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dietmountaindewbae · 7 months

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please please please can you write me a fic where reader and Humbug Alex are both work colleagues (reader thinks Alex is goofy and nerdy - but boy she will be wrong) and they fuck in his office whilst a work party is happening downstairs. PLEASE

xxv. talk tonight

alex turner x reader

word count: 4739

summary: At an office party (humbug!) Alex watched you all by yourself, his heart tells him to hurry and talk to you before he loses the chance to.

warnings: ch*cking, scracth*ng, degrad*ng.

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The elevator doors shut close, and finally, some silence makes you feel at ease. You're not even close to feeling a buzz with the skinny glasses of sparkly champagne they served and as you traveled up the rooftop you propped a cigarette in your mouth.

You swing open the door of the building's rooftop, the company you worked for was having its 6th anniversary, and while everyone was celebrating downstairs, you were aching for some time by yourself. The fresh cold allowed you to breathe but it only made goosebumps crawl up your back.

"Be careful there" Someone says from behind you, you are too close to the edge of the wall, so you turn around on your feet and face the man with the gentle voice.

"What are you doin' up here?" You say with a silly smile. Alex was one of the best workers at the company, he's been rewarded and recognized for his honest work and loyalty to the company, he's a good guy but socially awkward when it comes to going to bars late at night after working extra hours.

"Just wanted some space" You've never had a real conversation with Alex, let alone, be completely by yourself with him. Alex was a nice man, with his long wavy hair and his shy little voice and thick Yorkshire accent, he was decent, always serious but he had something likable and magnetic about him.

"Me too, are you having fun though?" You grab from your skirt your lighter and try to burn your cigarette, in the attempt you fail, and he leans in, grabbing the lighter and helping you light your cigarette, grabbing one from his box.

"Not quite there yet," He says, blowing the smoke away, "I'm waiting for the booze to kick in" You giggled, catching Alex's attention.

"It's the first time I've heard you say more than 4 words to me" Alex looks down to the floor smiling, he's quite shy but very nice, "I enjoy that..." He looks back at you with a smile, maybe it was the booze, but his radiant brown eyes looking at yours so deeply make you feel hot.

"What about you? How are you feelin'?" As you were talking, Alex's eyes ran down your body discreetly, you were looking sexy with your black mini skirt long sheer black knee socks, and grey silk button-up blouse, nearly unmade, your nails painted black, and your hair in soft curls. The smell of your perfume and the cigarette that burned in between your fingers blew him away.

"...But overall I think the party's ok, I just don't like the music the DJ chose" Alex smiles softly, and each time you talk he takes a step closer to you.

"Horrible set, isn't it?" You lightly chuckle nodding your head, "What kind of music would you like him to play?"

"Mmm... I dunno maybe the smiths? I love the smiths... I know it's an odd choice for a party but-"

Alex interrupted you by lightly putting his hand on your arm, his thumb caressing the soft material of your shirt, "No, no, not at all... it's much better than the trash they're playing" He noticed his hand on your arm, and you smiled as he took his hand away very shyly, as if he had to ask if it was ok even to do that, you crossed your eyes and he look down to the floor scratching the back of his head, "I-I..." He clears his throat, "Sorreh.... I know the DJ, he's an old mate, I can tell him to play some smiths for you" You see the way his body moves closer to yours, how his shoulders move unsteadily as he breathes, meaning his heart is beating fast, his eyes looking at you with hope, and you realized... someone has a crush on you.

"That would be great, thank you Alex" You and him head towards the door after throwing away your cigarettes, he opens the door for you and closes it once you are inside the building, you smile at him as your eyes crossed again, and you take initiative to grab his hand as no one was watching.

Getting involved with your co-workers was never an option for you, all the men that worked here were bitter and boring, always bragging about their money, faking a smile every time they talked about their marriages just to proceed to flirt with all the women at the copier room. You didn't have anything bad to say about Alex, he was a dork, a bit shy and awkward yet he was the most interesting and likable person in your office. He made himself present with little actions, he sometimes dropped by your desk to leave you a bagel or doughnut since you worked in the cubicle next to his, but you weren't the only one who received those little acts, so you thought nothing about it, he hardly even knew your name, but he always smiled at you whenever he saw you.

For all you knew, he was single, and he's very reserved, you only ever see him talking with Nick or Jamie, the drinks in you made your rules bend a bit, maybe see where this gets you, maybe nothing would happen, but if it did, you wouldn't feel bad about it at all.

The only rule that had to be respected was, not being seen flirting with him, rumors spread faster than the speed of light in your office, and you didn't want to ruin this little spark between you two for just one night.

As you and Alex step into the elevator, you drop his hand, being on opposite corners of the elevator, you cheekily smile at him, he looks visibly disappointed at how you dropped his hand. When the doors opened again, you two walked side by side, keeping a reasonable but choking distance from each other as if he was agreeing to your rules without you even having to tell him. As you walked past the people you stepped into the disco-style dancefloor with squares of neon lights, and Alex walked forward to the DJ, saying hi to the guy with fuzzy curly messy hair, black headphones on his neck, grey sweatpants, and funny sunglasses.

He whispers something to his ear, and the guy nods and they switch the music. You hear the hypnotic sound of the intro of 'How Soon Is Now?' by The Smiths, you're lightly divided by people, but he's still able to watch you dance, and you look beautiful as you do. He sees you smiling, laughing, and having fun with the other girls, but your eyes are only on him, and his on yours.

Alex wasn't a man of many words, but ever since you had come into the office, a part of his heart had started to beat so rapidly, that he always turned to look at you whenever you untied your tight ponytail and let your hair fall, whenever you stretched your back and he could see the outline of your chest peek through your shirt, he was gone. He never tried to speak to you, he was too self-conscious to do so, he lived all of his fantasies of you and him in his head, he had the sound of your voice engraved on his head. Whenever you dropped something he was always there to pick it up and hand it to you, or when the printer was out of paper he was the only one that gave you some new paper to work on, every day when he arrived with fresh goods he made sure you were the first to get the warmest piece or the biggest slice. He did all of that, but you didn't think it was out of a crush, you thought it was him just being nice, and man if he could tell you how wrong you were.

In his head, you two had thrown away all of the people and there was only you and him dancing to some old music that no one thought was fit for the occasion, but you thought there was no better timing than this one, but the fun ends as you feel someone's breath on your neck, one of your supervisors drunkenly whispers close to your ear...

"That skirt fits your bum very well" You rolled your eyes and walked away, not saying another word, Alex following you closely. He catches you at the elevator just in time sliding inside.

"Hi," He says out of breath, you giggle and he brushes his hair away, "Where are we going?" You smiled as you heard the excitement of his voice.

"Well, I was planning to go the rooftop again..." You say looking down to the floor, he saw how that man had whispered to your ear something that woke up a flaming rage inside you, something so profoundly disgusting, you just wanted to get away as fast as you could.

"I have a better idea..." You smile, he presses down at the button, and he waits patiently in the opposite corner, facing you with a smile, you wonder in your head where he was taking you, while he was battling in his head what else could he say to keep you interested, he thought he could bore you at any given time. The doors of the office were open, the lights were completely down, and only the lights of the city that shone through the cracks of the curtains could show you two the way. He noticed you were afraid to step inside, but he grabbed your hand and pulled you in, "The cameras are down for the night, don't worry love, no one's gunna 'now we were here"

You smiled, "I'm not worried about that... just not a big fan of the dark..." You giggled and he played along with you, he grabbed your hand tighter, making your cheeks lightly blush as you walked into his cubicle, you sat on his desk while he pulled from a corner a carton box and took out a big bottle of whisky, "I didn't take you as a bad boy, Al"

"Well, this is the only thing that takes some of me headaches from when me and Jamie stay late doin' those bloody Excel sheets" Then he takes out from his pocket his MP3 connecting it to the little speaker next to his desk, playing more music for you as he quickly goes to the break room and fetches you a plastic cup and a soda. He sits on his chair and pours you some coke and whisky, and when he severs you a good amount of alcohol he hands you the cup and grabs the bottle touching the edge of the bottle with your cup and you both drink away.

"Thanks... I couldn't handle more wine... needed something stronger" You smile at him, and he brushes his long hair away.

"Do you wanna know something else about the office?" You smile and nod your head, fixing your hair to the side, he shuffles on his chair and you hear the sound of his lighter coming off, he puts a cigarette in his mouth and lights it, blowing the smoke up directly without causing the fire alarm to go off.

"What the fuck?!" You both break into laughter, "Oh my God!-" He lightly shushes you to make you talk quieter, you keep laughing until your abdomen hurts, and you sip on your drink once more, "Imagine the day I decide to set my supervisor's chair on fire... God"

"He's a dickhead" You nod your head.

"I don't even wanna say anythin' else, I mean he doesn't touch me or anything but that doesn't mean he cannot say anything to me... which is what angers me" He nods his head, turning on the lamp next to his computer, "Thanks"

"I wanted to see you while you're talking" He smiles, and you lightly blush once more, "Next time he says anything to you, why don't we put some tacks on his desk?" You giggle together, you can't help but stare at the way the corners of his mouth rise to make that cute smile appear, you like how discreet he was, lightly grazing your hand whenever he laughed, or how his eyes sweep down to gaze your body.

"I was wrong about you Al," You say, he drags his chair closer to you very slowly so you don't notice but you do, and you don't mind it, "You're the only interesting person in this office"

"Why is that? You're always laughing with Brian at the copier" You stare at him with a cheeky grin.

"Are you jealous or something?" You tease him, and he stutters into his words trying to fix his mistake.

"No, I just thought that... never mind" He looked away, taking another sip of the bottle, you grab the cigarette trapped in between his fingers, taking a drag and staring at him deeply.

"He's just a funny guy, there's nothin' much going on with me" His eyes light up, so after all, you weren't the only one who was concerned about him being single or not.

"I'm glad," He blurs out, making you both smile, "What is so interesting about me anyway?" You bit your bottom lip, taking a big sip from his bottle of whiskey, the liquor scratching your throat but it goes down easily once you sip on your coke.

"I mean, isn't it obvious?" You smile at him, starting to feel a bit dizzy, he takes a big chug of his bottle while you talk, "I just know that you don't say everything that you think, there's more to you"

"You're not far from the truth," He says nudging his head and leaning closer to you, resting his elbow on his desk next to your leg, you saw his face properly now, and he was a dream.

"Why? Is there something you want to say to me, Alex?" You teased leaning in closer to his face, your hand almost touching his, you could smell his cologne now, the space in between you two almost being none.

"I'm afraid there aren't enough words for that" He looks down to the slit in your shirt, your arm squeezing your tits together, he could see your black lace bra perfectly, he had this insatiable need for you, "But as you know already, I am not a man of many words, I take actions" His eyes looked down to your lips, licking his, already drooling to get a taste of your lips, until you suddenly pulled away, scratching the back of your head, "Wait, what happened?"

"If this is going to happen, we can't kiss"

"But..." There has to be a but always.

"I'm not gonna do it if we're gonna be awkward in the mornin'" You cross your arms sitting comfortably on the desk.

"I'm not like that," He says with a smile, but he sees your position and your limits, he just wanted a little bit of you, from the moment he saw you outside all by yourself under the moonlight with your beautiful eyes and lips smiling to him he knew he had to strip out of his costume and talk to you at that moment, he needed and wanted you now than anything, "If you don't want me to kiss you, can I at least touch you?" You bit your lower lip, sitting upright, his eyes only looking at you and not anywhere else begging you to say yes, he desires you with a big ache, you see it right in his eyes, just as transparent as glass.

"Yes.." He cups your cheeks and his face approaches yours, looking at you with lust, his lips peck the inner corner of your lips, traveling up to your earlobe, his fingers lightly playing with your hair, and his lips kissing your neck very gently at first, but then he licks his lips, kissing your neck with big wet kisses all over the place, sniffing every last bit of your perfume. He kicks away his chair, standing up to run his hands down your sides, unbuttoning your shirt gently, sneaking his hands to your bra, kneading your tits and squeezing them hard, you sigh and he breathes in your quiet moans and sighs like smoke, letting it consume him from the inside out.

"You're so fuckin' beautiful" He whispers into your ear, kissing the left side of your chest, where your heart is, you try to fight the urge to kiss him, but impatiently, he's in great need to show you real pleasure, to tear down your rules and let him taste your mouth, there was nothing he desired more in that moment.

You untuck your shirt, letting him enjoy the taste of your skin, and his hands feel your bare skin, his hair lightly tickling your neck, and you couldn't escape the need to run your hands thru his soft curls, lightly pulling on his hair as he lets your tits spill out from your bra, sucking on them and nibbling your nipples with his teeth, his tongue licking and his mouth sucking every inch of your skin, leaving red bruises on your chest so you don't forget who's been there the next morning.

He momentarily pulls away from you, his lips tearing off your skin like scar tissue on your knees, "What?-"

"You were right, love," He says, the look in his eyes sending shivers all over your body, "I haven't told you everything"

"What else have you got to say to me?" His hands slowly travel down to your legs, riding up your skirt until they unravel your black lace underwear.

"I've been watching you ever since you came here, every day, every time you felt exhausted and you stretch your back against the chair, I just want to make that go away... make you feel brand new... drop a note and tell you to meet me in the bathroom, and make you sigh out of pleasure and not from being tired, I only see you" His eyes dug in yours as he kneeled in front of you, "Maybe you think I'm quiet and dorky, but you don't even know for how long I've been thinking of you like this" His knuckles pull your soaking wet panties to the side, his eyes watching you as his fingers enter your body and his lips suck on your pussy harshly, slowly your orgasms started to get louder and louder each time his fingers rimmed your walls. Shamelessly he licks your pussy up, swallowing every ounce of the wetness that leaks out of you, "You're so fuckin' tight babe, taste so delicious"

"Fuck... please, don't stop!" You push his head in between your legs, starting to feel that ache getting bigger and bigger as he sucks right at the spot you needed hard, his fingers fuck your pussy faster, filling up that hole so well, more wetness rushes out from your legs, your end is yet to come, you feel it crawling up from your belly to your chest, starting to form in your throat as a scream until he takes his mouth off from your warmed up cunt, leaving you to breathless and needy for more.

He covers your mouth with his hand, sliding down his fingers covered in your arousal into your mouth, your lips sucking them hard until he makes you gag around them, pulling them out from your mouth with a string of saliva, "Can you be quiet for me?" He says it in such an easy way you're so amazed.

"Mhm," You bit your bottom lip.

"Tell me babe... are you gonna let me fuck you or are you just gonna pretend your pussy isn't drooling for some of it?" Your cheeky smile is no competition for him, he's certain you're in great need of more than just fingers and sucking.

You grab the buckle of his belt, undoing it very slowly, your hand palming his hard-on, you smiled as you felt the size and weight of his cock, biting your bottom lip as you take him out of his boxers and see him on the flesh. The tip of his cock leaked some wetness, he sighed as you give his veiny cock a few strokes, the tip of your thumb rubbing down his head, spreading it all over his cock. His hands cover your mouth pushing your head back and his tip rims your clit, lubing up his cock with your juices. You were trying to find a way to get more pleasure from him but the only way was right in front of you, "You know what to say babe... don't act like a dumb little cunt"

Your eyes lock in his, his lips a few inches close to yours, to kiss your lips, "Fuck me, Alex, please..." You bite your lower lip as the tip of his cock slides down tightly inside you, making you sigh. His fingers dig into your thighs, and you rock yourself against him, your elbow in the desk while the other holds Alex's shoulder tightly, his hand gripping the wall and the other one in your lower back. He rocks his hips against yours, fucking you slowly and passionately, the tip of your nose against his, he liked to watch your pupils dilate as he buries himself deep inside you.

"I loved leaving you just like that... soaked in all of your juices for me cock to slip inside you... God, you're so fuckin' wet for me... you fuckin' cock lovin' whore"

"Fuck you" You pant, "Fuck you Alex" You push your hips against his harder, his hands scattered in the back of your head, wrapping his arm around you, driving his cock in and out of you so hard, you were slowly losing yourself in his arms, enjoying how good he's fucking you.

"You love it," He says with a grin on his lips, his lips moaning against yours, grazing each other, laying one in another, but so far from being sealed together, that kept him on the verge, everything being strictly physical, the desire of wanting the feeling of your lips around his will bother him for the rest of the night.

Your tits bounce against his chest, sweat drips down from his forehead, and he's forcing himself to handle longer just for you to come on his cock so hard your whole body would feel light and high in the sky. You grip his shoulder tightly, holding yourself up with your hand, his fingers wrapped around your neck as he feels your pussy dragging him in, getting tighter with each stroke of his cock in your walls. His thumb went down in between your legs, rubbing your clit in tight little circles, forcing you to come, your abdomen pushing out your last cry of pleasure, and you choked out a little sigh of relief.

Alex was fast to pull out of you, you watch how his hand made a fist around his cock, and you didn't want him to finish like that. You willingly get down on your knees, and blow him thoroughly, "Jeeesus fuckin' christ... fuck!" He made a fist with your hair, "You want me to cum in your mouth, babe?" You hummed as a yes, sucking him harder as he drove your head back and forward. He drove his hips into your mouth, pushing your head until the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat making you gag all over him, feeling him come inside your mouth in hot spurts at the feeling of your soft plump lips. You swallowed without him having to say it, "Mmm... fuuckin' hell, that was..."

"Really good," You said, he helped you get to up from the ground, holding hands and smiling at each other.

"You're ok? Your knees don't hurt or anything?" You giggled lightly, feeling a little strange about how much he cared for those little things.

"No, no, I'm alright" You turned to fix your blause, putting each button back on, and when you faced him back, you saw him staring at you with his big puppy eyes in awe, "What?"

"You've... um, your eye... I'll fix it" He grabbed the edge of his sleeve, he was wearing a basic white button-up shirt, denim jeans, and a belt. He cleaned the stain in your eye from the crying, and while you fixed your hair, he put everything in his desk back in order.

"Thank you, Al," You said with an honest smile, "I had fun"

"Sounds like a goodbye," He says with a fainted smile.

"No... it's not, I'll see you tomorrow, right?" He fakes a smile and says yes with his head, before you head out, he grabs you by the wrist and pulls you in to give you a warm hug, you lean back to get a better look at him and say, "Sweet dreams, Al"

"You too" You break the hug, leaving the confused man with his big brain and questions all by himself.

When he drove to his apartment and laid down on his bed, he grabbed his phone, wanting to send you a message, but what type of message? You said you were ok, even said you had fun, but he was hooked. He was aching to know more about you, to know what you think. The rest of the night he kept looping around in his head every word he said to you, and everything you and him had done. He didn't want to sound so needy, but at least he wanted to talk to you.

The next day at the office when Alex sat on his chair, he smiled, vividly remembering what had happened the night before. But he knew something felt strange, he felt something was missing, this feeling was bittersweet, and you came right in through the door with your black low-waist pants, heels, and baby pink shirt with some buttons undone, he knew exactly what he needed to do.

There was a moment when everyone was working quietly in the cubicle, and he pushed himself up from his chair, walking through your cubicle he dropped a little purple post-it note at your desk.

"Break room"

That's all the letter said.

You put the note away in your purse, walking to meet him, you closed the door and he was waiting for you behind it.

"Hey," You said with a gentle smile.

"I- um" You sighed, thinking you knew well what he wanted to say. So, you cut him up before he did.

"Nothin' happened last night, you can forget about it... we had fun, let's leave it like that" But before you could escape him he pulled you back in by your wrist, making shivers run up your arms.

"No, I wasn't gonna-" He smiles very kindly to you, making you feel warm, "I just wanted to ask you out for dinner, tonight... if that's ok?" A little smile crawls from the corner of your mouth.

He liked how you looked with that little smile in the corner of your lips, that little blush creeping up your cheeks, "Yeah, yes"

You both smile at each other very shyly but happily, you nod your head and slowly take a step back but he leans in, his arm wrapping around your waist, "Now that we're sober... is the kissing policy revocable? or..." You break into laughter and take a step closer to him, he leans in and presses his lips against yours. You couldn't believe how just a simple little kiss on the lips could feel so electrifying, his lovely warm lips open to kiss you properly, he tasted the fresh cappuccino in your mouth with soft cinnamon in your breath, mixing with the taste of your lipstick. He tasted like black coffee and a cigarette bright and early in the morning, a mixture that makes one become an addict.

When you pulled back some blush creeps into your cheeks, "I'll see you later then..." You said.

"Last one before you leave" He pulled you in, giving you another soft kiss on your lips, biting down on your bottom lip before your lips tore apart.

A/N

I'll be posting more of your requests soon! I love you all, and I've taken some time to make the playlists fitted for the chapters, some will be longer than the others but I hope you enjoy them all.

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lilacstro · 2 months

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私はスター//⭐watashi wa star ⭐pac: how can you embrace your main character energy this leo season

happy leo season y'all <3 (July 23 to about August 22). This song has such a major Leo energy dont come after me frfr. So, this pac is inspired by the energy that we NEED to embody this Leo season... even from the corner of your room if that is where you are 24/7

I GET MONEY I AM STAR STAR STAR (the affirmations go hard lol)

also I saw the Sun card peak out in every pile while shuffling so that just makes it even better haha.

paid readings are open<3

decks used: spirits speak tarot and affirmation oracle.

choose a pile:)

pile 1 pile 2 pile 3

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Pile 1

I think you guys already have or will get some extra favors from people. It is surprising because I have an eight card tarot spread but I do not understand how it just became 10 tarot card spread. I think the very first message I am getting VERY clearly is connecting to your inside, yourself. Listening to your self. Pouring the cup of love you pour on others all inside yourself. Embody that divine feminine, wear that sexy black dress. Lyrics from Kehlani's song Good thing " I make myself up to dance in the mirror when I am at home" I would also suggest leaving away stagnant feeling, emotions and resentment. I see 111 as I am saying this. I would suggest writing all of this down and burning it away. DO NOT give your energy to what drains you, leave it behind. I would also suggest trying not to invest energy at multiple places at once and burning yourself out totally. Do not hurry or be restless, relax!! If you guys are wanting to start something new, learn something new, especially if some marketable skill, please do. Also, you can do ANYTHING you desire, anything you set your mind to. You can start from scratch and build all the way up to being a skilled person. Also, do not mind opinions, or embarrassment or being cringe etc, be open to embrace yourself, or even look like a fool, literally all you need is you. Pile 1 , "your give a fucks should be on vacation" lol. You are going to move so swiftly and so far if you leave all your burden behind that is not needed. Put your focus on things you can hold, feel balanced and keep your faith on things you are doing and you would see your confidence go>>>>> You guys do have some special energy since I see you getting that one special card I wrote out of feeling for this affirmation deck I have. Also please blast loud music that makes you feel like yourself, that is something I was picking up

Affirmations you can speak to yourself this month: 1. I am at peace with my past 2. I am divine 3. I open my heart to love 4. I go with the flow and feel my connection to the stream of life

Pile 2

Boy you guys already SHINEEE. you also have the OG sun card come out what can I say. There is some attractive, vibrant nature to you, something shiny and sparkly about you. Now, I feel it would be a really good idea to wear some extroverted energy, or at least for a little while, and go out and show what you have got. I remember Olivia Rodrigo once saying " you can be extremely talented, but if you do not show up, what's the point". I have feeling that some of you might want to start a YouTube channel, cover channel or maybe even put your music out. No better time than now. If you guys have partners, the more you shine, you would brighten up them too. You guys are shining together!! and if you are not in a relationship, opening yourself, and letting yourself just be can attract you someone on a similar vibration to you. So what is the message we get? Embody the person and vibration you love. Choose peace over unnecessary drama and thrill, and you would see your light not getting dim. Express yourself and your emotions to people, talk to people, find new things and hobbies you may like, invest your time in doing things. Try multiple new things, unlike Pile 1 who felt more like having a one track mind and finding something they really enjoy from what they are already doing, you should infact find many things you like and occupy yourself, and find yourself and let yourself out is what I mean. YOU SHINEEE.

Affirmations you can speak to yourself this month:( I see 1333 as I type.)

1.I maintain alignment with my source energy 2. I silence my mind and listen intently 3.I follow my bliss (literally told y'all to let yourself out and try new things and people who you may match with vibration you embody) 4.I forgive myself and set myself free

Pile 3

Ok, the very first clear message for you Pile 3, is separating yourself from chaos. There is also a message of opening yourself up, to give and receive, but both should be aligned to your will, who you want to entertain, what do you want to entertain and what do you want in return. Don't close yourself off, to neither giving or receiving, but be extremely mindful. Set boundaries. If you guys have a lot of overwhelming energy or draining interactions, step back and look inwards, look inside. There is also a message that you guys may spiral over things at times, maybe that is a habit, a person or situation, maybe even a bad sleep schedule for some of you, you indeed need to move past such habits. To tie it all down for you, your main character energy would come when you shine on the inside, and recognize it too. You can get whatever you want, I think if you guys have something you want to work towards or focus on, do it quietly and in serenity. Embody a comfortable energy. Your energy is the blanket your soul, spirit and body wear, and that energy originates inside you. Wear a comfortable skin, if you do not want to socialize, it is fine, you are not obliged to. If you guys are wanting to manifest something, visualizing and feeling it, especially before bed is a nice idea. Also, try maintaining inner peace and reflect, meditation would be a really good idea. So, in summary, you can embody your main character energy when you let your guards down, de puff your chest and create a serene environment for you to be in. I had the Sun card almost falling out, after which Moon came out, and it makes me think, you have two sides to yourself, and you do not need to embody the sun at night, choose your persona and what you want, who you want to give to. Balance the two sides inside and let them out at your comfort, this adaptability is your super power if used right.

Affirmations you can speak to yourself this month:

1.I am safe in the universe, all life loves and supports me 2.with clarity of mind feel abundance and worthiness coming through 3.I open my heart to love 4. I live in the paradise of my own creation (this adds meaning to both choosing your persona, your people, manifesting and even the message of turning inwards 5.my heart is overflowing with joy

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tteokdoroki · 2 years

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𑊡˚+₊🍼✦ — for better or for worse + kbkg.

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — hurt comfort, angst, happy ending, newlyweds, misunderstandings, bkg implies reader cheats but they don’t, gn!reader, husband!bakugou. 4 @bfbkg who wanted some hurt comfort!!

“you weren’t there for me when i needed you.”your voice trembles, even when you shout the volume wracks your entire body— has you shaking and even you stumble back from the power behind your voice. “you’re never here when i need you.”

bakugou’s red eyes flame up with fury, and he crossed the room within quick and simple strides. he’d never hurt you, never touch you in a way you wouldn’t like— you know that, he knows that but it doesn’t mean it stings any less when you flinch away from him. “‘nd what? you think that’s an excuse to call him up? fuck off with—“ he starts, but you’re quick to match your husband’s energy.

toe for toe, beat for beat you go through your arguments— emotions clawing at one another through the crisp night air, leaving battle scars, making one another bleed.

“who izuku?” you ask exasperatedly, cutting the blonde off with narrowed eyes. “i needed a ride home and he’s my friend. our friend! how many times do i have to tell you he’s not a problem for you!?” you add when bakugou gives you a curt nod, throwing your hands up in the air. “he’s the only fucking person i know in this city aside from you.”

“not this shit again—“ he walks away from you now, eyes rolling and heart pumping wildly in his chest.

following katsuki, you go on. “you left me alone tonight, at a restaurant you were supposed to meet me at. for a date you planned!” you’re pouring your heart and soul out like it’s blood from an open wound. begging him to see the pain that’s been there all along. “i don’t know anyone here, i moved to this city for you and time and time again i’m just the afterthought to you katsuki. i’m not doing this anymore.”

“then don’t? why the fuck do you stick around if that piece of shit nerd is so much better?” bakugou’s screaming and he tells you like it’s obvious, like he’s giving you an easy out to the relationship you’ve built over the years. cutting down the flower before it’s bloomed, offering its sweet scent to the world. “‘cause you love him, right? he’s oh so fuckin’ good to you. you can always count on good ol’ deku.”

so you scream right back, until your throat is raw and your eyes burn with tears. “i love you, not him,” you sniff. “because i’d do anything for you and for once i want you to do the same. to show up to dates on time and to treat me like a priority. like your partner!”

“maybe you ain’t a priority to me.”

no matter how angry he gets, bakugou would never hurt you, never touch you in a way that you wouldn’t like— but in that moment, he knows he’s gone against all of those rules. he regrets the words the instant he says them— he sees it on your face, the flash of pain, the sparkle of tears in your eyes and the room is rendered silent, quiet except for the rain outside and the occasional clap of thunder.

you don’t say anything when you turn on your heel, footsteps light as you tread to the bedroom and bakugou follows suit— bumbling apologies, feeling like he can’t breathe, feeling like he might die when you pull out a small bag already packed with everything that you need. he didn’t mean it, he doesn’t want you to go, why the fuck would he say that?

“where are you going?” the blonde is desperate now, gripping onto your wrist and when you flinch again he lets go like he’s touched something hot. “s’late ,you can’t go anywhere.”

you look up at him like he’s burned you too. “i booked a car to my mother’s, she’s the next town over and clearly this isn’t working out—“

“you can’t go anywhere.” bakugou repeats, quieter now, wavering with gravel etched into his tone. “you can’t—“

“bakugou. let go of me. i need to go.” you push at his chest as he corners you in.”

“katsuki. you can’t—“

“bakugou—“

“katsuki!” you’re facing one another now, chest heaving and his cheeks red from exertion. he’s tired of running from this and from you, bakugou knows you are too, so he hangs his head and says. “for better or for worse.”

“what?”

“for better or for worse, you remember when we took those vows?” of course you do, it’s been but a year since you stood up in front of a crowd of your closest family and friends and told katsuki bakugou you’d go through whatever forever with him. so you give him a nod, lips wobbling and body shaking as katsuki wraps his arms around you. “we’re in our worst right now…i’ve been bad to you, sweetheart. but i swear, fuckin’ promise you…i’ll be better. i’ll do better. for you.”

your fingers sink into the cable knit sweater katsuki wears, you touch him like he’s warm and not something that burns you, and even though silent tears slip down your cheeks, you manage a quiet response. “for me?”

“always for you.”

the bag you’d packed slips from your grip and you can hear your ride pull up on the wet gravel outside— but you can’t bring yourself to pick it up, pick yourself up from katsuki’s grip as you break out into small sobs, slinking deeper into his arms while he brings you into him, pressing his chin to your head.

“promise me katsuki.” the rain beats down on the car parked outside, the horn honking through your worst moments, through your silence.

“i promise, i’ll show you better days.” bakugou swears by it, sealing the deal with a kiss to your hairline.

for better or for worse, he promises you, it’ll be better from now on.

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Up in The Air

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ Suguru Geto x Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- Cunnilingus, fingering, blow jobs, teasing, ass smacking, basically more edging lol

♡ ♡ Word Count ♡ ♡ 7,530

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ You have been jilted at the altar by your groom, Mahito, who has led you on for years. Your best friends, Maki and Yuta, suggest to go on this Honeymoon alone, to get away and find yourself again. On the plane ride, you run into a gorgeous man on a business trip, who holds your hand when you say that you're terrified of planes, Suguru Geto. You all fall into easy conversation, and there's chemistry, he makes you feel better than you had in a long time. You think to ask his number, when he realizes that his room has fallen through.

Well, you have a big honeymoon suite, and you suggest he stays with you. What can go wrong? Not like you don't wanna straddle him or anything...

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

You sigh, stretching a bit as you wake up with the big bright windows streaming light in through the large bay windows of the suite, you blink just a bit at the brightness, then you feel a strong arm holding you down. You flush, looking behind you at him, at Suguru Geto, still fast asleep next to you, his hair is falling across his face ever so, and his full lips are just a little parted, he looks so…

Handsome. Beautiful? Peaceful.

You turn to him then, still snuggled under his arm, heavy around you, and it tightens a bit, he mumbles something under his breath, his brows furrowing just a bit, little lines in between them. You gently brush your fingertips over the little line, and he snuggles into your touch. You feel your chest tighten with affection as you look at him, your breath catches in your throat.

His strong chest is rising and falling with each deep breath, you peer down a bit to see half the sheet is off, revealing his strong muscles and part of that tattoo that tempts you so. You bite your lip as you trace your fingers over his chest, feeling the contours of his muscles, memorizing every inch of him.

How long would you have him near, you wonder?

You certainly wanted to savor every moment. You palm his chest then, feeling his steady heart beat under his warm skin, you close your eyes for a moment, snuggling against his chest and listening to it.

Last night you’d both been exhausted after dinner, which clearly passed his taste test, he had loved it. Then he’d just kind of fell into bed and slept soundly, and you’d had your pulse racing for a few, overheated and giddy when he’d pulled you against him, slung his arm around you… It hadn’t taken you just a moment more to fall into a blissful sleep.

You lean forward and brush back his silky black hair off his forehead, and shut your eyes, kissing him there, sighing. You pull back a bit, then jerk in surprise, when his hand grips your arm a bit, and you peer back to see his chocolate eyes, lidded with his sleepiness, and a little smile.

Fuck he’s beautiful.

"Morning, gorgeous," he murmurs, his voice still rough from sleep. You blush, unable to believe that he actually thinks you're beautiful, that he actually spends time with you. "How'd you sleep?”

“Good," You whisper, still a bit shy. “Very good. You snore a little.” He laughs at that.

“I know, I’ve heard. Is it annoying?” You shake your head, brushing his hair softly in strokes now, eyes meeting his.

“Not at all, kind of cute.” He snorts then, rolling his eyes, then he shuts them a bit, humming.

“That feels really, really fucking nice.” He says, and you exhale, continuing the little strokes, and his strong arm brushes down your waist, his big hand resting on your bare ribcage, burning the skin and shooting desire with just that.

“Does it?” He nods, and pulls you a little closer, you gasp when your thigh is around his hips, and he looks back at you, smirking, hand trailing to your hip now, leaving goosebumps in its wake, you moan softly, and the energy changes in the bright room now, it grows more charged.

“Have you ever cuddled?” He asked, and you sigh, scooching closer, moaning in the back of your throat when his thigh is between yours, heat between them making him moan in turn, his grip tightening.

“No, I haven’t, unless we count my best friend Maki. Or mom.” He smiles a bit at that. “I really, really love it though. I think I would get addicted to it.”

“I think I’d get addicted to you. I… shit.” He curses a bit, inhaling sharply, but you melt at it, leaning closer, hand on his cheeks, thumb brushing against the high cheek bone gently.

“I already am.” You whisper softly, and your eyes stay locked on each other, breaths coming heavier and heavier, as he pulls you even closer, and you feel him, rock hard and thick against you, against where you’re slick. You bite your lip, as you both come even closer, your noses touching.

“Should I brush my teeth?” He asks teasingly, and you shake your head, giggling at him.

“Should I?”

“No. You’re good.” He kisses you softly, and you moan into his full lips, hips rolling on their own, his thumb presses in right where your pelvis is, and you struggle not to grind on him pathetically. “You always taste good.”

“Suguru…” You whine when he kisses down your throat, nipping your sensitive skin. “You make it really hard not to fall head over heels you know.”

He pauses a bit, then exhales, breath tickling your throat, you shiver, then he kisses it again. “It’s scary how comfortable it feels waking up next to you.” He whispers, then his teeth sink in your neck, and your head lolls back, your hips arching up just a bit more against him.

“It scares you?” Your voice grows hoarse a bit, as your tummy clenches with want, his bite turning to lavishes with his tongue, his hands tight on you, one sliding up in your hair, gripping. Your neck arches, you gasp at it.

“Scares the fuck out of me.” He’s whispering in your ear now, licking the little earlobe and nipping it, you shiver as sensations wrack through you. “You’re much braver than me, Princess.”

“No, it scares me in a way… just feels so good that I just…” Your hands run down his chest, his abdomen, feeling the taut muscles tense under your touch, he leans back and looks at you. “I just roll with it, Sugu.”

“Sugu…” He pauses, exhaling a bit, smiling. “Only my best friend has ever called me that.”

“I’m so sorry! It…” He cuts you off with a passionate kiss, and before you know it, you’re on him, straddling him, cunt pressed against his thick cock with just your shorts and his boxers as barrier. Your breasts are on his chest, tank twisted in your sleep so that your breasts are nearly out.

“Don’t apologize, Princess..” His big hands cup your face, you push up on your arms, hands on either side of his pretty fucking face. “You know, if you weren’t-”

“Fix that, then.” You grow bold as fuck, grinding your hips on him, and he hisses, glaring up at you and snatching your hips up, yanking you off him.

“You’re so bratty.” He speaks through his teeth, and you giggle breathlessly, but then he’s flipped you on your back, and your chest is heaving, as his big hands take over your delicate wrists, gripping them. The alarm goes off on his phone then, and he curses, scowling over at the nightstand.

“Work meeting today too?”

He lays his head on yours, foreheads touching, lips ghosting over each other. Your heart is racing at him having dominated you, surprising you so much, yet intriguing the fuck out of you.

“I only have to be there a couple hours today.” His pretty brown eyes lock on yours, the sun out the windows is casting shadows along the side of his face. He sighs, then eases up, leaning over and shutting off the phone, then he smirks down at you, a devious look on his face.

“Oh no…” He grins at that, and you wriggle a bit as he’s back on you then, grip back on your wrists.

“I’d love to tie you up. That’s what I was gonna say…” You feel your cunt throb around nothing at the mere thought, your lips part as you look up at him with desire in your gaze.

“Tie me up and do… What, Sugu?” He runs his hands down your arms then, your waist, over your tummy, watching you tremble, watching you just fall apart under him from his mere touch. Then his hand finds you slick over your shorts. “Ah!”

He rubs you over the fabric, making you squirm, a smug smirk on his face. “I was gonna say, I’d love to tie you up, and spend the whole morning making you come over and over, until you have no silly thoughts in that pretty head.” You moan softly in the back of your throat, as his words make you wetter against his touch. He exhales, leaning closer over you.

“That sounds pretty amazing.” You manage, he laughs a bit at you, softly, pushing up his hand more, adding that pressure, your fabric is sticky on your clit now. “You could totally do that.”

“I could do that part… but I also want to fuck you senseless, until you can’t even remember your own name.” You gasped, hips arching, wrists twisting under his grip, while those sexy chocolate eyes watch you.

“Suguru… please…” Is all you manage to whine, pathetic honestly, eyes fluttering shut when his hard body presses on yours, his weight on you, firm muscles and taut skin, making you throb now.

He continues, kissing your lower lip, up your jaw, to your ear, tickling you with his breath. “Until all you know is me, my mouth, my cock… my fingers…. just all over you… inside of you.”

You’re gushing now, and he notices. “Suguru… mmnh…. You could totally do this?”

He just grins as your hips jerk up, pressing a finger under your shorts now, into your hot wetness, sliding a finger up and down your soaking wet folds. “You’d like me to tie you up and fuck you, Princess?”

You just moan, nodding, and he's quiet for a moment, then his alarm goes off again, you curse, and he exhales, grabbing his phone and shutting it off. “That sounds like a hell of a first time to me.” You murmur, against his ear, flicking your tongue on his ear, he grabs you tight along the waist, full lips bruising on yours.

“Your first time tied up? No way.” You glare, and he laughs at you.

“You’re the biggest tease ever .” You push on his chest a bit, but he just leans up on his arms, staring down at you, long silky hair falling over his broad shoulders, over his collarbone.

“I think I’d go more romantic the first time.” He murmurs, studying you, your cheeks flushed, lips red from his kisses, your eyes glistening with how much you want him.

“Romantic first, tied up second?” He snorts, rolling his eyes and sighing, and now his phone is ringing. “I hate your phone.”

“Same. But… work calls, Princess.” You whine, but he takes your mouth in a bruising kiss, and your body just responds, arching up to meet him, your legs wrapping around his waist, your heels digging into his strong back. “I can still give you a taste of what’s to come, hmm?” He says, grinning down at you, his teeth flashing a bit.

“Please, Sugu.” You whisper, hands gently grabbing his strong shoulders, fingers gently pressing into them, and he kisses down your neck, to your chest, and pulls your tank top down, taking one of your peaks in his mouth, nipping, sucking, licking. You moan, and he moves to the other one, giving it the same treatment, your hands are now in his hair, gripping tightly.

You’re lost in the moment, lost in him, your body trembling, and your cunt dripping so much your thighs are sticky. You lift your hips up, pleading silently, he moans as his cock brushes you through his shorts, pressing hard. Your body reacts and you’re arching like some cat, craving him, wanting him, needing him.

“Fuck… you feel too good.” He murmurs, easing back and exhaling, gently brushing kiss after kiss on your lips. “I’ll never get to this meeting if I don’t take a cold shower.”

You giggle, covering your face, but he yanks down his hands, as he does, you sigh and look up at him happily. “Suguru, you’re just so beautiful.”

“ You’re beautiful.” You kiss again, then he sighs, leaning back, you sit up on your elbows, pouting. “Are you giving me puppy dog eyes again?”

“Will that work?” He just shakes his head. “Did you want to continue this… when you get back?”

“You’re so eager for me hmm?” You just nod, fingers trailing up and down his tattoo, watching the muscles tense under your touch.

“I want you so bad.” You whisper, and then he’s cursing under his breath, kissing you again, brutal and different, teeth bumping as his tongue possesses your mouth, and you fall into it, but it’s over too quickly.

“Please eat, and drink water today for me?” You smile, nodding, sitting up and stretching as he stands.

“I will. There are boat tours, would you want to take one tonight? I can get everything set up and get us tickets.”

“A boat, huh? That actually sounds fun.”

“We could… totally fuck on the boat.”

“Calm down, brat.” You giggle, and walk up to him, hugging him from behind as he goes to the dresser. He just holds your wrists, keeping you there for a moment, sighing.

“ ‘Not your first time, Princess’ hmm?” He grabs your wrists and has you in front of him in just a minute, you gasp in surprise when he has you bent over the dresser, and yanks your shorts down.

“I think I’ll give you a taste of what I want to do, since you’re begging for it.” He whispers, and you’re so soaked the cool air hitting your overheated cunt makes you moan. “I’m going to spank your nice little ass, that okay Princess?”

He is so sweet, you think, asking your permission, making sure you were okay even if it was clear you were turned on. You peek back at him, biting your lip, arching your ass up and grinning. “Yes, Sir, that’s okay.”

He exhales, hand running down your ass cheek now, tender, you shiver a bit at the touch, then yelp as he smacks the fuck out of you, his hand coming down so hard you see stars for a moment. He does it again, on the other cheek now, holding you delicately under your chin and having you look back at him, arching your neck at his handsome face with a devious grin.

“You like it, don’t you, bratty princess?” You nod, eagerly, and he moans a bit, rubbing your sore ass, then smacking you again, until you’re squirming, dripping wet cunt begging to be touched, but he doesn’t, he barely teases it with the back of his fingers.

“Yes, I like it. Ah!” He smacks you right between your thighs, over your puffy lips of your cunt, you cry out and grip the dresser so hard your knuckles go white. “Suguru…”

“I think I prefer ‘Yes Sir’. It sounds so pretty from your lips.” He murmurs, and then he hits that spot again, your ass is red and hot, and you can feel your cunt pulsing with every smack, your body begging for more.

“Yes, Sir, I do like it.” You murmur, then he kisses your neck, and you lean into it, groaning when you feel his cock against your ass.

“Be good for me today, okay Princess?” He murmurs softly.

“I will, Sir..” You whisper, and he pulls away, sliding your shorts up, giving your sore ass a light pat, making you shiver.

“Good girl.” He hugs you from behind, kissing your cheek. “I do have to go, but I’ll be back for this boat ride later. Can you sit through it or will you need to stand?”

“Suguru!” You giggle, rubbing your ass with a little wince, he tilts your chin up, smirking down at you.

“Is that sort of thing okay with you?” You nod, a bit too eager. “When we go further… Please always tell me if you’re okay with things. You don’t have much experience and I… I have a lot. I don’t want to push something on you.”

“You’re too sweet to me.” You feel emotions hit, mixing with the desire and soreness in a heady way. “I promise, I liked all of it.” You rub his chest up and down, sighing. “I’d like to keep you naked all day.”

“You’re the freakiest virgin ever.” He admonishes, and you watch him head to the bathroom, sighing. You head in there as well, beginning to brush your teeth and wash your face as he does indeed take a cold shower, you muse, there is no steam at all, and he’s cursing a bit under his breath.

“I could help you before work.” You tease, and you hear his groan in the shower, making you giggle.

“Stop it, brat.” His words are quiet under the spray of the water.

“Want breakfast?”

“I want to eat you.” You giggle again, and then you pause for a moment, when have you felt this good? Did you deserve to feel this good…

You try to shake that off for now.

“I’ll grab some from downstairs for you!”

“Thank you Princess.”

Fuck you have it bad.

He’s in a sleek pinstripe business suit when you’re back up, and your throat goes dry at the sight of him, so handsome it nearly makes you ache. Those doubts hit again, are you too needy, too eager? Like you were with Mahito? But Geto was nothing like him, at all…

But would he get tired of you?

Fuck.

“Hey, Princess…” You’re shaken out of your reverie by Geto’s long fingers under your chin, tilting you up to look at him. You blink in confusion, peering up, his brows are drawn together low. “Where’s that mind at?”

“I’m so sorry, here!” You hand him the breakfast you’d snatched up. “I got a few different things.”

He looks down at where your hands are joined, fingers touching slightly. “Thank you very much, are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yes, of course! Probably the horny brain.” You try to tease, but your voice breaks a bit, and you realize how fake it sounds.

“Hmm. Text me if you need anything, okay? I can always text back.” He brushes his fingers through your hair, you sigh, looking down again.

“I don’t want to bug you, you spent enough of your vacation with me.”

“It’s a lot better because of you.”

You feel tears prick your eyes, and you take a shaky breath, smiling back up at him.

Suguru’s heart stops when he sees that smile, with tears glistening in your pretty eyes. His breath catches in his throat, not just because you’re beautiful… no, it’s more… it’s how badly he wants to keep a smile on your face. How much he wishes he could take whatever doubts you have and get rid of them. How badly he wants you to feel as special as you are…

Fuck.

He’s silent a moment, and you worry that maybe you’re just too weird, too damaged, doubts just wrack you. You struggle to put it together a bit, tightening his tie for him and smoothing his collar. He just looks at you, with those seductive eyes, as if he can see right through you.

“I appreciate it so much, thank you Suguru. I’ll have everything ready for us.” You give him a hug, on your tiptoes, wrapping your arms around his neck. He sighs, wrapping his around the nip of your waist, kissing your head.

“Sounds good Princess. Don’t get in trouble now.” He winks, grabbing his briefcase and phone, checking the time. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

You manage a smile, waving and watching him leave, his footsteps fading down the hall. And then you’re left, alone in the suite, your skin red from those spanks and lips red from the kisses. Your body feels alive, and your mind races with excitement, but then these fucking doubts?

Fuck.

Can’t you just enjoy this?

No, you will enjoy it.

Your phone rings, and then you freeze as you see the number.

Fucking Mahito.

You ignore it, hand shaking as you swipe at your screen, then he calls again, and you glare, swiping up again. Again. Again. You roll your eyes, anger filling your very veins, hating his stupid picture that pops up, with his fucking baby face and big blue eyes. Looking so innocent when he crushed your heart.

Again, it rings.

“What the fuck do you want?” You answer, and hear his childish, high pitched little fucking laugh then.

Mahito’s voice was like nails on a chalkboard, so fake and full of shit. “Oh, good morning, sweetheart . How’s your little vacation?”

You grip the phone so tight you worry you’ll fucking break it. “Are you fucking kidding me? What do you want?”

“Well, I was hoping we could talk, you know, I figure by now you’re missing me so much, might as well give you a little crumb of attention.”

“Talk? Talk about what? The wedding you called off because you couldn’t keep your dick in your pants?” He laughs loud at that.

“Oooh, what’s that sun doing to you? Making my girl feisty.”

“I am not your girl anymore. Thank God.” You can feel your heart racing, your cheeks burning with humiliation. “I’m busy. You’re no part of my life.”

“Oh, really? Busy doing what? Having fun without me?” He pouts, you can almost hear it through the phone, his stupid face he makes when you don’t follow along with his antagonizing.

You clench your fists, manicured nails digging into your palms. “I have plans with someone else tonight actually.”

There’s a pause, and for a second you think he’s going to hang up, but no, of course he wouldn’t let you go that easily.

Mahito’s tone turns sour, then. “You’re using someone to get back at me, aren’t you? That’s pathetic sweetheart, and it won’t work. He’ll get tired of you too, just like everyone else does, I was the only one that stayed.”

Your nails dig in your palms further, leaving marks, and you feel your resolve shatter, that tender bit of confidence Geto was enforcing was gone in moments. Like a truck hit you, you can’t fucking breathe. Part of you thinks he's right, but this little part of you just feels anger, deep and hot, radiating through you. He’s laughing on the other line, and you blink away your tears.

“That’s where you’re wrong. I have met someone who treats me like a human being, not a bug to crush under their fucking shoe.”

Mahito laughs. “Oh, sure he does, so he can fuck you. You think he’s going to stick around after he’s had his fun with you? Nah sweetheart, he’ll throw you away like trash, just like you are.”

Your stomach twists at his words, those old insecurities rising up like bile. But you refuse to let him get to you anymore. “Go fuck your girl you’re with, don’t worry who I end up fucking. It’ll be better than anything you’d have done.”

“Oh really? So all that training, making you the perfect toy for me, and you want to give your virginity to a random dude?” You roll your eyes, swiping the tears, and his voice gets darker, the way it would get when he’d down you, make you hate yourself, make you cry.

Fuck him.

“You would have sucked, you’re a selfish piece of shit. So. I’ll do whatever I want with my body. You’ve given up any right to talk about it.” You struggle to stand firm, to steady your breathing, pacing around the suite.

“You seemed to fall apart with a little touch on that clit. Grind on my leg while you sucked me off. I find this hard to believe. You’re just hurt, sweetheart, but don’t worry, I’ll make you feel better when you’re back.”

“The fuck you will, I’ll never see or talk to you ever again. And trust me, I now know what getting off is, so I sure the fuck wouldn’t go back to you.”

“So you’re a little fucking slut now?” His voice gets even darker, you tremble at his tone. “Pathetic, throwing yourself at someone’s feet, because no one will ever want you. I mean, look at you.”

You choke back a sob, sinking down on the floor, as the years and years of abuse come to a head. You struggle to hold yourself together, hugging your knees to your chest and feeling the tears fall, the room feels like it’s closing in on you, the very walls.

Suguru calls you beautiful.

He didn’t need to either… look at the man, but he calls you that. You feel that way.

“Guess what, Mahito? I’m fucking pretty. And even if I wasn’t, I’m kind, and a good person, that matters more.”

He grows quiet again, then laughs bitterly. “I see, maybe someone really wants to fuck a virgin, you are rare as fuck at your age. Pathetic honestly. So they’ll fill your ear with sweet-”

“Wrong again.”

“I’m never wrong, sweetheart.”

“ Don’t fucking call me that.”

“Does stupid bitch work better?” His tone is clipped now, and you can tell you’re pissing him off, not letting him win.

“I was stupid, for being with you. Now I see what a real man is-”

“A real man? The fucks that mean?”

“You’re a stupid little boy. Lose my number, or I can just block you. I never, ever want to fucking see you again. I’m going to enjoy my vacation with someone who actually makes me happy.” You have some strength in your voice now.

“For how long, until he throws you out like trash? Then you’ll come back crawling on your fucking hands and knees. Maybe I’ll let you suck me off.”

You laugh at that too. “Mmm, doubtful, I kind of enjoy actually gagging on a dick, now. So much more fun.”

“The fuck!?”

You’re giggling, as he’s cussing, saying the nastiest things ever, but you think you’ve got this, that you can fucking get past it.

“No one will want you once they get to know you.” That one hits hard, but you struggle to keep calm. He wants this reaction.

“Why wouldn’t they? I’m kind of awesome.”

“So you get some affection and think you’re something? Sweetheart, I’m the only one that’s ever been real with you. You’ll be stuck in that art gallery talking to your stupid fucking paintings, alone.”

You sit there, the phone heavy in your hand, his words cutting deep. You want to scream, to throw your phone across the room, but you bite your tongue, trying to hold back the tears. Suguru Geto’s handsome face flashes in your mind, his gentle touch, his sweet words, his passionate kisses.

It battles those words from Mahito.

It gives you strength.

No matter if this was a fling, even though you desperately hope it will be more, Suguru saved your life that day. Filling you with so much joy, hope, and it is the only thing that’s ever put this courage in you. You stand up now, on wobbly knees, Mahito is still trash talking you, saying meaner and nastier things, they’re just fading, to some distant white noise.

Static in a television.

“You’re wrong,” You finally murmur, your voice barely above a whisper. “Someone does want me. Someone does care about me. And I’m going to keep moving forward. If it’s serious or not, now I know what a real man is. And you're going to be left with nothing but your pathetic ego and your tiny dick to keep you company.”

“You fucking-”

“Goodbye, Mahito. For good.”

With a trembling hand, you hang up the phone and toss it onto the bed. Your heart is racing, your entire body on fire, as you try to catch your breath, trying to hold onto the shreds of confidence he’s just tried to rip away. But then, a warmth fills you. Geto’s words, his touch, his care.

Both are battling in your mind.

You hate yourself for letting him get to you, for letting him make you feel like you’re less than nothing, hate yourself for ever being with someone like that. How had you even functioned before?

You hate that you’re crying

You hate that you’re crying in a fancy hotel room on vacation with the most gorgeous, kind man you’d met.

You hate that you worry you’re not good enough for someone like him.

You pick back up the phone, blocking Mahito’s number, he’s already tried to call back three times, you errantly notice, then you look at Suguru’s number. How sad would it be to text him this fast? No. You couldn’t…

Suguru: Hey, is everything all right? You looked upset.

Tears fall more now, you fall so hard your heart just aches, more and more, with how much he’s come to mean to you so quickly. You’re so afraid to… well, scare him though. How do you convey this?

You: I just got in my head. Thank you for checking on me. <3 It means so much.

Suguru: Of course, Princess.

You giggle through your tears.

This was likely not the last of Mahito but you won your first battle.

***

The night air is cool and breezy, as you step onto the boat, the water glittering with the reflection of the city lights. Suguru’s hand is firm in yours, as you all walk along the planks, and you feel the boat start to move. You lean against the railing, the wind playing with your hair, and take a deep breath.

“It’s beautiful.” You whisper, and shut your eyes, tilting your head up to enjoy the salty air breezing, little sprays of ocean on your skin.

You look beautiful, for once so at peace, your cheeks rosy with excitement, your little nose up in the air, the stubborn set of your chin. Your beautiful green dress is blown against your body with the breeze of the ocean as the boat coasts through the water, showing every curve you have that drives him insane.

“It is beautiful.” Suguru murmurs, looking directly at you, then you grin, that smile that some man made you hate, the one that lights up a room, your glittering eyes looking at him then.

You realize he’s talking about you, and you turn pink under the lights of the boat, the moonlight casting little shadows along your delicate features. Your eyelashes lower as you look down just a bit, so nervous it’s precious, Suguru takes your chin in his hand, making you look back up at him. He can smell you, sweet like jasmine, cherry blossoms…

He can’t get your taste out of his mind.

Suguru wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close, and you lean into him, feeling his warmth, his strength, your hands on his chest. He had spoken directly to you as he said it was beautiful, and you feel like something precious in his strong arms, something so treasured. It’s overwhelming.

“Suguru…” You trail off a bit, he tilts his head, his little short pieces of hair in the front swaying across his forehead. You tuck them behind an ear.

“Yes, Princess?” His voice melts like butter, that deep timbre just does things to you…

“Thank you.” He blinks a bit, pursing his lips.

“For what? You’re the one that set this up. And I’m sure you won’t let me pay for anything either.”

You grin. “I’ll let you buy me drinks. But no… Thank you for making me feel so… confident. I can’t ever thank you enough.”

He exhales, his big hands pressing through the silk of your dress, burning the skin underneath, making you fill with longing. “All I do is tell the truth. You don’t need to give me so much credit. I’m just enjoying a vacation with a gorgeous girl.”

He frowns when he notices two tears trailing down your cheeks, lifting a hand to brush them aside. “You don’t know how much this all means to me. Even if we never see each other again… which would be…” You gulp then, hating the very thought, and he’s wiping more tears, a tense look on his face. “It would be hard, but even so, this week is just the best of my life. And I’ll never forget it.”

He’s silent, just holding you, as the boat rocks gently.

“There’s no pressure at all, and I’m fine if what we do stays on this little magical island. But it means more to me than anything. The way you make me feel, the way you treat me…” You hold his face on either side, he’s still quiet. “The energy of you… your touch… I will always treasure this. So thank you.”

He still doesn’t speak, he’s just looking at you.

“That was too much. It’s okay if it doesn’t mean the same. It’s okay if it’s just fun, because it is fun, Sugu… but I have to be honest with what I feel. I feel a lot and… I won’t say it all, because I don’t need you jumping ship.” He doesn’t smile, he’s still just studying you. “But… I needed you to know how special you are. To me.”

“Come with me, Princess.” He says the first damn thing he has said, tugging you gently by the arm.

You follow him, your hand in his, down the corridor of the boat, the lights dimming as you go deeper. He’s like a man on a mission, peering around, humming to himself, until he opens a little door, and you see a small, secluded room, with a bench and a little window that looks out onto the sea.

You step inside, and he shuts the door gently, the sound echoing in the quiet, confined room, dim aside from the moonlight in the window coming through. The waves are lapping gently against the side of the boa, setting a rhythm that is far slower than your racing heart.

Suguru turns to you, and you can see the hunger in his eyes, the need that mirrors your own. He takes your face in his hands, and bends low, as you tiptoe, expecting a kiss. But he just holds your face, lips parted, and it’s so tense you could feel the very energy between you both.

“Did I say too much, Sugu?” You whisper, voice shaky, but he shakes his head, and your shoulders slump in relief.

“No, and I want you to know that it’s special for me too. It’s not just having fun with you, it is fun but… You’re special. To me. Too…” It’s hard for him, you can hear it, but the words make you so fucking happy it’s unreal. “It’s not just kissing, or just sexual, I genuinely care, more than makes sense for this short time. I don’t know where that leads and don’t want to…”

“I don’t need promises. Just you.” He sighs, forehead resting on yours, hands moving slowly down to your shoulders.

“I’m glad I make you feel beautiful. Special. Because you are, Princess, so special you make me…” He trails off then, hands running down your arms, leaving goosebumps everywhere. “Make me a little insane.”

You giggle at that, and he smiles, looking down at you, eyes heavy with desire and something else… something…

“You make me a little insane too.” You whisper, then you remember the words, Mahito’s, you tense a bit, and look down. “If you get tired of me, will you tell me? Don’t just… disappear without saying good bye?”

“What?!” He demands, voice harsh, making your eyes snap up to his. You nervously bite your lip, exhaling.

“That sounded stupid. Please, it’s okay if you don’t-”

“What even is that talk? Get tired of you?”

You just rest your head in his chest, feeling how strong he is, smelling how good his scent is. “I should tell you, I had a shitty phone call today.”

He pauses. “Him?”

“Yeah. Him.”

“That’s why you’re acting like this.” He says to himself more than anything, pushing you back a bit so you look at him. “He said I’d get tired of you?”

“That anyone would. Does. I don’t want to get into everything he said, it was too disgusting. But I hate myself for having let it happen. I hate myself for letting him get to me. But, because of you…” You cup his face gently, an angry look on his face, his jaw tense. “I was able to stand up for myself.”

“You did?” He asks, softly, and you nod, smiling.

“I totally told him he has a small dick.” He snorts at that then, and you both laugh, in that tiny secluded room, and he’s brushing your hair back, studying you. “I told him I think I’m pretty awesome too.”

“Good girl.” He murmurs, and those words hit hard… right between your thighs, like they always do. “I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you, Suguru… It’s because of you. That’s what I was saying earlier, that no matter what, this is the best thing that could happen to me.”

“I still think you give me too much credit. But… I’m glad you stood up for yourself Princess. I am.” He kisses you, so gently then, and you sigh into his lips, coming to hold him around his broad shoulders.

“It’s okay if it doesn’t go too far. It’s fine if we don’t… have sex. If it’s too serious of a thing for you. I’m so sorry I was pushing-”

“You didn’t push anything. Shush.” He kisses you deeper now, your tongues dancing, pushing against each other, and then he eases back just a bit, sliding his hands up your waist, thumbs gently pressing under your breasts. You cry out softly, head lolling back a bit. “I’ve never wanted anyone like this.”

You freeze, looking back up at him, eyes wide, and his face is tense, his brows together, but the lips… parted just so. “But you have so much experience…”

“I absolutely do. But never… it’s never driven me so… I’m not so good at this sort of thing. Let me show you?” You nod, tears threatening again.

He takes your face in his hands, and you stand on your toes, eager for his kiss, eager for more, but instead, he drops to his knees, and you realize what he’s about to do. Your eyes widen, and you gasp, but he’s already there, his warm breath against your thighs as he slides your dress up, inch by inch, his lips kissing a trail up the inside of your leg.

You lean back against the wall, your knees shaking, as he slowly, torturously, pulls your dress up and over your hips, revealing your panties, a matching shade of lacy green. His exhale tickles you, and he shocks you by kissing the fabric, breathing you in, making you fucking throb around nothing, a cry from the back of your throat, your body responding to his touch before he’s even touched you.

“Suguru…” You whisper, then he’s lapping at the lace with his wet tongue, in a slow circle right over your lips, you hold in your scream with your hand on your both, back arching in pleasure.

Then, with a gentle tug, he pulls them aside, revealing your soaking wet little cunt to his full view, and his mouth is on you, tongue lavishing the slit between your lips, then shoving deeper, lower, and you cry out, the sensation overwhelming. When he spreads your lips and hits your puffy clit it’s so intense it’s almost painful, blackness and glitter surround your vision.

You’re lost in the feeling of him, clinging to his shoulders as the boat rocks you then, as he worships you with his mouth on his knees. His tongue doing fucking insane things that keep blinding you, now he’s yanking your hips even closer, to devour you, moaning against that little clit.

“Fuck! Too much… I…” You bite out the words, in between cries and moans, weakly grabbing onto his hair, gripping tight, your legs trembling as he brings you closer and closer to the edge.

“Cum on my face, Princess.” He orders silkenly, sliding a finger in your tight cunt, which gushes more wetness, looking up at you with those pretty fucking eyes, with a face glistening with you. “Cum now for me.”

“Yes… Sir… Sugu… Mnh!” You fall apart on command, you’d do anything he wanted when he fucking asked, his beautiful deep voice urging you, tongue back on you, you can hear him slurping you up.

Fuck.

You cum then, with a shudder, as he uses his tongue and fingers, playing you like some special little instrument, and you scream into your palms as he holds your hips up, still devouring you. Now you’re sensitive, too sensitive, little clit engorged and cunt fucking soaking him, pulsing around his long finger.

“You taste so fucking good.” He whispers, gently easing his fingers out of you, but licking still, and you cum again from the sensation, as he watches you, desire heavy in his gaze.

“Sugu-ru… ohmy…” He stands, kissing his way back up to your mouth, sharing your taste with you, and you kiss him back, just as desperately, and he lifts you up, hands cupping your ass that he’d whipped this morning. You shiver, as your bare pussy drenches his fucking suit pants.

“I have never wanted anyone… like this… like you.” He murmurs, serious as you all kiss, slowly, messily, your hands sliding into his silky fucking hair, pulling, making him moan again.

“I’ve never wanted anyone like you, Sugu. Never.” You whisper back into his lips, licking yourself off him, you’re both moaning as the boat’s rocking you, against the wall now, he presses your back against it, grinding on you.

“Fuck we should… get out of here. Before the virginity gets taken.” He teases with a smirk, and you giggle.

“Is it such a big deal? Like don’t most people just… do it?”

“I want it special for you.” He’s so sweet and sincere you cry again. “You’re just a beautiful mess, Princess.”

“A whole fucking mess.” You admit, and he eases you down, breaths heavy, mingling together with your racing heart beats.

“Let’s enjoy the rest of this ride then…” He trails off, eyes devouring you, as he adjusts your dress, fixing your messy hair, him taking care of you is everything…

You’re falling so hard.

You want to tell him but you’re so scared to fuck it up.

Could you keep it in when you all…

Make love?

Fuck?

What would it be?

“Your mind’s running again.” He breaks you out of it, and you sigh, nodding. “Nothing bad though?”

“Just trying not to scare you with all my feelings.” You answer honestly, leaning up and kissing him again, pulling him by the lapels of his jackets. “What if I say something really… serious when we…”

“Then we’ll go from there. Mmkay, Princess?” You nod, and then follow him out, leaving the room that had gotten hot with all of your kisses, with your sighs, your fucking moans…

You all end up having dinner, sitting on one of the tables up top, the view is fucking gorgeous as you sit side by side, sharing little nibbles. You feed him yummy desserts and he offers you sips of wine, and it’s so easy, so comfortable, he’s absolutely right, it’s scary how natural it is. But the fear was good, it was everything…

Mahito’s nasty words fade more and more every second you sit next to him, Suguru Geto, who’s sitting there looking just gorgeous as the breeze blows his blazer open, blows his hair around. He’s sipping wine and smiling softly at you, brown eyes glittering in the night.

“What is it, Princess?” He asks softly, setting his drink down. You nervously sip yours, smiling up at him, a hand on his strong thigh.

“Just really happy.” He grins now, those white teeth stark against bronze, sunkissed skin, putting his hand on yours.

Suguru Geto leans close then, so close you heat up, that familiar sensation of desire back with a vengeance, as it always was around him. He leans down until his lips are brushing against your ear, breath making you bite back a moan then and there, in front of everyone on the boat, you really struggle to keep it all together.

“I think you’ll be much happier when we’re back at the suite.” Geto’s teeth nip your earlobe then, backing up, and you look at him with shocked eyes, wide, as thoughts start imploding through your mind. Wild thoughts.

“Do you have something planned, Sugu?” You manage, trying to tease a bit, he grins wider, shrugging a shoulder and then placing his hand on your tummy, pressing just a bit, you bite your lip hard at the pressure.

“Hmm… maybe…”

“What are you thinking of doing?” You say breathlessly, and Geto’s huge hand is covering your entire lower pelvis now, heat fucking killing you.

His voice, his face, his… what he fucking says then… as his eyes lock on yours…

“I was thinking of filling you up, Princess.”

Fuck.

Chapter 6

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desires-of-chain · 1 year

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Hey-- still taking requests?

If so, can you do separate scenarios where their crush does something to accidentally turn them on? And they have to hold themselves back from doing something or showing it but they're struggling?

For Warrior, Hyrule, and Time?

Feel free to alter anything or ignore lmao

🧚🏼‍♀️thanks!!

Oh-ho, say less 😏 GN Reader (No Specifics) Characters: Warriors, Hyrule, Time Content:

Warriors

'For goddess sake,' he groans internally, slapping a hand harshly against his cheek. Warriors berated himself endlessly in his head that this was innocent; you were trying on clothes to wear to a wedding that he, plus you, were invited to, but you looked so good in those clothes it made him shift uncomfortably in his seat. Commonly, you don't always get dressed up, and he doesn't mind since you are both working officers of her Highness's army, and you are both busy with the workload that often you're not playing dress up when you need to do dirty work.

You looked gorgeous to him, turning side to side in front of the mirror, smoothing any wrinkle or part of the cloth that may have gotten bunched up. Jewelry that lay around your neck and graces your ears glinted in the light, accentuating your beauty more; he stared, smitten by the sight of you, but the urge to rip those clothes off and bend you over the vanity was too great.

To paint your skin with his marks, to lap at every part, leaving no area unlavished. Fucking you to where your voice would disappear, your eyes fluttering with sharp gasps and whimpers escaping your lips. Crooning into your ear how delicious you look, a thumb in your mouth, head tilted back with a glazed, love-struck stare into his own. Warriors silently huff away the thoughts, packing the idea in his mind for later, eyeing your backside before flickering back to your face.

"I rather those clothes be just for my eyes," he muttered.

"Hmm," you hummed, not looking away from the mirror, "what you say, dear?"

Warriors cleared his throat, shifting himself in his seat one last time with the subtly of him slightly gripping his cock.

"I said you look beautiful, love; can you turn around for me?"

Hyrule

How dare you look this cute, laying on top of him as the group settled down for the night. Hyrule gulped, subtly shifting to gain a better position for you and him. He stilled when you whined straight into his neck, snuggling deeper into a sensitive spot low on his neck that made him shiver and bite back a sharp gasp that threatened to leave him. The feeling of your breath brushing against his sun-kissed skin; this was not fair! You sleeping was completely innocent!

He silently prayed in his head for someone to listen and give him the strength to not lose control in front of the members in the group. Some were still wide awake, and the others were setting their bedrolls up for sleep. Hyrule eyes stared up at the stars that twinkled in the night sky, hoping that by counting that it'll displace the feeling burning deep within his groin and occupy his mind instead of the thought of you whining so loudly underneath him.

'1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7...'

It works.

For a while.

His mind wandered back to the thought of you whining, wiggling your hips in his hold while begging him to 'cum with me, baby!'

Chest revealed to the night with nipples sore and wet with his saliva coating them. Not even caring if the group was there right behind him as he thrust into your hole, hitting that sensitive spot perfectly with a loud 'squelch' that made your eyes roll into the back of your head.

Hyrule quietly whimpered into your hair,

"Not fair at all."

Time

Time knew you spoke a language that wasn't well-known or not native to either his or the boy's eras. He knew that you were not born into Hyrule or any of the regions that lay within Hyrule. Yet, the way you spoke in your mother language did some things to him. The rolling, the blending, and others you do when you talk made him flustered and squirmed quietly.

Calling him an affectionate name, but in your mother's tongue, caused him to mentally reboot right then and there. The feeling of heat slid from his shoulders to his stomach, boiling deep at the sight of your lovely smile and gentle eyes staring up at him. He swallows thickly,

"Say that again?"

"Cara Mia," you whispered into his ear, giggling at the sudden red flush that framed his ears.

"I didn't think that would get you all flustered," you leaned back with a smug look. Time clears his throat, his eyes avoid yours, thoughts wandering at the idea of you under him, nails scratching down his back, leaving red welts in their wake. The sharp gasps that left your pretty little lips when he thrusts wildly in you, groaning when you rolled your hips up into him. Breathlessly calling him all kinds of endearments into his ear before gently biting the lobe that made his hips stutter.

"I didn't think you were in a spicy mood, my dear," Time quietly laughs when you squeak.

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sparrowrye · 7 months

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Alastor x Fem! Reader {soulmates} Part 5

Synopsis: soulmate AU where you have the same mark on your body as your soulmate, and if your soulmate dies, you die too. Alastor needs to make sure that his soulmate is safe so he can continue his reign - whatever that takes.

Part 5: digging deeper

Part Pilot | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

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I stared at my reflection in the bathroom. I opened my mouth and ran my tongue, which was a little longer than usual, along my sharp teeth. The sharpest ones were my canines that slipped past my lips when resting.

I touched around the base of my horns. The skin was tight near the bottom and paler than the rest of my skin. My horns jutted up, curved down a bit, then back up to a point at the very end. I tried bending them but they were sturdy, even near the tip.

I clicked my claws together then on the counter. It felt strange to have something that felt like elongated nails. I poked my arm until I drew blood, noting how quick it took to do so. My toes also had claws. They weren't as long as my fingers but they were definitely sharper. The skin on my feet felt extremely tough, almost rubbery.

I turned off the light and sat on the cushions by the window. I rested my head on my arm and stared off into the ocean. For the first time in a long while, I tried to think back into my memories.

I was only able to get snippets, though. I could envision myself in small, specific scenes but I couldn't remember anything past my first rounds of fighting. What did my parents look like? Did they give me to the rings? Did someone kill them? Was I born in hell? How much magic did I have and what kind was it?

I had so many unanswered questions.

I met Husker for dinner again. I couldn't stop looking at my claws as I tried to go about normally. Using a fork was new; long nails made it surprisingly difficult. Husker tried not to laugh and I caught him smiling several times.

"Did you know?" I asked him.

"No. Alastor told me he thought you might be a demon but I was skeptical."

"Why?"

"Well it takes effort to have a human appearance yet you always had one when you were asleep or unconscious. Plus you only used Slight magic when we fought."

"So Alastor knew."

"It was more of a theory." The Radio Demon materialized at the end of the table. "No one had ever heard of a human and demon being soulmates." My eyes fell to my plate. I hated looking at him and I hated hearing the word soulmates. "Once you've finished we'll head back to Rosie's."

"Tonight?"

"Yes, tonight.” He almost sounded annoyed. “She wants to unravel your curse as quickly as possible. She said something about it putting a strain on your mind." He touched a pointed claw to his lips. "I'm sure it's nothing."

Husker rolled his eyes and took a gulp of his drink. I offered to help clean the dishes but he refused. Alastor wrapped an arm around my shoulders and practically dragged me outside. I peeled his hand off and walked up to the scorched symbol on the ground. It didn't look like anything I recognized but it was always there.

He pulled me against him by my waist and stuck his cane into the ground. The ground gave way and I held my hair to my neck. We teleported to a different location this time and I soon discovered it was behind Rosie's store. The quiet town had all their indoor lights and radios turned on.

Alastor knocked twice on the glass door before it opened for him. We walked right into the same meeting room as before. Rosie was setting down a hot teapot.

"Welcome back dearies," she curtsied. "Come in come in. I just took this off the stove. You'll love it."

"I have a matter to attend to but I'm sure you'll take good care of my darling," Alastor said. My darling?

"Oh of course. Go off and do your man's work. Us ladies will get to know each other better." She hooked her arm around mine and lead me to the chair again. "I'm sure you've got lots of burning questions." This time I accepted the warm tea. "But I have to warn you sweetheart. This time, when we go back into your memories, it's going to be a lot more dangerous."

"Dangerous how?"

"If you get too wrapped up in the emotions and feelings of your memories, you can get stuck there."

"Stuck? In my own head?"

"I'm afraid so," she sipped on her tea, "When I feel you starting to fall down that rabbit hole, I'll touch your leg to let you know. When you feel me touch you, I need you to reel your emotions back in. Do you think you can do that? If not, there's no shame in waiting for tomorrow.”

"No," I said quickly, "I'll be okay. I can do this."

"I believe you. Now. Let's begin."

She sat beside me on the stool and took my hands in hers. I stared down at my black claws as she asked me to go back in time. I closed my eyes and skipped through my teenage-hood and into my early childhood. I tried to push away the sinking sadness of my first friend's death.

"What did your first master look like?" Rosie asked.

"I know he had white hair. Long, white hair. He always had a scowl on his face and he dragged me around."

"What about your very first fight?"

"I was...I was against another kid. Another girl. She had short brown hair and looked...inhuman."

"Inhuman, how?"

"She...her eyes...they were red and...she just looked insane. Her hair was all matted and she was down on all fours. She was drooling a lot too. I remember she...she ran after me and started clawing and biting my arms. She went for my face and I shoved her off. She chased me in circles around the ring. I can still hear all the men cheering above. They were laughing."

"What did you do?"

"I uh...I grew tired and she eventually caught up to me. She grabbed my foot then went for my face. I don't remember much but I...I remember kicking her off then kicking her head. It bounced off the walls and then she didn't get up after that."

"When did you start to learn how to use magic?"

I paused for a moment. “I…I had a master before him? He…he was the one who taught me. Every so often he would come back during the day and take me into the ring. He showed me how to use it. First it was with wind. He told me to throw sand and dirt in my opponents' faces."

"What else did he teach you?"

"He taught me...how to use my sweat as a weapon...how to pull apart the earth so their foot would get stuck or so that they would trip...he taught me a lot."

"Did you warm up to him?"

"When he was teaching me I was happy. I loved learning how to use my magic. And he praised me all the time when I did well. Eventually he stopped being rough with me. It felt like...like he cared about me."

"But?"

"But..." I felt my heart sink with sadness. "But...he...gave me up...to someone not nice."

"Do you know why?"

"Yeah...he was...apparently just someone who trained children in basic magic then...then sold them off to the highest bidder. I was...I was so angry at him...I thought I was going to make him proud and live to be set free but...but I was nothing to him."

"Very good. Now, what can you tell me about when you first met him? When you first saw his white hair?"

I paused. "I remember...I remember looking up at him. He was such a tall man. I was holding someone's hand but I can't...I can't see their face."

"It's okay, don't push it. Tell me about the hand you're holding. What does it feel like?"

"Soft. But...tough? It's definitely tight."

"Good what about-"

"No. Wait...there was another man with white hair. But his...his was shorter."

"Tell me about him. Where were you?"

"I was...I was in a cage. I was...with someone. I remember seeing him come to the cage often. I was...the person I'm with would always get tense when he did. Why can't I see this person's face?"

"It's okay. Take your time. Tell me what this person is wearing."

"A short sleeve. Her skin is...covered in scars and bruises. She's...she's always stroking my hair."

"What else does she do?"

"She...she hums a lot. There's a small radio in the corner and she hums to it a lot. And...I can feel it in her chest when does. She rocks me back and forth until I fall asleep." I suddenly grew very sad and angry. My hands tightened and my hair on the back of my neck stood up.

"What is it, doll? What's happening?"

"He's...the man...he's wearing a white suite...exactly the color of his hair...and he's yelling with her. They're fighting. There's yelling. He hits her. She's arguing back but not fighting. Why won't she fight?"

"Stay with me dear." She touched my lap. I tried to lower my tense shoulders but it was hard.

"He picked me up and...he closed the door on her. She's screaming. Why is she screaming? Why is he taking me away from her? I can't...I can't reach her. I don't...where is he taking me? I don't want to leave her."

"Enough sweetheart, come back. Come out of the memory." She touched my shoulder this time. "Come back to my store. Come back to this world. It's all just a memory."

"I can't stop crying. Why...is that my mother?"

"Sweetheart, you need to come back. You're going in too deep. Stop the emotions."

"But...I want to see her."

"We'll look next time. We can come back next time but you need to take a break. Come out of the memory. Come back to the store. Blink twice and look up."

I stared at the figure reaching out to me through the bars. I was so close. I just wanted to touch her hand one more time. But it was just a memory. She wasn't really there. She might not even be alive at all.

I blinked twice and looked up to meet Rosie's dark eyes. She let out a huge sigh and patted me on the head. "That was a little too close for comfort."

I felt something brush against my leg. I looked down to see a black tail that ran all the way to my back. I stood up and spun around in an effort to look at it. I felt something pulling on my back and realized I had a pair of black wings to go with it.

"What the..." The black on my hands had stretched all the way down to my elbow now. I found the closest mirror and noticed a pair of long ears sticking up from my human ones. Was I a type of dragon?

"I see you're making lots of progress." Alastor's staticky voice cut through the silence.

"Quite a lot, actually," Rosie answered. "I must say, you sure got lucky, Alastor. She looks like she's got a lot hidden away in her."

"Which is why you're the perfect person to help pull it all into the light."

"How do I hide them?" I asked Rosie, still turning in circles to look at myself.

"Oh, uh..." she tapped her sharp finger to her sharp teeth.

"Picture them receding into your back," Alastor answered. I grimaced at the thought of listening to him but gave it a try. The tail shivered but did nothing.

"I'm sure it'll take getting used to," Rosie reassured me. "But I'm sure you're absolutely exhausted. You should go home and get some rest. We can figure out more later."

"Good idea," Alastor agreed. "Come along, darling." He put his hand on my back but I pushed it off. I thanked Rosie and walked out of her store, my wings hitting the edges on the way out.

"So, what did you learn?" he asked as he shut the door.

"What's it to you?"

"Just curious is all."

"You can stay that way," I mumbled. He grabbed my waist and sent us back to the cliff side manor. As soon as my feet touched solid ground, I pushed his hand off and walked inside. My wings hit anything and everything, frustrating me even more.

"Whoah, ain't you something," Husker commented from the sitting room. I didn't respond, clambering up to my room and locking the door behind me. My legs buckled and I collapsed onto the floor. I sobbed into my arms as the new memories replayed themselves in my mind.

Who am I?

#hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin husk #soulmate au #soulmates #alastor the radio demon #alastor x reader

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grimreaperschild · 1 year

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guitar practice 3

summary: this is for all the enid simps

a/n: short chapter gearing up for chapter 4, there’s gonna be some backstory and probably some more angst ;) happy reading-🦷

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you crack your eyes open slowly wincing at the bright light that shines through the tree branches, you’ve fallen asleep head in enid’s lap, again you smile at the feeling of her hand brushing your cheek “well good morning sleepy head” you peer up at her a grin overtaking your face yokos head pops onto view above you.

“so, y/n what’s the deal with you and addams” a smirk is staring to form on her lips “because she’s sat on the other side of the lake staring daggers and has been for the last” she checks her phone “half an hour” you groan begrudgingly sitting up and leaning yourself back into enid her arms curling around your waist “i don’t know what her problem is we’ve been broken up 3 weeks” you sigh the pale girl being the last thing you want to talk about, you watch her carefully from enid’s arms her eyes softening when they meet yours her face morphing into one of disgust at your position.

“and what about you and sinclair” yoko waves her hand “what’s this arrangement” you feel the tips of your ears burning as you snuggle backwards “me and wolfie don’t have to answer to the likes of you, grandma” you wiggle your eyebrows as yoko puts both hands over her heart “that hurt me y/n that hurt me right here” pointing to the right side of her chest enid cocks her head “isn’t your heart like not beating” you chime in “and it’s on the other side” yoko gasps “im not going to be double teamed by a wolf and a pyromaniac, oh and ajax is throwing a party you guys better be there tonight” you nod as she stands “i’ll see you love birds later”

enid giggles as you turn red at the statement, pulling you impossibly closer, you turn your head pressing a kiss to her cheek “i don’t want to move but i suppose we have to start getting ready” she hums in acknowledgment untangling her arms from you. you stand offering her a hand she takes it intertwining your fingers “oh before we get ready i have something i wanna show you” she smiles as you pulling you towards the school.

“enid why are we at the nightshades library im part of the club i’ve seen it before, remember?” she doesn’t say anything pulling you down the stairs, you flick on the light and are met with balloons and tinsel strung around the room your mouth falls open at the sight of your friends stood in the middle of the room ajax, kent, yoko, xavier and bianca are stood side by side all holding signs that read out “me” “+” “you” “+” “raven” enid walks over and picks up the last sign “?” you know you have a shit eating grin on your face as you stare “well” enid gulps nervously shuffling from foot to foot “yes you idiot of course i’ll go to the raven with you” the room erupts into cheers as enid throws herself into your arms squealing as you spin her around ajax breaks you out of your bubble with a shout “last one to my dorm has to take the first shot” it’s every man for themselfs as you all clamber up the stairs racing through the quad laughter following you down the winding corridors and all you can think about is how great tonight’s going to be.

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taglist: @allison-iloveyou

#enid sinclair x reader #wednesday addams #wednesday addams x reader #enid sinclair #emma myers #emma myers x reader

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bahbzxxx · 1 year

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Serenitea pot shenanigans 4: Snuggling Venti in his archon form 🦋🕊️🌌

"Theres my little warrior..."

The archon purrs as he lays down, kicking back his plumes and exposing the glowing turquoise tattoo embedded into his skin slightly. Naturally…this doesn’t go unnoticed by your adorably wide and sparkling eyes.

His skin is probably so smooth and soft…it probably feels just like satin…or even softer.

You tremble, just thinking about it.

“Hmm…what’s that look for?”

He exposes a little bit more of his skin, just to get a reaction out of you. Your blush of humiliation is priceless to him.

“Well, come on…you can tell me…”

He’s so beautiful. He’s ethereal. You really don’t know what to do. Are you going to speak? Even dare to utter out a simple greeting? Or will you just remain here…frozen in time…resisting the urge…to shove your face in his plumes…

The archon groans playfully. Clearly you’re overthinking his gestures, so he might as well put it plainly.

He opens his arms to you, his eyes glowing with warmth and the embers of lust.

Your legs move for you at that single gesture. You’re almost hypnotized as you look into his eyes, him being able to lure you in like a siren, even without a song.

As he pulls you down into his arms, he hums lowly, and sighs and moans softly as he lets you make yourself comfortable. It seems to take you a little bit…not because you’re uncomfy, Per say…simply because there’s so much of him that you want to, to put it simply, shove your face into all at once. Not to mention all that kissing too.

“Mmm…hm…you’re so…sooo, ngh~ hm!”

Almost every inch of skin on his body is fair game for you to plant little kisses on. You’re so eager…it melts his heart. He feels so loved…

He feels your head on his chest, and how you nuzzle in as much as physically possible. You're simply the cutest…like a little lamb wanting to be held.

He snorts when he feels your nose pressed dangerously close to your armpit, and light-heartedly considers to himself that maybe he’s a bit too loved…

He laughs, lifting his hand to your hair.

“My Windblume…is my armpit truly where you’d like your nose to be?”

His chest rises and falls with his laughter. “I can’t promise it will smell like fresh cecelias if you go any deeper…”

As he expected, you leave a kiss there.

“You truly are something else, my darling…”

He can't stop his laughter as you keep going, making sure you've gotten everywhere…the squishier the better. You kiss his arms, his chest, his tummy, and even down to his thighs.

“Ahh…you're so-ngh~ thorough…”

He arches his back and moans softly. His wings begin to shake, spreading out as much as possible. He could get used to this, letting you burn off that last bit of energy on him…doing your thing…

He lets you have free range until he feels that you're getting tired. You did have a long day after all, and he doesn't want to exhaust his windblume too much.

He envelops you in his wings gently, hiding you in his plumes much to your pleasure.

“Here…lay here…there you go…I've got you…”

He pulls you back up to his chest, not before rubbing his nose with yours and giving you a little kiss, cooing against your cheek. The noise you make is the sweetest melody to his ears.

He sets you down, but you immediately bury your face into the crook of his neck. Venti puts up no fuss at all. Rather, it's a groan of satisfaction.

He sighs, deflating in bliss.

“Oh, my warrior…you’re so good to me…so loving…and you're all mine…and I'm all yours…”

His voice and touch soothes every cell in your body, and you feel your little world fading to black. He feels how heavy you're becoming on top of him, and how snugly your arms tighten around him… it's making him sleepy himself.

And when he's sleepy, hes gonna keep you all to himself all night, that's for sure…

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The Woman Who Couldn’t Die Part 5

master list

Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3, Part 4,

Pairing: The Ghoul/Cooper Howard x Original Character

Alternative Universe where I make things up cause I can only research so much

Synopsis: Getting out of town can be tricky, but is out of the settlement any better? Murmurs in the woods have both our traveler's ears perked.

MINOR GET OUT. Rating/Warning: This is based on fallout except typical: Canon divergence, hints of SH/SA/NONCON, Slow Burn,

Note: These will be spaced out as I am heavily editing and researching them. Each chapter will be 2-3+k words. Tags will be edited based on the chapter, please make sure you read them.

Also, note that I will not be spoiling any of the reading. I will keep my tags relevant without spoiling what is happening in the story.

Thank you all for the love <3 You're likes, reblogs and comments keep me posting.

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It was so warm, as light poured into the room. Jade tried to move but found herself completely enclosed in arms. Panic set in and she froze her breath caught up in her chest. Opening her eyes she took in her surroundings, peeled water-stained paper, and a duster hanging on a hook. Her eyes looked down to see large red hands wrapped around her, the Ghoul. Sometime in the night, he had pulled her tight against his chest. She could feel and hear the sound of his breath at the back of her neck. A small whistle every time he would exhale, he was incredibly warm. Like a small furnace against her back, Jade figured that was due to the radiation. Just like a sunburn would feel hot, a Ghoul was permanently sunburnt. Trying to relax Jade untensed her shoulders and shifted slightly, as she did this his hands pulled her in tighter. It was almost hard to breathe. She knew that Ghoul had mentioned having excellent hearing, but when was the last time she saw him asleep?

There was also a huge chance that if she did wake him, he’d be out the door faster than she could roll out of bed. If the way he had moved the previous night was any indication. Ideally, she didn’t want a repeat of the kiss incident, she also would greatly appreciate breathing. Jade wanted to continue whatever this was, her learning how to bounty hunt from him. At least that’s what she was chalking it up to be, a companion, a friend, or something. Though right now, her mind lingered on ‘something’, she could feel how ridged his body was. Tight lines of muscle could easily crush her, but at the same time, she felt safe. Why? She wasn’t going to dwell on that.

Her head felt foggy and the decision to wake him was taken away when his arms loosened and he rolled away from her. Jade didn’t move waiting to see if he would be the first one to get up. After a moment she let herself slide to the edge of the bed and stand up. Jade tried her best to be as quiet as possible. Her bones ached from lying in the same spot, but it was the best night's sleep she had in weeks, probably months. Stretching she made her way to the bathroom, at least it had a bathroom, not some hole to squat over. She only briefly glanced at the Ghoul, who had already placed his hat over his face. At least he hadn’t taken off this time. Sometimes you had to take the tiny victories where you could.

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The Ghoul heard the door close and was immediately up, waking up wrapped around Jade was not planned. Hell he had slept for the first time in months, usually he dozed, maybe drifted a bit. But actual unconsciousness was not normal for him, he grabbed his inhaler and took a breath. The numbing sensation fills his lungs, and he relaxes rolling his shoulders with a few clicks. Grabbing his pack he sat on the bed dumping the content beside him. He moves through the stuff mentally going over what they need. Ammo was a top priority and a good amount of it. Thread, stimpaks, chems, maybe see if someone in town sharpened knives. There was also food. He went over in his mind how far they would have to go. Maybe they’d go north a bit, hit more of the central area, and see what had been happening up there. He hadn’t ventured that way in years.

He grabbed his cleaning kit, dismantling and cleaning each weapon with practice ease. It felt good to do something with his fingers, to be moving. It didn’t stop his mind from drifting to the morning. Shifting slightly in his seat, she smelt nice like the herbal soap bar. The way her body fit against his, molded tightly against his, the sound of her breathing. Feeling her move against him. Swallowing, he pieces his weapons back together feeling tension run down his spine.

It felt nice.

“Yeah you can fuck right off,” He muttered to himself, starting to put all the various pieces back into their place.

You are allowed to feel lonely

“Not lonely with you rattling around in my brain,” He cussed, as he grabbed his inhaler. The Ghoul wanted the voice gone, the last thing he needed was a second opinion from his mind.

Stop lying to yourself

“The only person lying is you,” He spat, anger sneaking out as Jade entered the room.

“You okay,” She said, standing there looking at him confused, her hand laying on her weapon that rested against the set of drawers. It was unloaded but he got the gist.

“Fine,” He bit out, his words harsher than he meant them to be. “We need to get going, wasting daylight.”

He grabbed his inhaler and took a drag, rolling his duster onto his shoulder the heavyweight felt comforting. He grabbed his saddle bag and headed to the door. Jade had wrapped her jacket around her waist with her backpack, gun, and machete on her as they made their way out of the INN.

The town was bustling, and Jade kept close to him moving more like his shadow than a person. The place was a constant buzz of people moving back and forth, so many eyes following them around. The girl had adapted to things quickly, probably why she had made it this far. In some ways, she was like him, adapt or die, kill or be killed. Maybe she would outdo him as a bounty hunter one day. That is if she lived long enough to get to that point.

The first stop was to drop off their knives and machetes. The blacksmith gave them a deal on them as they had so many. Then it was over to the armory, they swapped out their weapons for something with a wider selection of ammunition. Meaning they could buy in bulk for less. Ghoul had grabbed a handful of explosive rounds just in case, one never knew what one might run into out in the Wastes. Next, it was off to look for meds and chems.

The Ghoul pushed open the door, the place was just as pieced together as anywhere. He walked over to the counter, taking in the man standing there. He wore what would have once been a white doctor’s jacket. The name tag had long faded away, the wisps of hair sticking out the top of his head as he looked at the ghoul over his glasses. The man snorted as he took in the Ghoul and his companion.

“Not welcome Ghoul,” He spit gesturing at the door dismissively looking back up from his papers.

“Say who,” Piped Jade, pushing right up to the counter, and standing in front of the Ghoul. She was small but her voice carried. She crashed some caps onto the counter, more than a fair amount for what they were interested in, “Caps are all the same from everyone.”

The man rolled his eyes, moving to leave the counter, “Yeah, yeah, monster fucker. Get out too.”

“Or what?” Jaded snapped, glaring at the man, placing her gun on the counter. It was enough to stop him in his tracks. “You give us what we need or we will take what we want.”

The Ghoul felt a grin tug at the corners of his face, the girl was not taking no for an answer. He leaned against one of the shelves watching her get into the man’s face. She stood near tiptoes, gun aimed right at the man's crotch. Despite the baggy clothes Jade still looked good like this.

“I’d listen to her, girl is small but she is five ferrets in the bag when she’s pissed.” He smirked, making sure that the wannabe doctor saw his sidepiece. The man’s eyes went between the two of them.

The doctor grimaced, looking between the two of them, he huffed and raised his hands in defeat. “What do you want then?”

“Some of that snazzy Ghoul Jet, make it twelve we got a long way to go, and half a dozen stims for the lady.” The Ghoul spoke, making sure to watch as the man moved, if the good doctor tried to do anything he had no qualms about blowing a hole through him.

The doctor busied himself grabbing what they had asked for, before slamming the meds onto the counter, nearly crushing the vials, “I should have you rounded up, no better than raiders.”

Jaded cocked her gun, the Ghoul wasn't looking to be sidetracked so he grabbed the meds and stuffed them into his bag. Adding a few more caps to the pile Jade had already left. His free hand worked on moving Jade out the door.

“There you go asshole, a few extra for you to keep your mouth closed” He clicked his tongue, Jade keeping her weapon and eyes on the man as they moved out the door. The street outside was busy enough that they blended in with the crowd.

“Well, fuck, Tiny, didn’t take you for the hold’em up kind, ” the man grinned making sure to stuff the stim-paks into Jade’s bag.

“Guy was being an asshole, had no reason to be treating you any different from anyone else,” Jade's face set sternly, as they moved towards the food vendors.

“Used to it,” The Ghoul shrugged as they went over to grab some food for the trip. Ghouls had always been outcasts of society, humans didn’t like anything different from their box. A noseless, rotting, talking corpse was well outside their box. There was also the feral aspect of things, it wasn’t until recently that there were even chems that could stave off the feral process. It wasn’t perfect, nothing was out here, but it sure took the edge off. You didn’t live this long without side effects, but if the chems staved off those effects so be it.

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Once outside the town, the Ghoul felt himself relax, his companion seemed to do the same. She had still been pissy about the Ghoul hate comments, to the point where she almost stabbed a lady for looking at him wrong. He wasn’t sure why she was so adamant about it, but he didn’t mind. Something about her getting so pissy over him made him, well it made him feel something. He wasn’t about to dwell on that, nope, the wasteland had enough complication without adding in some fluffy fuckin’ feelings. Make his teeth rot faster than they already were.

He watched his companion walk ahead, her clothes baggy and loose. Pocket loaded with various bits and bobs, her black hair braided and curled into a small bun. Her backpack was just as heavy, yet she walked with her head held high. She didn’t care about people commenting on her scars and never tried to hide them either. How she was okay, he wouldn’t have known. Then again how was anyone okay here, the whole world was one big dumpster fire. Kill or be Killed. Adapt or die. She was adapting, surviving, and maybe even enjoying herself. The Ghoul let himself enjoy the moment, it would only be a moment. Before long something would crawl itself out of the dirt looking to kill anyone that crossed its path.

They camped out in a big field high on a ridge, it was a good spot for the evening. Jade didn’t seem to mind, besides the wind blowing through the clearing. She had inquired about sleeping closer to the tree line, but the Ghoul had heard things moving through there as the light had fallen. Even with the wind, it was best to have a quiet camp for now.

“Fuckin cold,” Jade grumbled bundling herself up and laying the other coat over her legs. Trying to make herself as small as possible.

The Ghoul chuckled, “No fire tonight, pip-squeak. Somethin' been moving around out there.”

“Doesn’t mean it isn’t cold,” Jade mumbled from beneath her layers. It was almost hard to see her underneath the mountain of material she had buried herself under.

Sighing the Ghol scooted over to her, he took the duster and draped it over her. Jade’s brown eyes looked up at him as he sat closer to her. “You gonna freeze to death old man,”

Ghoul raised his non-existent eyebrows at her, he pulled off his gloves and placed his hands right beside her face. “Radiation keeps me warm,”

He watched her eyes follow his fingers as he moved them around in the dirt before she snuggled in closer. “If you’re dead in the morning I am keeping the duster.”

Wheezing slightly the Ghoul pulled his hand back placing it in the glove. He watched the last of the light disappear, more rustling came from the woods. Something was moving through there, he took a hit of the inhaler and continued to watch. Without the moon as full, it was hard to make out exactly what it was, west of Appalachia could have a world of weird shit. He hoped it wasn’t those giant toads, they were big slimy, and took a lot to kill. He was loaded up on ammo, but it would be a while before they saw another town. Another disadvantage of traveling north was fewer settlements. The scorched plague had left a lot of places empty, which meant more critters and taking up residences. He had heard about settlements pushing in and trying to take back space, but it was slow.

He dug around in his side pocket, checking that all his vials were still there. If he wanted to stay up, he’d need to hit more chems. Humming he continued to listen, the place had gone quiet. Crickets and other bugs buzzed but besides that it was silent. He lay down looking up at the stars, a little napping couldn’t hurt.

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He woke up when he heard buzzing, his hand immediately tapping Jade’s shoulder. Looking around he couldn’t see anything but the trees were swaying. It was not in the direction of the wind either. Either something big or a lot of things were moving through the trees at a good clip.

The Ghoul wanted to be in the other direction of whatever it was.

“Time to go, Tiny,” He spoke, Jade sitting up grabbing her bag and swinging it on before standing. How did she have all the clothes tucked away so quickly? His duster pushed into his hand.

“What yah think it is?” Jade said swaying a bit, her eyes a bit glassy from sleep. Eyebrows knitted as she tried to peer into the forest.

“Not sure, but I think we shouldn’t wait to find out,” The Ghoul said, swinging on his duster and saddle bag and heading in the opposite direction.

They decided to backtrack northeast, skirting around the forest. The buzzing was starting to fade, but it was still there. The Ghoul wasn’t sure but it seemed like they were heading south, what it was he didn’t want to find out. There was going to be enough trouble anyway. The road they were on was going to be entering into the forest. Something at the back of The Ghoul’s neck perked up.

“I do not like this,” He said, the woman beside him slowing down a step. She looked as concerned as he felt, her goggles pushed into her hair. The two of them looked at the destination ahead of them.

“Something wrong isn’t it?” She replied with her hand resting against her pistol. “Felt it all morning, like something is watching us. But I can’t see it, or hear it.”

The Ghoul nodded, the little lady’s instincts were correct, something was wrong. Something was waiting for them to enter that forest. He gritted his teeth, normally he’d reroute, maybe head back east then circle south, but it wasn’t like they had endless supplies. Plus whatever critters had woken them were heading that way. Go too far north they’d end up near Reavers or Slavers. None of it was good.

“We don't got alotta options here, we can go south but probably run into whatever woke us up. Go too far north, reavers or slavers. Back east maybe find a place to hole up in. Or we go there.” He stated, he knew there weren't many options.

“Well let's go kill some forest mutants,” Jade said, her hand resting on the pistol.

Ghoul nodded, as much as he liked her confidence he was worried. The emotion felt almost surreal. After years of looking out for himself and himself alone, he was worried about her. About the tiny fragile human, who couldn’t just shrug off gunshots like he could, who could easily be killed by a falling tree.

“Jade,” He said quietly as they started into the forest, his heart hammering in his chest as he watched her move ahead.

“What?” Jade asked her eyes looking forward to scanning the roadway. Always on the look for whatever was coming next.

“Nothin’, ladies first.” He bit out, he wanted to tell her to turn around. Go back east and find a place to hole up in. That if something happened to leave him, that if she needed to run to, to run fast and far. But he didn’t. Instead, he made a sarcastic remark and pushed forward.

“Pretty sure it's Ghouls before girls,” Jade smirked striding along the road with a small smile.

“Keep with me and you'll be both,” Ghoul chuckled, his jaw clicking as they took steps towards whatever was next.

part six

*little plot-heavy, in next chapter we have some action coming

*as always thank you so much for reading, let me know what you thought of it.

#fallout #the ghoul #fanfic #writing #writer #fallout tv #au #horror au #orginal character #the ghoul x oc #slow burn #multiple chapters #long fic #so much angst #angst #fallout cooper howard #cooper #cooper howard #the woman who couldn’t die

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Close to the Sun - Aesop Sharp [Part 1]

Pairing: Aesop Sharp x fem!reader

A/N: Hey guys! So I got two requests about sharp and I think they could be combined to make a really good story so here it is. I plan on this one being pretty long so stay with me! Thank you @the-error-in-love and @anmactireaonair for your requests! I promise I'm fitting both so I hope you enjoy what's coming for the fic! Also this hasn't been edited at all or beta read so oh well

Part 2, Part 3, and Part 4 are linked :)

“I must just have a numb thumb,” you laugh, throwing your hands up. You’ve never been very good at growing plants. Every dittany plant has died, every chomping cabbage has bitten you, and you don’t even want to think about what happened with the venomous tentacula.

Mirabel smiles and holds your hands. “My dear, that’s nothing we can’t fix!” Letting go, she grabs a fresh pot and some dittany seeds. “This is wonderful! I’m excited to help you grow your skills. Now, what else do you plan to use? Anything else we can nurture together?”

You fold your arms. “No, unfortunately. The last ingredient may be very hard to find. I need a phoenix tear.”

“Impossible,” you hear a gruff voice say.

You look over to see a taller man slowly coming down the stairs. You can’t help but stare as he walks over, thinking he looks a bit familiar. He raises an eyebrow at you and you feel your face burn a bit, looking back at Mirabel.

“Professor Sharp! How wonderful to see you here,” Mirabel chirps.

She genuinely looked pleased to see him, Sharp thought offhandedly. The woman with her doesn’t seem to feel the same. “Phoenixes are hard to find and even more so to extract ingredients from.”

You pout in response and smile, looking back at him. “Well, I’m very good at those sorts of things…Professor Sharp, was it?”

The faintest smile graces his face as he looks at you with narrow eyes. “Yes…well I suppose I should retrieve what I came here for and leave you two to your devices.”

Mirabel excuses herself to help him for a moment and you lean against one of the potting stations. Despite such a rough introduction, you can’t help but be compelled by him. Through his apathetic demeanor, you could see a bit of intrigue. He was also fairly handsome for a Hogwarts professor. If you had a professor like him in your time here, maybe you would have fared better on your O.W.L.S. Mirabel returns and bids the man goodbye. When he leaves, you grab her hands and look at her.

“I need more of him.”

She looks at you shocked for a moment and then laughs. “Well, he is the potions professor. I’m sure he’d be wholly willing to help you in your endeavors, my blossom.”

After collecting the ingredients you need from the greenhouse, you thank Mirabel with a hug and say your goodbyes, heading to the potions classroom. Upon arrival, you peak your head in to see if he’s teaching. The room is empty save Sharp sitting at his desk in the back of the room. You walk over, hands clasped behind your back, and stand over his desk.

“Professor Sharp?”

He sighs, continuing to write. “I would hope you haven’t forgotten your homework this quickly,” he states, obviously annoyed.

You laugh quietly, causing him to look up. “I apologise, Professor, but I’m no student.”

He turns a light shade of red and pushes himself from the table. “Apologies. I’m used to students with thoughtless questions. Professor Garlick’s acquaintance, if I remember correctly?”

You nod. “My name is (Y/N).” You stare at him for a moment and shake your head. “I’m sorry you just…you look so familiar and I can’t place it.”

He raises and eyebrow. “Unfortunately, I can’t say the same for you. Is there something I can help you with, (Y/N)?”

You gasp and nod, pulling out some of your ingredients. “Mirabel said you were good with potions. Well, you are the professor for it, but I was hoping you would have some insight on brewing a new potion.”

He scoffs and walks around the table. Watching him this close, you can see he has a noticeable limp. Somehow, that confuses you more on why you can’t remember him. You follow him around the room, rambling about your plans for a new healing potion. He stops at one of the blackboards and looks down at the ground, putting his hands on his hips.

“I think it would really be helpful. Sometimes Wiggenweld just isn’t enough. I think if we can make something strong enough, it could heal great wounds.”

He looks at you, seemingly irritated, and sighs. “Not everything can be healed.”

“You say that now, but-“

He grunts and walks to his office. You follow behind him until he closes the door in your face. For someone so handsome, he’s quite unseemly. Frustrated, you apparate back to the ministry and trudge to your office. When you sit down at your desk, you pull out the ingredients and stare at them. “I can do this. I just need to do it right…” you mutter to yourself.

Days go by as you attempt to brew the potion without the phoenix tears, but even this brew was a fail. One blew up in your face, another simply caught on fire (not quite sure how you managed that), and the third turned black. Not exactly a good sign. It’s not like you know anything about making new potions. The measurements of ingredients, how to stir and how long? It’s just impossible. You must get Sharp to help you. You sigh, looking at your cauldron dejectedly. You can do this. You just need help.

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imhereonthekitchenfloor · 10 months

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Rating Taylor Swift songs based on how they would be perceived by medieval peasants*: Debut

*context: I'm imagining showing medieval peasants how awesome the future is by playing them the greatest music of our day and age (Taylor obviously). I am also trying to have them not go insane nor have me be accused of witchcraft.

Tim McGraw: Jeans? Chevy truck? Radio? Georgia??? There hasn't even been a king named George let alone a state or country.... but that moon really DOES shine like a light on the lake and provide light to dance to all night. The vibes of the song are still there. 5/10

Picture to Burn: redneck? pickup truck? The relationship status is VERY confusing here because she is telling his friends he's gay (jolly) and then striking a match with someone (in a romantic sense?) and then admits to adultery ("goin' out with all of your best friends"). Fairly unsettling. 3/10

Teardrops on my Guitar: what's a guitar and why are you crying on it? Also a car? You have his picture and yet he's in love with another girl??? This is scandalous and tragic. 7/10 for relatability.

A Place In This World: a girl traveling down a road not knowing where she is headed? She must be a traveling performer! Maybe a jester! Good for her! How freeing life must be without a master. Although who knows what a radio or blue jeans are? 9/10

Cold as You: She was in love with an an artist (he painted his walls gray) and he rejected her? I wonder if it was social class differences or something else? This song hits hard regardless of the age. 10/10

The Outside: So has she been shunned or does she simply not have a master? Is this the traveling performer from a couple songs ago? Tbh it all makes sense but its pretty unrelatable. 4/10

Tied Together With a Smile: the waters high and you're jumping into it and letting go😳 and no one knows 💀 I knew serfdom was bad but wow it's BAD bad. That's depressing but relatable 8/10

Stay Beautiful: jungle and radio? Weird start but Cory seems highly sought after. I wonder who will pay the highest dowry for marriage? He seems like a wonderful muse. 7/10

Should've Said No: So I don't know the situation... your class will greatly affect this... but you know women may legally divorce their husbands for adultery, right? I do reccomend it. 3/10 because the vibes are NOT like the normal medieval music

Mary's Song: Brava!!! An arranged marriage that's also a love match? Unheard of! After the marriage, the property is even inherited!!! What a lovely start for family life. There was one confusing word? Truck? Idk the romance was so perfect I didn't even notice it. 10/10!!!!

Our Song: Half those words don't exist and the ones that do don't really make sense. Good job respecting the sanctity of God. The Church ™️ would approve. Still it's a 2/10

I'm Only Me When I'm With You: What does crazy mean? What do you mean you're flying? We're missing context but this could be a lower class marriage? :/ 6/10

Invisible: There's a fire inside him? She is invisible spying on him? This SCREAMS of witchcraft. Please do not play this song for a medieval peasant. You will be collateral damage in the trial and will likely also be burned at the stake. 1/10

A Perfectly Good Heart: First loves! What a luxury! You know very few people marry for love as relationships are to further the agenda of God🙏 apologies for the betrayal but hopefully your parents can pay the dowry for a better man. 5/10 just because this song isn't pleasing to the ears of the time

#hehehe enjoy #medieval taylor swift

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julietwiskey1 · 10 months

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If ATLA had a fourth season, what do you think would have been the plotline of Book 4 and what would likely have been the good and bad parts of it?

If we keep the original three then I think it would have gone into Book Four: Air. Likely seeing Aang work to restore the Air Nation and searching for traces of any survivors. Perhaps he sees that culturally they are dead but their are still people who can bend air. Now Aang’s role in the previous three seasons is flipped upside down, he is no longer the student but the master.

We also probably see Zuko, Azula and the gaang search for Ursa. It would serve primarily as Azula’s redemption and growth arc. Let her heal and find love with Zuko and Ursa, maybe even forgiveness by the gaang. Zuko’s story focusing more on his growth as a leader and facing the problems that beset his people that it’s his job to fix. Not just punching the lone corrupt official but making actual changes to his government.

I think to keep it on theme we would see Sokka and Katara try to find parts of their culture stolen. Perhaps even look for water benders like Hama who still know the southern tradition. Though I see this being the most likely to be cut.

The best part of the season would be its emotional beats. Focusing on healing, coming together and love. It would nail down the hope Aang always inspires. Show him and Zuko leading everyone into that new world of peace and harmony they promise.

I think something like this would struggle to keep everyone together. All of these character naturally want to do their own thing now. So why Zuko and Azula need to search with the gaang would be in question. Why aren’t Katara and Sokka going home to heal their tribe? Shouldn’t Aang be heading off on his own now?

That’s what I think is most likely.

Though I personally think if the show knew they would have a fourth season it would have been better to split season three into two. Season one takes place up until the day of black sun. Have it take place in the colonies. Focus more on Ozai and his role leading the war and the struggles Zuko and Azula face at home. Show him as a villain by showing how two of our previous villains who love him still fear him. The gaang runs into a lot more stories like the headband and Hama. Show the oppression of the colonies and how the Fire Nation exploits the land.

Then with the season four show Zuko earning his way with the gaang as they hide in the Fire Nation Islands (not colonies but Fire Nation proper). Show him slowly earning their trust. But most importantly let him interact with the Fire Nation and learning what has to change about his nation. But I think he needs to also serve as a supporting character in several episodes. Where he’s not the focus, but rather holds up or steps out of the spot light for Katara, Sokka, Toph and Aang to shine.

Aang could also be discovering energy bending or another Ozai solution. Make the reveal of energy bending at the end feel like an earned discovery and not a deus ex machina.

During this fourth season Azula, Mai, and Ty Lee take the secondary story plots. Show the fracture of the friend group. How Azula is struggling under Ozai expectations and how it forces her to act contrary to a teenager with her friends. Give her breakdown time to fester and grow. But also show a girl who is deserving of redemption. Who quite simply currently does not feel or does not see any way out or can fully see what is wrong. Her side story can pair with Zuko’s. When Zuko finds a problem and fixes it give it to Azula and show how constrained she is.

And most importantly show Ozai being the villain beyond Azula and Zuko. Let him personally hurt and burn people. Maybe even give an episode where the gaang nearly runs into him and show how he can take them. Make him a terrifying enemy before the final fight.

#Wiskey answers #anon #atla #avatar the last airbender #hypothetical season four #zuko #Azula #Aang #Sokka #Katara #never really mentioned toph did I #probably can have a few episodes showing her maturing #maybe develop her anti war ideology

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broodybuck · 5 months

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A Lending Hand | Series Part 5

Series Summary: When Steve finds out what Bucky's been doing behind closed doors, he's happy to lend a hand. He's willing to do whatever it takes to find how much of the Bucky he knew is still left.

Series Tags: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | Rated E | Tags: 18+ explicit smut, recovering Bucky, post cacw, denial of feelings, handjobs, first time, Avengers tower, no refractory period, power bottom Steve, top Bucky

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It's so crazy to Steve that this has become so normal. Making out with Bucky.

Sometimes, it doesn't feel real until he's there and it's happening. Like right now, they're making out and it's so good. The deeper the kisses get, the more intoxicated Steve feels.

His head is a little too dazed, sometimes he gets so lost in it especially since Bucky started using his tongue. God, Steve loves when he uses his tongue.

He's not thinking, he's drunk on it all, when he hears himself mumble out, "Wanna ride you."

Bucky stops, backs away, and looks at him.

In normal circumstances, Steve would apologize and try to carry on but he's currently breathing too hard. He's hot, his face is flushed, his body's turned on and well, it wasn't a lie. It's what he wants so badly, he can't even bring himself to apologize for it.

"How?" Bucky questions.

Steve gulps, his face burns hotter.

"Uhm, like physically ride your— you know, cock. We'd have to prep me first," Steve says and when Bucky doesn't respond right away he keeps rambling.

"We don't have to, of course. I'm sure that's too fast. We just started kissing. Oh god, I'm getting way ahead of myself, aren't I? Don't listen to me. Let's just keep kissing, alright?"

Steve leans forward but pauses when Bucky doesn't lean the rest of the way in. Steve sits back again feeling like an idiot. He may have ruined this whole thing. He waits a long stretch for Bucky to finally say something.

"I think..." Bucky considers. "You should."

"Should what?" Steve asks.

"Ride me."

Steve's eyes bulge out of his head and his body reacts heavily to the idea.

"Okay, I'd love to," Steve says in three octaves higher than usual. Bucky's eyebrows raise at the unusual pitch.

"And I can prep you," Bucky decides.

"Well, um, you'd have to use your fingers."

Bucky stares down at his hand, specifically the metal one which is giving Steve some very bad ideas.

"Okay, I'll try," Bucky says uncertainly.

Steve's overwhelmed right now enough that instead of answering he just rushes forward to kiss Bucky's lips again. Thankfully, Bucky kisses him back after a surprised huff.

They resume making out heatedly and naturally, Steve glides his hands down Bucky's body. Along his sides, down his ribs, to his waist. Bucky doesn't protest, he tries to hold Steve in return but his touch is so light it's less than a feather.

"I better get these off," Steve mumbles in between kisses before he finally tears himself away from the kiss to undress.

Bucky watches him, he looks nervous.

"Are you sure—"

"You have to tell me," Bucky interrupts. "Exactly how to do it."

"I will," Steve says with a shiver running down his spine.

And in no time, Steve's naked and lying on his stomach. Bucky's behind him with lube, staring at Steve's backside. Steve showed him the motions of how his fingers should move on Bucky's leg so he could see and feel it. Showing him how to press down, push in.

Bucky just nodded silently and then watched Steve turn around and spread his legs apart.

He waits now, not wanting to rush Bucky even though his cock is already drooling in anticipation against the comforter.

"It's not bad, just one finger at a time," Steve reminds him.

Finally, Steve feels pressure against his rim but not just pressure, a cool, smooth surface. He jolts, accidentally, because it's the metal hand.

"Sorry," Bucky murmurs.

Bucky hesitates but then he presses a metal fingertip against the rim again. He smears the lube around which is also chilled to the touch and makes Steve shiver.

With a guy so worried about using his hands, he seems to have no qualms about going straight in with his prosthetic hand. The metal makes the fingers larger and thicker. Steve can already imagine how good that's going to feel.

Finally, Bucky pushes one finger in down to the first knuckle and Steve moans. Yep, it's better than Steve expected.

"You like that?" Bucky checks.

"Yes."

Bucky moves his finger in and out, then experiments with pressing down as Steve showed him earlier.

"Ahgn— okay, add another," Steve huffs happily.

"You said one at a time," Bucky argues, finger pausing mid-motion.

"To start, but I need more. Two fingers, Buck," Steve whines. "It's good, I'm okay, I promise."

Bucky hesitates but slowly presses a second finger in alongside the first. With Bucky using his prostheses, the fingers are larger and thicker. It's better than Steve expected.

Bucky resumes his movements with both fingers now.

"You can— spread them," Steve pants and squeals a little when Bucky does so.

"Yeah, yeah, gahhd. Three now," Steve pleads.

"Three?" Bucky sounds astounded, his hand halts again.

"Trust me, gotta fit your cock. Need three, Buck, please."

He hears Bucky let out a shaky breath at that. Steve flushes from the sound, from the fact that he's turning Bucky on. That he's the one causing a physical reaction and it's not just the serum that altered his body.

Bucky pushes in the third finger and Steve groans loudly with the intrusion. Bucky pauses.

"Okay?" he asks.

"Yes, yes good."

Bucky moves them, presses down, slides them in and out and it's all so good Steve starts rutting against the mattress.

"Why are you doing that?" Bucky questions.

"Feels too good, wanna come," Steve mewls.

There's a pause and then, "Then come."

Bucky says it very matter-of-factly, but it's still enough. Just the allowance, just the fact that Bucky's fingers are inside him getting him off, Steve lets go and comes on the comforter.

He's breathing heavily when he feels Bucky remove his fingers.

"Can you still ride me now?" Bucky asks.

Steve turns around with a wild smile.

"You know I can."

Bucky blinks with surprise like he was expecting a no.

Steve pushes onto his knees, grabs Bucky's face, and kisses him hard.

"I want this so much, Buck. You have no idea how much I want this," Steve says and kisses him again.

Bucky starts kissing him back and his fingers trickle along his sides which tickle since they're covered in lube.

"Sit back," Steve instructs him, pointing to the headboard.

Bucky seats himself exactly where Steve directed him. Bucky's still clothed, never bothered to take anything off, but now he excitedly opens the fly of his jeans and pulls out his cock.

Steve bites his lip, never imagined he'd see Bucky so excited — for him. He crawls over to Bucky and straddles him, hovering above his hard cock for a moment.

"This," Steve says, framing Bucky's face in his hands so he looks up at him. "Is going to feel really good."

He sees Bucky swallow and then nod, his eyes fluttering shut as if preparing himself. Steve can tell he's turned on, can see how much he wants this. And with that realization, Steve easily sinks down onto his cock.

He takes each inch slowly especially because Bucky sharply inhales. Then Bucky moans, trying to swallow back the sound but once Steve sits at the root, Bucky moans so openly and beautifully, Steve smiles like a buffoon.

Bucky throws his head back, his eyes shut tight and his mouth drops open. Steve takes the opportunity to kiss his neck, sucking all new spots as he begins to move his hips.

Bucky grabs onto Steve's waist so forcefully it startles Steve but he keeps kissing his neck, keeps rocking back and forth. Until Bucky lets out a wounded cry and Steve realizes he's already coming.

Steve slows down, watching Bucky bask in the aftermath of his orgasm.

Then Bucky opens his eyes and sighs.

"Sorry— that was— uh, felt better than I—" Bucky stumbles over his words.

Steve just kisses him.

"I can keep going, you're still hard," Steve breathes.

Bucky just nods frantically and grips Steve's waist even tighter.

After that, Steve rides him for real. Fast and full on until they both come again and it's everything. Everything. Steve's officially made it to heaven.

They're both calming down on the bed afterward. Steve has a permanent smile glued to his face. He rolls over and kisses Bucky's shoulder, nuzzling his face against him.

"Shouldn't I have asked you to dinner before all this?" Bucky says.

Steve laughs and picks his head up.

"These days, people date so casually. This is probably more typical now."

"Really?"

"Yeah, apparently dinner and flowers are old-fashioned now," Steve shrugs.

"Huh." Bucky sits pensively thinking this over.

"So I definitely shouldn't start calling you doll, then," Bucky notes almost to himself.

Steve smiles so hard, he needs to bite his lip to reign himself in. He kisses the man's shoulder again.

"I'd love if you did, sweetheart," Steve croons.

Bucky looks at him and smiles. Then he turns to the ceiling and shrugs.

"I'll think on it," Bucky responds with a smirk still lingering at the ends of his lips.

It's the first time Steve is sure he's teasing him.

In eighty years, his best friend is finally teasing him again. This is the best day of his life.

#stucky #stucky fic #stucky series #series part 5 #stucky smut

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