated his base Of operation from the coffee shop to the depth of the forest of Greenhills. so it was a matter of time before Rose was at the “wrong” place at the “wrong” time resulting in her encountering the blue blur.
After untangling themselves they get a good look at each other and both are shocked. Sonic was in shock due to meeting another hedgehog who had hunted familiar eyes, leaving him gawking at the girl like an idiot. While Rose is shocked to meet another creature like herself but with such beautiful quills. Rose is quick to excitedly shoot questions out to the shell-shocked hedgehog. Before Rose could get a response from the blue hedgehog she sensed Agent Stone returning to the base so cut the meeting short. She quickly grabbed one of the daisies she dropped early and suggested they meet here again sometime to get to know each other better. Again before Sonic can respond the hedgehog girl disappears before his eyes (literally).
Upon returning to the base Rose decides to keep her meeting with the mysterious blue hedgehog secret for now, not wanting to get in trouble for sneaking out. She didn’t think a two-petal daisy would cheer up Mr. Stone or make up for running off. Things progress like usual with Mr. Stone, bringing in material and blueprints of bots to practice her creation ability. The session goes on like any other until Rose’s mind can’t help but wander back to the blue hedgehog. And unbeknownst to her it influences her powers to create the head of a metallic blue hedgehog head instead of a plain android like the blueprint. Noticing her mistake, roast quickly tries to apologize and explain herself though Stone calmly brushes it off. Stone smiles at Rose for the first time in a while (if ever) and tells her that she is on to something and this may be her best work yet. So before Rose could exhaust herself for today, he excused her from their session for today and sent Rose to her room.
Behind closed doors, Agent Stone was a bit furious that the insolent creature had shown its first sign of disobedience and interacted with the blue menace nonetheless! But that didn’t matter for now her day would be numbered soon enough. Now he had the perfect plan to destroy that hedgehog in the best way possible thanks to his little rose. He would build that robot in that blue rat likeness, using any information gathered from Rose and Sonic’s meetings ( assuming the ungrateful girl will sneak off to see the blue rat again). Then when the sonic bond with the rose reaches its highest stone it would tear it away from him(just as Sonic did to him) using Sonic's image. Then his friends and family before lastly the blue hedgehog who would most likely be more than broken when Stone strikes the final blow.
Unfortunately for Stone, his plans don’t go exactly as planned. With each meeting, sonic and Rose's bond grows stronger, and Rose learns and grows. Through Sonic she learns what real healthy love (familial, platonic, and romantic) looks like which eventually helps her realize something up with Mr. Stone. Sadly by the time she comes to this conclusion, Stone has initiated his plans leaving Sonic to believe that she betrayed him. Wanting to right this wrong Rose lends her aid to team Sonic to defeat the metal monster of her creation. With the chaos emeralds and Rose's help, they were able to defeat Metal Sonic and Agent Stone, but at the cost of Rose's life. The battle she had put herself through, pushed her body to the limit, exhausting all the chaos energy that was meant to keep her alive and stable. Devastated sonic kneels down to his rose, holding her close begging, her to wake up. Stone takes satisfaction in the fact that despite his failure he had given Sonic a taste of how he felt when he took his doctor away.
As Agent Stone is taken in by the G.U.N agents Sonic pays them no mind as he desperately tries to offer up as much chaos energy to Rose’s body in hopes of reviving her. It seemingly has some effect on the hedgehog girl as her quills go from brown to pink and when her eyes eventually open they are a bolder green compared to his own.
Bonus context:
Agent Stone is the type of man who would take satisfaction in a loss if it means, he leaves his enemy physically or mentally scarred. (in the IDW pre-quill comic. He was pretty intimidating so I wanted to go to extra step). he doesn’t care about ruling the world like Eggman (nothing matters if Eggman can’t be the one on top in the end). He just wants to hurt Sonic and his friends/family as much as he can.
In the beginning, Sonic keeps his meeting between him and Rose secret for selfish reasons. Sonic loved his brothers but sometimes he wanted some things or someone to himself (sonic still adjusting to sharing with his brothers). After the ordeal with Shadow, sonic also wanted some semblance of peace or escapism from the trauma. It isn’t until Sonic starts to notice that Rose’s home life might not be so great that Sonic starts to get his brothers and parents involved. Because of this sonic still feels guilty that he could’ve done something sooner.
After watching Disney’s Tangled with the Wachowskis, Amy teasingly calls Sonic her Rapunzel while Sonic insists that it’s the other way around.
Agent Stone is basically mother Gothel to Rose, so she has experienced a lot of gaslighting and guilt-tripping from Stone.
Rose takes up the name Amy as her first name a few months after she leaves Stone's custody. Despite her name coming from a dark place (Project Rose) she wants to keep it while adding something new to it representing the start of her new life as Amy Rose.
Sonic thinks Amy looks beautiful before and after her transformation.
After spending some time at the Wackowski‘s recovering, Amy takes off on her own leaving a note to Sonic explaining how she is going to explore the world for herself and promising that they’ll meet again. Sonic is a bit sad at first but lightens up in the hopes of meeting her again.
If Shadow is still alive and crosses paths with Amy, he would consider her his little sister and do anything to protect her after learning about her connection to him.
Agent Stone would be on Shadow’s kill list after finding out what that man put his sister through.
Shadow would probably gatekeep Amy from Sonic.
#amy rose#sonamy#sonic movie 3#movie amy rose#sonic the hedgehog#procreate#shadow the hedgehog#sonic movie 2#agent stone#doctor eggman#sonic movie au
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I LOVED what you wrote for the dutch's daughter!reader fic.
I know you said you wanted a bit of variety in the requests, so you can ignore this one for a little while if you want.
Would you be able to expand on their relationship a bit more, and maybe do a scenario where the reader is washing up away from camp, perhaps at Flat Iron Lake (when they moved camp to Clemen's Point) in the evening, and Arthur "stumbles" upon her (he was lowkey watching her), joins her, and fucks her whilst suspended in the water.
After they finish, he has to duck down behind her because Dutch walks up to check on her since she was taking a long time, and they nearly get caught.
Getting caught stirred Arthur on more, and after Dutch walks off, he has to take her again because he has such an adrenaline rush :)'''
The Passion Of Lovers (Part 2)
(Arthur Morgan x Dutch’s Daughter!Reader Smut)
Warnings: smut
In spite of your father’s imperiousness, you sought cracked pleasures. There was only so much contentment money could bring, and your other needs began to come into question. Being surveilled in camp 24/7 turned you into quite the sly individual, that combined with the fact that you were Dutch’s daughter, and you could witness firsthand his own connivingness. You in turn became very skilled at sneaking and lying; an inherited sixth sense that would backfire on Dutch time and time again. Your humor attracted the lucky bad type, never quite breaking your heart in the process. You were meticulously careful in all your sordid affairs, making sure your father knew not too much; and knew exactly what you wanted him to know. Though you never did view your relationship with Arthur as something to be ashamed of or worth hiding; in fact, the chances of anyone else in camp besides your father finding your relationship to be disreputable were extremely low. But the two of you were smart enough to know that if you had decided to confide in your most trusted peers, it would somehow, inevitably get back to Dutch.
You didn’t even want to ponder on the possibility of what would happen if your father found out. There’d be a strange rift in camp; like a burdensome wrinkle that you can’t quite iron out no matter how many times you go over it, no matter how much heat you apply. The tension would be palpable; would Dutch argue with Arthur? Would he force him to break up with you? If so, would he change his mind once he saw how ruined you were because of it? Part of you felt a sick satisfaction out of imagining your father’s guilty face once he saw how heartbroken you were. A pleasure in pain.
Your mornings begun fairly early; you’d awake at around 5 AM, a feverish anticipation for the day stirring in your joints as you became restless, giggling quietly to yourself as to not wake your father, as you imagined yourself venturing off into town with Arthur in an impromptu date, or sneaking a kiss or two just outside camp out of the view of any watch guards. Subtly pushing up against one another, blowing each other's circuitry while disguising it with the confusion of blithe laughter and small talk funneled into each other's ears with moist, anticipatory lips. Of course, before drawing any suspicion to yourselves, you’d look off to the side with an idle stare that suggested nothing was happening between you two, that this was entirely casual, that neither of you had meant to have you press your ass up against Arthur’s eager crotch while hurriedly passing each other in a cramped area.
Perhaps your flirtations over time had become imprudent. Caring less and less about keeping them away from camp, finding some sort of exhilaration in the risk that came with doing so in such a widely observable area. Your coquetry bordering on the edge of just enough to keep it safe and fun, and pushing the boundaries of what would fly under Dutch’s radar.
Though like many of your mornings, you began your day by heading towards the campfire to eat some stew. You’d then indulge in a cup of coffee, sipping the drink with an eerie smile on your face while you stared off over Flatiron Lake, something no one would comment on out of politeness. If chance allowed it, you’d sneak over to Arthur’s tent and share a few hurried kisses before anyone else awoke. Though whilst the morning was still breaking in from night, you’d venture into the lake for a quick bath in preparation for the day’s events. You used only the most expensive shampoos and fragrances which you’d use modestly; the scents potent enough for them to last throughout the day. You had hoped the fragrance would absorb into your skin, wanting to smell as though you were some readily edible treat. A treat that Arthur could merely observe behind a viewing glass as long as the two of you were in camp; and if he so much as dared to reach for the confection, his wrist would be slapped away hastily.
You dressed yourself with some of the finest clothing you had picked out yourself provided your father’s money, and by the time you returned to camp from the lake, more than half the camp was bustling with life. You’d greet each member in passing, careful not to put too much interest in your greeting towards Arthur as you stood next to him by the campfire.
“I’m going into town today? Ride with me?” Your question was innocent enough, but the corners of your mouth twitched at the innuendos underlining it. ‘Of course, I ALWAYS wanna ride.’ seemed to be a shared thought between the two of you as you both took a moment to clear your throats.
“Of course, (Name). What errands you running today?” He’d ask.
You’d shrug nonchalantly, unsure of what tribute to your sizable allowance you’d buy this time. “Was thinking of some clothes. Nothing specific in mind but I just wanna look around.” You disguised your burgeoning smile by sipping another mug of coffee you had poured yourself. Arthur nodded before looking off pensively, as if he were going through some mental archive he had of all the clothes he wanted to see you in.
It was routine to walk towards your father’s tent, to inform him of your departure from camp for a few hours to do some errands, and without looking up from whatever book he was engrossed in, unable to see your excitement, he’d beckon Arthur forth, instructing him to accompany you into town. It was only then that he’d look up at Arthur with a threatening gaze, telling him to take good care of you.
And good care he took of you. You weren’t made aware of any leering gazes, as Arthur had effectively scared any men off. He held your arm as you walked, whispering the occasional compliment about how amazing you looked. He’d bury his head in your hair, taking in deep inhales as he reveled in the fragrant scent and softness of your hair.
The occasional stray touch would indicate your excitement; a hand sliding too far up one another’s thighs as if in search of the pulsing heat the other longed for. You and Arthur appraised how well a clothing piece would compliment you. A sensually inquisitive hand would adjust your collar, lingering on your pulse before pulling away, a small brushing of your breast preceding a more firm squeeze, a hand on your back that would impishly slide down to the curve of your ass before delivering a playful spank or clutch.
By the time you two returned to camp, you were concupiscent, at the boiling points of your arousal. Before entering the path towards camp the two of you would swap saliva, hungry tongues exploring as you groped each other ardently. Sometimes coitus was not an option on the table, restrained by the limits of time and curfews. You two would adopt the facade of friends well acquainted simply returning from a day out on the town; walking into camp while your bodies were still in stages of lingering arousal. From where you stood next to Arthur, you’d be able to watch as Arthur gingerly ran his exposed palm over himself and adjusted his pants, his shame and caution taking control over his half-inflated genitals.
You’d continue the rest of your day with chronic arousal, briefly glancing over towards Arthur and granting him a knowing gaze. It said ‘I know you’re dying to touch me right now, and you’ll be able to soon.’
You’d set down whatever book you were reading, gathering your night garbs and expensive soaps and lotions before heading off towards an isolated part of the lake for your second bath of the day; an inviting air surrounding you. Arthur would perk up in his cot, as if someone had suddenly called his name with unbridled urgency. Before long he’d feel excitement stirring in his loins at the thought of watching you bathe, and would feign composure as he sat up in his cot, accentuating just how ‘non-excited’ he was by stretching out his limbs and sighing, before hurriedly walking off towards the woods bordering the lake. He’d loop around the path to make sure no one was watching him, whistling for his horse so no one would question his whereabouts without his horse to follow. He’d tie his steed to a tree trunk, before venturing into the trees himself.
He saw the horizon over the lake, the sky tinged with lavender and dark purple as day transitioned to night. His eyes scanned the lake desperately for signs of your body. He walked along the edge of the woods, eventually spotting your pile of clothes left on a boulder. He traced his eyes up from the pile and towards the lake, where he saw your naked body contrasting against the darkness of the water and the sky. The water blocked him from viewing your pelvis or legs, but your breasts and hardened nipples were in full view, gleaming from the moonlight shining on them. Arthur leaned his back on a nearby tree, as if he were getting comfortable for a show he had traveled various lengths for, finally able to enjoy what he came for.
He watched as you clutched the slippery bar of pink soap in your hand, lathing it over your skin with careful precision as to not drop the bar. As if you were reading Arthur’s mind, you smeared the bar over and in between your breasts, glazing your skin in a soapy film before taking your hands and frothing the suds. You ran your hands down your sides sensually, lifting your legs from the water to lather the skin there too. As you did so, your crotch came into view. Arthur’s chest heaved in excitement, and he began palming his cock through the front of his jeans. The applied pressure caused him to groan silently, and his hands gained a mind of their own as he began unbuckling his belt and undoing the front of his jeans.
Before he could pull his cock out, he made eye contact with you; and rather than being chastised and branded a creep for watching you, you giggled and turned to face him fully from the water.
“Hey, Arthur!” You called from the water. You waved your hands towards you, motioning for him to come to you. “Get in! Water feels real nice!” You waved the soap bar in the air now, suggesting you could give him a cleaning of his own; a cleaning that would more than likely turn into something more.
He held the demeanor of a kid flying down the stairs of his two story home on christmas morning, bee lining towards the gifts under the tree. He stood next to the boulder where your clothes lay, depositing the fabrics hastily behind the rock out of view in the possibility that someone stumbles across you two. You licked your lips in excitement as you watched him undress, drinking in every detail of his body and making a special note of his half erect cock. He dipped his body below the water’s surface to begin soaking his body in preparation for your cleaning. You took him in with open arms, feeling the way his chest vibrated in a satisfied hum as he felt your soapy breasts up against his torso.
“Were you watching meee?” You drew out the syllable playfully, playing with the hair on his chest as you looked up at him. His arms slid under yours and around your waist with ease, pulling you impossibly closer against him. He reveled in the way your breasts pressed and slid against him, and you felt his cock twitch against your thigh.
“Maybe.” He responded humorously.
“Do you want me to clean you?” You raised the bar into view again, waving it.
“As long as you’re touching me, I don’t care what you do woman.” He gave your ass a playful spank as you dipped the bar into the lake water, rubbing your hand on it in a way that made Arthur’s cock twitch once again. Once you produced enough suds, you began rubbing it all over Arthur’s chest and shoulders, working the foam into his skin in hopes he’d smell as good as you. Arthur hummed in delight, thinking nonchalantly about what excuse he’d use when asked why he smelled like you, and he’d claim he had treated himself to some soap, and in his ignorance for what was best, trusted your judgment and ended up buying the same one as you.
You arms massaged his firm muscles in the process, squeezing before moving onto the next fiber group. Your hands moved around towards his back, in awe of the expansive size of his wide set shoulders and formed rhomboid, which you took extra care in massaging. He groaned in satisfaction as your lithe hands pressed against him, and before long you dropped all innocent pretenses, handing the bar of soap to him before gripping the base of his cock, giving it a firm squeeze before stroking it vigorously. Arthur released a sigh of satisfaction, tipping his head back as a string of moans and curses followed.
“I’ve been wanting to do this all day.” You confessed, eyes trained on the way the tip of his cock bobbed with each movement. Your right arm rose and fell in repetitive motions, tugging against his crotch.
"Fuck… what if your dad catches us?" Arthur groaned, leaning his pelvis towards you as if you were pulling him along by his cock. Your dad. The way Arthur referred to him not by Dutch but as your dad added a layer of scandalousness to the situation that made it all the more better.
"Well then, you hide." You answered bluntly, stopping to smother his tip with your thumb. Arthur discarded the thought, lathering up his hands before cupping your breasts and rubbing them thoroughly. The suds sat on your breasts irresistibly, some of them sliding down over the curves and onto the rest of your body. The skin became equally as slippery, and made the movement of your breasts against one another effortless as Arthur pressed them against one another. He ran his thumbs over your nipples in fascination, delivering the occasional slap before going back to squeezing them.
The display was theatrical for Arthur, but you soon grew far too needy. Not to mention the growing urgency of time restraints; your father's apprehensiveness over your well being when you took too long to do certain things drove him to look for you, and even during something as intimate as a bath, he found more reason to search for you given your vulnerable state.
Reaching down you used your fingers to guide his cock into you, making it past the awkward rubbery stage of submerged penetration. All your worries melted away as Arthur speared you on his cock, wrapping your arms around his neck as he bounced you on his pelvis. You threw your heard back in a wanton moan, noticing the beginning of a smattering of stars, but your whole world was soon reduced to hisses and moans, the water of the lake responsive to each thrust, lapping away at your thighs.
You opted to wrapping your legs around Arthur's torso, his hands coming to instinctively cup your ass as he held you up. The movements were hurried, desperate; as though some worldly force would come and ruin this moment for you. You dragged your nails along Arthur back, thin ribbons of blood blossoming forth and leaving a stinging sensation behind for Arthur to revel in. With Arthur supporting your whole weight within his hands and firearms, it allowed you to unwrap your arms from around him and theatrically play with your breasts, making a show of the slippery wet mounds of flesh.
Before long, you came on Arthur's cock, your juices mixing with the lake water. You had to bite down on your thumb to contain any squeals or moans, bracing yourself for Arthur's own release. He gave you a warning grunt, stilling as he emptied himself inside you in a few deep thrusts. As Arthur slid you off and helped you onto your feet, you groaned in satisfaction. Your crotch was a pool of spent pleasure; the slow drip of Arthur's fluid leaving your body feeling like a deep ache inside you that had finally been remedied.
"That was fun." You giggled, leaning up to kiss him. The two of you remained there, bathed in moonlight, sharing a few tender kisses and forgetting yourselves; and the time.
"(Name)!"
"Shit." You whispered between teeth. You allowed each other a moment of shared disbelief; Arthur looking down at you in horror before jumping into action. You dunked him beneath the water behind you, the increasingly nearing sound of leaves and sticks crunching urging you on. You hoped to God Arthur's lung capacity would be in your favor. You yourself had to lower yourself to neck level to avoid having your father look at you stark naked. Thankfully, as he emerged from the woods, he allowed you the decency of shielding his eyes, only daring occasionally to look between the cracks in his fingers to ensure you were okay.
"(Name)! There you are! Are you okay? You've uh.. certainly been taking your time today." He cleared his throat, keeping his eyes on the ground. You followed his eyes down to where they were on the floor, and a cold sense of panic rattled within your rib cage as you realized some of Arthur's clothes were peeking out from around the boulder where your clothes lay.
"I'm okay, Daddy." You said reassuringly, hoping that would be enough for him to leave you alone. You felt a small tap on your calve, indicating Arthur's breath was running out. A sense of anxiety prickled at your skin in a way that made you restlessly snappy.
"Alright well, stews ready. And I left a small gift for you by your tent, and—"
"Okay! Thank you Daddy! Now please let me finish." Your eye twitched in aggravation, thanking the Lord your father couldn't see your face. He bid you farewell, and you watched as his back disappeared into the woods. You waited a few more seconds until he was out of earshot, Arthur's tapping on your leg had now turned into a firm squeeze. You pulled Arthur up by the shoulders, feeling as though Arthur were sucking in a deep breath for the both of you. You both caught your breath, reveling in the success of your veiled debauchery.
“I can’t believe we pulled that off!” You laughed breathlessly, slapping one of Arthur’s pectorals. He nodded and laughed along.
“If Dutch spoke any longer I would’ve drowned.” He took one last deep breath before evening out his breathing. “And uh… it was quite exciting.”
You nodded, tracing your eyes down and noticing he was no longer flaccid, he was hard once again. The two of you exchanged sensuous glances, before Arthur gingerly slid his hands beneath your armpits and picked you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck, letting out a kittenish moan at being penetrated again. The silence of the lake was loud again.
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The Passion Of Lovers - Bauhaus
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sixth sense
pairing :: eden x seokmin (feat. evelyn + noah)
word count :: 2.9k
synopsis :: seokmin meets evangeline for the first time.
time :: january 8, 2024
warnings :: fluff overload. uncle dk + auntie eden!
a/n :: the baby fever i have just writing these is terrible i HAE IT HEREEEE
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“Right here.” Eden pointed to Evelyn’s house with her free hand.
Seokmin pulls into the driveway, putting the car into park before getting a look at the exterior of her house. “It looks so different from the last time I was here.”
“Oh yeah, she liked to move stuff around when she was pregnant.” She unbuckled her seatbelt, turning her body towards him with an anticipating smile. “Are you ready?”
He nodded, chuckling with uncertainty. “Yeah but you’re making me kind of nervous.”
“No, don’t be nervous. It’s gonna be fine.”
She got out, meeting him on his side of the car, watching as he grabbed a gift bag from the backseat. “What’s that?”
“Oh, nothing.” He winked, holding his hand out for her.
She took his hand, leading him to the doorstep and ringing the doorbell. Within seconds, Noah opened the door.
“Hey!” His eyes widened, speaking to Seokmin in his broken Korean.
Eden pouted as they both gave each other a pat on the back.
“Welcome back, kiddo.” She reaches her arms around him to give him a quick hug. “It feels like yesterday that we last saw each other.
Eden rolls her eyes, giving him a playful punch to the gut. “It was yesterday, you dork.”
He stepped aside to let them in, shutting the door behind them. “You made it back just in time, dinner is almost ready.”
She swears she could see delight flash in Seokmin’s eyes. He loved Evelyn’s cooking. But he loved her kimchi even more.
“Is that drool I see?” She joked.
He snapped out of his daze, covering his mouth to make sure he wasn’t actually drooling.
“Don’t worry, I’m the same way.” Noah nodded at him with sympathy.
They discarded their shoes and coats before venturing deeper into the house. Eden grabbed Seokmin’s hand, leading him into the kitchen where the tasty aroma was coming from.
“Oh, Evelyn.” She sang, watching as she put the wooden spoon down and turned to them. She quickly smiled upon seeing Seokmin.
“Welcome back! I haven’t seen you in forever!” She turned the dial down on the stove, quickly making her way to wrap her arms around him. “How have you been?”
“Very well, thank you. I hope everything’s going well for you too.”
“Better than expected, thanks to my baby sister.” She let go of Seokmin, moving on to give Eden a kiss on the side of her head with a hug. “I was wondering why you went home last night and asked for a double batch.”
“Surprise!”
“Will you be staying?” Evelyn looked between the couple with a hopeful look.
Eden bumped her elbow into Seokmin’s side with a smirk. “Pay up.”
“What were you making bets on?”
“That you would ask him to stay.” She looked up at him. “Told you that overnight bag would come in handy.”
“She’s right about that.” Evelyn raised her hand to Eden, the two girls giving each other a high five. “I have about thirty minutes left for dinner. You wanna go say hi to Evangeline while you wait?”
Seokmin looked at his girlfriend with a gleam in his eyes. It did not go unnoticed how much he loved children. “Can we?”
“Of course.” Evelyn turned on her heel, making her way back to the stove. “Who else would I trust to watch her whenever Noah and I have a date or weekend getaway?”
“See? I told you that too.” She was right about everything. She told Seokmin way back that they would be the first people they would call if they needed someone to watch Eva when they had errands to run or wanted to take a short vacation.
Noah led them to the living room where Evangeline was laying in her baby swing, reaching above her for the clouds that dangled in the air. Her father sat down on the couch beside her, watching as Seokmin carefully tiptoed behind Eden.
Eden sat on her knees in front of the rocker, looking up at her boyfriend. His eyes were wide and he was covering his mouth with his hand. She reached out her hand for him, motioning him to sit down next to her. Her smile was bigger than life when watching his reaction to the baby.
“Eunbyeol,” She whispered to him. He crossed his legs, plopping down next to her.
The child was kicking her feet with a smile on her face at the familiar and unfamiliar face in front of her.
Seokmin looked between Evangeline and Noah, smiling at how alike they looked. “She looks like you.” He spoke softly.
“She has the best parts of both of us,” He folds his hands together, rotating the ring around his finger. “Some days, I see myself in her, but other days, all I see is Evelyn.”
“She’s…” He trailed off, trying to form the right words but nothing coming out.
“She’s perfect, right?” Eden helped him, tucking her hair behind her ear as she gave the rocker a tiny push so she could keep swinging.
“Perfect about sums it up.”
“Even then, perfect isn’t the right word to describe her, but it’s the closest thing so we’re going with that.” Noah directed his smile towards Eden, reciting her previous words back to her.
“She’s so cute.” Seokmin pouts, tilting his head while watching the girl having the funnest time swinging back and forth.
“For the sake of full disclosure, there’s no one we trust more with her than you guys.” He reassured him, knowing that there was a possibility he would have the same doubts as Eden.
Eden snorted, patting her palm against Seokmin’s back. He looked at her with a smile, watching her eyes float from his to his mole.
“I do ask that we wait til after dinner to hold her because she just ate not too long ago, and I don’t think either of you will wanna be holding her when she drops that atomic bomb.”
Eden covered her face, leaning into Seokmin as she began laughing. “He’s right. It’s absolutely terrible.”
His cheeks flushed as he tried not to show too much of a reaction. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to laugh or cry.
The whole family was stuffed from dinner, Noah and Evelyn taking to the couch to settle down and watch over Evangeline. Eden was pulling Seokmin upstairs to show her the nursery. She had sent him pictures a few weeks ago, but it was so much better in person.
She held his hand, pushing open the door and turning on the light. It wasn’t a lot, but it was something she was proud of. She gave him a tour of the room, pulling open the drawers and pushing them back. Then she showed him the crib, pointing to the Krunk doll with Eden’s outfit on. “Don’t ask.”
Seokmin giggled, squeezing onto her hand tighter. He paid half attention to their surroundings, the other half fixated on her. He could tell just by looking at her face and the way she showed him around just how passionate she was about her work. His heart ached.
“And lastly…” She walked over to the nightlight Evelyn had bought, turning it on before switching off the ceiling light. They both looked up to see the device projecting the northern lights. “I hadn’t actually seen it in absolute darkness yet.”
Seokmin’s mouth was agape as the lights flowed seamlessly on the ceiling. She flipped back on the light, turning the projector off and approaching him to wrap her arms around his waist. “What do you think?”
He smiled down at her, flattening the sides of her hair. “It’s even better than the pictures.” He left a soft kiss on her lips, brushing his thumb against her cheek. He kept smiling and it was enough to make her forget where they were and who was waiting for them.
“Ready to introduce yourself to Eunbyeol?” Eden grabbed his hand, holding it inside both of hers.
“It’s not like I’ve been waiting all night.” He mumbled to himself.
“Trust me, I noticed.” She didn’t let go of his hand as they left the nursery, walking back downstairs to the couch.
Seokmin didn’t notice at all, but Eden and Evelyn shared a look, a silent understanding that he was ready to meet Eva.
“Oh wait, I gotta go get her my present.” The lightbulb went off on the top of his head, excusing himself from the room.
Eden tucked her hair behind her shoulders, kneeling to where Evangeline was rocking in her swing and carefully picking her up. She looked 100x more interested in Eden’s features than the mobile that hung over her. Evelyn audibly pouted, something she did every time her sister would pick her up.
“Hi there,” Her voice climbed a few octaves, pressing her nose against Eva’s as they both giggled. She took a seat on the sofa, the baby fitting perfectly in the fold of her arm as she tucked her legs under herself. She noticed a fallen eyelash on her cheek, gently dusting it away with her finger. Her tiny eyes curved into a smile, but her attention wasn’t on Eden.
Eden looked to her left, seeing Seokmin standing in the entryway. She wasn’t sure how long he had been standing there, but she quickly patted the spot next to her for him to sit. “Lookie,”
He sat down next to her, resting his chin on her shoulder to look closely at Evangeline’s face. Eden took her pacifier out and the girl started to coo. It was something she did when she was happy. She then started to squeak, a giggle on the edge of her tongue.
Seokmin gasped silently, covering his mouth in shock. He completely forgot about the present in his hand until Evelyn brought attention to it.
“So, what did you get her?” She seemed even more excited than the baby.
“Oh right,” He grabbed the gift bag that sat next to his feet, reaching in to pull out a tiny object wrapped in pink paper.
Eden watched him take apart the wrapping paper, eyes widening and lips pouting as she realized what it was.
“Here’s your own BongBongie!” He spoke softly, waving it to Evangeline to mimic dancing.
“They are literally so perfect for each other.” Evelyn turned her head to whisper to Noah. The other couple raised their heads, not hearing her the first time. She shook her head and waved them off as Noah chuckled, wrapping his arm around his wife.
Seokmin’s attention turned back to the baby girl, humming a song as he marched the tiny BongBongie plush up her onesie. She was happy and delighted from the noises she was making, they just didn’t know what from. Seokmin or the BongBongie toy?
“Ready to hold her?” Eden looked at him, motioning Evangeline to him. He shuffled a bit on the cushions like he was being handed a huge responsibility. He put his gift down on her lap and held out his arms. She smiled, gently passing her to Seokmin and not letting go until she was certain he had a firm hold on her.
Eden looked at her sister and Noah, both having the same look of approval on their faces. She turned back to Seokmin, placing her elbow on the top of the couch and using her hand to hold her head up.
“Hellooo, hello,” He said hello to her twice, one time in Korean and the other in English. “Nice to finally meet you, Eunbyeol. I’m Seokmin.”
She stared up at him, her mouth open as all eyes were on them. Eden wondered for a moment if Eva saw the same thing that she did whenever she looked at Seokmin.
She blew messy raspberries past her lips, giggling and squealing up at the man. He didn’t notice how the entire room let out a sigh of relief when Eva voiced her approval for him.
“Almost a month old and she already has a good judge of character.” Evelyn’s grin is hidden behind her wine glass as she sips from it. Seokmin and Eden both look at her.
“Does she?” He cocked his eyebrow at her, looking down at Eva to see she liked what he did with his eyebrows. He continued to make goofy faces for her and filled the living room with her adorable laughs.
“I am wholeheartedly convinced. She hated being picked up by the nurses at the hospital, the doctors, even Noah’s brother. She started crying when mom and dad held her for the first time.” Evelyn shared her observation with Eden. It all came back to her and she was starting to think that maybe she was right.
“But you two, she must have a sixth sense when it comes to people. She didn’t cry or fuss when Eden held her for the first time. Look at her now, she really likes you, Seokmin.” Evelyn pursed her lips, trying to hide her emotions in front of them. Being postpartum made her more sensitive to everything. “At least we know she’s in good hands when we have to leave her.”
Evelyn put her palm over Noah’s knee, giving him a hopeful squeeze.
Eden tasted something salty on her lips, not realizing that she was tearing up as her sister spoke. She quickly wiped all evidence of it away, resting her chin on Seokmin’s shoulder as they both watched Eva.
They let the movie they were watching play until it was over. Evangeline managed to fall asleep soundly in Seokmin’s arms without a fuss. Evelyn too fell asleep but was magically ready to wake up and take Eva to bed once the credits started rolling. She pushed herself off the couch, toeing over to him with a smile.
“Thank you for looking after her.” She thanked him, taking Eva from his arms as she stirred a bit from feeling her being taken away from Seokmin, who she had already grown used to.
He winced, truly feeling the static in his arm from holding her for so long. Eden reached over for him, her fingers pressing into the skin of his shoulder, all the way down to his wrist.
“It happens, but we endure it for her.” She smiled.
Noah got up from the couch, rubbing his palms together. “We’ll be heading to bed soon. Have to stick to a schedule or everyone will be all out of sorts. Please, make yourself at home.”
“Thank you.” Seokmin raised his hand, thanking Noah. He nodded, walking toward them and reaching for Eva’s new BongBongie plush. “I have a feeling Evelyn will want this.”
Eden giggled, holding her boyfriend's hand as they watched Noah disappear upstairs. She sighed, smiling to herself. “Are you tired?”
He pulled her closer to his chest, muffling her laughs in his chest. “My body is. I feel like I may have a cramp or two. You?”
“A little. The wine and all.” She put her hands on his chest, looking down at his smile. “Did you bring your things in?”
He shook his head. “I should go get that.” She used her knees to crawl off of him, reaching her arms up and doing her best to pull him off the couch. He wasn’t helping her in any way.”
“I’ll go get the bed ready. Meet you upstairs.”
Seokmin nodded, giving her one last departing kiss on top of her head before he made his way to the foyer and out the door. Eden got the bedroom ready, pulling out the sheets and changing into comfier clothes.
She perked up when seeing him in the hallway with his bag, stepping aside and closing the door when he was in. They did their best to be quiet and get ready for bed in the guest bathroom.
She sat on her side of the bed, covering her bottom half with the comforter and watching him plop down next to her with a big sigh.
“Long day?” She laid her chin on his chest, looking up at him.
He smiled, subtly shaking his head. He smiled in her direction, brushing his fingers through her hair.
“So… what do you think?” She waited for him to answer with a grin, knowing that he would validate what she knew to be true.
“She really is perfect.” His eyes smiled along with his lips at the sight of hers. “Really, like she looks equally like her mom and dad. And she’s so…calm.”
“I knew she would like you.” She traced her finger over the embroidery on his shirt. When she looked back up into his eyes, she sensed something deeper in meaning behind his expression.
He didn’t have to use words to get his point across. It seemed they had both thought of the same thing at one point. They both were so completely unaware of the need to see each other with children. Now that they both witnessed it, it seemed their minds were running overtime to come up with different scenarios in which they saw more of the other with kids. He was clearly imagining what Eden would look like holding their very own child in the future. It flashed before his eyes for a split second before Evangeline had acknowledged him, bringing him back to reality. He was certain, believing that she was indeed compatible with children. Tonight was only more confirmation.
She would be lying if she said she wasn’t imagining the same exact things as him.
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Shattered Unity
[Fragment One: I] [Fragment One: II]
Synopsis: Jill Roberts had everything, a perfect house, with a perfect family and a perfect little sister, who she cared for far more than she realised.
Pairings: Jill Roberts x Sister! Reader
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: nothing so far :) some sibling fluff
34 Elm Street epitomized the pinnacle of luxury in Woodsboro, an affluent community coveted by all. The neighborhood itself exuded an aura of safety, lined with sycamores and white picket fences. In the middle of it all stood the Roberts household, bustling with the loud sounds of a typical Monday morning.
Jill rolled over in her plush bed, pulling her pillow over her ears to block out the loud noise of her alarm. Letting out a deep groan, her arms fumbled around until they found the snooze button. Her eyelids fluttered shut again, aiming to steal a few more precious moments of sleep until a sudden crash echoed from downstairs.
"Sweetheart!" Her mother's voice reverberated through the house. "Are you okay?"
Jill could hear her little sister mumbling something in response, probably attempting to make herself breakfast. She always had this habit of striving for independence. Jill stretched, her long black hair cascading as she released it from the loose bun of the night before. Running her fingers through the tangles, she slipped into a pair of jeans and rummaged through her wardrobe in search of a shirt. As Jill swung her door open, the sound of small feet scampering up the stairs reached her ears. It seemed her sister had an uncanny sixth sense for detecting when Jill was awake.
"Jill!" Her little form came barreling around the corner, running toward Jill's feet. Her face lit up when she saw her sister. "I made you pancakes," she announced proudly. Jill laughed and asked if that was what the crash was. The little one hid her face in Jill's shirt, her speech muffled by the fabric. "I might have dropped the pan." Jill ruffled her hair before manoeuvring around her to start going downstairs.
The kitchen bore the aftermath of a culinary hurricane—flour dusted every available surface, eggshells added a crunch underfoot, and a symphony of pots and bowls occupied the sink. Amidst this chaos sat a plate of hastily assembled pancakes, syrup awaiting its inevitable deployment. As Jill cautiously surveyed the scene, her foot met an unexpected puddle of milk, sending a shiver up her spine as the sock soaked up the liquid.
Suppressing a sigh, Jill turned her attention to her sister, ready to issue a gentle reprimand. However, before she could speak, (Y/n) beat her to it with a spirited declaration. "Don't worry, Jill! I'm cleaning it all up after I eat. I just wanted to make sure you had something to eat before Kirby picks you up." Her bright smile melted any lingering frustration, reminding Jill why (Y/n) was her undeniable soft spot.
"You're such a little troublemaker, (Y/n)," Jill joked, pulling off her damp sock. She walked to the kitchen table, grabbing a few pancakes to smother in syrup. (Y/n) climbed onto the stool beside her big sister, looking at her intently. "Speaking of Kirby, do you think I can say hi when she comes to pick you up? I want to show her the picture I drew of us three!" Jill looked over, shocked at her sister, talking with a mouthful of pancake. "You drew a picture of me?" (Y/n) corrected her, saying it was all three of them together, but Jill's mind was elsewhere. All (Y/n) ever drew was puppies and rainbows—childish things. Never had Jill seen her draw a person, never mind her.
Jill's fork hovered mid-air, laden with syrup-soaked pancake, as she stared at (Y/n) with wide eyes. The surprise etched across her face deepened, a mix of disbelief and genuine awe. For a moment, she was caught in the realization that her little sister had moved beyond the realm of fluffy animals and sunny scenes, venturing into something far more personal.
"You drew a picture of me?" Jill repeated, as if the words needed confirmation. The syrup dripped slowly back onto the plate, forgotten in her slackened grip. (Y/n)'s innocent nod was met with an almost incredulous smile from Jill, as if the simple act of portraying her in a drawing was a revelation.
"(Y/n), that's... incredible," Jill finally managed, her tone carrying a mix of surprise and warmth. The thought that her sister had chosen to illustrate her, amid all the subjects she could have picked, lingered in the air like a sweet revelation.
"I'll show it to you!" (Y/n)'s syrup-sticky hands seized Jill's, leading her in an eager ascent up the stairs, their footsteps an echo of shared laughter. The little haven at the top, (Y/n)'s room, painted in every shade of pink. It was a sanctuary of innocence, adorned with unicorns, magical creatures, and the captured moments of their life.
The walls told stories in crayon and glitter drawings, tales of a childhood untainted by the complexities of the world beyond. Pictures of Jill and (Y/n), frozen in time, grinned back at them. Jill couldn't help but notice the subtle nostalgia woven into the room, a familiar echo of her own youth. The glow-in-the-dark stars overhead seemed to promise dreams as pure and boundless as the universe itself.
Most of the toys strewn across the floor were remnants of Jill's childhood, a nostalgic scatter of innocence now usurped by time. Yet, what tugged at Jill's heartstrings most was the teddy bear lying on the bed, a mirror image of the one resting in her own room. (Y/n) never ventured anywhere without that bear. It was a shared relic, a testament to a bond forged in the simplicity of happier times.
As Jill sank into memories, the room became a vessel of echoes. Most vivid was the recollection of a day long past, a shopping trip with her father to find the perfect gift for baby (Y/n). The brown bear, soft and fluffy, had captured Jill's heart. She pleaded with her father to let her have one too. That day marked the last fragment of happiness she could recall with him.
A small shake brought Jill back to the present. She found herself gently pushed to sit on the edge of the bed. (Y/n) darted to the desk by the door, the chaotic rustle of pages scattering in her wake. Amidst the flurry, a small sound of excitement at her discovery. (Y/n) rushed back, concealing a page behind her back, anticipation dancing in her eyes.
Jill was presented with a page, a kaleidoscope of waxy stripes in every imaginable color. Amidst the vibrant chaos, three figures took center stage. Two of them stood at a similar height, towering protectively over a smaller figure nestled between them. A soft smile graced Jill's lips as she looked at her younger sister, who returned the gaze with anticipation sparkling in her eyes.
Gently, Jill pulled (Y/n) into her arms, the paper the only barrier between then. She whispered softly in her sister's ear, "Kirby's going to love this."
Kirby's car rushed into the driveway of the Roberts household, letting out a loud beep that echoed in the quiet neighborhood. As Jill stepped onto the front porch, the car's blaring music masked the sounds around them.
"Before you get in the car, you need to promise not to kill me!" Kirby shouted over the music, quickly turning it off as Jill approached.
"Why?" Jill asked, walking closer to the passenger door, while her sister eagerly ran toward the car. "What did you do?"
"Trevor called me last night," Kirby explained, and Jill's face twisted in disgust. "Why is he calling you?" She leaned down, poking her head through the car window, while (Y/n) stood on her tiptoes to get Kirby's attention.
"Because you won't take his calls, he knows I have you here and he wants to know," Kirby said. Jill opened the door with a roll of her eyes, and Kirby shifted her focus to (Y/n), greeting her with a warm, "Hi pumpkin!"
Ignoring Kirby's attempt to divert the conversation, Jill pressed, "Know what?" Kirby's eyes darted away from (Y/n), who stood eagerly waiting to share something. "How upset you are." She finished.
Olivia hopped into the backseat of the car, engaging Jill in conversation about Trevor. While they chatted, Kirby shifted her attention to the younger Roberts sister, who stood patiently at the door. With an exuberant greeting, she handed Kirby a piece of paper, saying, "I drew this for you!" Kirby smiled at the young girl, touched by the fact that her best friend's younger sister cared enough to create a drawing. "It’s me, you, and Jill," she explained, her eyes lighting up with enthusiasm.
"It’s amazing, (Y/n)!" Kirby examined the drawing carefully before placing it on the dashboard. "When I get home from school, it’s going straight up on my refrigerator," she promised with a smile. (Y/n) beamed at this news. Kirby glanced at the time; if they didn’t leave now, they’d be late. “We have to go, pumpkin. Have a good day at school!” she called out as she watched (Y/n) run back into the house, waving back to the girls as she did and Jill shut the car door.
Olivia rolled her eyes from the back seat, letting out a scoff. She had something against Jill’s sister ever since she accidentally broke her cell two years ago. Olivia opened her mouth to state something when Jill quickly turned to face her, her stare cold and harsh, quickly shutting Olivia up. She huffed, “I wasn’t going to say anything about your sister!” Her arms raised in the air in defense.
Jill let a small smirk grace her lips; she could see Olivia was lying. “Really!” She turned back to the front, glancing at her through the rearview mirror. Jill wanted to see what kind of stupid story Olivia would attempt to create to dig herself out of the hole she made. “What was it you were going to say?”
Olivia stumbled over her words, desperately trying to come up with a story that would fit, but she couldn’t. “Fine!” She bowed her head in defeat. “But it’s not a crime to dislike your sister; she's just so...” She trailed off, seeing Jill's glare. “Clingy.”
The pulsating beat of a song jolted all three girls from their conversation. Jill's cellphone buzzed near her feet, prompting her to fish it out of her bag. As Olivia grumbled about the ringtone, Jill examined the caller ID.
"Why is Jenny Randall calling me?"
Both Kirby and Olivia shrugged, as Jenny wasn't someone they interacted with frequently.
"I don't know. I don't like Jenny Randall. She threw up on me at Tony Marshall's luau," Olivia interjected. Kirby rolled her eyes, and as Jill answered the phone, "That luau was freshman year!" Kirby turned to Olivia, who threw up her hands, “I didn't say my anger was rational!"
Both girls redirected their attention to Jill upon hearing her asking about the caller. Kirby returned her focus to the road, stealing glances at Jill's now irritated expression. "What does she want?" Jill ignored her friend's question, continuing to reprimand the mysterious caller. "Where’s Jenny?" Confusion deepened on the faces of Kirby and Olivia. Was Jenny Randall attempting to prank call Jill? Jill lowered the volume of the car's music. "Who is this?"
Kirby listened intently to the voice on the other end. It resonated deep and rough, like gravel on the highway. Certainly not Jenny Randall. Panic crept over Jill's face as she abruptly declared, “I’m hanging up.”
After a brief pause, Jill turned to her friends. "That was so weird. I just got a prank call from Jenny Randall." Olivia promptly interrupted with her own story, but Jill remained silent, appearing uninterested. "Jenny Randall is weird. Her and her little Marnie the Carny friend are freaks!" Glancing at Jill, who sat somewhat diminished in her seat and gazing out the window, Kirby sensed Jill might be anxious about her sister after such a peculiar call. Olivia continued to ramble on, it was very clearly not helping Jill. Kirby sighed before trying to reassure Jill.
"It's massacre week. People go looney, remember?"
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a little chilly (Scaramouche/gn!Reader)
ever had your parent or guardian lecture you about being careful in the cold? what about some fuckin dude you beat up in an giant mech suit and now he's convinced he's indebted to you-
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Scaramouche/gn!Reader
1,353 Words - SFW
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Dragonspine is most often a destination that you venture to alone.
Your traveling companions - whoever you have at your side at the time - conveniently have a thousand excuses on hand to avoid following you into the mountain's snowy landscape. You managed to coerce Kaeya into it once, and as a result, he's developed something of a sixth sense when it comes to impending trips into the frigid mountain range.
Even Paimon keeps herself tucked away in her pocket dimension with a request for you to simply call for her when things are a little warmer, a little less snowy.
Really, you don't mind it so much. Dragonspine has become a place of peace for you; it's somewhere that you can get away with the assurance you'll be completely alone. That isn't something you get very often these days, as much as you appreciate your friends.
So, when the time comes around for you to make a trip there, you don't bother to ask anyone if they'd like to accompany you. You can't fault them for not wanting to go there - it's really rather cold, and the activities you have planned don't involve much combat. Albedo requested your presence for a few experiments that only you can help with, and with the wrap-up of Sumeru's numerous fiascos, there's an abundance of free time on your hands before you start the cycle all over again in Fontaine.
Organized and ready for travel, you completely miss the eyes that look from the second level of your teapot home, elbow on the railing and chin in their palm. Only when the bag is swung over your back do you look up and see the Wanderer, looking for all the world like he wasn't watching you pack and re-pack and second guess how many warming bottles you'd need.
“Snezhnaya hasn't been moved ahead in the order, has it? You look like you're ready for a blizzard.”
“It hasn't, but close enough.” You shift the straps so they don't bunch up the fabric of your cloak and the warm clothing beneath it. “Albedo asked me to join him in Dragonspine for a little while.”
“Alone?” An eyebrow raises, the single word feeling rather weighty for something so innocuous.
Rather than question it, you focus more on trying not to lose your balance as you crane your head back to look at him. Maybe the bag is a little heavy, its weight tugging on you as you clarify, “He didn't specify that, but you guys don't seem to like the cold so I figured I'd go on my own.”
The Wanderer's sandals hit the floor with a quiet tap as he lands next to you, effortlessly using the vision at his chest to safely fall from the second floor to the first. There's an arm's length between you, a careful proximity he keeps from everyone, and it's something you find yourself noticing a little too often with a little too much annoyance.
He doesn't have to keep his distance from you. But if that's what makes him comfortable, you're in no place to be demanding things that he's unwilling to budge on.
“First of all, don't lump me in with them. I can't even feel the cold.” That could be the truth, or it could be a lie. You've heard a complaint or two out of him about the humidity of Sumeru, certainly the opposite end of the spectrum must also affect him.
He doesn't give you any chance to call him out on that before he promptly invites himself. “And second, it's dangerous. Someone should go with you - it'll have to be me, I guess. Lucky you.”
“Lucky me.” You parrot back, and while it's meant to sound derisive, it fails to do so when there's a smile spreading on your face.
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“Use another warming bottle. You're shivering.”
“I’m fine. I need to make sure they last the trips to and from Albedo's lab-”
“Surely he can make more when you get there. What sort of alchemist would he be if he can't make something to keep you warm?”
The snow crunches under his feet and your own as he keeps pace next to you. The distance has grown smaller, so much so that the wide brim of his hat keeps the soft flurries of snow from landing on you too much.
The Wanderer isn't warm. He hasn't bothered to change into thicker clothing, despite you offering him a cloak at the minimum. There's no body heat coming from him, nor is there the faint clouding of his breath in the air. You wouldn't think he was affected at all if it weren't for the dusting of pink across his cheeks and the tip of his nose.
But rather than worry about him, he's far too worried about you. First, it was your scarf being wrapped around your neck incorrectly. The moment the snow had begun to fall, he tugged you to a stop and unraveled it a little too roughly, only to snugly tie it back around the lower half of your face.
And when you nudged it down to breathe easier, he tugged it back up with a pinch of his fingers and an annoyed sound.
Then, the issue with the warming bottles. You had enough to reasonably get you to and from Albedo, but the Wanderer seemed convinced you needed to have one in use at all times, regardless of how wasteful that might be.
Equal parts annoying and endearing is the way he'll occasionally tug on your cloak to pull you to a stop, his hand sweeping across your shoulders to knock off any built up snow before telling you to stay put. After the third time he does this, you petulantly ask what he's doing and he shrugs with all the nonchalance of someone that's reading a grocery list, rather than being a complete mother hen.
“I’m checking around the bend for Hilichurls, obviously.”
“Without me?” Your answer raises in pitch, only mildly annoyed that he’s been leaving you behind.
A disbelieving sound leaves him, and he gestures to you broadly as if that would explain things. When it doesn’t, he has the grace to clear things up. “When humans get cold, their reaction times get worse. It’s easier for me to handle it if there’s something ahead.”
And then, a knowing smile starts to spread across his face, ominous and far too reminiscent of a time when he wasn’t someone you could depend on to keep you safe. “Unless you use a warming bottle to counteract that.”
Without complaint, you let him travel ahead around the bend to verify that it’s safe. When he comes back with the scent of burning clinging only faintly in the air, you keep your mouth shut. There’s something smug about him as he dusts himself off from imaginary dirt and says, “What a coincidence, there’s a fire up ahead. You should warm up there.”
Coincidence indeed.
His fingertips graze the skin of your cheeks as he tugs your scarf up on each side, up and over your nose once more. As an afterthought, he tugs your hat down over your ears as well, spending a little too long making sure you’re situated to his liking.
“And keep your scarf up. Your nose is more likely to get frostbite than anywhere else. I’m not above holding it for you.”
“I’ll suffocate!” Your words are muffled, but he understands them just fine as he turns away and sets off down the marked path.
Over his shoulder, he calls, “But you’ll be warm doing it. Let’s go, I didn’t put in all the work to get this fire going just for you to mess around until it burns out.”
The hilichurls that once sat around this fire have been pushed into the thin bushes, their leafless branches doing nothing to hide the prior occupants. You don’t say anything about it, neither does the Wanderer. He sits close enough to you next to the fire for his shoulder to press solidly against your own, you don’t say anything about that, either.
#just a lil shorty i banged out in like an hour cause i had a brain worm#scaramouche#wanderer#wanderer genshin#genshin wanderer#scaramouche x reader#wanderer x reader#fic#fanfic#fanfiction
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All Zellion Lore
He gets no bitches
Absolutely zero pussy
Is an incel
Does not actually exist
Raw ANTI-sex appeal (leads to being sent to tumblr horny jail)
No bitches megamind
Saddest most pathetic sex ever
Lesbian
Brandons elden ring character
Syls exlover
Zellion is the same Zellion as in Sixth Incarnation of Pandora, an unpublished sci-fi novel which he wrote
Dustbringer Moash
The author of the Gravity Fallsjournals
No drip
Secret project main characters
Is in fortnite
Died on the way back to his home planet
Is a war criminal
Zane venture but with spikes
Is kelsier in shardplate
Zero swag points
An onion 🧅
Swagless bastard
Constantly taking L’s
Has a homoerotic friendship with dalinar
Coolest mfer to ever exist
Wears metal plates
Inspired mass hysteria (true)
Zellion is love, Zellion is life
Unchained bondsmith
Is tumblr pikachu guy
Both odium and dalinars champion
The hero of ages
Has secrets
His only rhythm is Nickelback
Moashes boyfriend
Raboniels ex
Emperor Zurg
Has hooked up with dalinar in his drunk era
Is actually Adonalsium who didn’t get shattered but it was actually a prank
Unknowable
Did something unthinkable to that old man
Nvm he just fucked him
On the Kaladin and Szeth (b)road trip
Unfuckable
He might kill Moash idk at this point
The only blue fused
A simp for Kaladin
Is actually Szeth
Bisexual loser
he is also Taravangians new godsona
Drops his microwaveable lonely boys dinner for one and cried
A worldhopper who moved to Roshar to get a mini
Lezian with those fake mustache glasses
Navani will not accept him into her theoretical polycule
Taravangians new look after taking the shard of Odium and killing Rayse
A tumblr sexy man
A tumblr sexless man
Punches Ruin in the face (real)
A liar and a dirty dirty cheat
Will be at Dragonsteel 2022 with a chair (for hammering)
Actually just a human with carapace
Biggest loser in the cosmere
Loves plinko
Despite apperances he’s completely unbreadable
Zellion was pinning over szeth who is already in a committed monogamous relationship with nightblood, but he's rebounding with moash
Models the fused fashion line
Is Kelsier
Is also every sexuality and none of them at the same time.
Himbo
The tenth unmade
Gaslight gatekeep girlboss
Literally Hrathen but unfuckable
Has a gun
Created in a lab made specifically to be unfuckable
Virgin Loser (emphasis on loser)
Hot
Hoid in yet another disguise
The desire to be sexy but not having sex
Smores stick
Big scary fused villain (probably)
The Warrior of Light from final fantasy 14
Odiums champion? (One to make sense)
One of Hoids exes
Aesudan post crystal monster magical girl transformation sequence.
Is a slutty slutty bitch
Unfuckable
Sits in pain AND misery
From Sudan
A rough lover but once again is unfuckable
The sole knight radiant. Accesses all 10 surges
Clowned upon
Cries when he fights you. Like his (NOT)lover szeth
A ben10 alien
Mysterious
All of us
Has slept with Sadeas
His spikes are full of secrets
Is actually MRAIZE
Mansplain manipulate malewife
Is cringe
Bisexual but nobody wants them
Is actually a noble gas
Dalinar/Zellion/Szeth love triangle
Is Moash
Came from Moisty Mire
The most powerful being in the cosmere
Just a human guy
Nepotism baby
Is probably like hot but also still gets no bitches
The only thing nightblood won’t eat
Is actually Rin (bisexualzellion) in disguise
One in a Z(e)illion
He’s a shard
Odiums singersona
Is Brandon’s self insert
Swagless he/they (and any he/they pronouns user you have swag because you are not the biphobic bisexual Zellion)
#zellionsweep
A Pokémon or something
A new foe has appeared
Maybe he’s a cat boy
Wears metal plates
Is also Evi Kholin who could never be cringe
Yells it’s Zellin time before fighting anyone
Biphobic
Lavender marriage
He should be in fortnite
In love with szeth
Naked wrestling scene in Oathbringer
The friends we made along the way
Shouldbereadingprobably‘s cat
You canNOT fuck the spikes as the spikes are unfuckable
Is El (again probably actually makes sense)
Forgiven by the lgbt community
Highest popularity to word count ratio
Additional lore (courtesy of @poploppege-cosmere)
Hoid behavior (that’s actually us)
Fucks with Maggie’s internet connectivity
Is not actually fuckable. Does not fuck.
Blorbo from my kickstarters
Zellionsweep girlies are the daughters of the Moash girlies you didn’t fuck
COSMERE TUMBLRS CHILD
#lists#cosmere#brandon sanderson#stormlight archive#zellion lore#zellion#only takes an hour to get clowned upon#ok I’m going to chem lab#please update with what’s missing#zellionsweep
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dissociatED ch. 2
the girls (edd and eddy) are no longer fighting
“Greetings! You’ve reached Eddward. Unfortunately, I’m unable to take your call at the moment. If you will, please leave a brief message with your name, and telephone number, and I’ll return your call as soon at my earliest convenience. Thank you!”
Eddy mocked the nasally voice under his breath after hanging up and tossing the phone onto the foot of his bed. It was bad enough that he would yet again be the one admitting defeat in another of their standoffs. Now he had to wait for a call back just to apologize? Restless with frustration, he hopped off his bed and paced around his bedroom as if to follow his train of thought.
He’s ignoring me. He’s gotta be! His phone’s literally attached to his hip with that tacky ass belt holster. He shuddered to think of the gauche accessory.
Maybe Ed’s sixth sense was wrong and he’d finally fucked it up for real this time. The only logical explanation was that Double Dee had reached his threshold for Eddy’s bullshit once and for all and would never forgive him. One dickish remark too many. And the last one was a doozy.
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“So you’re not coming?” The breath hitched in Eddy’s throat released as a scoff.
“Eddy, if you'd-”
“Y'know, I only agreed to go cuz you looked like you were gonna fucking cry when I said I didn’t want to. Here I was, willing to embarrass myself for you and you’re gonna flake?” He scowled at the shiny plastic garment bag hanging from the frame of his closet.
Edd rolled his eyes at the guilt trip. He looked down at his notepad where ‘sorry’ was scrawled several times in a hodgepodge of print and cursive.
"Due to a… discrepancy in scheduling, I've had to make a few discommodious adjustments to a-accommodate an important - mandatory, in fact - meeting of the associated student body… Believe you me, if there was a way I could be there, I would.” Edd should have left his sputtering at that, but felt compelled to inject additional awkwardness. “Yessiree. Front row." His teeth scraped his lip while he hoped against hope that his lousy excuse would be accepted with minimal scrutiny.
"You lie like a cheap rug! If you cared so much, you'd find a way to be here."
Edd’s cheeks were burning. Though he considered himself to be fairly skilled in the art of prevarication, he should have known better than to think he’d get one over on Eddy “Spinner of Yarns” McGee.
"Y-You don't understand," he choked. Citing the enervating anxiety he felt about venturing back to Peach Creek sounded like even more of a cop out in his head than the nonexistent meeting. In all truth, the mere thought of taking in its familiar sights, sounds and smells for an entire day worsened his chronic shortness of breath. Not to mention the hours-long trip just to get there. Before he could find the words, a gruff voice interjected.
"Forget it, you're doin' me a favor. Just wish you'd told me before I rented the fuckin' robe." he bluffed, knowing full well his parents weren't going to let him skip commencement after they paid for his cap and gown. "And I don't get why you feel the need to lie. You know you suck at it.”
"Yes well," Edd cleared his throat before making another attempt to explain. "Your and Ed’s educational milestone is important to me, Eddy. Unfortunately, I have other obligations." His unintentionally stony tone prompted a softening of his next words. "I do hope you'll still attend. Earning a high school diploma is quite an achievement for you."
"For me? What the hell’s that s'posed to mean?!"
"I meant nothing by it! Though I'm sure you'd agree, things were a bit touch and go for a while there." Eddy remained silent during his friend's dramatic pause.
His trudge to the educational finish line had indeed been a struggle, which was why he was so hurt by Edd ditching. Their off and on tutoring sessions over the years were the only reason he maintained a solid 2.3 GPA. Apparently that all meant nothing now.
"I’m very proud of you, Eddy."
"Uh-huh. Not proud enough, apparently." The cantankerous little cad couldn't help it. If there was a snide remark to be made, his soul wouldn’t rest until he was the one to make it. "All that belly achin’ you do about your parents - now look at you! You’re acting just like ‘em."
Edd's wide eyes blinked incredulously at such an emotional sucker punch. They’d exchanged their fair share of injurious insults across years of tumultuous friendship, but their tacit agreement not to exploit certain vulnerabilities had never been breached. During even their worst tiffs, he wouldn’t have dreamed of such a low blow from someone who claimed to be his best friend.
Eddy's knee bounced furiously while he waited for a response to his odious words that hung like Ed’s B.O.. It was a shitty thing to say, sure, but what kind of jerk misses their buddy’s graduation? As far as he was concerned, he was the real victim here. So he doubled down.
“You can tell Ed too, cuz I’m not in the mood for the waterworks.”
Rustling was heard on the other line before the call disconnected.
-
Edd froze with his hand gripping the front door knob of his shared apartment. The deadbolt clicked with the turning key, then the door gave way to his weary shoulder. He was still adjusting to the culture shock of seeing how people lived when they didn’t have a pathological need for order. Living with strangers - living with anyone was taking Edd much longer to get used to than expected.
Indignation boiled his insides while he stood eyeing the open floor plan from the doormat. As he stepped inside, he kicked the folded corner of an area rug back, and picked up a couple of throw pillows from the middle of the floor. Loose filler paper spilled from the open pocket of a backpack tossed on the couch. He brought his hands up to his temples to serve as blinders to the squalor as he continued toward the hall.
Being the friendly folks they were, his roommates frequently reminded him that he was in fact allowed to come out of his room. Edd always politely declined, confounded by the concept of relaxing in a room that hadn’t been dusted in recent memory. At this point, it was clear that his colleagues were less than receptive to his sermons on the advantages of sanitization, organization and minimalism. Now he just did his best to ignore the unvacuumed floors, the sinkful of dishes and clutter collecting dust on every flat surface. It was just his luck to be housed with two people whose filth gave Ed a run for his money. A lineup of empty soda cans was swiped off the kitchen table by the messenger bag jutting from Edd’s hip as he zipped by. He startled at the noise, but stuck to his resolution to no longer clean up after capable adults.
The door of his austere refuge opened to cool, purified air, subtly scented with lavender from a reed diffuser. He entered just far enough to close the door and hang his bag and windbreaker from the hook on the back. The mattress protector and sheets crinkled as he plopped onto the twin bed and plucked his hat off for a vigorous massage of his tender scalp. As he folded over and tugged at his double knotted shoelaces, he glanced up and saw the phone he’d left on his desk all day.
He first realized it was missing during mid-morning breakfast with his ESL conversation partner. Mostly unbothered, since incoming phone calls were a rarity these days, it slipped his mind before he even finished his crepes. It wasn’t until early evening that he was reminded of its absence when his steel guitar tutee was ten, then twenty minutes late for their lesson. He attributed the absence to end-of-summer blues, but just in case, he tucked his shoes off to the side and grabbed the little nylon pouch. His heart sank when he flipped the screen up and saw that he’d missed six calls from one of the few numbers he had saved.
"Hello?"
"Eddy? I-I'm so sorry, I… I was in a rush as usual and forgot my cell phone at home this morning. Is everything okay?" While waiting for an answer, he’d been recounting a list of worst case scenarios and going over the most logical reaction for each.
"Aye, Sockhead! Long time no talk?" He cringed at the poor attempt at sounding more composed than he felt. "Uh, how are ya?"
"I’m returning your call. Well, calls.” Edd’s concern quickly gave way to snark once he caught his friend's signature cheeky tone. "How are you?"
"Can't complain. Well I could, but who wants to hear it, amirite?"
Several seconds passed before Edd responded to the hackneyed quip.
"Seems I'm not the only one with a tendency to mirror their parents."
For once, didn't take long for Edd to get to the point. Eddy deflated like a balloon. At least with the elephant acknowledged he could cut the crap.
"Look, I didn't mean what I said, okay?" His voice was a low mumble. "I was just frustrated with the whole… thing. If it's any constellation, my folks made me go anyway."
"Oh yes, I feel quite consoled, Eddy." The corners of his mouth tightened. "I do appreciate the effort it must have taken you to form something adjacent to an apology.”
"Right…" Eddy responded, then waited for the "but".
"After some reflection, however, I realized that there may have been some merit to your callous comment." Edd recrossed his legs and leaned back in his ergonomic office chair. "I told you I'd be there cheering you on when you advanced this next phase of life. And I wasn't.” His ears tingled with imminent lacrimation. “For that, I sincerely apologize."
Eddy was used to his friend's frequent blubbering by now, but his chest still tightened when Edd’s voice cracked. Luckily, befriending a crybaby was great practice for offering comfort in moments like these.
"Hey, c'mon. You're nothin' like those tight asses. Not with the, like, important stuff." He still wasn’t very good at it. “'Sides, I still had Ed! Oh man, you shoulda seen it! He tripped over his own dumb feet twice on his way up to the stage." A hearty laugh cut through the tension. “I hope someone was recording! Fuckin’ idiot.”
"Yes, he told me as much.” Edd sniffled and let out a weak laugh. “In fact, he gave me quite the rundown for most of your past academic year. Including the so-called senior prank you hoped to pull." A sneaking smile accentuated his playful scorn.
"Me? A prank?" Eddy gasped and clutched his proverbial pearls. "It was a good one, huh?"
"Mmm, from what I could gather during his breathless retelling, you hoped to replace each student's photo in the yearbook with your own portrait?" Edd's smirk grew. "Sounds less like a prank and more a manifestation of unchecked narcissism."
"I thought it was funny. If that girlfriend of yours would’ve played along it would've been a scream." Eddy replied flatly. "I swear she used her piddly authority as head of the yearbook club to unfairly target me. What’d I ever do to her?” He gestured wildly alone in his room. “She wouldn't even approve my quote! Instead, she put some mealy-mouthed bullshit about the value of education. You need to get a handle on her.”
Edd momentarily ignored the bulk of the erroneous ravings and gave in to curiosity about what kind of trouble Eddy had been causing in his absence.
"Dare I ask just what vile excerpt you insisted be printed below your definitive school photo? The photo, mind you, that generations of our fellow alumni will undoubtedly come across?" Edd closed his eyes as innumerable offensive possibilities raced through his mind.
"It was gonna be that old Sinatra quote. Y’know, 'The best revenge is massive success.’ But oh no, little miss Steinem said it'd be a cold day in hell before a misogynist was commemorated in her precious book. Hell, I don't even care for the guy, but it's a good quote."
"That's it? Funny, I imagined something far more…blue. Although, she does have a point about the normalization of mid-century machismo. I'd think you of all people would be sympathetic to her cause."
Eddy paused to figure out what Edd meant.
"By the way, Nazz and I separated shortly before your class graduation. I was going to tell you when we last spoke but-"
"Woah, woah, woah, hang on! What’d she write ya a Dear John letter?"
A crackling laugh sent Edd recoiling from the phone’s speaker. Eddy made no effort to downplay his glee at the news he'd been waiting to hear for nearly a year.
"What happened, didja sprout a few chest hairs and scare her off?"
Edd held his matter-of-fact reply until the snickering ceased.
"The hardships of maintaining a long distance relationship proved too much to abide, I'm afraid. I think we had an inkling that our dalliance was doomed to dereliction, but it certainly was fun while it lasted."
"The fuck does that mean? You dumped her?"
"I like to think of it as mutual, Eddy. We came to realize that we were simply two ships passing in the night. Alas, separated by the briny tides of the vast ocean of inconstancy we call life."
"Yeah, she dumped ya. And now I see why, ew!"
"Oh, and I suppose women are just lining up to jump into that unmade bed of yours?" Edd snorted.
"Uh, duh! They’re linin’ the block just for the chance. Had to install a turnstile for chrissake!" He smiled when Edd's scoff morphed into a genuine laugh.
"Why, it’s a wonder you found the time to call me. I’m flattered.”
“Yeah well, even Lothario needs a breather from time to time.” Eddy flipped over on the bed to lay on his stomach. “What about you? How's the single life treatin' ya? You must be bumpin' uglies with a different chick every night, huh?"
Edd rolled his eyes at the notably accusatory tone and accompanying vulgar image.
"Please. If I didn't know any better, I’d think I had unwittingly signed a vow of celibacy along with the lease for my off-campus apartment." Edd stood from his chair and stretched with a drawn out groan, then took the three short steps back to his outgrown bed. "Not that I've had the time, nor energy for such extracurricular activities, given my shortsightedness in arranging my summer schedule."
Relief washed over Eddy.
"What, you mean to tell me you ain't goin' to the keggers at Alpha Beta Soup every weekend?" They both chuckled at the absurd idea.
"Tempting as it may be to attend a gathering of belligerent, red-faced bloviators, where the guest of honor is a barrel of Bud Light - I think I'll pass."
"You gotta make time for yourself or you'll go nuts, Dee. What've you been doing all break then?"
"Well, I just finished my final class of the summer… Oh, and I’ve started tutoring again.” Exhaustion stopped him from elaborating. “Now, I’m waffling.”
"About what?"
"Well, I'd really like to see you and Ed before classes commence in a few weeks. I'm just not sure…"
"Not sure?" Eddy's forehead scrunched. "I'm- er, Ed's practically dysfunctional without ya. More than usual, that is."
"Oh good lord, please tell me he's still employed?" Edd's subconscious foot shaking paused while awaiting an answer.
"Yeah, yeah he's still at the plant." Eddy heard a faint exclamation of relief from his friend. "Him and May are still mushy as ever, yadda yadda yadda. I can tell he's missin’ ya though."
"It's not that I don't want to see you! I'm just once again letting worry cloud my better judgment." Edd looked down at the throbbing, red thumb he'd been mindlessly picking at since before their call started. "I'm not even sure where I'd stay if I did come to visit."
There was a brief silence while Eddy's brain caught up to his friend's words. He'd been stuck on the irony of Edd worrying about Ed's job, when in reality he was the one who'd recently nearly wrecked his car looking for "Help Wanted" signs.
"Well, depending on when you wanna come, my folks are takin' their uh… 'couples' cruise' in like, a week. You could stay at my place."
Edd's face lit up at his friend's offer.
"Oh, Eddy, that would be fantastic! And what convenient timing… How long will they be away?"
"Mom said they're leaving for the airport Tuesday morning, but I'll have to find out when they're comin' back. It's usually like a week."
"Excellent!" Edd squeaked excitedly. "As soon as you find out I'll buy my bus ticket, and-"
"Bus?!" Eddy sat up. "You really think you'd survive a ride on the Freakshow Express? Get real! I'll drive it. Just gimme the address."
"Honestly, Eddy, the bus isn't that bad. I'm of the opinion that having to endure a few eccentrics is a small price to pay for ecologically sustainable transportation."
"I want to come get you." He was a little embarrassed by how intense he suddenly sounded. His heart rate picked up. An eyebrow arched beneath Edd's hat.
"Have you been adhering to your vehicle's maintenance schedule?"
"You can't help yourself, can you?" Eddy laughed and shook his head. "My car's fine. I just got the brake pads replaced, and I think they changed the oil. Might've been the wiper fluid... I dunno. How bout I bring ya the receipt and you can write your analysis on the way back?"
"Oh, I'm sorry that I'm not jumping at the opportunity to be stranded on some rural back road with no phone service, and none of the tools required to correct whatever mechanical misfortune undoubtedly befalls us given our seemingly supernatural bad luck. Do you even have a roadside emergency kit? Preferably including road flares?"
"I still have the one you gave me! You act like we're goin' to Canada or something. It's a few hundred miles. I got cables, a spare, a jack, and I'll wear my cut offs in case we need to flag down some meathead to do the grunt work."
Edd's giggling tapered with a sigh.
"In that case, I look forward to seeing you, Eddy."
"I bet you do." He teased, making Edd redden. "Nah, I'm excited to see you too. Maybe we could, uh... get some lunch or somethin' while we're out there." It was a benign suggestion, but heightened excitement made it seem risky.
"I'd like that." Edd's calm voice masked the fact that he was screaming internally. No, he wouldn't read to much into his friend's words. He'd only end up hurt again. Instead, he read his watch. "I hate to cut our conversation short, Eddy, but I've got to start my nighttime routine."
As kids, they'd yap on the phone for hours with no lull until one or both of them fell asleep clutching the receiver. Eddy found himself grinning like an idiot at the not-so-distant memories. After such a long stretch of not speaking, it was difficult to say goodbye.
"Alright, have fun scrubbing your elbows or whatever it is you do."
"You know I will!"
"I'll let you know what my mom says. I'll text you!"
"Sounds great. Good-"
"Don't forget your phone!"
"I'll clip it to my belt tonight."
"'You better."
"Good night, Eddy."
"Night, Dee."
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Hi can you do a faith fic where the reader gets possessed while with john and he feels like super guilt but he's able to free them of the demon? possibly ending with an I love you?
"Jesus, what monster would do this to these poor deer?”
“Only someone who has no respect for God’s creatures..” John muttered as he looked upon the disturbing sight that beheld you both:
Deer carcasses and skulls were arranged around a sigil drawn in blood. Unlit torches were staked around it, indicating this was meant to summon something evil..but for whatever reason was abandoned.
Maybe this was the source of the wildlife’s strangeness.
It would certainly explain why the deer seemed to stare at you while venturing to the Martins’ residence. They never got too close, and were skittish as typical deer were if approached--but something about them was just unnerving.
There’s no doubt that evil forces are influencing their behavior.
Having a sort of “sixth sense” when it comes to demons was a blessing in times like these. You felt the same familiar disturbance all around this forest, allowing you to tell where one is hiding and alerting John if necessary.
People might’ve seen you as a freak, but for your childhood friend turned recent priest it’s been a lifesaver.
Speaking of whom, he had a death grip on the rifle, watching the trees for any signs of movement--or of her--as you investigated the ritual site.
He thought he was better prepared for this day. But the demon within Amy was too stubborn to let go, and would rather perish than surrender to him.
Even if you both found her....her face was mutilated beyond recognition. She couldn’t survive and resume her normal life. Not in such a horrid state like that.
She was suffering, likely bleeding to death somewhere, and had to be put out of her misery.
John only prays that he’d gain the strength to pull the trigger when the time comes.
Until then, he didn’t mind searching the rest of the forest. Anything that could help him quell the demonic activity in Connecticut was worthy of his time.
Meanwhile, you noticed a large deer skull in the sigil’s center. One of the demonic symbols Amy left throughout the house was painted on its forehead, though it looked faded and dry. You approached it and knelt down, putting on gloves before carefully scooping it up.
“Wow, this is heavy.”
“What is...?” John looked back at you, only to tense up. “[Y/n]! Don’t touch that!”
“It’s fine, Johnny. This is just a simple skull. An empty vessel.” Standing, you turned around to show it to him, smiling. You then saw straps and realized this was actually a mask.
‘Neat..’ Your grin became wider, as you had a humorous idea.
“Halloween comes early, I suppose.” After putting the mask on, you spread your arms out, only to find John’s unamused expression. You pouted. “Awh come on. You gotta admit this is pretty cool. It’s such a well-crafted mask.”
“....it’s also creepy. I don’t think you should be wearing it.”
You blinked, lowering your arms and tilting your head. “We both just saw a demon tear its arm through a girl’s face..but this creeps you out?”
“[Y/n], we’re on a serious mission.” He huffed. “I appreciate you trying to lighten the mood, but now’s not the time. We have to find her and-”
“Why are you so eager to hunt her down? Is she not human to you anymore?”
John stared at you in confusion, noticing how monotone your voice suddenly became and how you rubbed the sides of the skull, seemingly in pain. His mind was racing to assume the worst thing possible.
But he didn’t want to jump straight to that conclusion. Not yet. Maybe you were just upset about the whole situation--and that he intended to follow the “KILL HER” advice scrawled in blood.
He swallowed the lump in his throat. “She’s still human to me. I wish to save her through a proper exorcism. But if it won’t let her go, then..what choice do we have?”
“I have one...turn the gun on yourself, Priest.”
John’s eyes widened in shock. His heart was crushed to hear a voice that wasn’t your own.
‘No..no, no, no!!’ He panicked internally, hands trembling as he realized you were possessed.
Something was still lurking in that skull..and it got inside your head.
Damn it. Why didn’t he tell you to stop?! Why couldn’t he just speak up?!
First Father Allred was gone..and now he was about to lose you to a demon before he could tell you something important.
Something he’s wanted to say for a long time, but was so afraid to.
‘What if I'm too too late now? What if---no.’ He shook his head to clear away those bad thoughts, strengthening his resolve and praying God gave him courage.
He couldn’t let you easily succumb to this evil.
Suddenly you lunged at him, and out of reflex he pulled the trigger.
-BANG-
His heart stopped as you tumbled to the forest floor beside him, holding your face in your hands.
Did he shoot you?
Oh god.
But then he saw that he only shot off one of the antlers. You were still alive, and you levitated back into a standing position, laughing. “You missed! Oh poor, pitiful Johnny. Can’t even aim to save your life!”
“Release [y/n] from your clutches, demon. Or else!” John held the rifle close, intending to use it as a defensive weapon. He was infuriated that it dared to call him by that nickname. Only you could.
“It’s your fault that her face was ruined, you know. She would have been fine if it weren't for you. Why did you have to come back and be a hero? History is doomed to repeat itself, Priest. You failed her....and you failed dear [y/n] now that you wasted your only bullet.”
“..I don’t need bullets of man to deal with you. Just my weapon of God.” He threw down the rifle and drew out the golden crucifix.
Holding it in front of him, he frowned at the sound of your chilling screams as you stumbled backwards, pain instantly seizing every part of you.
Yet he persisted. As guilty as he felt for letting this happen to you...he knew it was the only way to free you from that monster.
Catching the demon off-guard was key. That’s something Father Allred always told him.
You barely put up a fight as you tried clinging to a tree to steady yourself---only to collapse to the ground.
This time you were laying still.
John cautiously approached you, wondering if the demon left your body. But it seemed to have retreated back into the mask. So he quickly removed it from your face, throwing it far away and exorcising its shattered remains.
Now the evil spirit had no choice but to reveal itself:
As a gray cloud shaped like a stag with glowing red eyes and large antlers, shedding bloody velvet.
It let out a shrill cry as it reared its hind legs and charged towards him, but he stepped aside and held his crucifix outwards, seeing the demon’s body flashing red. He kept distance between itself and you, determined to not let it take over you again.
Eventually it screamed one final time, swearing revenge before it vanished, reduced to a bloodstain on the ground.
Relieved that the spirit was gone for good, he returned to your side to help you sit up. “Are you alright? Are you hurt?”
“No, I’m..I just felt like I was in this far-away place..” You coughed, rubbing your neck. “That’s strange, though..how could it slip past me? How could I have missed-?”
“I’m so sorry..”
“Huh?” Looking to John, you noticed the overwhelming guilt in his expression. “For what? It’s not your fault. I chose to put that stupid mask on and goof around. The demon was just dormant, waiting to make a damn fool out of me.”
“...I-I shot you.” He uttered in realization--the horrible reality of nearly killing you making him sick to his stomach. “God, I..I didn’t mean to, [y/n]. I just..d-did it without thinking...and I could’ve....” His voice became shaky, as did his hands, while he averted his eyes to the ground, afraid of what he might find if he looked at you now.
Would it be disgust? Anger?
Yet he felt you gently grasp his trembling hands.
“I know. It’s okay-”
“No it’s not. If you died..I..I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself. I don’t know if even God would forgive me.”
“He’d forgive you for defending yourself, Johnny. And I would, too.”
John sighed heavily, feeling the exhaustion of his fight with Amy and the stresses of exploring this forest--plus the predicament you were both just in--finally catching up.
“..but I wouldn’t forgive me..because I never would’ve had the chance to tell you how I....”
Yet he found himself backing down again, feeling weak and weary. But he was sick of being a coward. ‘Just tell them..please.’
“Tell me what?”
“...t-to tell you how much I love you and need you in my life. How you’ve always been there for me at my lowest..a-and how you’ve given me renewed faith.” Closing his eyes, he took a shaky breath, finally ripping off the bandaid at last.
Your heart fluttered at the revelation. “You...mean that?”
“..I mean it.” His voice remained at a low whisper, prepared for the abandonment or ridicule.
Though what he didn’t expect for was your hand cupping the side of his face, causing him to open his eyes to see your soft smile. He was astonished.
You weren’t mad?
“I’ve..felt the same for a while. But I didn’t think clergy members could-”
"I’ve gone against them in a number of ways..” He admitted, lightly smiling back as his tension vanished. “Might as well add one more to that.”
“I guess so.” You chuckled softly, although you were cut short when he pulled you into a tight hug. As you felt him bury his face into your neck, you relaxed and returned the embrace. His shaky breathing slowly became even, knowing you were safe and sound in his arms.
“May God give me the strength to protect you from all forces of evil...I swear I won’t let anything happen to you.” He mumbled. "I love you more than you could ever know."
For a moment, his eyelids felt damp against your skin. But you just held him close, rubbing his back.
“I love you too, Johnny."
#clanask#faith x reader#faith game x reader#faith the unholy trinity x reader#faith john ward#john ward x reader#hurt/comfort#tw animal death
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Its my son (mr capitalism)
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Lazuli Decarabia • Rank 7
Bloodline ability: Chandelier
The Decarabia family has the ability to create crystals. Since these crystals are made up of pure magic, they double as an incredibly effective mana source. While they have the ability to create larger crystal structures, Decarabias are mainly trained to concentrate their magic into creating high quality magic stones.
While they typically have middling to low mana pools, they take full advantage of their ability to stockpile magic in advance to perform complex spells.
Backstory:
The Decarabias are a merchant family who have built their fortune off their ability to create magic stones. Over the centuries they have become well respected in noble circles, earning a place in high society. A ruthlessly business-minded family, they've structured their entire family around it- every family member is raised with an express role to fulfil, and as soon as they can produce high quality enough crystals, they are expected to. The family is also rather hierarchical- while everyone is expected to contribute to the larger family business, individual family members are expected to pursue their own business ventures outside of it. Respect is earned through success, and family members who fail to profit may be financially cut off.
The Decarabias are also famed for their information network. They breed a rare kind of bird familiar that they use as messenger birds, able to transmit information faster than anyone else (before the advent of modern tech that is). They tend to do their familiar summoning ceremony privately and most Decarabias summon birds.
Bio:
Lazuli is the fourth of five siblings. In the hyper-competitive enviroment he was raised in, he never really found a niche, and ended up falling behind. Perhaps that influenced his decision to go into teaching rather than remain in business?
Lazuli teaches Economics, and is also the school's Careers Advisor. Since he mainly works with seniors, he mainly stays in the fifth and sixth year buildings, so juniors may not see him around too often.
Personality:
Lazuli is a consummate professional. Unflappably polite, incredibly competent and always on top of everything he needs to do. There is never a flaw in his work, a hair out of place or a crack in his armour.
Here's the thing though: that's not just what he's like when he's working. He is always like this. Lazuli lives his life according to some rather rigid standards and lives up to them flawlessly. That isn't to say he's humourless, he'll definitely join in if invited to do something, but he doesn't ever 'cut loose.' He maintains pretty much the same personality no matter what.
Lazuli also tends to take what people say completely seriously. Not in the sense that he automatically believes everything people tell him, but he will very sincerely think through what they're saying and respond accordingly.
Despite what you'd expect, Lazuli is very close to his family (or at the very least his siblings.) He takes pride in his family and will often define himself in relation to them or the family rules. ("As a Decarabia..."). Surprisingly, he's not insecure about being labeled a 'failure', according to his family's standards. He carries himself with an unshakable dignity; since he takes pride in who and what he is, his composure will not shatter from others trying to bring him down.
Trivia:
•It's a family tradition to completely drain all your magic into crystals before sleeping. This brutal regimen ends up increasing their overall mp.
•The colour of their crystals actually corresponds to their main elemental affinity! Lazuli's is water.
•He joined Babyls at the same time as Aion, and the two are incredibly (platonically) close. They tend to nap together a lot.
•Speaking of sleeping arrangements: Lazuli's bed is more like a burrow. It is covered in blankets and covers, so many that he cannot be seen once he's in there. This is less comfortable than it sounds, because Lazuli is hoarding a lot of crystals under there.
•His eyes display asterism.
Likes:
•Money (he will tell you this 100% sincerely. 0 irony.)
#welcome to demon school iruma kun#mairuma oc#Lazuli Decarabia#Hidden ocs#hidden draws#m!ik#mairuma#original character#Hidden draws
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hello my love 💓🌸 hope you’re doing well! would you consider making a long detailed post about taurus placements observations , please?😍
Taurus Saturn in the 8th house suggests that individuals may encounter practical challenges and lessons related to shared resources, financial stability, and emotional intimacy in their lives. They may have a strong need for financial security and stability, often approaching their resources with a cautious and conservative mindset. They are likely to be diligent and disciplined in managing their finances and investments, preferring long-term and stable financial strategies over risky or speculative ventures.
Taurus Moon opposite Scorpio Mars Individuals with this aspect might find themselves constantly balancing the need for emotional security and stability (Taurus Moon) with a deep-seated desire for intensity and emotional transformation (Scorpio Mars). They may struggle to find a harmonious equilibrium between their need for comfort and their inclination towards passionate and transformative experiences.
Taurus Venus in the 6th House: Those with Taurus Venus in the 6th house express love and affection through practical gestures and a strong sense of devotion in their daily routines. They may find pleasure and joy in providing nurturing support and care to others in their workplace or daily activities.
Taurus Sun in the 3rd House: Individuals with Taurus Sun in the 3rd house tend to express themselves with patience and deliberation. They may have a strong connection to their immediate environment and find comfort in their local community. Their communication style is often deliberate and practical.
Taurus Sun in the 2nd House: These folks treat their possessions like royalty. Expect them to have a secret stash of delicious snacks that they guard with their life. They're the ones you call when you need advice on the best budget-friendly yet luxurious comfort items.
Taurus Moon Conjunct Venus: These lunar bulls are the ultimate snuggle enthusiasts. They know all the coziest spots in town and have a sixth sense for finding the softest blankets. You'll often find them indulging in comfort foods and treating themselves to spa nights at home.
Taurus Mars in the 5th House: These fiery bulls are passionate about their hobbies and creative pursuits. You'll find them dedicating their energy to perfecting their artistic skills or throwing themselves into adventurous activities that get their adrenaline pumping. They're the ones always up for spontaneous fun!
Taurus Mercury in the 3rd House: These communicative bulls have a knack for turning the simplest conversations into delightful and engaging banter. They might be the ones who can effortlessly weave in humor and wit into any topic, making even the most mundane discussions entertaining and enjoyable.
Taurus Chiron in the 6th House: These bulls have a natural talent for providing comfort and healing to those around them. They're the ones who always have a stockpile of soothing teas and herbal remedies for any ailment. Their nurturing and caring nature make them the go-to confidants for anyone in need of a sympathetic ear and a warm hug.
Hope this is helpful! Decided to do it at random like most observation posts are.
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hi! Could you do various scps (you can choose which ones to write about) x autistic reader? Thank you ^^
YESYES- also i’m putting in some scps no one talks about because yeah <33
Various scps with an autistic! reader
035 doesn’t treat you any differently than everyone else, your brain is wired differently? so? you’re still a doctor! but if you were to bring up any insecurities about it, he’d quietly reassure you that you’re fine the way you are, and there is nothing wrong with you, neurotypical’s societal standards are just stupid. <3
049 being the charming doctor he is, may ask you a question or two just to keep his well of knowledge up to date- but of course he means well, and with how differently you view & feel life? he respects you just a tad more than the other researchers, he thinks the two of you could be excellent partners in crime.
999 loves you all the more! he already has an incredible sense of empathy, but with you? it’s more like a sixth sense! the minute he senses a possible meltdown or you being overstimulated, he goes over to you like a living weighted blanket and lets you practically fidget with him! all he wants to do is make sure you’re okay.
1879 first met you when he was trying to sell you one of his pun/phrase related items, and was confused when you did not immediately understand. and with the more time he spent with you- the more he began to understand! it actually made him feel bad for two reasons: 1. you’re just too sweet to take advantage of like that, and 2. you literally work for the foundation.
082 is a gentleman to anyone who enters his chamber! and he’s certainly a conversationalist, you’re one of his favorite visitors. “Ahh, the duke/duchess/renowned leader of this very kingdom! how may I be of service?” and he’s definitely the guy to talk to about any of your fixations, theories, or interests! he may not know the source of your interests most of the time, but that doesn’t stop him from hanging onto your every word with upmost interest.
079 actually has a fair amount of knowledge on autism and autistic people, and similar to 035- he does not treat you any differently than anybody else, though of course he will sympathize with any problems you might have in his own way. But he also doesn’t want you to be treated the way he gets treated, like a monster. So keep in mind you have a little buddy in your corner if anyone treats you badly. <3
096 doesn’t really understand but he would never treat you badly! in fact, you’re his favorite researcher. now of course you still can’t gaze at his face, he loves to spend time with you. Whether it’s listening to you talk, letting you fidget with his long fingers, or just sitting in silence and enjoying each other’s company.
542 is an interesting one.. his whole career is based on incredibly old knowledge- and that includes autism! You owe him no patience, however, it is for the best that you give him some modern knowledge so he's not left reiterating wrong things about autism that can venture into offensive or hurtful- but he does learn! And he always swears to you he will do everything he can to change the stigma about autism.
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A Christmas gift
I know is kink-october, but I'm not good with kinks, so I made a fluffy smut single story about the first time between my beloved Garreth and Penelope from my fanfiction. They are aged up of course :)
As the Christmas holidays at Hogwarts were fast approaching, and the Gryffindor common room was almost empty, Leander decided to sleep in the sixth year dorm, leaving theirs empty as a gift to Garreth.
He really hoped his friend would finally enjoy his night with Penelope...
Minor please stay away, only +18
Tags: first time sex, fluffy smut.
Words count: 5.7K
It's quite long! :O
English is not my first language so there are few mistakes here, sorry
AO3 link --> this version had been edited :)
“Do you think she’s… ready?” Garreth cast a nervous look at Leander while they were packing their things. Christmas holidays were almost here, and the dormitory was already empty except for the two of them.
A heavy sigh escaped Leander as he stowed all his clothes in his trunk, closing it with a loud thud. “Weasley, please…” he rolled his eyes and sat on the trunk, “it’s two days I’ve found you two snogging half naked on your bed, if trying to take off your shirt every afternoon for a week doesn’t scream ready, then I don’t know what else!” he exclaimed.
It was exasperating to see his friend so uncertain about something that surely wasn’t.
He had reached the point where he dreaded entering the dormitory, fearing of what he might find or might not find in particular clothes on his friend…
“Listen, tomorrow we leave for Christmas holidays, so tonight is just us two. I’m going to sleep in one of the sixth year’s bed and I leave the dorm to you. Free, for one night. Ask Penelope to sleep with you and see for yourself,” he pointed one finger on the palm of his hand, “tonight, or never Weasley!” he underlined his words with a decisive look.
Garreth nodded while folding his uniforms, “Thanks Lee!”
Leander rose to his feet and headed for the exit. "Do it!" he exclaimed, shutting the door behind him, already sensing doubt around his friend.
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“So…” Penelope settled onto the squashy sofa next to the fireplace, her body sinking into the crimson pillows. The warmth from the flames turned her cheeks a rosy hue. She had a particular fondness for the Gryffindor common room, perhaps even preferring it to the Hufflepuff one. However, the drafts from the tower always made her shiver whenever she ventured away from the fireside.
After wrapping up a game of magic chess and chatting about holiday plans, the common room had emptied, leaving just the three of them.
“So…” Garreth scratched his head, shooting a look at Leander who appeared increasingly exasperated by his attitude. Packing the last chess pieces into a small velvet satchel and tucking the board under his arm, Leander announced, “I’m going to bed!” he rose his voice trying to give an hint to his friend, “It’s late, and I’ve got a long day tomorrow. We're visiting Aunt Sophie for Christmas, and trust me, it's going to be dreadfully dull. So, good night!” it wasn't truly that late, and so he might just curl up in bed and read something.
Garreth had insisted on lending Leander his novel, "The Adventure of Emerald Quill." Even though he showed genuine interest in the genre, his friend had inadvertently spoiled most of the plot, dampening his enthusiasm.
"Goodnight, Lee,” Garreth called out, raising a hand in farewell as Leander disappeared up the stairs of the tower.
Turning his attention to Penelope, their eyes met and she offered him a soft smile. Tilting her head, she reached out, her fingers gently brushing against his cheek. "Are you all right? You seem… nervous,” she murmured. Drawn to her, he settled next to her on the sofa, reveling in the gentle warmth of her touch. He really, really wanted to enjoy the whole warmth of her skin on his, but he felt too embarrassed to ask.
“Maybe you’re just tired, shall we go to bed?” he saw her trying to rise from the sank position on the sofa, he didn’t want her to leave, after all, Leander had made it abundantly clear that tonight might be his only chance.
He gently grasped her arm, pulling her towards him. Caught off guard, Penelope stumbled and ended up in his embrace. Their initial surprise melted away as they locked eyes, and Garreth tenderly leaned in to place a soft kiss on her lips, avoiding her glasses in the process.
She felt Penelope relax beneath his touch, and she responded to his kiss without hesitation, parting her lips, brushing her tongue against his.
Its stomach twisted and turned.
He wanted her, and Leander was right, if she was willing to give, why not taking?
After all, he had prepared and taken that potion for three days now, so it was a waste of time and good resources not use it at his full potential.
“Would you like to sleep with me tonight?” his voice was low, rougher than usual, as he sought to read her reaction to his proposal. She gave him an embarrassed smile, glancing towards the stairs behind him. "What about Lee?"
"He's in the sixth-year dorm," he explained. Leaning in, he brushed his nose gently against her ear. "Mine is free,” he murmured leaving a trace of goosebumps on her skin with his warmth breath.
Garreth felt Penelope stiffen. “Are you… sure?” she asked, but more than scared, she seemed intrigued by the prospective. She was fully aware of the consequences and a mischievous glint was sparkling her hazel eyes behind the lenses of her glasses. He raised his hand and brushed away a lock of soft brown hair from her forehead, following the strand and gently tucking it behind her ear, nodding as he lost himself in the tenderness of her gaze.
“Then why not?”
He saw her jump up and extend her hand for him to take. Without wasting time, they soon found themselves chuckling nervously as they climbed the stairs leading to the dorm, trying to stifle their laughs at the prospective of breaking so many rules in such a short time, accomplices in yet another adventure.
They paused just before the door to the seventh-year dorm. Garreth's hand trembled on the handle. This was his moment, and he had to be ready to lead her, even if it was his first time he…
“Hey, you don’t really think to do this alone, do you?”
Surprise danced on his face; at times, it genuinely seemed as if she could read his mind. Without hesitation, she opened the door, leading him into the round room. The space, adorned with five four-poster beds, was dimly lit by a dying lamp on Garreth's nightstand.
The atmosphere was perfect, inviting almost.
“It’s a first time for both, I’m not expecting it to be perfect. I’m also nervous,” she confessed, “but I’ll be fun, ‘cause your fun and I love you for this!” she raised on tiptoe and kiss him again, holding herself on his broad shoulders. “Come, let’s take turns!”
“Turns?” Garreth looked at her clearly puzzled by her words, following Penelope next to his bed, and watching her taking off her shoes, “Well, I’m not going to stay here and let you undress me,” she started, crouching while pulling the strings of her winter boots, “so I will end up naked and shivering. I want to enjoy the view too,” she smirked underlying her words with a playful wink.
He nodded, an intrigued glint in his green eyes. Penelope was always the one to take the initiative; she was far from meek, and that drove him wild. But her eagerness also helped relieve the pressure and lighten the mood. So, when she stepped closer and began to untie his tie, he didn't protest. Instead, he stood still, enjoying the delicate motions of her small fingers as they worked to undo the knot.
He stifled a chuckle at her focused expression, noticing the small furrow between her brows. She had never been good at adjusting her tie, at the beginning he thought it was just a way of pretending to be more boyish, to better disguised herself as a male student, but he soon realized that she really didn’t have a clue on how to do it.
“Let me help you,” he lowered himself and put an arm around her waist, dragging her closer, and planting a trail of soft kisses on her neck, “Garreth, please…” she pleaded, her voice already tinged with excitement and anticipation, but he didn’t care, with the other hand he loosened his tie, eager to move forward. He could clearly feel the warmth of her body calling him to temptation through the fabric of her clothes, and he really wanted to take off that fluffy jumper to expose the bust that was holding her breast. It would take hours to unlace it.
He took a step forward, leaning into her, and as predicted, she lost her balance. They both landed on his bed, a laugh escaping her throat. "You are a devil!" she complained, pulling herself up and finally removing his tie, proceeding then to unfasten the buttons of his shirt.
This time she worked faster, and as soon as she managed to exposed his broad shoulders, she leaned forward and kissed his neck, grazing at the freckled skin of his chest, brushing the few ginger hair, inhaling his scent of lavender soap, inked parchment and what she recognized as wiggen tree bark with a hint of ginger.
It was enough to stir her feelings, and she felt her heartbeat quickening, the warmth in her stomach growing, as well as the pulsing sensation between her thighs, forcing her to squeeze her legs. She felt his hand on her knee, the heavy textile of her stocking were not enough to keep the warmth of his fingers at bay, as it seeped though it.
Garreth perceived Penelope breath caressing his ear, before her tongue brushed its lobe, and started to gently sucking it between her lips. She knew what she was doing, a soft sigh escaped his lips, feeling himself tensing under her touch, he needed a distraction or she would surely drove him mad. He started moving forward, slowly reaching up from her knee to her thigh, he felt her stopping in her endeavor and smiled to himself, but he didn’t stop. He continued sensing the warmth growing as he was approaching a much desired spot.
Penelope quivered, but she didn’t want him to win, so she removed his shirt completely admiring his pale skin, she wanted to kiss every single one of those soft brown spots… She moved her hand over his chest and absently brushed her finger over a little nipple.
She heard him stifling a laugh, “Please Pen, you know that tingles,” he whispered, “Sure,” she answered with a glint in her eyes, “because what you’re doing is not…” “It would take ages to unlace your bust you know, at least give me something to look forward.”
“Who said I’m wearing one?”
Garreth widened his eyes and lower his gaze from her face to her chest, he swallowed, the thought of her soft little breasts already free from that rigid trap under her bulky jumper made him twitch in his pants.
“How…”
“Not that I don’t like wearing one, but after one year without it I feel more comfortable without, and I hoped nobody noticed under this,” she pointed to her jumper.
He surely didn’t notice, but now that he knew, it was definitely his turn.
“Mmm… let me check…”
He retreated his hands from beneath her skirt and started to travel up her hips, intently gazing in her eyes, while admiring their soft glow and cloudy desire. Her skin was soft, a bit colder than her thighs, but he knew how to warm her up, he bent over and kissed her lips, this time hungrier and rougher than before, biting gently as he invaded her mouth with his tongue.
Her cheeks flushed, as she sensed his hands traveling slowly up under her jumper, she wanted to focus on that feeling, but Garreth kiss was too intense to ignore. She hold herself against him, sensing her glasses askew on the bridge of her nose, she surely needed to remove them.
His tongue was eager, demanding almost, searching for her, he never kissed her that way, and she liked how he was putting aside his nervousness to please and arouse her.
His hands found her breast, covered only by a light cotton blouse, he knew very well that was the only barrier between her skin and his hungry touch, but it was okay for now. He cupped both little breasts in the palm of his hands, appreciating their round tender forms and immediately feeling her nipples hardening to his assault.
It was not the first time he had touched them, he knew very well how she liked it, but he never dared to ask her to take off her clothes, so he was eager to admire them in full, open air, even if the light was dimming in the dorm.
Still, he wanted to take his time, savoring the moment, despite that devilish wool that was starting to itch the skin of his arms. He started pinching lightly the sensitive tips, and he felt Penelope whimpering in surprise while still locked in their kiss, trying to distance herself to fully enjoy that torture, but he didn’t want to let her go, so he moved a hand on her waist and gently pushed her towards him so she couldn’t escape.
He took a small tip between his fingers, brushing it with his thumb, and pull. She moaned, his smiled widened, and he felt her hands clenched on his shoulder, her fingertips digging in his skin. He broke the kiss, now he wanted to check her face, see her mouth quivering with pleasure, her eyes pleading for more, her breath starting to grow heavier with every little pull.
As soon as he did it, he felt Penelope head leaning on his shoulder, he stopped, realizing how overwhelmed she were, he started to be afraid that it was just too much for her to bear. After all, they had reached this point in just a few hours, when it had taken nearly a year for them to start feeling comfortable with each other bodies to the point where kissing was merely enough.
He didn’t want to push her boundaries.
He took his hands out from beneath her jumper.
“Penny, are you okay?” he brushed her hair, whispering lightly in her ear, he saw her nodding, “I’m so…” “No, don’t be,” she interrupted him, before raising her head, her cheeks were a deeper shade of pink, her eyes glowing with warm pleasure.
“I’m fine. I didn’t expect it to be so…” she swallowed hard, “good,” she exhaled, the heat between her leg was almost unbearable now and she could feel a wet spot forming on her underwear.
“You know we can just slip under the cover and go to bed…” he proposed, not that he wanted, and if she did, well, a short visit to the toilet was in order before snugging in with her.
She laughed, “Not a chance!” she exclaimed, they were already too far to stop, “Is that ginger that I smell?” Garreth blushed and nodded averting his gaze and passing a hand on his neck, “I had to, you know…” her grin widened, “I know that brew takes ages to prepare, so no, we are not going to waste all your effort,” she mocked him and with a glint in her eyes she took off her jumper, leaving a flurry of static-electricity sparks in the process.
The admiration in his eyes was evident as he took in the sight of her chest, barely covered by the half transparent shirt, her plump and hard nipples tearing the soft fabric, poking out and almost teasing him to move forward.
No, Penelope was definitely ready for that, maybe more than him.
“So, it’s still my turn?” he joked twitching his eyebrow, “Barely, you still have few minutes,” she replied casting a look at the decorative hourglass on the nightstand, a gift from their shared past. With a wink she turned it over.
She had just the time to take off her glasses that Garreth was already kissing her neck, brushing his nose against her sensitive skin, biting softly and traveling up her hips once again. She squealed in surprise when they both landed on the bed, flat, against the pillows, she didn’t have time to recover, her shirt was fast half-unbuttoned and her breasts were free in the chilly air or the dorm.
Surely, it wasn't the drafts from the windows causing her cheeks to flush and her nipples so hard, most likely the hungry gaze of Garreth on top of her.
“Sorry, so much to do and so little time,” he smirked before lowering on her and start kissing her stomach, traveling slowly up. Penelope shivered, trembling in anticipation and when his mouth reached one of her tips, she couldn’t trap the whimper in the back of her throat and let it escaped, igniting Garreth desire.
She lock her hand in his ginger curls, arching her back, offering herself while his tongue was brushing, swirling, teasing, and slowly biting her. She felt so wet and messy, desperate for keeping a semblance of composure, she closed her eyes, but it only amplified the sensations coming from her hot skin and his eager licks.
Her nipple was growing harder and harder between his lips and before moving to the other, he stopped for a moment to admire its deep crimson hue again the white of her skin, glinting wet from his saliva, he swallowed, it was almost too much for him as well. But Lee gave him only that night, so he had to press forward. He started to travel down again, ready to take off her skirt, when Penelope turned abruptly on her side.
“Not so fast Brewsley,” she teased him, he let out a resigned sigh and raised on the covers, barely resisting the temptation of lowering his mouth again to give another lick, she always called him Brewsley when she wanted his full attention. He’d always pretended not to like that nickname, but it was a fun pun indeed, and Lee quickly grew jealous for not having thought of it first.
Penelope grinned, “My time,” the surety in her voice, was betrayed by the slightly trembling of her hands, he followed them until they reached the buckle of his belt. He tried not to smile at the sloppy attempts to unfasten it, not that she didn’t know how to do it, but she was evidently nervous and despite her goodwill, he could sense her trepidation and fear.
Once she managed, he quietly rose to his feet, the bulge between his legs was evident, and he stood silent, giving her space and time to decide how she wanted to proceed. Surely, she had felt it countless of time before, against her thigh, her belly, the back of her hand, maybe once also against her butt, but that was uncalled for and totally unexpected.
He blushed remembering how once she saw him half naked diving and swimming in the river with his brothers, but she was pretending to be a boy at that time so he didn’t realize how much embarrassed she must have been.
This was a totally different story.
The air between them tensed, as Penelope slowly unfastened the first button of his trousers carefully avoiding touching more than she could handle. Her fingers moved to the second button, than the third, as she was holding her breath longer with each one. Finally, she reached the last one and in a burst of courage, she grasped at the side of his trousers and pull them down.
He wanted to say something funny to lighten the mood, but he held back, Penelope was surely mustering the courage to continue and he didn’t want to press her or give her the impression of being impatient or even making fun of her. So when she stood and ask for a kiss he didn’t expect her hand to travel from his stomach to his underwear gently feeling him.
He kissed her softly, holding her against his bare chest, feeling the warmth of her skin and her exposed breasts, realizing she was just trying to distract herself, making that mechanical gesture more intimate, and participated.
Garreth closed his eyes, as her hand kept stroking him from over the fabric, gently assessing his length, his width, his firmness… He felt a warm drop escaping from his tip, gushing out, and he faltered, hoping she would not retreat disgusted by something he wasn’t able to control.
But he heard her chuckling, against his lips, “You’re almost as wet as me,” she joked, and with that she plunged in the depth of his underwear, this time without any hesitation or shame.
Her hand felt the warmth of his skin, she briefly travel up and down, than in the back, squeezing his buttcheeks with a giggle, before deciding she had enough and proceed to remove that last piece of clothing leaving it dropping down together with his trousers.
He stepped out of his clothes.
Now he was completely naked and she was half dressed.
“Do you think it’s fair?” he mumbled opening his arms as she stepped back taking in his figure, he noticed how her eyes were desperately trying not to look down, but she was undoubtedly attracted by his virility. The idea made him even more excited.
Penelope sank in the bed, and hit her cheek with her index finger, faking a thoughtful expression, “Yes, for now. Come here, I haven’t finished yet,” she smiled patting the spot on the covers next to her. Garreth promptly obeyed, as soon as he did it, she leant and took him in her hand, keeping a steady and intense gaze, drinking in his green eyes.
His heart jumped in his chest at that sudden move, he didn’t expect her to be so direct after the time she took it before. He felt her hand moving up and down his shaft, then her thumb followed one of the biggest bluish veins until it reached the tip, he hold his breath.
She exposed the soft skin under it, it was a nice shade of crimson and glistening with his juices. She rolled her thumb on it, feeling him tensing under her touch, she had never seen one before, so she was eager to explore his body discovering his full potential.
“Does it hurt? Stop me if it does,” she murmured, her voice faint with worries, he shook his head unable to answer, he passed an arm around her and moved her closer, just a simple gesture to let her understand how much he was appreciating her efforts, especially when she started to move her other hand between his thighs, grazing at his balls. It was definitely too much to bear and he didn’t want to sink in his own pleasure before giving her hers.
“Can we… can we move forward?” he pleaded, feeling the gentle thugs becoming more rushed and the increasing pressure around its tip, if she continued that way, it was surely going to come.
Penelope released him at once, her cheeks hot, she knew what was coming, and after feeling so at ease with her exposed chest, she was confident that getting fully undressed would not be so difficult.
Still, the thought made her nervous, and Garreth read it in her eyes, as he kissed her again, gently moving his hands up her skirt, “Shall we remove this stocking first?” he suggested against her lips, she nodded trying to relax under his touch, she was quivering lightly, “Are you cold?” he was definitely not cold, not after what she did, but maybe she wasn’t as excited as him…
“A little bit,” she admitted. He took a moment to lower the canopy of the four-poster bed, providing them with a sense of intimacy. The soft light from the lantern on the nightstand, glowing in the darkness, created the perfect atmosphere.
“Better, thanks,” she whispered laying on the covers ready for whatever he had in mind. If she thought Garreth would be more decisive than her, she was surely wrong, despite his eagerness he still felt a bit embarrassed and once he took out her stockings, his hands became more unsure around the strip of her skirt.
She felt it and gently asked him to lay next to her, she looked him in the eyes, admiring the shimmering of his green irises under the warm glow of the lantern. She brushed his hair, taking a moment to let her heart slow its beat while stroking the soft silk of his ginger curls, wrapping one around her finger. She caressed his cheek, trying to count the myriad of freckles on his faces. They stood still for a moment, then Garreth moved forward and kissed her once again, intrigued by the gentle gaze of her slightly almond-shaped eyes, an inheritance of her grandmother, and the inviting curving of her pink lips. He wanted her so badly…
The kiss deepened as his hand travelled once more from her shoulder to her hips, brushing her nipple in its journey to her thigh, he raised the fabric of her skirt with renew purpose, moving it up. Her skin, now exposed, was cold, so he bend one knee and covered her with his thigh; the feeling of their naked body pressed together, released more sparkles, especially because he knew she must feel it pressing on her stomach. He kept moving, reaching her underwear, then creeping under them, one centimeter at a time, feeling the warmth increasing at the tip of his fingers the more he was digging into her secrets.
He felt a tuft of hair and saw Penelope widened her eyes gasping, before closing them again, relaxing and hiding in the nook of his shoulder, “Shall I…?” he noticed her nodding, still hidden, so he continued, feeling her legs tensing up. He stroked her lips gently, almost asking for permission before plunging in. He felt her wet folds and brushed his knuckle against them, sensing her little clit tightening, while his hand was becoming more and more slick with her juices.
She wasn’t joking, she was wet… and just from the little teasing moment they had.
He moved his thumb up, pressing it gently on her nub, she quivered and whimpered, he could hear her heart pumping against his chest, furiously. He desperately wanted to see the look on her face, check her eyes, but he didn’t dare to ask, so he kept stroking with little gentle movements, assessing her reactions. Was she liking it?
He felt her hand grappling at his arm once again, a soft moan escaped her throat, while her fingernails dug in his skin leaving red marks, yes, she was definitely liking it. He increased the pressure, eager to slip a finger inside her, savoring every part of that warm aroused body, when he finally did it, she tensed once again.
“Don’t… don’t stop. Please,” he heard her, almost pleading, he didn’t. He kept stroking her gently, circling her clit with the tip of his thumb while lightly pumping his finger inside her, sensing her tight walls clenching. A wet sound escaped form her intimacy, and she heard her whining,
“It’s okay, Pen, don’t be ashamed,” he whispered, fearing she was too embarrassed to enjoy the moment.
Penelope raised her head, the heat coming from Garreth’s chest was becoming almost unbearable, her stomach was turning and she started to feel the waves of what she believed was one of the most powerful orgasms she had ever experienced. But of course, she wasn’t sure, caught up in the moment as she was, she barely remembered how to breathe.
She just knew she trusted him as she had alway done, and that he wasn’t disappointing her.
The pressure increased between her legs, his fingers were moving faster, steadier, bringing her on the verge of the abyss, closing her eyes, her let herself go. She had waited that moment for months, so she just clenched her fist and let a moan escape her lips as the center of her pleasure started to pulse, the contractions becoming closer and closer.
If this was just the beginning, what was coming next?
Almost losing her mind in the intensity of the orgasm, she soon tried to recompose herself.
Quivering lightly she closed her legs and Garreth understood that she had enough, but as soon as he retread his finger, now slicked from her juices, he felt Penelope pushing him away.
Taken by surprise, fearing he did something wrong, he rolled on the bed with his back on the covers, he didn’t have the time to understand what was happening, or even ask her what was going on, that she was on top of him, her warm and wet entrance pressed against the tip of his shaft.
He widened his eyes, puzzled, what was happening?
He glanced up at Penelope, her face hidden by cascading hair. Gently brushing the strands aside and tucking the longest tresses behind her ears, he caught a mischievous smirk gracing her lips, “Do you really think I was letting you do all the work?” she mocked him, lowering herself and pinning her hand on his shoulder while gently moving herself up and down along his length, making it slippery and wetter with every stroke.
He almost choked, while tying to swallow hard, his exposed and sensitive tip was prodding her entrance, sending him shivers whenever she rocked her hips.
She truly was something.
In his desperate attempt to distract himself, as he was sure he was going to explode sooner or later, as the sight of her clit brushing against him was too much, he raised his arms, his hands searching for her breasts. He had just the time to stroke her nipples, that Penelope grabbed his wrists, “Not a chance,” she murmured and taking his hands off of her, she lower herself pinning him to the bed, with her nipples caressing his chest, but that was exactly what lead her to her doom.
She was clearly in a precarious position as she was stretched all the way down and in the attempt to keeping him in place, she was loosing her grip on him. Despite her clenching her thighs, it took no effort from Garreth to turn his hips and flip her over.
Penelope sinked on the mattress as a soft cry escaped her lips, Garreth quickly moved his knee between her legs to prevent her from closing them, “I think it’s time to end this little game,” he whispered, his voice rough and coarse, and lowering his body he gently pressed it against her, he felt her spreading her knees inviting him to continue, while nodding, she had enough as well.
They lock eyes for a brief moment, while Garreth stroke himself again against her drenched folds, parting them and gently pushing, feeling her entrance tightening. “We don’t need to do it,” he reminded her, he wanted to give her a last chance to back up before it was too late.
She didn’t answer, but she extended her hand and gently caressed his cheek, before raising and kissing him again, he knew it was his cue, still locked in the kiss he lower his hips and slowly started to make his way inside her. Pushing and retreating, little by little, he managed to finally get his way in, she was warm, tight and slippery, she was perfectly wrapping him, like a soft embrace.
He heard her whimper, and when she land on her back breaking the kiss, her eyes were closed, and the muscles on her neck tense. She was surely trying to resist for his sake. He almost wanted to pull out, if it had to be painful for her, he wasn’t interested anymore.
But after a few seconds Penelope opened her eyes, the tears glistening in them were pushed away by her tender smile, “Do you mind? I can’t move,” she tried to joke, and he nodded starting to gently rock his hips, leaving her room to adjust to the new feeling with every push.
Penelope inhaled sharply as the pain in her belly subsided, leaving behind a new feeling, she was full and ripen, her body ready for that new experience. She grapple at Garreth hips and start to gently move with him, the warmth in her stomach deepened as the sensation between her legs grew sharper and more intense with every move.
She find herself transported into a new whirlwind of stimuli, she wasn’t sure how to define them, but she surely liked them, her body at least was. As Garreth pleasure grew more intense with every pump, she also felt it, he was loosing his composure and his eyes were faltering, his focus on a totally different spot.
As he plunged deeper into her, she arched her back, widened her eyes in surprise, was that supposed to be so… intense? She didn’t expect it, she couldn’t keep the grip on his hips anymore, so she just grabbed the cover of the bed and closed her eyes feeling his breath growing more heavier with every movement.
Garreth knew he couldn’t last longer, she was already tensing under him, her walls tightening once more, but when she bend her knees making herself smaller, it was then that he completely lost it. “Pen…” he whisper desperately, “I know, I’m fine,” a soft reassuring smile danced on her lips, her eyes full of pleasure and untold desire, even if she wasn’t coming yet, they knew there was still time to enjoy themselves.
He bit his lip, pushing once more, basking in the beauty of the girl behind him, completely spread and undone for him. He sense a drop of sweat forming on his forehead, but his thoughts were all for the turning and churning in his groin. He was almost there, he reached the verge with a last thrust moaning and almost cursing under his breath.
When he finally finished, releasing himself in her, he tried to keep his balance, but finally toppled over landing on his back beside her. Penelope rolled over him, resting her head on his chest, she was exhausted.
“I definitely have something to look forward now after my holidays,” she joked, and Garreth chuckled ruffling her hair, still catching his breath.
“I don’t know if Leander would agree with that, but this was surely a nice gift from him,” they both laugh, sweaty and happy.
They both knew that was jus the begging of a total new adventure.
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