#however his desire for attention is an ego thing.

[wandaspup]

Sinners

Summary: In a small town, you try living up to your mother’s expectations while encountering Wanda Maximoff, a mysterious woman and a childhood friend of your mothers. It leaves you questioning her intentions and your beliefs. 

Parings: Wanda x Fem R

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Warnings: Manipulation, degrading, praise, strap on, mommy kink, dubcon, your fictional mother isn’t nice, stalking

Author notes: Things to consider before reading: You are 19 years old while Wanda is 36. There is no smut in this for now! I'm not familiar with the bible so please do not take this seriously. It's only fiction.

The handles are warm as you push the double doors open of the church, their hinges creaking softly in response to the intrusion. As the door swung apart, it revealed the dimly lit interior bathed in sunlight whistling through the skylight. Thousands of dust particles scattered around the beams, casting a glow. On either side of the church, the stained-glass windows painted with vivid patterns, painted their shadows on the polished floor. 

As you lingered behind your parents, hands clasped together at your front. The four walls of the church momentarily silenced the bustling streets before more people entered, quiet murmurs spreading across the churchgoers. People passed by to take their seats, some offered greetings to your parents, while others remarked on how you have grown into a fine young lady. Your family was well known for the small church gatherings they hosted, always extending their hospitality to the community. However, you could not shake the feeling your parents’ ego was involved, driven by their desires to keep their status. Your mother seemed intent on being the best, regardless of the situation, while your father followed her lead. 

Lost in your head, you hadn’t noticed the priest approaching your parents until he stood before them, a gentle smile on his lips. “Good morning, everyone,” he greeted, his voice warm and inviting. “I trust you all found yourselves well?”

“Certainly, Father Steve. It’s always a pleasure,” your mother affirmed with a nod, her hand briefly resting on the priest’s arm. Beside her, your father offered a gentle squeeze of 

Father Steve’s hand.

His eyes landed on you, a wide grin reaching his face as he moved between your parents. Your feet shuffled beneath you, a slight bow to your head as he addressed you directly. 

“My child, you are growing quite fast,” he remarked warmly. “I’m sure your mother and father must be so proud of you.”

You nodded, a faint uncertainty lingering in your response. “I hope so,” you murmured softly. Your gaze flicked over to them, your mother’s stern facade causing a tightness in your stomach. Before the tension could linger further, the priest politely excused himself to begin the ceremony. You followed your parents towards the front row, Father Steve took his place at the altar.

Your mother, focused on the moment, spared no mind at you, her hushed reminder to keep your posture straight and your head forward as you took your seat beside her. 

The urge to roll your eyes was strong, but you fought against it, instead clenching your fists tightly against your thighs and felt your jaw tense and your teeth grind together in frustration. A flicker of movement draws your attention. A woman sitting on the right far end at the fourth row lingering on the edge of your sight, compelling you to get a glance.

Father Steve gently echoes through the church, drawing your focus back to the front with swift precision. “As we gather here today, let us remember the grace and mercy of our Lord, who is our eternal Savior. With his love God watches over us, guiding and protecting us. We strive to lead by good deeds by following his teachings and commandments, we can trust him for his protection.”

“But let’s not forget we are human, mistakes are bound to happen. God will not judge for our mistakes and in his eyes there is always the opportunity for redemption. Through prayers we can seek forgiveness for our sins."

The final sigh of amen hangs in the air, marking the end of the prayer. You can sense your mother stares before she gets up along with the rest from the row. Your thoughts briefly drift to the encounter with the mysterious woman before refocusing. You got up and followed behind your parents, still you couldn’t keep your eyes forward as you searched for the woman. 

Approaching the altar, the chalice tipped gently down as you savored the taste of bitterness on your tongue. You move for the next person, your head down fixed at the worn out tiles. 

A sudden collision made you come back to reality. “I am so sorry.”

“No harm done, honey,” she chuckled softly, so husky yet smooth. “I’m Wanda.” She happily says and extends her hands for a greeting. 

You gave your name and took her offer, your hands met in a firm grasp. Wanda was undeniable beauty, her cheekbones formed natural crowns on her face. The strange sensation from earlier startled within, however you pushed them aside and ignored it. 

“Well I should be getting back to my parents.”

“Of course don’t let me keep you.” 

Everything about her kept you wondering who she was. Her face was so recognizable, you pushed yourself to remember where you had last seen her. 

With everyone getting their share, you navigated past the rows where your parents were engrossed in conversation near the doors. Your mother’s words echoed at the tip of your ears, reminding you how impolite It is to interrupt. So you lingered on the side, fidgeting with your hands as your gaze remained fixed on Wanda. You didn’t know how long you stood there before your mother called out your name, finally getting your attention on the third call. 

“You’ve been out of it all day, pull yourself together now.” 

“Yes, mother, I’m sorry,” you gritted out, feeling anger settle in you. 

You squinted as you emerged out of the doors, stuffing your hands in your pockets as you jogged down the three steps. Families and friends crowded outside while you watched, your parents, well your mother couldn’t help but throw her sentimental joy at people's faces. With a sigh, you kicked a small pebble across the ground. 

Just then, they’ve come to join you where you stood, thankful to be leaving. But as you all started towards the car, the small shriek of your mother’s voice halted both you and your father. You looked up seeing Wanda heading towards you, her presence alone twisting your insides. 

Surprised, your mother’s eyes widened as fixed on the red head. “Wanda?" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with disbelief.

Shaking off the feeling, you reassured yourself that you were just being paranoid about Wanda. There’s no way you could forget a face like hers. It’d be ridiculous not to remember meeting a woman with such elegance. Wanda appeared as a flawless Barbie doll, ravishing with politeness and beauty. Her demeanor seemed almost too perfect to be real. 

Wanda chuckled, her arm draping over your mother’s shoulder with a sharp but soft expression. “Surprised to see me?” She teased.

“You never told me when you were coming.”

With a casual shrug, she stepped back, her gaze briefly landing on you and your father before focusing elsewhere. You tapped your feet, swaying one of them back and forth by your heels. Something about her still didn't settle right with you. It seemed she knew your mother well, what a consequence. You observed your father and can tell he knew her as well. 

“Well, you know me. I always enjoy making an entrance. Arrived yesterday morning and managed to snag a room at that quaint little motel. Your town is absolutely lovely.”

Your father greeted Wanda with a firm handshake before turning to you. "This is our daughter," he said, his hand gently patting your shoulder, urging you forward as though you were still a small child. 

Wanda waved her hand, dismissing the encounter. “Oh, we already met in the church.” She gave you a little pat on your arm, leaving her hand there for a little second longer.

She winked and you felt goosebumps scatter through your body as you stood confused why this woman who you never met before besides a brief encounter was making you feel this way. 

“How about you coming over for dinner tomorrow? We’d love to have you.” 

Wanda nodded and clasped her hands together, a smile broke out on her lips. “I’ll be there.”

End notes: I was supposed to tag someone but I forgot their user! so if you see this I'm sorry ):

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[clowndensation]

x if anything about this feels like it doesn't fit, that's because you don't understand the profound effect charoum and gorty have had on each other.

[yzzart]

"𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫."

pairing: young!Coriolanus Snow x f!reader.

summary: the only one who could calm a winter was you.

warnings: +18!, oral sex, f!receiving, biting, mention of manipulation, sexual content, explicit content and explicit words + take a look at the masterlist!

word count: 1.055!

Feelings of dissatisfaction, injustice and stress dominated Coriolanus Snow's chest daily; not to mention the sparks of anger that his heart fired every day. — Stunned thoughts circled the boy's head.

And it was, in fact, impressive how Coriolanus knew how to disguise, and even control, what he felt; no one from the Capital could describe or bring out anything bad in his beautiful, young face. — Besides Casca Highbottom, of course; one of the reasons for the boy's countless headaches. — He remained neutral, sometimes with a compassionate smile and moved on.

He acted as if nothing and no frustration were in his life.

However, Coriolanus had a peculiar and unique way of releasing everything he felt, all those mixed emotions and sensations; and involved you. — Specifically, being between your thighs.

Coriolanus loved —no, he loved— devouring you. Boy Snow, if he had the chance or the power, could stay all day, all the time, with his face in your beautiful, oh-so-good pussy; and that is not an exaggeration, ever. — He never believed in words of belief or rumors of the second plane of life that was perfect, but Snow had found paradise between your thighs.

Before eating your pussy, Coriolanus always leaves small, wet kisses near the area; at certain moments, some small provocative bites. — Such a affectionate, sweet and intimate gesture and you fell even more in love with that white-haired boy. — Soon, he attacked like a hunt after its prey.

Coriolanus's poisonous tongue ran through your folds, sucking them with pleasure and desire; quickly, paying attention to your swollen and needy clitoris with great pleasure. — He licked, sucked and sucked your little bud with exuberance and dedication; the Snow boy gave his best, especially to you.

The environment in his room, besides being hot and dimly lit, was full of moans and whimpers that escaped your lips. — God, your moans were so sweet, naive and formed a melody in Coriolanus' ears; the sounds that came out of your mouth were divine. — A piously work of art.

The name of your lover, which came out inappropriately and stuttered, echoed through the walls and if you doubted it, it could be heard in the other rooms of your house. — Mentally, you were grateful for your parents' prolonged absence. — Like the song of an extravagant bird.

Those crystal blue eyes, clouded with pure desire and lust, gazed at you; more than usual, in fact. — Your beautiful and so cute little face reveling in pleasure, your cheeks in a reddish tone and some strands of hair stuck to your forehead; discreet tears were present on one of her cheeks. — You were the most beautiful thing Coriolanus saw in his entire life.

And the fact that you belonged to him made his ego-swollen chest even better.

There were no more financial problems, family matters to be resolved or the academy or fucking Highbottom, there was no longer anything that made his life hell. — Only you were on his mind, his attention and focus.

"Coryo…!" — His name came out in a slurred and fragile way as more tears slowly fell from your graceful face; a shock when you felt the contact of Coriolanus' teeth on your clitoris awakened in your body. — He would be, at least, a little cruel to you, however, you denied that with all your strength.

A vibration in your wet region accompanied your warm body, an enigmatic laugh from the Snow boy upon witnessing your reaction. — Making a point of making one more contact, but leaving a gentle nibble; eliciting a thin scream from you.

Your legs were shaking, your chest was rising and falling without any kind of control, not to mention that your head and mind were completely melted; no thought with notion or consciousness presented itself. — Pleasure, distress, pain and a burning sensation of being used by Snow ripped through your heart. — On the bright side, you were helping your dear lover, right?

"C-Coryo, Coryo!" — The stimulation and speed of his tongue began to accelerate and become more abrupt, becoming too much for you. — "I'll go... I'll go." — You couldn't even complete a mediocre sentence.

You were so naive, such a precious little thing, trying to warn him that you were about to cum as if Coriolanus didn't recognize your body. — He knew when you were about to cum, Coriolanus knew your body better than you. — Like a book he read countless times to the point where he memorized every word written in it.

Oh, the Snow boy was proud of that.

"Come on, my little bird." — Coriolanus hated, perhaps that's too strong a word, birds, but you were an exception; a beautiful and unique exception. — "I want you to let it all out." — It wasn't a request, a loving request, it was an order along with a pinch made by his lips.

Regardless, your orgasm was intense, causing a strong delirium in your delightful and sensitive mind. — Coriolanus was definitely in paradise and his taste was magnificent; a flavor he could never get sick of. — He licked and sucked your release, delighting himself and getting it dirty on his sculpted chin.

Coriolanus's large, thin hands opened your thighs even further with the intention of not leaving even a drop of your juices. — Like a hungry animal, not even leaving the carcass for others.

The heavy feeling of exhaustion and a drowsy wave controlled your body slowly even though you forced yourself to stay awake and full. — Snow sucked your energy, leaving nothing left for you. — An exhausted smile formed on your lips as you looked at Coriolanus; now, he left affectionate and grateful kisses on your thighs. — You loved that damn young man.

"My good girl…" — Coriolanus felt your heavy gazes. — "…you did such a good job for me." — Your heart accelerated, you didn't know how to answer if it was about what had happened or the affectionate way he praised your; you didn’t care either way.

You didn't even have the strength to answer him, so just your sweet and tired smile was enough for Coriolanus. — He was so proud, more than he already was, and he longed for more; he always wanted more.

And in the end, he would have. — Like every animal, it would get its prey in the blink of an eye.

[dhorrl]

NNN-Katsuki Bakugo

Katsuki/Reader

Content/Trigger warnings: Edging, fingering, oral, cursing, NNN

Enjoy the fic? I made a bot to go with it!

17 days… he had made it 17 days without touching or even so much as looking at you in any sort of sexual way, though that was slowly becoming more and more difficult.

That's how you ended up here, sprawled beneath him on the couch, still fully clothed, though his hands gradually made their way under everything, fingers splayed out over every inch of your skin. You had tried and failed to push him off you as he ripped off your most innocent pair of pajamas, a baggy and overworn pair of Dynamight-themed pants that you deliberately put on to dress more modestly.

"I'm not gonna cum, just wanna touch on you. Maybe, put the tip in… I promise I'm not gonna cum." His voice was ragged, trembling with barely contained desire. He was already aware of the consequences of his actions but couldn't help himself.

"Kats… we both know it won't just be the tip, and we both know you'll cum. Come on, babe, do you really wanna lose this challenge to Denki? That pervert is still going strong!" You knew the only way to attempt to reign him in at this point was to attack his ego, his need to be the best at everything.

Katsuki grumbled, a fresh wave of determination washing over him; there was no way he would lose to that dunce face. However, that didn't stop him from leaning forward and capturing your lips with his own, growling into them.

"Fuck, babe… why do you have to be so irresistible?" His cock strained against his boxers as he tried to push away the urge to sink into you, reminding himself again of this damned challenge.

"Fine! I won't fuck you, at least not tonight," he smirked, his red eyes burning into your own. "Just let me touch you." His hand slipped back under your shirt; his release might be off the table, but there was nothing in the rules about pleasuring you.

You covered your face, stifling the moan that slipped from your lips. You had been abstaining as well in support of Katsuki, but his hands always worked magic against your skin. He pushed your shirt up over your bare chest, latching onto your nipple, swirling his tongue aggressively while his free hand pinched the other, trying to pull more of those delicious sounds from your lips.

Katsuki was thoroughly enjoying the torture he was putting you through despite his own hunger for attention. Hearing your moans did things to him, brought out those inherent primitive desires that he'd be more than keen to act on any other month. Suddenly, Katsuki had an idea, one that could potentially help him get through the rest of this hellish month or be his complete undoing.

"How 'bout this... I'll get you off as many times as you want, and in return, I get to feel your mouth on me?" He proposed, his voice husky as the image of you taking him into your mouth flashed in his mind. "It doesn't count if I don't cum, right?"

You let out an almost pained shudder, mouth watering at the thought. "Fine… if you wanna edge the fuck out of yourself, then it's your fucking funeral."

"Deal." With an animalistic growl, he pulled your panties down, his gaze falling on the glistening pool of arousal coating your cunt, fluttering around nothing as you felt his hands sliding up your thighs.

He was so fucking hard it hurt, his cock begging for release - a release that he knew he couldn't afford. Once he felt you relax into his touch, he slid two of his fingers inside you, enjoying the wet sloshing sounds your pussy made around his fingers.

"Fuck, babe. You’re so fucking wet." His voice was low and husky, trying to keep his breathing under control. A groan escaped his lips as he felt you clench around his fingers - he really was teetering on the edge, but he was determined. His thumb started rubbing against your clit, his rough thumb flicking over the sensitivity bud.

"Fuck... you're gonna cum for me, aren't you babe?" You were panting under him, legs shaking violently as he pushed you over the edge. Your hand reached down to grab his wrist, fucking yourself against it as you came undone, screaming his name.

“Kat-su-ki!” Your eyes rolled back as the mind-numbing orgasm hit you hard and fast.

"Fuck, baby... you look so fucking hot when you cum," he growled, pressing a sloppy kiss to your neck.

He continued to thrust his fingers in and out, relishing the wet squelching noises around them. Those sounds, along with the sight of you squirming beneath him, were enough to drive any man insane, and Katsuki was already teetering on the edge. But he had to hold out. He had to finish this thing, no matter what.

Once he was sure you had come down from your high, he withdrew his fingers, bringing them up to his lips to taste. The taste of your arousal was nothing short of intoxicating, quickly replaced by the feeling of emptiness as he realized he couldn't have you the way he wanted. With shaking hands, he unbuckled his pants, his massive length thudding against his stomach. "Your turn, babe, now get to fucking work."

You grinned sadistically as you switched positions, pushing him onto his back. You had never seen him this hard, cock like solid steel. Your lips eagerly descended on him, taking him to the hilt, tongue swirling around to suck down all of the endless amounts of pre-cum dripping down.

His groan echoed through the room, hands instinctively entwining in your hair as he gripped it firmly. Every nerve in his body was on fire as you took him in, your warm mouth enveloping him, causing him to buck up involuntarily.

"Shit, babe…" His hips twitched, desperate to thrust in time with your motions, but he refrained. His hands were twitching, every instinct in his body screaming at him to shove deeper into your welcoming mouth, take what was rightfully his, and paint the back of your throat with his seed. Despite the heavenly feeling, Katsuki was teetering on the edge of an explosion he couldn't afford.

The sight of you between his thighs, his length disappearing into your mouth and then reappearing, slick and glistening, was enough to drive him crazy. He was pulsating, so close to the edge. He had never felt anything this intense; the feeling of your warm lips enveloping his cock, not to mention the torturous pleasure of being so close to climax without the release, was a new experience to him, and he had to admit he was enjoying it – at least a part of him.

"Fuck..." Barely able to keep his self-control, Katsuki tightened his grip on your hair and pulled you away with a groan. "Stop... I'm gonna fucking...ugh...."

You grinned, dragging your lips off his shaft with a satisfying pop, chin dripping with saliva. "Alright, babe, you got what you wanted, right up to the edge. Since when are you such a masochist?"

"No fucking comment, princess," Katsuki grumbled, a blush creeping onto his face. Pulling you against him, he shoved his tongue in your mouth to claim the lingering taste of himself. On any other day, Katsuki would have flipped you onto your back and fucked you into the cushions, giving you both the release he so desperately craved. But for now, he'll have to bide his time and bite his tongue.

He huffed, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead as he stared at you with wild eyes, his chest rising and falling with every shaky breath he took. His was still hard as a rock, but the moment had passed, and he somehow managed to retain control. He reached down, adjusting his painful cock into his pants. "I'm going to take a cold shower; I fucking need one now."

[guxciestone]

— pursuing your dream career. ❞

(pick a card reading)

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hi! i hope you’re having a good day. if you have any tarot or astrology post recommendations, i’ll be willing to considering it. thank you and god bless <3

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what is your dream career?

- The main goal for almost everyone in this pile is to achieve a career that gives you financial security, recognition, and success. You aspire to be one of the greats at what you do and gain respect for it. I feel like these are the people who want to become doctors, surgeons, architects, engineers, or lawyers—much more serious and important careers that guarantees a prominent status in society and financial stability. A small group of you may want to pursue a business and become a CEO. Other careers that come to mind are accountants, real estate agents, financial advisors. For a few of you, you want to become a florist or gardener—something with flowers or gardens.

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how can you get there?

- There’s two different energies coming through. For the first group, it seems to be that you focus a lot on validation and attention from others in regards to your career success, maybe even the financial stability that comes with it. You view your desired career as a means to get some type of recognition, status, class, or appreciation from other people. I feel for some of you in this group, you probably want to do your current career path only for the financial or status success. There’s too much focus on this part. In order to get to your desired career, you need to focus less on the superficial results and focus on your actual passion for the career. Passion and determination is what really gets you to where you want to be in life. Reconsider it if that’s the case. The results will be worth it, but only focusing on the results will take you away from doing the actual work that comes with it. For the second group, in order to get to your desired career, you need to put yourself and your brand out there. This is especially if you are a business owner or real estate agent. Build connections with others and gain more attention to pet others know about your work.

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what qualities do you bring to the table?

- One of the qualities that you bring to the table is your ability to create something beautiful. You are a very creative person who has a sense of art, beauty, and pleasure. This is particularly for the entrepreneurs, florists, and gardeners. Additionally, you are charming and know how to handle people. This is useful if your career requires socialization and gaining connections. You are also very likable and a good communicator.

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where can you find assistance?

- You are significantly blessed because I feel you can find assistance almost everywhere. Your spirit guides or higher self could be working behind the scenes to give you advice or help in the most casual ways; whether that be through the internet or conversations with family members. However, I believe it might be hard for you to find assistance is due to your ego or stubbornness. You might refuse to get help because you believe everything you do is right. It is okay to accept help. You’re not going to be perfect at everything you do on the first try. I feel there’s a particular older masculine energy in your life who may be pursuing the same career who can help.

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what needs attention?

- The thing that needs attention is, again, your stubbornness. There’s this refusal to learn from your mistakes as well as accept advice from other people. This may get in the way your potential and dream career success. For a particular group of you, you are also losing track of your workings and goals. It is important to get right back on track if any personal problems is what got in your way.

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what is your dream career?

- Your dream career may be unconventional or a career that is doesn’t promise success most of the time. This pile is for the people who are desiring out of the usual career choices. Career such as a musician, rapper, business owner are appearing. For a significant group of you, I feel like you want to step into the adult industry. Perhaps your family or loved ones may not approve of what career you’re going after. They may think it’s not a reliable career or a career that is respectable enough. I highly believe whatever you want to do it is solely because of passion. Passion is all you really need.

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how can you get there?

- It is important to be regular with your efforts. I feel like consistency and constantly working on your effort is what will guarantee you success. This is especially if you are pursuing a music career or building up your agility to be a good dancer. There’s also the need for funding as well, there’s monetary importance coming through. If you are especially trying to run a business or pursue a music career, make sure to be more deliberate with your spendings. Save up your money in a special account just for your career efforts. Perhaps find investors or supporters in your personal life who are willing to fund your passions.

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what qualities do you bring to the table?

- You aren’t afraid to go against the grain, no matter if you are seen as a rebel or devil’s advocate to people. You are going to stay being a trailblazer and building your own path. You may have a unique look for a few of you. You also do not mind standing for other rebels or people who are scrutinized on for being different and standing out. Whether that be people who are pursuing the same career as you, or people who are trying to go against the grain in some way as well. You are an amazing supporter, and you get along with others. You know how to lift other’s up. Your confidence is definite.

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where can you find assistance?

- It is possible that you are used to being criticized or scrutinized for the things you choose to do with your life, so not to mention, you might have tons of haters. However, you might have a close knit group of loved ones whom you trust—maybe even friends. It seems to me what you need most is motivation apart from this scrutiny you receive. Stick around the people who supported you the most and you’re guaranteed to reach higher levels. You are someone who thrives better when you are around people who want the best for you.

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what needs attention?

- The thing that needs attention is where you spend your energy. You may be someone who strives to look after others or spend much time around certain energies or activities that aren’t necessarily good for you in the long run. However, it is important to savor your energy for your endeavors as well. For a few of you, there could be substance abuse problems, a toxic friend, etc. Whatever this energy may be, it is time to cut it off to go further in pursuing your dream career.

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what is your dream career?

- These are the natural born leaders, you are born to inspire or handle others. I’m getting this energy that you are someone who is well-rounded; you are talented in multiple areas and there are multiple careers you want to excel in. You are a jack-of-all-trades. Freelancing and job hopping might be something you are doing or considering right now. You might love the thought of curating your ideas into something physical and gaining success from it. Careers appearing is CEO, business person, ambassadors, marketing and advertisement. I’m also seeing a few of you have an interest in sports and want to become an athlete! Some of you might want to create and sell literal art such as paintings, digital drawings, etc. Most definitely what you are striving to become, you are 100% passionate about it. I am hearing you have lots of charisma.

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how can you get there?

- I feel like you need to allow yourself to think big. There is never a dream too unrealistic or impossible. It is okay to have huge goals for yourself. In order to get there, you need to learn how stop dimming your light in an effort to “humble yourself”—If you want to dream big and do great things, then go for it with no shame and apologies. Most importantly, connect with your inner child and make sure you are genuinely enjoying that process of creating art or perfecting your art. Do not take it too serious and have fun while improving. This is especially if you want to become an athlete or a literal artist.

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what qualities do you bring to the table?

- A special quality you bring to the table is your persistence and undeniable resilience. No matter what others say or what happens, you always pick yourself back up go after what is meant for you. For some of you, whatever you are going for in terms of your career, you may have been striving towards it for years. People wonder how you haven’t given up yet. You are also more afraid to try different routes even if it is not what you are accustomed to. There is this fearlessness and unapologetic courage that helps you with pursuing your dreams.

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where can you find assistance?

- There seems to be a need for balance in your life; this could be a balance between profession and pleasure. Some of you may be taking too much of a serious approach towards your success, and the other group might be lacking around too much. I feel there could be a female figure or feminine energy in your life who could accompany you and give you some pointers and motivation. This could be a mother, auntie, or grandma. For some of you, there could be a feminine energy that is no longer with you trying to communicate with you about pursuing your passion. They are trying to motivate and comfort you. They are trying to get you back on track or tell you to relax.

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what needs attention?

- Once again, there is a strong need to balance profession and pleasure. Most of you may be too serious in your approaches to your dreams to the point where you are ruining your love for it. It is possible you have only made the time to take on your passion during a time when you are trying to go after your career. It is important to make sure to enjoy your passion from personal moments as well. Enjoy your passion just for the sole purpose of being happy and getting in touch with who you are again. It doesn’t have to always be for your goals.

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what is your dream career?

- Your dream career is a career you most likely had dreams about being ever since you were a little kid. You are definitely passionate about it. Your career has themes related to traveling, airplanes, or being in the air. Career that are appearing is the military—(perhaps the air force), a travel/home nurse, or a pilot. I’m also getting that some of you loves exploring new cultures and traveling to different places and may want to become a tourist or travel/food blogger. There is the sense of freedom and happiness when it comes to this career you desire. You’d feel on the top of the world, figuratively or literally, if you pursued it. Others might want to become a therapist, regular nurse, psychologist, or something in the nursing area.

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how can you get there?

- Some of you may struggle with social anxiety and the fear of being far from home and your loved ones. One huge step you can take to get there is to break out of this fear or anxiety you have. This is most notable if you are definitely pursuing a career such as the military or travel because you are more than likely going to far from home and have to meet different types of people every day. If it helps, try to take small steps out of your comfort zone such as going to small parties, saying hi to people walking down the street, or being more active in social activities at work or school.

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what qualities do you bring to the table?

- You have this ability to soothe and comfort others, especially individuals who are grieving or going through deep troubles in life. This quality is beneficial if some of you want to become therapists. You have this talent of knowing how to analyze others and how they feel and find an exact way that can help them, and you might be a good communicator and know exactly what to say to calm others. Even if you are far away from your loved ones, you know how to make them you are right with them.

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where can you find assistance?

- There is particularly a younger person coming through. This may be a friend, sibling, cousin, or even a child in your family like a nephew or niece. This person has the power to inspire you to take leaps and go into the unknown with no fear and worry. This person is jovial and enthusiastic about life. They have the ability to change your morals and thought patterns entirely. They will truly uplift and encourage you when you communicate with them. They try to push you to step out of your shell and not be afraid of the consequences. They are a bit of a rebel though.

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what needs attention?

- The thing that needs attention is your guilty mindset and imposter syndrome. There is to be ashamed of in wanting to travel the world, explore your choices, or be far from where you came from. If you feel this is what is right for you, go for it. You might have a very supportive family who instead wants you to leave where you came from to grow and find yourself. It is important to battle that part of yourself that stops you from doing so because that may be gorilla greatest enemy. For another few of you, there may a certain person in your life who is guilt tripping you into not going for those dreams because you’ll be far away. Do not care for what they say, do what makes you happy. They do not control you. You cannot let them get in the way of what you you want to do. Some of you may even find a partnership while traveling or distancing from your hometown.

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[shiny-holographic-star]

Sirene (1009) in synastry observations

In my defense, I'm a mutable dominant person, I can't keep up with schedules and thrive in my own chaos 💙

Sirene conjunct Sun in synastry can mean thst the Sirene person seeks the attention and validation of the sun person. I have this with my dad :') I also had it (loosely, 3° orb) with the mean girl of my class, and I have to admit that I did want her validation before and even after knowing how she really was. I just really wanted her approval for some reason?

In another situation, I was the sun and my crush the sirene. He would do things to grab my attention, and it did boost my ego. However, he would just naturally have all my attention lmao he didn't need to lift a finger for that.

With the same guy, his Sun squared my Sirene, and I swear he had a problem with me. Squares are supposed to bring internal tension, and both sides would be defensive of their principles. He was prideful and I was closed off. We had other conflicting aspects.

With the mean girl I also had my Sirene sextile her Uranus, and sometimes she would come to me and be more friendly. Truly unpredictable.

Maybe it was her Sirene sextile my Mars that made me desire a frienship with her, but her on an off attitude made me very angry.

I had my Sirene inconjunct a close friend's Sun, and I felt as if I wasn't super important in her life. She had other friends and other priorities. After high school we parted ways.

Positive aspscts btw Sirene and Jupiter (including the semisextile) makes the Jupiter person feel attracted (romantically or platonically) to the Sirene person. I have this with friends and crushes.

Sirene square Jupiter could mean that one of the two thinks that the other one is unapproachable or doesn't want their attention.

Having Sirene conjunct someone's Chiron might make the Chiron person feel that the Sirene person went through the same pain, like they were on the same boat. Chiron person might want to help or be on the Sirene's person side. I have this with a friend, me being the Chiron person, and I feelt that we had kind of a similar experience in high school.

It could also mean that the Chiron person can project their pain and insecurities on the Sirene person who just wanted to get close to them.

Sun semi-square Sirene can make the sun person too prideful to get closer to the Sirene person. I was the sun person and I couldn't get to lower my barriers with the Sirene person, I didn't know where the resistance was coming from.

Sirene in a positive aspect to Mercury can make the Mercury person want to talk or text with the Sirene person. Also, the Mercury person can like or be attracted to the Sirene person's voice.

However I did have my Mercury opposing a guy's Sirene, and I started to talk to him through social media. His Sirene was in my 11th house (technology, internet, social media).

[theclassiccosmic]

Pick a Pile / March Epiphanies

Images from Instagram & @hikayelertukendii

PILE 1 - White Tulips

Pile 1 - 6 of Pentacles Reversed, Page of Wands, Knight of Cups, Nine of Wands, Ten of Swords Reversed

Miracles, Strength, Tenacity, Fortitude, End of Suffering

You are stronger than you know. I’m getting the image of the Disney movie, Hercules. He is raised by his mortal parents, always having to be careful with his strength and abilities. However, in this time, it’s like you are coming “online” to the fact that this is your authentic identity. No more “being careful”, no more hiding. You’re taking a leap in something, even if you’re scared. As soon as you take that leap, I see miracles being rained down on you! Yes, babe!! You are leaning into your strong leadership role. You’re being your true self, even if you’ve been told that you are usually “too much” for people. Let those people go find less. You are embracing who you are now. You are loving yourself. You are filling your own cup. You should be so so proud of yourself! I’m proud of you <3

Oracle Cards: Quiet Your Mind, My Heart is Open to Love, Radiate Confidence

These tell me that you should take time to regularly meditate or pray. Everyday. Your thoughts become things, so make sure you’re quieting your mind daily. This will bring out your best timeline. Grounding will make you more confident, less anxious. Embracing your authenticity will open your heart up to love. Loving yourself, loving others, attracting a romantic partner. This will all culminate for you, as you *actively* participate in bringing it in. Spirit and the Universe/God, is always here for you. They are cheering you on as you enter this new chapter!

Song for Pile 1: Can I Jump? - Freya Ridings

PILE 2 - Red Tulips

Pile 2 - Five of Cups Reversed, The Emperor, Three of Pentacles, Queen of Pentacles

This will be a month for you to release a toxic ex or situationship. This connection left you out in the cold. It was all you initiating and desiring (ie. You doing everything, and them not doing sh*t) Too one sided. You might have met them at work, like you two work together, or you went to their place of business looking for a service and met them (like the barista at your local coffee shop). But here’s the thing, your attention was only the first way they were *taking* from you. You were also giving your power away by giving their establishment money (examples that I’m getting: paying for coffee, continually going to them to groom your dog, going to them for some sort of healing service - chiropractor, reiki, massage). And they just kept taking! Bc they knew you liked them and their ego was getting stroked. But not anymore!! With the Queen of Pentacles and The Emperor I’m seeing you taking your power back! They were bleeding you dry, keeping you disempowered, until you reached a big mental shift and energetic upgrade (could be peaking this month!) Finally you are coming out of the cold (this pile is the only one where the flowers are in the snow - coincidence? I think not). You are choosing yourself. You are realizing that you are worth more. You are worth reciprocal energy exchanges. You are worth receiving as well as giving. You are worth the Sun being shone on YOU instead of the other way around all of the time. Yes, babe! I’m loving this for you!

Oracle Cards: I Release All Negative Energy, Surrender to the Spirit Energy, Strong Brave Bold, You Will Not Stand in the Shadow of Another

The Oracle cards even speak of this being a negative/toxic connection. Actively work on releasing it (cord cutting ceremonies, meditation, journaling), they are not worthy of you boo! You are strong, brave and bold and sometimes people see that, and instead of being *attracted* to it in a romantic way, they are drawn to it in a way that brings forth envy. They want to take it from you. But like these Oracle Cards say, You will NOT stand in the shadow of another! It’s giving…self respect okay! Move on and watch your glow up explode!!

Song for Pile 2: We Can’t Be Friends (Wait for Your Love) - Ariana Grande

PILE 3 - Lilac Tulips

Pile 3 - Strength, Four of Wands Reversed, Six of Pentacles Reversed, Queen of Swords Reversed, Ace of Swords

3 out of your 5 cards came out reversed. You’re definitely laying something down now. “Laying down the struggle” is what just came through. In the deck that I’m using, even your upright Ace of Swords is showing a hand dropping the sword. You’re not fighting anymore. You’re done making life hard. I’m getting this visual of that old Disney movie The Sword and the Stone. In all of your cards, your swords and your wands are pointing down, they’re falling. I’m seeing them fall into the stone from that movie. And then you come along, with all of your innate intuitive power, and pull them out. You are making what hurt you, now *work* for you. You better get it, fam. Side note: when I looked up that movie, the year really called out to me. It was made in 1963, and when I look up the angel number 1963 online it says “Angel Number 1963 asks you to trust and believe that you will always have plenty to care for yourself and your loved ones. Know that you are able to confidently serve your life purpose and soul mission with your wants and needs being met along the way. The angels and Universal Energies will ensure that your material needs are always met in Divine right time. Trust that the Universe provides all.” [Sacred Scribes blogspot] Which brings me to the energy of the Strength card. On my deck, strength is represented by the bull. Very much like a Taurus. You may have a Taurus Mars {the planet of action and doing) or you may have a lot of Taurus or fixed energy in your birth chart. Either way, this is telling me that everything is going at the pace in which it should. Divine timing is at play right now. I’m feeling like some of you may have been feeling frustrated by how long this “healing journey” has been going on for you. Peep what the oracle messages had for you “everything will reveal itself in time”.

Oracle Cards: My Destiny Will Reveal Itself in Time, Surrender to the Spirit Energy, Consider All Your Options Before Acting, Let Go of Things That No Longer Serve You

There is healing happening here. You are surrendering. You are trusting the divine timing of it all. And if you’re *not* doing that, then the message here is for you to lean more into that this month. It is imperative for your growth and ascension. In life we must let go of things, people, environments that no longer serve us. It’s sad but it’s true, not everyone is meant to go with you on this journey. Consider your options. Trust your intuition. Don’t let others make your decision for you. Make the decisions and life choices that will make your heart happy. In doing so, you will let go of a lot of hurt and strife that you are no longer meant to be experiencing, love. You’ve got this!!

Song for Pile 3: Now is the Hour - The 1975

DM me for personal/private readings or if you’d like to dive deeper into one of these piles! Until next time -xo

[lizzieonka]

Unpopular opinion: There is no Link Click “trio.” It’s just the ShiGuang Duo + Qiao Ling

Now, before the Qiao Ling fans come after me, I just want to make it clear that I do not hate Qiao Ling. She’s a queen, and I love her. What I do hate, however, is the writers’ neglect of her character.

Warning: This will contain major Link Click season 1 and 2 spoilers.

Cheng Xiaoshi, Lu Guang, and Qiao Ling have been marketed as the main trio right from the OPs and EDs all the way to the different official artworks and PVs. But despite this, Qiao Ling has never been portrayed like a protagonist in the story itself. Her value has always been tied to some other character, and what’s sadder is that even as a supporting character, she’s still being neglected by the writers.

Cheng Xiaoshi and Lu Guang both have something in themselves that push the story forward. Cheng Xiaoshi’s recklessness in s1 is what gives tension to the dives and what leads to the overarching plot related to Emma. His planning in s2 also keeps the plot going. On the other hand, Lu Guang acts as the voice of reason, grounding the fantasy aspect of the show. His hypocrisy revealed in s2 also reshapes how we view the entire story.

But what about Qiao Ling?

Throughout most of season 1, she’s been kept in the dark about ShiGuang’s powers, which in turn excludes her from a big part of the story. In s1, it was only during the kidnapping arc that we see a bit more about her, but the focus wasn’t on her at all but on some random extra. And at the last episode when she finally gets to be in on the whole eye power thing, Li Tianchen possesses her, overshadowing Qiao Ling entirely and redirecting our attention and interest to him. (Extra: In season 1, between Qiao Ling and Emma, would you dare say Qiao Ling is the protagonist? I bet you won’t.)

Then in s2, despite Qiao Ling’s extra screen time and more involvement in the plot, the neglect of her character is even more palpable. She got possessed by a murderer, nearly killed her friend, and even tried to stab her own brother, but even after all these, we barely get to see how she had to process everything.

It’s really no surprise many people loved this scene:

This, for me, is the one time, the ONE time Qiao Ling is portrayed as a character on equal grounds with Cheng Xiaoshi and Lu Guang. If Link Click were a sports anime, this would be the scene where she discards her role as the female manager over a bunch of male athletes and expresses her desire to become a player as well.

But unfortunately, after this episode, Qiao Ling is once again pushed to the sidelines. She’s a player now, yes, but a player who’s just being pushed along the game. She may take the initiative in some things (like talking to Li Tianxi), but even then, the things she do are all still just to help her friends. You know, like a supporting character. None of what she’s doing is for herself alone. (If any Blue Lock fans are reading this, Qiao Ling has no “ego,” so to speak.)

Qiao Ling has no goals of her own, and this is how the writers failed her.

All the other major characters have their own goals. Heck, even the antagonists are more like protagonists than Qiao Ling.

Cheng Xiaoshi wants to find his parents. And he also just wants to help the people he meets in dives

Lu Guang selfishly broke the rules of time travel just to keep one man alive and will do it again if he must

Li Tianxi betrays her brother and Qian Jin just to find a way home

Li Tianchen approaches ShiGuang and later kidnaps Cheng Xiaoshi because he also wants to go home

And Liu Xiao wants to, I don’t know, change the rules of time and space entirely?

God, writing that last bullet makes me realize that even Liu Xiao, who only showed up in the last episode of season 2, has more weight in the story than Qiao Ling. This is ridiculous.

Seriously, what is Qiao Ling even here for??? Play big sister???

Just market her as a supporting character. It’s fine. She’s still badass.

I also don’t have much hopes over how she will be in season 3 because of how season 2 ended. Qiao Ling seeing Lu Guang’s memories means her worth in s3 will inevitably be tied to this secret. It’s the s1 ending all over again. At the end of s1, her worth was tied to the mysterious Red Eyes. At the end of s2, it’s tied to Lu Guang.

If the Link Click writers are gonna keep pushing her as a protagonist, then they better start treating her like one!

It’s not enough to just give Qiao Ling a goal, by the way (although it is very important too). She must also become a player who has the power to control how the game goes. If she ends up inheriting Li Tianxi’s powers, as many theories have said, then may the drama around her not be focused on how she may leak Lu Guang’s secret at any time.

I don’t know what she could do with her powers, but I think it would be very interesting if she ends up opposing Lu Guang.

Lu Guang wants to keep Cheng Xiaoshi alive, but...

...he’s no longer alive. The Cheng Xiaoshi we see is just a glimpse of the past...

What if… as Qiao Ling sees more of Lu Guang’s memories, she sees more of the real Cheng Xiaoshi and suddenly… wants to let go… wants to move on?

The fandom have talked a lot about how ShiGuang may react once the secret is out. But what about how Qiao Ling would react to it over time as she realizes those memories weren’t just her overthinking things?

In season 1, she couldn’t bear to face that kid’s father for years, and at the end of s2, she couldn’t bear to confront Lu Guang… In s3, how long can she bear looking at her dead brother?

The chances of her “giving up” Cheng Xiaoshi and returning to the original timeline is slim, though. I’m just giving an example of how she can be more like a protagonist.

Anyways, I’ll end here… I still have so many thoughts, but I can’t figure out how to organize them. This has also been in my drafts for over two weeks and I just want to post it already!

[sunshines-legacy]

Pining in the Undercroft Pt2 - Sebastian Sallow

Read part one here!

Pairing - Sebastian Sallow x Female MC

Word count - 1.6k

Warnings/tags - Smut, neck kissing, unprotected sex, All characters are 18+, NOT PROOFREAD

Summary - Sebastian finds his best friend moaning his name in the undercroft after an argument.

A/N - This took so long to write TvT Im gonna be so fr I was baked the entire time I wrote this lmao And if you notice any inconsistencies with their position please forgive me! Some things may have gotten jumbled when I was writing the second draft.. ANYWAYS I hope yall enjoy! Also constructive criticism is welcome! <3

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“Sebastian.. Fuck me..”

The Slytherin in question froze, shocked by the Hufflepuff’s sudden request. Just that morning they’d only considered each other friends. Despite that, Sebastian had been dreaming of hearing those words fall from her lips. Now that it’s finally happening, he cursed himself for freezing. For a long moment, all he could do was look down at her with those puppy eyes that she fell in love with. That was until those very eyes darkened and resembled more of a wolf than a puppy.

Sebastian let out a low chuckle before crashing his lips onto hers. She responded, in kind, by granting him access to her tongue when his own flicked over her lips. Sebastian pressed his knee against her core as a reward for her obedience. She whined into his mouth as she rolled her hips against his leg.

With her wrists bound, Sunshine brought them over Sebastian’s head to take firm fistfuls of his hair. The freckled boy smiled against her lips as her nails scraped his scalp before tugging his hair lightly. He pulled away from the kiss, breathing heavier than before as they rested their foreheads together.

After a moment of basking in each other, Sebastian moved his hands from her hips to his shirt, unbuttoning it as fast as his shaking hands would let him. When his shirt hung open, Sunshine soaked in the sight, rolling her lip between her teeth. With his ego thoroughly inflated, Sebastian stood up and unbuckled his bet. His lips curved into a teasing smile watching her eyes widen when he dropped his pants and boxers.

“Enjoying the view, are we?” His teasing tone ever present despite the barely tamed desire in his words.

“Oh yes, I am quite enjoying it,” She quipped back, admiring his size. She licked her lips at the bead of pre on his tip before her eyes flickered up to meet his. She squirmed under his increasingly ravenous gaze and opened her legs more, inviting him in.

He retook his place between her legs, his dick standing at attention as he lowered his hips. Sunshine let out small whines when he rubbed the head through her folds. He let out a stuttered breath as he looked upon her form. Her naked body laid bare to him, hands tied, and an eager smile waiting for him. Her half-lidded eyes shown so much trust alongside her ever growing desire.

He ran a hand up her thighs, feeling her flesh under his fingers and relishing in the way she shuddered under his touch. His other hand pressed his length against her. He pushed it in. Only a few inches at first but her gasp encouraged him to push in further. He halted, however, when she drew his attention with a pained whimper. Snapping his head up to look at her, he observed her scrunched face.

“Should I stop?”

Sunshine shook her head. “No. Keep going.” Her breathy voice made Sebastian week in the knees but he obliged her.

The Slytherin boy let out a breath of relief before returning his focus to burying his length in her cunt. Pushing the rest in as gently as he could to minimize her discomfort, he nearly unloaded right then, seeing how his cock disappeared inside her. She let out a small sigh of contentment as their hips met and he filled her so perfectly.

“Is this okay, Darling?” Sebastian asked, leaning forward, holding her hips in place. He really wished he would just shut up and ravish her already. He barely held back long enough to get her answer. She was just so tight around him... so warm. Her greedy cunt sucked him in with such desperation he could’ve laughed.

“Yes.” she whispered resolutely. Eager eyes followed Sebastian’s movements as he pulled out halfway before easing his cock back in. He repeated that, moving as slowly as he could stand, earning low hums of approval from the girl beneath him.

His hands left trails of fire on her skin as they roamed her body. One hand moved to caress her thigh and his other hand indulged in her breasts, squeezing and groping the supple flesh. His hips rolled, the new motion had Sunshine squirming as his cock stroked against her G-spot. After hearing her pleased whimpers, Sebastian couldn’t restrain himself any more. He pulled out almost all the way and before Sunshine could utter a word, he slammed into her.

Sunshine’s back arched and her head lolled back on the arm of the couch. Her mouth hung agape as a string of mewls fell from her lips. When she finally gathered the energy to open her eyes, she found Sebastian staring down at her with half-lidded eyes that closed in bliss with every thrust, and a pussy-drunk smile.

The sound of skin slapping alongside a chorus of grunts and moans echoed through the Undercroft, rebounding the symphonies of their pleasure. Sebastian pushed her thigh up until it pressed against her breast, the new position granting deeper access and his head kissed her cervix.

The familiar knot of upcoming ecstasy wound itself as Sunshine rolled her hips up to meet his. Her hands strained against their restraints and she whined, wanting to touch him too. Noticing her nonverbal request, he made quick work of the tie and dropped it to the floor. As he expected, her arms wrapped around him and clawed at his back, desperate for something sturdy to hold as she spun in a whirlwind of pleasure.

He dragged his hand over her skin, feeling every dip and curve, until it made contact with her clit. She sucked in a harsh breath at the sudden jolt of pleasure. Sebastian groaned, his cock throbbing as her walls squeezed around him. She called out his name and he responded in kind by rubbing a firm circle on her clit. It was electric and her body twitched as he kept teasing the bundle of nerves.

Hearing his name fall from her lips so perfectly, over and over, made him dizzy with desire. He snapped his hips into her and earned such pretty sounds from the girl beneath him. Sebastian let her leg fall from his shoulder to wrap around his middle while he kept abusing her clit. She tugged at his hair, begging him to go faster.

He obliged her request and increased his speed, in tandem with his breath. Sunshine babbled nonsense, her brain turned to mush with her second orgasm peaking around the corner. The only coherent word that fell from her lips was his name. And the only thought in her head was him.

Sunshine’s whole body tensed in his grasp and her mouth hung agape as he coaxed her closer to her orgasm. But it was only when he leaned down and bit down on her shoulder did she fall over the edge and plunge into pleasure. Her walls fluttered around him and he fucked her through her orgasm. His slow pace eased her back to reality. But before she was fully back, Sebastian sped up and slammed into her, sending her head spinning and body buzzing with overstimulation.

Chasing his own high, Sebastian sped up even more, his thrusts getting sloppier until his hips stuttered. He threw his head back and let out a guttural moan as he shot his load into her as deep as it would go. He pulled out a little bit, only to slam back in and shooting the rest of his seed.

What was previously a symphony of moans and tell-tale sounds of sex, was now just the lulling of their heavy breaths mixing with the cool air of the chamber.

Before Sebastian could pull out fully, Sunshine stopped him with a tug on his hair. He looked up at her, chest rising and falling.

“Can we just stay like this for a bit?” She asked softly, refusing to meet his gaze.

“You like my cock inside you that much, Princess?” He chuckled with a knowing smile. Her eyes widened, and her cheeks blazed. Sebastian winked cheekily and she only scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“And so what if I do?” She frowned at him but her legs squeezed him closer to her, locking him in place.

He chuckled and leaned forward to press open mouthed kisses along her neck and jawline, relishing the sounds she granted him. Locking eyes with her again, Sebastian gazed into her soul, into her very existence. And she gazed back.

The two laid there together for a long time. First in comfortable silence, then chatting and laughing. Eventually, they agreed that it may be suspicious how long they’ve been away. They had almost surely missed curfew.

Sebastian pulled out slowly and let out a shaky breath. He watched with a proud smile as his sperm leaked from her messy hole. He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead before standing. He slipped on his boxers then found his wand discarded on the floor. He cast the cleaning charm and frowned slightly as his sperm was sucked up into the tip of his wand.

“Why don’t we just stay here tonight? It’d probably be safer than trying to get back to our common rooms so late.” Sunshine suggested sleepily, a yawn trailing after her words.

“If you insist, love,” Sebastian kissed her forehead again before transfiguring the couch into a king sized, four poster bed.

“Impressive~” Sunshine cooed teasingly as Sebastian climbed in next to her. Despite his rolled eyes, a grin tugged at his lips.

“I am quite impressive, aren’t I?” He wrapped a loose arm around her waist as their legs tangled together. She let out a soft hum, too tired to even attempt a response. Soon, sleep had overtaken her. Sebastian pressed a long kiss to the crown of her head before following her to land of dreams.

[ay0nha]

LIFE IS BUT A DREAM | SHANKS (OPLA)

SUMMARY: You had done unspeakable things, figuring it was an acceptable way to siphon your affection. You were young and blinded by false idolization. Shanks chose to see the best in you, even now, even after everything. He, too, was blinded by an image of you that hadn’t changed since you were young. 

PAIRING: OPLA!Shanks x f!reader (Gold D. Roger's daughter)

WORDS COUNT: 3K~

WARNINGS: canon-typical things, enemies to lovers, jail, talk of death and things related, morally grey reader, ANGST, RUSHED ending, flowery language, injuries, blood, murder, random ocs (aka fictional villains inserts), idk really what the plot is besides just straight angst lol, etc.

A/N: I got a couple of Shanks requests, so I combined them all as they were very similar. Thank you SO much to @wood-white-writer for inspiring my reader and helping me along, and @togenabi for entertaining my rambling! I'm begging you to go check out their fics because they are *divine*. Enjoy.

The waves that thrust against the coast lulled you into a meditative state. It made the time pass with uncertainty. Even the briny smell of the warm breeze cradled you in a way that pulled the weight from your shoulders. 

You never thought jail to be so idyllic. 

It was tempting to postpone your escape for a bit longer; there were only so many opportunities to stretch your spine and rest.  Yet, your left eye twitched, warning you your premonition was soon to be true. 

It was on the simpler side, a vision of dark shadows intentionally elusive. The bars that separated you from the world were bent, promising damage from the strength that wasn’t your own. You knew he was coming. It was sooner than you thought, but you learned long ago that your foresight would never be reliable.

It favored him over you. 

When you were younger, you thought you were crazy, seeing apparitions or former lives. However, as years passed, familiar faces began to fill your vision, showing truths you became excited to fulfill. But they became warped with opposing desires and reverberating fear wreathed with vindication. 

It made things sour and sore. It allowed trouble to seek you out just to be ill-prepared for your counter. It wasn’t bravery that energized you, nor was it skill.  Pure spite drove you to be the worst of all. 

“On your feet.”

The serenity you had slipped through your fingers like warm sand. The guard repeated his command, using force to pull at the chains connecting your limbs. You couldn’t help but smile at what he thought was a punishment. 

“Rumor has it, you’re hot shit.” The guard scoffed, voice echoing the dripping hallways.  The way he trailed your body exposed his lust.  “They’re not wrong by the looks of it…” 

The guard’s weak come-ons warbled in your ears like a white noise. You used the moment to fulfill a repeated daydream. That liminal space presented your strength as you pulled your chains around the guard’s neck until there was no longer resistance. 

The conversations were typically cyclical, feigned disinterest to disguise the anxiety your proximity created or those whose egos convinced they could charm you. You stopped paying attention to the rumors the more embellished they became. To some, you were a mercenary; to others, a frenzied psychopath.  

The only truth they held was how deliberately unrestrained you were willing to be. There was no rhyme or reason behind it; at least you were close to convincing yourself of that. Regardless, it had gotten you far, the only thing you’d even consider reliable. 

“You hear something?” The guard perked, pulling you harshly toward him. How brave of him to use me as a shield, you thought. Your attention returned when it sounded again, “Shit!— 

The bang was loud—time had bested you. 

You were lucky to recognize the canon’s whistle and use the commotion to regain an advantage. The current reality had yet to become your destiny. If you moved quickly enough, you wouldn’t have to catch your death in such a dilapidated place. 

Maneuvering your body unnaturally, you felt for the knife hidden on your thigh. The guard was panicking despite training not to split on whether to keep his eyes on you or the trouble you unknowingly caused. 

Using his momentary stupor, your chains wrapped tightly around his throat. It was better than any dream to feel the way the air caught in his body, never to be released. Any lingering struggle stopped when your knife found an artery. 

The blood sputtered, feeling warm against your hands. It was messy, but its carnality evoked an almost erotic sensation that was inimitable. Plenty felt power connected to the strength it took to take away something vital. It corrupted them and blinded them from the true potentiality of the action. 

It made life seem like nothing more than overflowing fragility. It was well-known time with the world and sea was limited, and eventually, everyone would end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. There was a purposeful lack of originality there solely due to fear of change. 

Yet, when one danced with death, you became the music.

You wiped your fingers across your neck, rubbing the tight knots that met at your shoulders. The fresh blood would stain your skin, but you craved a performance. You readied yourself for the approaching marine boots. The staging was almost too believable, but every second was convincing. 

“Fuck. Fuck—” The words tumbled from your quivering lip. You couldn’t think of anything else, repeating the curse. You smeared the blood on your shirt, a mindless move to rid yourself of taking someone’s life. “Help me, please. This man—I don’t—he came after me—the others are still back there, they’ll be here any moment—I didn’t know what to do—

“Still with the theatrics, eh?”

Your crocodile tears ceased to stream down your cheeks. The feigned, horrified expression turned into an unearthed fury. Shame on you for missing the stray red hairs at the nape of the guard’s neck. 

“Shanks.” You greeted dryly. “You’re early.” 

It was hard for Shanks to meet your eye. He was far from intimidated, but the wild look in your eyes made him hesitate. The years had been kind to you as if you traded your soul for youth. But it was a foolish thought that the devil would be so naive to make a deal with you. 

“Was that necessary?” Shanks nodded to the man behind you. 

“And I thought the canons were a bit excessive.” You tutted as if your opposing opinions were trivial. “And yet here we are…”

“Love—

You hadn’t believed in love, and you were ready to carry that grudge—until him. It wasn’t proper love, proving your skepticism in the emotion correctly. But it was the closest you’ve ever been, could ever be. 

You had done unspeakable things, figuring it was an acceptable way to siphon your affection. You were young and blinded by false idolization. Shanks chose to see the best in you, even now, even after everything. He, too, was blinded by an image of you that hadn’t changed since you were young. 

“Let’s get this on with,” You stopped him, moving swiftly to feel the body below you for anything valuable. “Tumole gave me up, then? That’s how you found me? Bastard.”

You smiled at the image: Shanks holding the poor man upside down, kindness still in his threats to find you. Violence was never necessary with Tumole, always one to ramble away anyone’s secret for safety. However, it was as though you subconsciously left a clue, but you knew the crumbs Shanks found weren’t worth it. 

“You really wasted your crew’s time on me...” You stood, pulling your neck until it popped. It had been a while since you had a one-on-one with Shanks, but you knew he’d always pull his punches. “Must really be desperate—

“I won’t fight you.” He tracked your posture. Your exterior was calm, but with every twitch calculated, you were nearing rabid. “It’s not worth it.”

“Tell me, then, what I’m worth to you, Shanks?” You taunted. It was obvious what he wanted to say: saving. His emotion was always his weakness. 

His pause was intentional, stalling of sorts to let the exchange sink in. Standing under Shanks ' gaze, your body had a new form of reprieve. A facade wasn’t necessary, but you weren’t willing to lose more of yourself to another. 

Your anger dissipated into a haze. It pulled a frown from Shanks as your breathing steadied only to slow. The harder you blinked, the more you forgot your argument. Even if you had held onto it, the lump in your throat wouldn’t allow it to exist. 

Shanks’ lips shaped your name, but all you could hear was a mild ringing, a buzz. His step forward elicited an instinct to step back. 

“Don’t—” You spat. Your left arm was like static, numb from the shoulder down, an ironic consequence of dismissing your opposite. “—fucking touch me.” 

Your vision was the last to go, allowing you to watch yourself crumble; your knees locked, and the palm of your hands broke your fall, exposing how blood pooled from your arm. When did that happen? It had nothing to do with pain tolerance or adrenaline; you were distracted by your vision, doing what you could to change its form. 

However, your effort was useless to make sense of it. You read it wrong; forgetting things such as foresight was rarely linear. As the world around you closed in, clouding your vision, you realized the open bars weren’t an entrance to your cell. Rather, it was the exit Shanks carried you through with success. 

You were never destined to win. 

—

The dream always teased you with muddled memories.  

They always started the same, a mirrored image of the room you grew up in. Only a few feet separated the sacks the headmistress would call your beds. Your fingertips felt the scratchy fabric of the cheap blankets. 

When the dreams first began, you believed they were real, that you’d never left the dormitory of the dingy children’s home. But the feeling of the monochrome bedding was always wrong, your dream never quite getting the textures correct.  So, there was no room for nostalgia. 

It was as if you were stuck in a loop, hand rhythmically gliding across the bedding in hopes of softening it.  It was neither tranquil nor eerie. Its structure was that of a fever dream, its kaleidoscope quality provoking you to interpret it.  

Its symbolization didn’t go past you, but it always felt uninvolved—superficial even. At the time, your child wonderment knew no difference between the life you had and the life you were meant to exist in. 

As any child did, you dreamed of silks and decadent food. Candies and luxuries. You dreamed of family and warmth. Hope drove those fantasies, but there was no point in clinging to hope when you found out you weren’t wanted. 

Gol D. Roger. Pirate King. The name circled every coastal town and seeped into every deep forest. His mirth was enviable, and his skill indomitable. You wanted to hold indifference toward him, but every bounty you saw enamored you. He made hope seem regainable. 

You looked down at your hand, seeing your hand change shape with each slow swipe across the bed. Your slender fingers became older, calloused. Experienced. Moving to see the palm, you saw the lifeline had ended and an elaborate red sleeve scratched at your—Gol D. Roger’s—wrist. 

You flinched as if you were burnt. You wanted to rid yourself of the attachment by any means. But it didn’t matter when your blood was intertwined. There was no escaping your lineage, your father. 

The longer you lingered with the feeling, your surroundings slowly morphed. A wind picked up but hadn’t raised chills across your arms—not yet. You wanted to stretch now that your hand became your own again. 

However, a sway lulled you into your environment. The ships were always different,  never ones you recognized. You’d like to praise your brain’s creativity, but you knew you’d step foot on every deck at some point in life. If you were smart, you would have noted each and every one. It was hard to when the horizon seemed so…

“The tide is strange…” You hummed. Although your voice vibrated in your chest, it felt delayed, like an echo of someone else. 

A hand trailed your spine with warmth. Goosebumps littered your body. You hadn’t thought to fight them, knowing the touch belonged to someone who put far too much faith in you. 

“Am I finally rubbing off on you?” Shanks matched your hum, creating more serenity than you could handle. It was purposeful to calm you and invite you in. 

“No, no…” You echoed again, shaking your head. Shanks continued with his charm, making promises that the sea and he could fulfill. However, your eyes didn’t leave the shore, the tide much more vast than you’ve ever seen. “...no, there’s—There’s something changing it.” You paused, nausea hitting you boldly. “...someone…maybe? Don’t you feel that?”

Another laugh, more hollow than the last. You had yet to face Shanks, only trusting his touch. It started to burn when you finally turned to him. He was physically present, but his eyes were vacant as if a copy of himself. 

“Love, just try and relax.” His smile was plastered, almost painfully. “Nothing's wrong anymore. Nothing will change—

You frowned. “Shanks—

“She won’t hurt us.” Shanks caught you in his hold. You finally understood the deception and recognized the wolf in sheep’s clothing. “She gave me her word.”  

—

You jolted awake.

The image wasn’t explicit, but it made you squirm; your back arched against the deck’s railing until your fingertips touched the waves below. You never sunk or floated, but you breathed in the water and felt it swallow you whole with a salty taste. 

Your chest was tight, careful not to suck in your breath too quickly. Despite still being bleary-eyed, you knew you weren’t alone. You knotted your fingers in the bed’s fabric to ground you. The room's scent reminded you to breathe before succumbing to your subconscious torture again. 

“You alright?” Shanks called from the deepest corner of the room. He was swift to strike a match to see your condition for himself. 

The candlelight illuminated the gauze that nurtured your stiff arm. Shanks reprimanded you slightly as you pushed yourself up. Shanks knew you well, understanding that you were already seeking an escape from whatever plagued you. The look in your eye told him you would run regardless of a purpose.  

“What did you see?” His voice remained calm, tone unwavering with vigilance. 

“I didn’t.” Your defiance was your only form of defense on his ship. 

Slight relief came from how Shank’s eyebrow dared to twitch with frustration. It meant he was real. Your blood pumped slower at the unorthodox respite. You continued to move, to stand despite your sore body. Shanks was still blocking your way to the door, but you paced lightly to rid yourself of the jitters. 

“You can talk to me.” Shanks knew you were frazzled, and he was determined to coax the cause out of you. “I understand why you’re—

“Daddy dearest has nothing to do with this.” You hissed, hating the assumption. “Don’t you understand there was a reason your beloved captain left me to rot all those years ago? When will you learn to do the same?”

Shanks didn’t lack sympathy for you, but he understood why your father chose to keep you away from the life that proved only to hurt you. Shanks intended to keep the promise he made to you before you learned it was by the instruction of your father. 

“I gave my word.” Shanks countered. His word choice made you flinch, your dream still fresh. He softened to repeat himself. “I gave my word to keep you safe. This has nothing to do with —

“Safe with a pirate, eh?” You scoffed, picking up what was most likely a stolen treasure. You held no qualms with his lifestyle, but you refused the overlap Shanks wanted to share. “That’ll be the fucking day.”

You felt a needle of pain in your nose like you were near tears, the guilt settling the bile in your throat. The game of cat and mouse was getting old. It was a facetious argument you used for distraction. The bravado you held was angry and vengeful. 

“I know you’ve heard the rumors…” Shanks sighed as if his strategy to coax a conversation out of you backfired. “Cain is spreading out, searching for you. She won’t stop this time.”

You dropped the small object of treasure back into its place. Any emotion was swallowed and digested. There was little energy left to pretend to argue. You needed to leave the room before you suffocated. Shanks wouldn’t block if you tried. 

You lingered, waiting for him to spit out the obvious.  “Look, I know you saw her— 

“I felt her.” Your expression, even mixed with vulnerability, was composed with passivity. Your composure could fool most, but to a trained eye, your discomfort was obvious.

Your admission was desperate, breaking a tension that had filled the air. You wouldn’t crumble. You tried to hold it in, breathing evenly to suppress any sobbing urge. It was neither the time nor the place for added emotion.

“I need to know the full story.” He replied thoughtfully. 

He mistook his demeanor for bravery, but his true bravery formed by being across from you. The only barrier seemed to be Shanks’ incorruptible moral code, a space where you couldn’t quite freely exist.

You wanted so badly to trust him. You sought his comfort. The feeling felt foreign, so you prickled. 

“You already know how it ends. What does the rest matter?” You always leaned on pessimism. “I want nothing to do with this. With her.”

“I’ll be beside you the entire time,” Shanks promised, voice low and steady, reflecting his sincerity. You could make out the warmth he was willing to share, but you couldn’t accept it wholly.

“And my interests?”

Shanks’ expression fell slightly at your evasive rejection. “It depends on where they lie.”

In an ideal world, you’d like to think you and Shanks could be friends. Frankly, though, his compassion made you nauseous. Or maybe it was nerves. The feeling was always hard for you to distinguish. You wished the way he looked at you would warm your chest, but it only reminded you of how that was another impossibility.

Although you were still present, Shanks watched you flee. Your guard returned stronger, but he didn’t regret his words. Shanks’ eyes were pleading, and you went to chastise him, but you found something distinct there. 

You didn’t know what to do with it, but to muse a buried thought. "...Empathy will get you killed, Shanks.”

“Then, I am a dead man walking.”

[yuaniel]

Hello!! How are you?

If it's okay, may I request Kaiser, Bachira, Rin and Sae when they find the reader wearing their clothes? Could be fluff, suggestive or smut!

When They Find You Wearing Their Clothes

Itoshi Rin and Michael Kaiser x reader

genre: fluff, 3528 characters

How they react when they see you wearing their clothes

Rin Itoshi

It was already late, you were on both you and your boyfriend, Itoshi Rin's shared bed. You were anticipating his return from practice. You were frightened by the cold and utter silence, therefore you truly needed a companion. You went to your boyfriend's wardrobe to get rid of the worried feeling and dug through all the things until you located his sweatshirt, which was marked with his jersey number.

You smile with glee as you grab it out, your fright slowly drained out of you. The shirt in your hand was already used, so His fragrance was still there. It reminded you of him right next to you. It washed your desolation sway. You hopped into your bed with his jersey, You wore it happily.

Rin smelled like the new perfume that just came out of that one expensive brand, this smell was brimming around the fringes of this hoodie, It was as if he was here in person.

Your fear slowly dissipates, Turning Miniscule as it gets replaced by Joy. You tugged your pillow. Enervated, you close your eyes as you succumb to deep sleep, The cold air swayed and Danced around the room, making your rest comfortable, and easier to sleep.

Even though you couldn't be faulted for falling asleep— it was late at night— you genuinely wished to greet Rin once he returned. The exhausted you nodded off. And someone returned a short while after you did.

Without detecting your presence he entered the house and assumed you have fallen asleep. He quickly showered and dressed into his comfortable sleeping attire before entering your shared room. He opened the door and there he noticed you on the bed. Wearing his worn-out hoodie, you were dozing off while tugging at your pillow.

He entered the bed and sat quietly there, gazing at you as his mind raced with images. He cannot deny that you looked extremely gorgeous in his clothes. As he slowly reddened. In an effort to avoid waking you up, he crept up to give you a delicate kiss. He drew next to you and grinned. Oh how you wished to witness that scene, however you were fast asleep.

Michael Kaiser

You were supporting your boyfriend, the sole and only Michael Kaiser, on one of his crucial game days. You are wearing his oversized jersey, which he had recently worn and wasn't something you purchased from a store, cause it was solely his. You were gazing at your boyfriend, and him only, in hopes of him noticing you cheering for him. it appeared like either he was preoccupied with the game, or that there were simply too many people for him to notice you. you were thrilled whenever he scored and you're always so sure to congratulate him the first second you get close to him.

Your partner was ablaze. There were three minutes left, the score was tied, and your boyfriend needed one last score to win. You hoped that the team on your boyfriend's side would succeed because he did such a great job. Nevertheless, you have been extremely proud of him even if he did fell short. You were very happy for him during the match. But deep down, you desired he would pay attention to you.

He adjusted his head to look around before turning to gaze at your section, the one where you were sitting, as he was looking for someone in the crowd who might be you, and it was. You made every effort to catch his attention He noticed you wearing his oversized jersey. He thought you were absolutely adorable. He winked at you while grinning looking absolutely stunning. He couldn't wait to take the last score and win the game so he can kiss you. And after he kisses you, you shower him with compliments, it always makes his ego boost.

The stadium was packed with spectators cheering, chanting, and making other noises as he scored the winning goal. But after he scored, all your boyfriend could think about was you. He grew impatient and wished you were already there.

He ran directly to you and carried you in his arms before kissing you after conducting a few interviews and doing other things he would typically do after winning a match. You guys didn't even realize the cameras were pointed at you. Kaiser put you down after giving you a warm kiss, but he was still giving you a tight hold. You praised him heartily and gave him your congratulations. I suppose everything occurred as he had anticipated ;)

[mykoreanlove]

Conversations with love

“Jackson buddy, you okay?”

Jackson missed the same beat for the third time in a row, dance rehearsal was kicking his ass today. He was not okay, but he did not want to show it. He clutched his hands over his head and apologized to his dancers, offering to redo the choreography once more. He tried his best to concentrate for the rest of practice, but his mind was too clouded with thoughts of you.

He sunk down in his chair overlooking the nocturnal skyline out of his fancy hotel room. He dreaded being alone in hotel rooms, his mind always taking him to the darkest places when he was alone and afraid. Over time he learned to ask for help in those moments, but he still felt weak doing so. Jackson fumbled with his phone until he decided to neglect his pride and ask for help once more. The phone rang – once, twice, thrice. He was about to hang up when he heard the breathless voice at the other end: “Hello? Jackson? Sorry buddy, I almost missed your call. Memorizing scripts is a special kind of pain.”

Jackson chuckled while noticing how much he had missed his friend. Even though he was always surrounded by folks and their comforting ears, he only trusted a handful of people. His profession made opening up incredibly difficult, any vulnerability could be used against him at any moment. That’s why he was beyond grateful for his friend. Him being in the same industry made things a lot easier but it was his sincerity that touched Jackson’s heart the most. Whereas many people kissed his ass in order to be favored, his friend always kept it real with him – even if that hurt Jackson at times.

“Jinyoung, thank you for picking up your phone. I’m sure those drama preparations are brutal?” The man on the other end of the line instantly noticed that Jackson had to be in trouble. Not beating around the bush, he confronted him right away. “What’s going on?”

Jackson took a deep breath. “Do you remember Y/N?”

Of course, he did. Jinyoung was very attentive to the people he cared about. However, he was not toying with Jackson’s nerves right now. He knew that Jackson had bad luck in love, always encountering another woman that broke his heart.

“I think we are about to break up. Or rather, she’s about to dump me.”

“What makes you think that?” Jackson explained the situation calmly without spilling too much details, but it was evident that he was suffering from abandonment issues, fearing the worst before anything had even happened.

“Jinyoung, do you believe I’m cursed? Like, love hates me or something? If I could I would ask love directly. I-”, he looked up at the ceiling of his room and screamed, “hey love, do you hate me? Why do you make me suffer so much?”

 It took Jinyoung a minute to think about his answer – the desire to console Jackson as well as being sincere with him was not an easy feat.

“Jackson, do you believe in the devil?” He was taken aback by that question. “The devil? I don’t know, I mean I do believe in God. I guess I kinda believe in the devil, too? Why are you asking me about the devil?”

“People always think that the devil is some guy with thorns, dressed in red, lingering in hell waiting for them. And that’s the biggest pile of crap if you ask me. Do you want to know where the real devil lives? Within them. Within me and within you. And you wanna know what the real devil is? It’s your fear.” Jackson remained silent. He had no idea where his friend was going with this, but he decided to listen and think, because he had the utmost trust in Jinyoung’s wisdom.

“Let’s pretend I am love for a minute. I’m here and you’re asking me why you suffer so much when it comes to relationships, right? You know what I would say? It’s because you choose to.” Jackson felt his heart beating faster, feeling panicky at this revelation. He stuttered a silent reply: “Because I choose to?”

“Think about it. Think in terms of love and fear – if only those two sides existed, whose side are you on more often?” Jackson’s ego started to interfere – of course he was on love’s side! How dare he even ask? With an agitated voice he answered: “Of course, I am on love’s side. I want love, I love love! But love chooses to not choose me!” Jinyoung knew he had struck a nerve with this accusation. He hoped that his friend remained open enough to listen to him, to consider the depth his words held for him.

“Jackson, I love you. And that’s why I’m being honest with you. You are not on the side of love. I hate to break it to you, but you’re married to the devil in your head.”

Jackson got up and sprinted to the mini bar – he was in desperate need of a drink. The line was silent while he poured the burning liquid, hoping that it would ease his mind. “Listen, I don’t want to get defensive but that’s kind of a lot to ask of me right now. Can you… can you explain what you mean by that?”

Jinyoung let out the breath he did not know he had held in. Relieved he continued: “What happens when you meet someone? It’s all great for some time but then you get into your head, feeding your worst fears, don’t you? What if she leaves me? What if she breaks my heart? What if she’s a cheater? What if I’m not enough? What if this, what if that – isn’t that how it always goes? You feel like love has left you but in fact you left love first. You danced with the devil, seduced by its sneaky remarks, you gave into that. And then you over-fixate on those girls. Just look at Y/N, right now. She texts you less? She is not as attentive as she was in the beginning? Love would tell you to love her anyway and be patient – maybe she’s going through some stuff and isn’t comfortable with sharing just yet? Or she’s busy and needs some time for herself? Fear however would convince you that she must be fucking someone else. Fear would tell you that she only used you because of your fame. Fear would tell you that no woman could ever love you for you. Isn’t that right?”

Jackson started crying but didn’t notice, he was too much engulfed in Jinyoung’s revelations about him. Up until today he believed that he was a lover, someone that craved love and loved freely in return but now he understood that he was far from that. He once read a quote in one of the countless books Jinyoung had sent him over the years that went like this: Only the loving find love.

Was it loving to always assume the worst? Was it loving to only love others when they behaved the way he wanted them to? Was it loving to them? Or to him? Or to love itself? He felt nauseous, he was disgusted with himself. Jinyoung was right, he was married to the devil.

“Can I ask for a divorce?”

Jinyoung laughed whole-heartedly while covering his mouth with his hand – old habits die hard. “I think love would really like that. She’s been waiting for your comeback for a while now.”

Jackson smiled warmly even though his heart felt heavy. “Jinyoung, where do I start?”

“You start by loving yourself first. Do you know why the devil always gets you with those sneaky remarks? Because they’re yours. He takes your fears and uses them against you. And what is fear? It’s just a story. Just a story that you very strongly believe in.”

“Doesn’t feel like a story to me though”, Jackson scoffed while pouring another drink. “Yeah, I know. To you, it feels very real because it’s what you’ve known your whole life. Remember what I said about choosing? Now you choose better, now you choose love, now you choose you. And it’s gonna take some time and be a lot of work but I know you, you are a diligent worker and will master this. You’re Jackson Wang, remember?”

Jackson smiled silently, watching the moon and the stars illuminating the night for him. He looked up at the ceiling again, imagining that love was looking down at him, nodding her head and confirming everything Jinyoung had just said. “Loving myself”, he murmured under his breath. “I think I’m gonna need a follow up on this. Can I… can I call you again and we talk it out more?”

Now it was Jinyoung who was smiling warmly: “Yes Jackson, we can. I’ll send you some books, too. Read them and we’ll talk once you’re done.” Jackson thanked his friend again and hung up, feeling strangely calm. He knew he had work to do, he knew he had to change his devilish ways and for once he was not afraid of love leaving him again. For once, he found it within himself. 

[svtcrus]

damn game || gamer!satoru x gn!reader

a/n : oop had to use this for the cover photo, ITS TOO GOOD >///<

note : suggestive , not proof-read , modern!au , gamer boy satoru , bratty implied reader ,

gamer boyfriend!satoru who is focusing all his attention on this damn valorant game more than his own significant other. gamer boyfriend!satoru who has you wanting more of his attention and in need of his hands all over your body. gamer boyfriend!satoru who finally lets you sit on his lap telling you, "fine, but behave." you don't behave. gamer boyfriend!satoru who begins to get annoyed at your subtle movements that's making him groan mid valorant match.

"baby stay put will you please? let me finish this match I'm 9-7 right now." you had no time to respond, for satoru goes straight to pressing on his comms again which followed with non-stop keyboard clicks. he's here cursing and slamming his mouse from time to time as each minute progresses. meanwhile you are left more needy for your boyfriend who has no intention of giving into your desires. even with him leaving you small kisses he'll go back to this damn valorant game after telling you, "thank you sweets." you however are left not feeling rather grateful on your end. feeling turned off you decide to get off your boyfriend's lap. but... satoru has different plans and he's yanking you back down. his headphones are now resting around his neck and he's looking at you in betrayal.

"where do you think you're going?" he whispers, lips ever so slightly hovering near yours. the tips of his fingers are pinching your chin, the other hand is kneading itself onto your hips. he's already feeling frustrated from your wriggling and your suddenly gonna leave him to solve something you've started on his own? your boyfriend doesn't play like that. you pout, deciding not to answer you instead look away. this only ticks off satoru, scoffing at your attitude.

"acting like a brat now hm? after you grind yourself onto me and now that I give you my attention, you wanna run off?" he's smirking while your left slowly to crumble before him. satoru leans into your lips only to dip down, nibbling on your jawline. trailing sloppy kisses down to your neck, then to your collarbone where he's marking your skin till it's purple. not being able to hold back you whimper, your hand slowly grabbing onto your boyfriends soft snowy hair. he groans at this, feeling him smile against your skin in triumph.

"toru..." you whine, left wanting, dreading more from your teasing boyfriend. he pulls away from your neck, looking up at you with his baby blues looking more dark. more lustful.

satoru is gawking at the sight before him, you're covered in his lovebites and evidence of his train of kisses is shown all over you. your on top of him biting your lips, begging for him and only him. whimpering and whining, all these sounds you're letting out all 'cause of him. god you are feeding this mans ego.

his slender fingers grab onto the side of your neck forcefully bringing you to close the gap between you both. it's wet and sloppy, you're moaning as his lips are melting onto yours. his other hand is roaming all over you, feeling you up. the two of you pull away, hot air leaving your swollen lips. the two of you heaving for oxygen.

"so needy f'me baby.. so impatient hm? this is what you wanted right?" thumb brushing against the bottom of your lip. he's getting more hard as every second passes.

fuck the game , he mentally says.

next thing you knew you were bent over his desk, satoru feeding into your desires. his valorant match? long forgotten.

@svtcrus || 08.08.2023

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[rinbowaman]

What if yn tries to break up w hee

"His Love..."

(What if...Breakup scenario) One shot *Requested*

Please note, this is not a part of the main storyline, this is a What If...scenario if y/n would ever try to break up with Heethan.

NO SMUT, but it is implied, and I'm still going to label this as MDNI and 18+ only just because of the forceful implications in the one shot that i dont want to spoil so read on only if you're 18+.

Placing the last of your belongings in your bag, you quickly made your way downstairs where your Uber was waiting for you.

'My classes will be at building B today, since building A is under maintenance.'

'Okay pretty baby, see you then.'

You hadn't lied necessarily, the building that hosted your classes on the regular had been under maintenance, and your classes were at the next building over...what you didn't tell him, however, was that you immediately got a ride and was dropped off at his frat house where you had quickly packed your necessities and was making your way to the airport. You couldn't take it anymore.

Heeseung...and Ethan for that matter, were both loving, caring, genuine, and really truly would do anything for you. Yet...

Where there was the good, there will always be the bad.

You cant recall how many times you tried talking with him about his obsession with you, which wouldn't have been so bad except it led to possessiveness, a controlled relationship where he called the shots, you were the one who was always rendered submissive due to his physical, mental, and emotional strengths as a man....actually two men if you counted his alter ego. Heeeseung and his other face had such strong personalities, and what was worse, was that he wanted to marry you, have children with you, and have you move with him across the other side of the world. Any girl would have loved that, but not you. You were far too independent and such committment was something you weren't ready for.

It was best for you to leave...

So, the last three months you had been secretly planning and putting your goals into action, all behind his back. You arranged for your credits to be transferred, you located a new school and applied, got accepted, and used the school's library to sign up for your next set of classes beginning in the fall. You had done everything carefully to not make him aware of your future without him.

Getting into the Uber, the 45 minute drive to the airport seemed much longer. You were nervous. Heeseung was far too smart for you to be pulling this off so easily, yet, he had a busy schedule what with preparing for graduation, assisting his professors, and leading the basketball team. Perhaps he lost his attention to details due to having a full plate. He was, after all, preparing his future with you, making all preparations for the both of you to travel overseas and begin your new life in Korea.

'I know nothing of Korea...what am I supposed to do over there? This is for the best, there's no way I can go with him...even if I do love and care for him.'

You started to become glossy eyed. Why did such a caring and loving person had to have such strong flaws? If it weren't for him desiring for you to be with him all the time, things would have been perfect. God knows you've tried.

You've tried to talk to him, you've tried many methods in getting him to open his eyes but he was too deeply committed to his plans, forcing you to believe you'd be happy once you left your home country.

'You're going to be happy. Trust me. Let's not talk about this anymore, you're coming with me and that's where we're going to leave it at.'

'But Heeseung-'

'Shhh....pretty baby...I SAID....that it's done.'

You recalled the moment where he took that stern tone with you, your eyes widened with slight fear. He noticed.

He gently embraced you and reassured you once more.

'Haven't I always made you happy? Don't you trust me? Believe me you're going to be well taken care of. Dont worry anymore. Leave it alone and be with me...forever.'

That's when you knew, he wasn't going to bend. So you had made a choice...without him.

The driver finally reached the airport, and to your surprise, everything from the baggage check in, the security screening, and arriving to your gate went smoothly. Nothing popped up and interrupted your plan.

You had every right to be fearful, again, Heeseung was smart....with his Ethan face by his side, they were even smarter. They were cunning, clever, and far too hard to pull off a stunt like this without them knowing...so of course, you would be fretful in them finding out and finding you.

Once you arrived at your gate, you felt relieved. Setting down your carry on, you sat and watched the clock. Just 40 minutes until you can board the plane and take off.

When the time had reached to the last 10 minutes, your heart dropped at the announcement of technical issues with the plane, causing a 18 hour delay in departure.

You frowned and rubbed your temples.

'Of course....of course this would happen.'

Getting up, since there was way too much time to just sit at the airport, especially risking being caught should Heeseung show up and try to find you, you decided to get another uber and locate a nearby hotel.

Once you got settled in your room, you changed into a short, camisole night slip and called it a night, even thought it was only 8 pm. You were mentally exhausted and just wanted to sleep.

Your phone dings, though you knew it wasn't Heeseung since you had blocked his number.

It was from H/N and Jake...

You felt terrible for allowing H/N and Jake to get worried, since you told absolutely no one about your plans. You couldn't risk it slipping up and becoming known to Heeseung. You really wanted to tell her you were safe, you really did...but you refrained.

'Its better this way. I'll message her and explain things once I get to my destination.'

Placing your phone down, you set the alarm and slowly drifted to sleep.

You wake up to the sound of your alarm, you hadn't realized how tired you were until you fell alseep and heard your alarm. It felt as if you had closed your eyes for only a minute.

Getting up, you walk over to the mini fridge and take out a small bottled water, when something had caught your eye.

'What's this?'

Walking over to the strange object on the floor next to the dresser, you saw what looked like a piece of torn paper, upon inspecting it closer, you flip it over to find it was a photo of yourself, the one you took with Heeseung yet it was ripped in half and the part where Heeseung stood next to you was missing.

'....Oh my God...please dont tell me he found out...how could he find me?'

You thought to yourself for a moment, maybe it was a photo you ripped up out of anger and it had slipped out from your wallet or your bag?

Cautiously looking through every angle of your room, it was empty. Just you and the furnishings of the hotel was inside.

'How did this...?'

This left a bad taste in your mouth, you quickly grabbed your clothes to start changing, yet before you could undress you heard the sliding door open...it was to the-

'The balcony....'

Upon the door opening, with the sheer curtains at full mast, you saw the tall shadow figure slowly shutting the door from behind as they remained facing you.

You already knew...

Your eyes began to get teary as you dropped the clothing that was in your hand. Crossing your arms and looking off to the side in a prideful state, trying your best to not show the moisture in your eyes...or the fear in your face, you took one sniffle as you did your best to remain composed as you spoke out.

"How....did you find me?"

He didn't answer back. Instead, the sound of his knuckles cracking was heard, nearly echoing and breaking the silence of the room.

You could see from the silhouette that he had his black tanker jacket on, fully unzipped, straight jeans, his black cap, and what you assumed was a fitted t-shirt under his jacket. Once he got nearer, you also saw that he had on the black fingerless gloves that he used for whenever he practiced martial arts or even some of his dance practices.

With a chill riding up your spine, you took a short step back as he came closer...and closer....and even CLOSER, without saying a word.

So close, his chest pressed up against yours while his face buried into the side of your face as you looked away the moment he leaned in.

With a large and deep inhale, he takes a whiff of your scent as he moves his face, nuzzling it even further against your hair and ear.

"S-stop.." you whimpered out. Your heartbeat escalated and you felt as if it was about to explode out of your chest, when the sound of his knuckles cracking once more snapped you out focus.

"Hmmm...pretty baby....thought i lost you for a second." he spoke calmly...too calmly.

"You had everyone worried....you know that?....You had ME....worried....so-so-so worried baby girl." the last bit of his sentence he continued to not only rub his face against the side of yours, but he buries it deeper, rubbing his lips against your cheek in the process.

"But here you are....nearby the airport...with plane tickets huh?" your eyes widened at realizing that you left your plane tickets on the table out in the open....he saw them.

"So where were you planning on going? Hmm?" he moves his head back, smirking at you as he bit down on his lip and raised an eyebrow at you, revealing his eyes gleaming at you from underneath his cap. Pieces of his hair framing the back of his neck as they laid long and tapered, as well as draping over the helix of his ears.

Looking at you for a response, you felt your lips quiver as you stuttered out your response.

"..I-..I'm leaving....I'm sorry I cant-....I can't do it anymore Heeseung."

things were quiet for a moment, before you felt him gently stroke your arm with his hand....the leather of those gloves was all you could feel even with his bare fingers slightly digging into your skin as he moves them.

"Oh?....Why would you leave? Hmm? Why would you leave me when I love you more than anything in the world...and show it?"

You didn't answer, you started to slowly feel your chest hyperventiliating as you lost control of your breathing.

"He-Heeseung please....dont-"

"Hmm? What? What pretty baby.....WHAT?"

The sternness of his last word spoken right into your ear caused your shoulders to shrug out of fear as you winced and whimpered slight sobs. You knew you had messed up, even though you had your own intentions for it. Had you not gotten caught, it would have been different....had you not gotten caught.

"H-how did you find me?"

Embracing you, trapping you into his arms and squeezing you up against his broad chest, the scent of his cologne punching your nose as you hear his heartbeat and felt him kiss the top of your head.

"I must have the word 'FOOL' tattooed on my forehead, huh?"

His tone was less calm, less rational...it sounded.....

'Oh no...'

You placed your hands on his chest and tried to push him away, only to struggle as he kept his arms wrapped around you locking you in the embrace he intially pulled you in. With his lips against your forehead, you felt him smirk as he continued.

"I must be stupid, huh?"

"He-Heeseung-!"

"I must be the worlds biggest idiot, aren't I?"

"St-stop!"

"Bet you thought I wouldn't have figured it out, did you?"

"Hee-"

"Thats right...that's right...i must be a fool....an idiot....i must be so damn FUCKING stupid since you obviously like to treat...US that way." his tone was antagonizing and forceful as he snapped out each word, piercing your soul as he did so.

Upon hearing the last bit of his statement, you finally looked up and saw that his face revealed the essence that was Heeseung, yet there was significant traits of Ethan mixed in.

"Wh-what...?"

"Hmm....maybe i am stupid....for going too easy on you."

".........."

"Oh? Dont be quiet now babygirl." Nodding his chin at you as he furrowed his brows in an irritated...an angry manner, he continues to antagonize you with his words and tone. "Come on, let me hear what you gotta say, since you're SO damn fucking smart and clever to fool my genuine love for you."

Biting his lip once more, only this time, he raised both brows and the significant trait of Ethan appears, still mixed in with his Heeseung side as he widens his eyes...too wide.

"...Hee-...please....please dont..."

"No no, i wanna hear you tell me ALL about how fun it was to trick me." grinning at you, with his eyes still wide, to the point where the iris shrank and gave him a malicious appeal.

You merely stood and shook your head as your brows slightly furrowed in anguish and fear.

"Awww....cant speak now?....What a shame...you know how much i love hearing your voice..." His tone went back to being someone calm like normal, which made it easier for you to breathe. When you suddenly saw him shift his eyes from your face, to your breasts, your waist, and your hips...they kept going lower and lower, you started to panic once more.

"In fact...you know how much I love everything about you....like the way that you...." he moves a piece of hair from your face and leans into your exposed ear, and whispers so harshly yet tenderly. "Like the way you scream out my name."

Placing a small peck on your helix, he moves his lips over to your neck.

"Or like the way i love it when you take all of me in...like a good girl." he places another tender kiss on the nook of your neck, right above your shoulder.

"Or when I tell you to keep fucking it...and watch you take it no matter how HARD i go." he places a small kiss yet again, on your exposed cleavage.

"Yeah...you should already know just how much...i LOVE you...y/n."

his tone goes back to being someone stern and antagonizing again, you squirm within his arms, yet he only squeezed harder, forcing you to look at him directly as he slightly lifted you from the ground, forcing you to be on your tippy toes, despite that, you were nowhere near eye level with him, he was too damn tall.

"So...this is what's going to happen. Since you transferred all of your credits to a school that you are NOT going to be attending, i guess that means you're not doing college anymore." He smirks and licks his lips.

"I guess that also means you are entirely free to move with me, and from the looks of it, the sooner, the better. Since you're in the mood to board a plane and leave...you're so eager, that you didn't want to tell me, riiiiight? hmm? Pretty baby?"

Your heart nearly stopped beating, his tone, his words, the way he was grinning and licking his lips at you, it all scared you to death, not to mention the grip he had with his arms squeezing around you as you tried to push him back with your hands firmly placed on his chest, leaning your head back, trying to be away from him as much as possible.

"Which also means that....we can get married, and start...." leaning his face in once more, he whispers right up against your ear. "I guess we can make you into a mommy now, huh?"

At that last bit, you whimpered and sobbed as you became more relentless in squirming, but to no avail. he kept whispering into your ear as he smirked at you struggling.

"yeah? you want me to fuck a baby inside you pretty baby?"

"stop! no!"

"Yeah...i think you do."

"Stop it! Heeseung let go!"

Swooping a hand underneath your thigh, he lifts it and swings it over around his waist.

"Bet that's going to tame you down, huh? Where is poor y/n going to go with a baby inside her? Tying her down to big bad wolf."

He nuzzles his face in, nibbling and kissing your ear amidst your struggles.

"Stop!" you yelped and began to silently sob.

"Come on baby, tell me how much you want my dick inside you."

"Stop! Dont!"

"Tell me you want it."

"Heeseung!"

Gasping a low growl in your ear, he raises a hand and lifts your chin to face him. Looking at you, his sinister and antagonizing gaze was replaced with one of extreme anger....no...it was murderous. He's never looked at you this way before.

"Hee-Heeseung...?" you gulped as you stood wide eyed...

'Is he going to kill me?'

A split second thought flashed through your mind as the look he was giving you made you frozen still...shocking you into a depth of fear that you hadn't felt before.

Glaring at you, he strokes your chin with his thumb as he continues to gently hold you up, facing directly into his eyes.

"Dont ever fucking leave me like that again....i'll fucking tear you to pieces if there is ever a next time. Got it?" he snaps his grip around your waist against his, as he jolts you to answer.

"Ye-yes!" you sobbed as you whimpered.

"Hmm...good. Now take this off." he tugged on the spaghetti strap of your camisole slip.

"but..-"

His eyes widened back as he quickly leaned his face in against yours, pressing his nose against your cheek as he harshly whispered against your lips.

"Pretty baby! I said....TAKE....IT....OFF."

His eyes remained wide and was right in front of yours, so close, that both your eyelashes were touching.

Slipping off your night dress, you stood without a bra, just a pair of lace panties...which happened to be his favorite.

Looking at you as he remained firmly gripping you, he smiles as he slightly backs his face away, and places a kiss on your lips. Without breaking physical contact, he speaks...his lips move against yours.

"Well...lets go." he smirks.

Four months had passed by since that day, and just as Heeseung had planned, you were in Korea with him, in the large beautiful house that he had built for you, with a massive rose garden, and he even allowed you to continue your school all online. Since you had broken the trust and lost certain privliages, you were nearly never out of his sight. He even brought you into work with him, since he had that luxury, practically being his own boss and being the son of the owner of Hybe.

Every day, you worked on your laptop to finish your assignments on the luxury lounge that was within his office, or the fine seating area behind the glass of the recording room whenever he was present to produce his music through the top artists of his father's company.

You stood up and mentioned you were going to go get some water, he merely sat leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed and looked at you lovingly, nodding as he issued a quick nod of his chin to one of the security members of the building to attend with you. That was somewhat normal now.

Making your way upstairs to the large kitchenette and cafe, you grabbed a water and a piece of fruit. A couple of trainees spot and approach you, making conversation as they saw that you were a foreigner. Just like some of the trainees in Hybe, one of the girls could speak english rather well.

"Oh my! Hi! You're a foreigner?"

"Yes."

"Oh, how long you've been in Korea?"

"About three months now."

"Oh welcome! Do you like it here?"

"Yeah, there's alot to do and it's really pretty over here."

"Oh that's so good to hear. You're so very pretty, i love your eyes and hair and skin."

"Oh...thank you."

"Also...are you pregnant?"

"....Yes."

They squealed in delight as they took notice of you barely showing, yet the slight bump still gave you away, despite wearing a sun dress, the one that Heeseung loved seeing you in.

"Oh my gosh! Is the daddy Korean?"

"Yes."

At the mentioning of 'daddy' your mind flashed back to that night, four months ago, when Heeseung...and Ethan, both 'punished' you for decieving, worrying, and enraging them. Displaying the distrust and dishonest side of you that night, it wasn't until the next morning, after he spent the entire night devouring you inside and out, that on the car ride back to his frat home, you felt somewhat guilty when he softly explained how worried you made him. Even though you were so worn out from his wrath, you could barely stand without feeling pain for the next 48 hours after the night at the hotel.

"Yes...the daddy is Korean."

"Awww how nice! Well take care, and eat well for little baby." They waved as they bid you farewell.

You stood and continued eating the apple, when you felt a pair of hands playing with your hair form behind.

"Made some new friends?"

His voice was deep as he peeked around from your back, leaning into you from your side as he places a kiss on your cheek.

"...Sort of."

"Mmm that's good. Now, what does baby feel like eating for dinner tonight? Whatever you or junior wants, you guys can have. Just tell me." he kisses you once more.

Yeah...junior.

The baby boy you're carrying inside your belly, a small, miniature Heeseung growing inside you, conceived the night you received your punishment. Yet you couldnt help but wonder...

'Had i not...tried to run away...had i just accepted his offer and stayed put....I wouldn't be pregnant right now....i would have been able to take my time and finish college like i wanted to. But...i guess this is fine. I'm going to be a mother....i'm going to be a mommy. Which means i'll be with him forever....because even though he can be monstrous at times....i can't abandon my baby...ever. And as long as i love him and show him love, he's the best man i know. So long as I dont try to ignore or move away from his love.'

His love.....

Authors Note: Well shit Heethan.....God forbid there wasn't another man involved. I'm sure there would have been blood. But since he didn't have to worry about that, Heethan merely just had to focus on making you stay with him....FOREVER. is that a good thing or a bad thing? :)

Part 2 <- Requested.

[naishite]

For Kinktober you could do Ayato getting jealous and tying us up with Shibari!

 ✿ i love you for requesting yes my love here u go (new layout guys)  

Kinktober, Day 16 , Shibari + Jealousy

 ✿ Kamisato Ayato

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NSFW UNDER THE CUT

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Kamisato Ayato is a very busy man, being the Head of the Kamisato Clan is a very diffcult title to withhold — nevertheless to keep up with the ever difficult skyrocketing standards.

You keep him company, such as playing board games with him, going out to walk, you do the things that he does with Thoma. Whenever Thoma is away you fill into his spot, accompanying Ayato.

However recently for some reason Thoma has been away more then usual. Even weirder, it does not sway Ayato in the slightest even though they are close.

You ever don’t question it.

Thoma is out again and you have to accompany Ayato to a “party”; aka just business.

During the party men swoon over you, either to get you to get with them or to get closer with your employer. Regardless of their intentions Ayato doesn’t seem pleased with the consistent attention you’re attracting.

You gives small glances to Ayato, catching his watchful gaze at you from the corner of his eye whilst mingling with others about business.

You feel your heart swell whenever you exhcange looks — the tension between you two gets thicker whilst igniting a swirling feeling in your stomach.

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“Did you like that? Giving so much attention to those desperate men out there?” he says, looming over your tied up body.

Your chest heaves, nipples hard and cunt soaking — you squirm under the constraints he put on you.

He grazes his hand over your clit making you arch your back, wanting more of his touch, but he just pushes your hips down the bed in response to your desperation for pleasure.

“Haah… no! I didn’t enjoy it, sir what do you mean?!” you say pleadingly. Your cunt begins to ache from the lack of attention and you whine, thrusting your hips up.

“Don’t play dumb with me… You knew what you were doing. What now? Has your ego gotten so inflated you’vr decided to push your luck with your employer you slut?”

He pinches your clit harshly, making you buck your hips as he adds more pressure to your sensitive bud.

You’re absolutely disshelved, your lips are parted and your eyes are fluttering — battling to keep the eye contact between you two.

But his eyes make this even more intimidating, it makes your sloppy cunt swell with desire.

“Answer me.” He put in one finger into your sopping hole, curling his fingers within you — errupting a mewl from your shaking body.

“‘m sorry!! sir I promise I didn’t mean to make you upset… haah! m-more ‘lease!” you whimper. Your pathetic moaning makes his pulse quicken as he slides in another finger.

“Well since you asked so nicely…”.

He tugs on your restraints, and toys with the ones above your head — the ones binding your wrist’s together.

He sloppily shoves his slender fingers in and out of you listening closely to every moan and whine coming out of your mouth.

“ I’m… so ‘lose!! don’t stop please!” you plead to him.

He doesn’t stop his brutual pace on your wet cunt and goes even faster, his thumb toying with your clit.

He notices how close you are and pulle out his fingers as soon as your thighs start trembling. You let out a gasp and whine from the emptiness in your needy cunt.

“nooo! sir why!? i was so close!!” you pout and your eyes water from his cruelty.

“I’m sorry, I really am, however I’m still not over your little stunt earlier at the party. We’re going to keep going until your cunt can’t take it anymore. That’s how you’re going to apologize to me”

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[princessjojo-x]

LeoVenus ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆

💝 he always approaches love & rxships with bravery so he’s not shy to make the first move. initially, he’ll act more like a house cat rather than a lion. he’ll analyse & observe his love interest with a straight faced & detached vibe. this may make her feel unwanted by him. once he realises she’s worth it, he’ll step into pounce position, ready to hunt her down. he’ll become more open, talkative & friendly with her. she will know he likes him bc he wont leave he guessing, wondering & pinning after his affections.

💝 he has an inherent ability to radiate positive motivation, make others feel special & validate people’s point of view. the only time he doesn't fill someone with extraordinary support is when he realises that person is a potential competitor.

💝 he is very generous with his partner & he is the best gift giver amongst all the venus signs.

💝 it’s unlikely he’ll hide his partner as he prefers to love out loud & he wears his heart on his sleeve.

💝 he may cause arguments within rxship out of boredom bc he is drawn to drama & fireworks.

💝 he tends to hang on to dying rxships bc he is extremely loyal & forgives easily. all fixed venus signs stay in rxships that don’t serve them bc it gives them a sense of familiarity & security. they fear the idea of having to start over from scratch.

💝 you rarely see him have ugly days bc he’s so well kept.

💝 he loves himself first & won’t let you forget that. driven by the desire to be admired & adored, he can come across as snobby & may prioritise his own needs over his partners, leading to an imbalance in the rxship.

💝 his bruised egos may lead to passive-aggressive behaviour & prolonged sulks at times as all leo placements have fragile egos (however leo venus is the most confident & leo moon is the most insecure).

💝 sexually, he is open to adventures & experiments as long as it doesn’t lead to a sense of humiliation.

Turn On’s:

💝 leo placements are known to have a lot of confidence, yet leo venuses tend to question their place in their partners lives a lot & need constant reassurance to feel sure of their partner’s love for them. he wants constant attention, obsession & expression of emotions from his partner. he even likes his partner to beg for his attention. he feels loved when being spoiled, praised & applauded so tell him you’re proud of them. he has a fundamental need for positive & supportive feedback. if it's negative or not supportive enough, he can inwardly feel unworthy. compliment him but only genuinely & at the right timing.

💝 he loves grand gestures & larger displays of love.

💝 he prefers to be the leader or in charge since he hates taking orders. but he needs a woman who is strong & assertive, not weak & caving in.

💝 he dates for a good time, not to be overly serious. he enjoys flirting & playing around. playing is very important to this placement so whenever you are together, wherever you are, whatever boring thing you are doing they will make it fun. promise him fun, adventure & laughter. he needs a partner who is the life of the party (outgoing, warm, happy, optimistic. honest caring).

💝 he enjoys chasing (playing cat & mouse) so ensure to be hard to get.

💝 he wants a partner who’s like a celebrity (popular, sociable, well respected, widely attracted, impressive, sought after, bold, confident, radiant, charismatic & proud). she is sure of herself, has strong values & high respect for those she’s closest to. she makes noise wherever she goes & rarely lets other people override her opinion.

💝 his ideal lover will have a fire sign sun, moon or asc.

💝 he wants a partner who wears a lot of makeup & is always overdressed. to impress him dress brightly (ruled by the sun - yellow, bronze & gold colours). dress attention grabbing as he wants everyone staring at his partner. he tends to like anything shiny, bold & extra so wear something unique, extraordinary, creative, outside of the box & fun.

💝 all fire venus’s want a passionate partner who encourages them to be confident & expressive, they want someone to be proud of them.

Turn Off’s:

💝 someone who is negative, selfish, patronising, unoriginal & domineering.

💝 never judge him for being generous or kind to you/others.

💝 don’t ever question or humiliate him in public.

💝 if you do something to try make him feel insecure in himself. (same for all fire venus)

💝 ghost him (this will HURT)