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helplesslypurple77 · 1 month ago

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Day 6-Cumming in Pants-Illumi/Reader

Notes: I have never actually sewed a mens suit, because 1. Tailoring is REALLY FUCKING HARD and finicky as hell 2. I'm a woman who has no need for one, and 3. I hate sewing mens clothes their boring

Anyway, enjoy. Also btw 70,000 jenny is about 700 usd

also title is from 'English Love Affair' by 5sos

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As a seamstress located in Yorknew city, you got a large volume of clientele. Be it wealthy businessmen wanting a high quality suite or spoiled princesses shopping for their next dress, you pride yourself in your high quality work and your range of designs. You made sure to treat each and every patron of your business with respect, even the strange characters you often received. Because of course, as the wealthy clients wore their clothes to gatherings, you gained a reputation for your quality and openness. And of course, the odd ones took notice.

The first hunter you had ever tailored clothes for had been kind of normal, only requiring a special waterproof fabric. But the weirdness had increased and increased and now you regularly got a parade of weird guests after weird guests.

From simple garments that required special skills or fabrics, to gravity defying outfits that any designer would turn down, you took them all. At a handsome price, of course.

It was raining. Thunder rattled the glass windows of your shop, rain hitting them so hard you worried for a moment they might break. It was dark outside, the blackness only momentarily illuminated by flashes of lightning. You hummed along with the headphones in your ears, carefully cutting the black fabric laid across your cutting table. Cutting was probably one of your least favorite parts, but it was ok right now, the music in your ears and the rain a faint lovely sound on your windows.

Your shop and studio were the same, situated in a nice part of town. Your shop was in a pleasant little street, filled with mom and pop shops and cafes, and off the beaten path far enough that you might half to know where to look. You weren't looking to incur any damages, and you especially didn't want robbers or crime near your precious creations. You did have a hunter's license, in order to hunt certain types of hides, and you were moderately powerful and would be able to protect yourself in a bad situation, but you didn't like fighting. You would prefer it if you didn't have to defend yourself at all.

Rain hits the long windows of your shop with a loud pattern, thunder cracking in the background. You humm, a calm russian pop playing through your airpods, dancing around your cutting table. You have certain songs you like playing during rain storms, just to give the right vines. Right now your favorites are �� последний раз, and Goodnight Moon—

Your front door opened with a slam. You jump, one of your airpods falls out of your ear and onto the cutting table. A figure stands in your doorway. The figure is tall, with long flowing hair flipping wildly in the wind. Rain hits the hardwood floor a few feet in front of him and you push your shock and fear away and glare at the stranger.

“Can I help you?” You say, standing tall and crossing your arms. “You're getting rain all over my floors.”

The man tilts his head, backlit by the lightning, but you can kind of make out his face. He has pale skin, and big dark eyes, as dark as the night behind him. After a moment of consideration, he steps forwards into the light, letting the door close behind him.

You bend down, picking up your airpod and carefully putting both of them away before you can lose them.

The man in your doorway doesn't attempt to shake himself dry or remove the wet hair soaking water on the princess sleeves of his odd green outfit. It takes you one careful look over him to realize he's a hunter. The one lesson you’ve learned in your work with hunters over the years is not one of them dresses normally. Fastest way to spot a hunter in public is to look for the person wearing a discount spirit Halloween jester outfit or wearing what could only be described as a tree cutout robbed straight from a middle school play.

The man in the doorway tilts his head.

“You are a seamstress.” He says. It takes you a moment to realize that was a question. “You were recommended to me by my father.”

“I am a seamstress, yes.” You say, eyeing him carefully up and down. “But I'm closed right now.”

“Oh,” The man says, and then continues to stand still as a statue a few feet in front of your door. He looks a bit like a drowned kitten with big black eyes, surrounded by long black hair that sticks to his face, his clothes, his arms. He looked uncomfortable.

“I have a shower,” You say, trying to sound inviting. “You can use my dryer as well if you’d like.”

The man tilts his head slightly, black hair cascading in a wet curtain down his back. You wince as water hits your previously clean hardwood floor. He looks a bit like a porcelain doll, his face mostly eyes and confused blank expression. Finally, he speaks.

“Yes, that would be nice.” He says, stepping farther into your room. You hold out your arm to stop him.

“Stop, you're gonna get my fabric wet,” you sigh, motioning for him to stand still by the door. “Just wait here, I'll be right back.”

The man looks down, lifting his arm experimentally, as if he just remembered he's soaking wet at all. Water cascades off his arm, forming a small puddle beneath him.You sigh, massaging your forehead as you go and fetch some towels from your linen closet. When you return, the man is still standing still by the door. You hand him the towels, trying for a friendly smile. You're very tired.

“Try to dry off as much as you can,” You say, turning back to your cutting table. No reason not to get some work done. You're almost done cutting out the mock up when you feel a tap on your shoulders.

“Yeah?” You ask, trying to finish cutting out the piece you were in the middle of cutting.

“Where is the shower,” The man says from behind you.

“Oh, I'll show you.” You say, turning around. The man has rolled his long hair up in one of the towels you had handed him. In his hands, he's holding a bundle of green and yellow fabric. Fabric the almost exact color his clothes had been. You drop your scissors with a clatter, abruptly closing your eyes.

“Why are you naked?” You ask, trying to remain calm. You had only gotten a glimpse but the man looked pretty built.

“You told me not to track water on your fabric.” The man says, sounding very confused. You take a deep breath and massage your temples, keeping your eyes closed.

“I didn't mean–you know what, never mind.” You say, turning back to your cutting table and opening your eyes. In the foggy reflection of the window opposite you can catch some glimpses of skin and muscles, but you do your best not to look.

“Follow me,” You say, moving towards the back stairs, the ones that lead up to your small flat. The sound of wet feet hitting your hardwood floor follows you, so you assume the man is following you.

“Are you afraid of the human form, Miss…” The man asks. You scoff. You would assume he was mocking you, but the total lack of emotions in his voice gave away the fact that it was a genuine question.

“Name, and no, obviously not.” You say, “I just didn't expect you to be naked. What's your name again?”

“Illumi,” The man, Illumi says. “I apologize for startling you.”

You sigh, opening the door to the back stairs and starting up. Illumi follows you.

“It's fine, Mr Illumi.” You say, reaching to the top of your stairs and opening the door of your small apartment. “You can leave your clothes on the table. I'll put them in the wash.”

Illumi doesn't say anything, but you assume he nodded. The door closes behind him, blocking out the sounds of rain. You flip on the lightswitch, and golden light floods the small living room of your apartment. You slip off your shoes, and move deeper into the apartment.

“You have a nice house,” Illumi says, and you hear the wet slap of his clothes hitting your kitchen table as he continues, “although your security is poor.”

“Thanks, I guess.” You say, choosing to brush off the last comment. “The bathroom is this way.”

You walk past your open bedroom door, silently praying Illumi does not see what a mess it is, and open the small door of your bathroom, switching on the lights.

“Here we are,” You say, turning around and abruptly being reminded that he's only wearing two towels. You yank your eyes from his abs and stair at his drowned face. “You can use whatever you want in there.”

Illumi nods his head up and down, the towel on his air bobbing comically. He blinks his big eyes slowly looking at you with what can only be categorized as curiosity.

“Why did you help me?” He asks. You frown in confusion.

“What?”

“Why did you let me into your home?” He asks again, tilting his head. He really does look kinda sad and pathetic, if you ignore the rest of his mostly naked body.

“Uh…” you say, thinking for a moment. “I felt bad for you? You look like a drowned kitten.”

“Oh,” Illumi says, frowning. Then after a pause, “thank you.”

“Your welcome,” You laugh, leaning past him to grab a large towel from your upstairs linen closet, and pass it to him. He takes it and steps into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

You're digging through your clothes drawers for some of your ex-boyfriend's clothes you know you kept when you hear the shower switching off. You hurry, grabbing some soft gray sweatpants and one of his old t-shirts and knock on the bathroom door.

“Illumi? I have some clothes for you to borrow.” You say, folding them and stacking them neatly into a pile. The door flips open and you avert your eye, shoving the clothes in his direction until you feel them leaving your hands. The door doesn't close though, and you close your eyes as clothing rustles, until the rustling has stopped for at least ten seconds. Only then do you open your eyes. Illumi looks much less drowned rat now, his pale skin still a little pink from the shower. His hair is wrapped up in a towel, and you're happy to note your ex-boyfriend's stuff fits him fine.

“Your stuff will be done in about ten minutes,” you say, turning away and leading him back down the small hallway and into your living room as you continue. “You mentioned you had business with me?”

“Yes,” Illumi says as you move into your kitchen, starting the kettle. He's still standing awkwardly in the middle of the living room like an odd statue when you turn around. You giggle.

“You can sit down,” You say, urging him into motion. He obeys, sitting upright in one of your armchairs, hands folded neatly in his lap. “Would you like some tea?”

“Yes,” Illumi says, and you pull two mugs out of the cabinet as he continues. “I was told your work is excellent.”

You select a chamomile tea out of the tea cabinet and put a tea bag into each cup.

“It is,” You say. “Who said that though.”

“My father,” Illumi says. You scan your brain for anyone he could possibly be referring to and come up empty.

“Did you need something made?” You ask instead, pouring the hot water into the mugs and putting a plate over them to let them steep. “I'm a bit swamped right now with an unusual request, but if it's easy I can totally make something for you.”

“Mother told me my suit is too small.” Illumi says, still sitting stiff and unnatural on one of your cushy chairs. You grab both of the mugs, placing one on the coffee table in front of Illumi.

“A suite, huh.” You say, taking a sip of your chamomile tea and letting the warmth sooth your bones. As far as normal garments go, Suites would probably be one of the hardest garments ever. Making a suite was one thing, making a well tailored suit in a small time frame without five hundred fittings was quite another. But, in your profession you had long ago learned that there were worse things you might be forced to make than a suite. This one time, this guy had shone up and requested to have a ball for a waist, and be able to use it in combat. You had done it, somehow. At least he had been hot, if very fucking weird. You shake your head, taking a ship of your tea.

“I can make you a suit, yeah.” You say as you place your cup on the coffee table. “Let me get my schedule book and I'll write you in.”

“Im busy,” Illumi replies, sitting bold upright in your chair, tea clutch between his pale fingers. “Can you do it now?”

“Sew a suit, right now, while you're here?” You ask incredulously, sitting back into your chair.

Illumi nods jerkily, taking a robotic sip of his drink and setting it on the table.

“Please,” he says. The room sinks into silence for a moment as you take a few deep breaths, holding back a laugh.

“I have inconvenienced you.” Illumi says, and you decide to take pity on him.

“Is there a specific time frame you need to suit?” You ask, reaching forward to pick up your tea. “I can schedule you as soon as possible.”

“Mother says in two weeks,” Illumi says, a few strands of hair falling from the towel turban he put his hair in. in the distance you hear your dryer beek aggressively, signifying Illumis clothes have finished drying. You stand, moving towards your small laundry room, shouting over your shoulder as you continue.

“You said your father recommended me, right?”

Illumi nods, taking another sip of camomile tea. “He said he gets his work clothes from you. He said your work holds up under extreme stress.”

“I make a lot of specialty clothes for hunters,” You say, bending down to pull Illumis dry clothes out of your front loading washer. “So it kind of has too. Is your father a hunter?”

“Assassin.” Illumi says. You nod, holding his warm clothes and slamming the laundry room door with your foot.

“Ah, you must be Silva’s son then.” You say, handing Illumi his warm, staticky clothes. He takes them, tilting his head to the side.

“How did you know?” he asks, big eyes blinking slowly.

You giggle, taking his empty cup from the coffee table and putting it into your sink, along with your own half full one.

“I don't get many assassins for clients.” You say, running water into the cups and putting them into your almost full dishwasher. You make a note to start it after Illumi leaves.

“You know, your dad has a fitting in a couple days.” You start, grabbing your appointment book from the countertop and moving back into the small living room as you flip through it. “ How about you come with him and I'll take your measurements? That sound good?”

Illumi sits still, head tilted as he blinks slowly, considering.

“Alright,” Illumi finally answers, and you nod, writing it into your book.

His clothes are still resting in his lap and you hop up, grabbing a bag from your closet. It's an old plastic take out bag. You take his clothes from him again as he thinks, putting them in the bag and handing it back.

He looks at it in confusion. You smile, handing him a paper bag filled with the weird pins that had been stuck in the front of the clothes, and what looked like an id of some kind and a phone.

“That way your clothes wont get wet,” You say with a smile, glancing at the clock. It's getting pretty late at night, around ten forty five. The sound of Illumis phone ringing cuts through the silence, and you jump. Illumi pulls an archaic looking flip phone out of the paper bag, flipping it open with a satisfying snap.

“Yes?”

Someone's voice can be heard on the other line, yelling rather loudly. You pretend not to pay attention out of politeness, but strain your ears to hear something. Unfortunately you can catch anything and Illumi hangs up, rising to his feet abruptly.

“I have to go,” he says, “where should I change?”

“No knead,” You say, standing up and getting your appointment book on the table.

“But your clothes,” He says, gesturing down on himself. You smile.

“Dont worry about it, there my ex boyfriends old things.” You say, moving towards the front door. “I was just gonna donate them anyway.”

Illumi follows you, silent but for the rustling of the bags you had provided him. His footsteps made no noise, you hadn't noticed before because of the rain. Opening the door of your flat you step into the much colder stairwell and shiver.

“I'm sorry i don't have a jacket for you,” You say, bare feet padding down the concrete stairs. “It's quite cold out.”

“As an assassin, I was raised to withstand below zero temperatures,” Illumi informs you blankly as you reach the button of the stairs, opening the door into your shop.

“Well that's good.” You say, holding the door open as Illumi steps through, into the barely illuminated back room of your shop. A few mannequins standing in the corner look threateningly like real humans, and you giggle as Illumi stops still, staring at them before moving on.

“Jump scared by the manquines?” You ask. Illumi frowns, shaking his head.

“No.” He says, walking a little faster. You giggle, he must be embarrassed.

“So, you’ll be back in a few days for our appointment, right?” you ask, standing a few feet away from the front door. Illumi, holding two plastic bags of clothes and nicknacks against his chest, nods.

“Yes,” He says, and then a second later, “I apologize for inconveniencing you.”

You giggle. He's a bit cute, in a wild animal kind of way. You move closer, reaching up to yoink the towel from his head, watching his long hair tumble over his shoulders. He shakes his head like a dog, his long silky hair falling into place. His ears are red as he opens the door, stepping into the rain. You wave, and he nods in response as the door shuts with a heavy clunk.

You smile all night as you lock up your room, shutting the doors and securing the windows and waving goodbye to the threatening dress forms in the corner.

Tonight certainly was interesting.

🪡🪡🪡

The sun is shining across your floors, when Illumi and Silva arrive for their appointment. The door opens with a chime of bells, and you look up from your design sketchbook and grin.

“Ah, there you are.” You say, putting your sketchbook and the table and rising to greet the men touring by the door. “I almost thought you wouldn't show up.”

“I apologize, Miss Name,” SIlva says, smiling down at you. He really does tower over you, in stature and height. “Be polite and apologize for the inconvenience, Illumi.”

Illumi, standing a bit behind his father, nods.

“I apologize Miss Name,” He says, looking somehow both lost and sincere at the same time. You laugh.

“It's no biggie, you guys were only a few minutes late,” You say, leading them both into the main area, and grabbing the outfit Silva had requested. “I made the alterations we talked about last time, so hopefully everything fits this time!”

You hand Silva the formal suit jacket he had requested, and motion for him to change. He nods.

“Where can my son sit while we finish this up?” He asks. You nod, turning to look at Illumi who has been standing awkwardly in the middle of your studio with a laugh.

“Illumi, you can take a seat over there if you like.” You say, gesturing at the comfy chairs off to the side of your studio. Illumi nods, moving towards the chairs and sitting down with a thump. His hands fold over his lap and you giggle.

“Your son has great manners,” You whisper, leaning over in Silva's direction. The large man chuckles, brushing his long hair out of the way as he slips the black suite over his white button down.

“My wife has taught him well in that department,” He grins as you survey the fit of the jacket. “Although we have our concerns.”

“Oh really?” you ask, probably more interested than you should be. “How is the fit?”

“Good,” Silva says, raising his arms above his head. “Well as Illumi has gotten older, Kikyo and I worry he'll never marry.”

You stifle a giggle, subtle looking at Illumi as he sits still in your chair, looking around at the framed sketches on your wall. You frame designs you were especially proud of, with proof pictures of course. You turn back to Silva, a little confused.

“Really? He's quite handsome,” You say, checking the back seam as Silva flexes his muscles. The suite stays intact, not even straining. Silva looks at you oddly.

“You think,” He says, smiling slightly. “Well, lately he has expressed interest in a certain woman. Kikyo and I are thrilled.”

“Oh, really?” You say, your heart sinking in your chest a little. When had you even realized you were attracted to him? Maybe you were just disappointed that a handsome man was off the market. “That's just great.”

Silva nods, smiling a secretive smile as he sheds the jacket, handing it back to you.

“The fit is lovely,” He says, “I'm quite satisfied.”

You smile, your heart feeling a bit odd, and turn to grab a bag, packing his suit jacket up carefully and neatly, tossing in a free sample handkerchief as you usually do, all the while feeling a bit sad. You don't quite want to admit why as you hand Silva the package, turning to Illumi sitting in the armchair with a sigh.

“Alright Illumi, let's get those measurements done.” You say, turning away to grab your measurement book and your tape measure. When you turn back, Illumi is standing a few feet in front of you. You hadn't heard him move at all. But you supposed that was expected for an assassin.

“Your shop is nice,” Illumi says, voice stilted as you move closer, wrapping the tape measure around his chest. You ignore the beating in your heart as you take the measurement, noting it down in your book.

“Thanks,” You say, turning back around to take the second measurement. “I try.”

Silence falls as your slightly trembling hands take the waist measurement. Illumi shifts slightly as you turn, noting the measurement in your book. Silence falls as you take the next few measurements, careful not to touch his body more than necessary. The shoulder, arm, and back measurements are all taken in awkward silence, until Illumi speaks again.

“The designs on your walls,” he says, “I recognize one.”

You have your back turned, writing down measurements and you turn to follow his pointing finger. He's pointing at a design you're rather proud of. The man who had decided he wanted a ball for a waist. You grin, proud of it as you turn back.

“Ah, Mr Morrow's design, one of my favorites.” You say, leaning down a bit to wrap the tape measure around his hips. “That design was a pain in the ass but it turned out so well.”

“You have sewed for Hisoka?” Illumi asks, shifting slightly as your hands pass over his hips, taking the measurement down mentally and turning around to write it on the page.

“Yes!” You say with a grin, “Pain in the ass design, but he was handsome and so I guess it was worth it.”

Illumi frowns slightly, shifting as you drop to your knees, taking the length of his legs. Faintly in the background, you hear Silva muffle a cough. You had forgotten for a moment he was there.

“You took his measurements?” He asks, frowning down at you. You look up in confusion, still on your knees with a tape measure in your hand, poised to do the inseam measurement.

“I take everyone's measurements?” You question, confused. “I had to do some really finicky stuff for that outfit, and it involved some odd and somewhat emberassingmeasruments.”

You explain, knees still firmly planted on the floor as you lower your tape measure. Illumi frowns, hands falling over his chest.

“I hope he did not inconvenience you.” He says, blinking very slowly. He sounds almost upset, but you shove it aside with a grin as you pick up your tape measure again.

“Oh, it wasn't too bad,” You say, gently taking the inseam measurement, careful not to brush any sensitive parts as you continue. “The costume was a pain, but he was very lovely to work with. His pretty face definitely helped. And the money, obviously.”

Illumi shifts slightly as you carefully take the inseam measurement.

“You guys friends?” You ask, finishing your inseam measurement and turning to write it in your book. Illumi coughs, shifting behind you with a rustling of fabric.

“I guess,” he says, a certain malice in his voice that you can't place.

“How nice,” You say, turning to write your final measurements, your heart feeling a bit heavy.

🪡🪡🪡

Silva and Illumi pay the whole 70,000 jenny upfront. You protest, but Silva waves it off with a grin, as he and Illumi disappear into the sunlight.

You hate to admit that you're really attracted to Illumi. You're not sure why. Maybe it's the whole wounded animal thing he was going on, or maybe it was his awkward nature and stilted conversation, but you were quite enamored with him.

But thanks to Silva, you now knew you had no chance with him.

The next few fittings with Illumi were an awkward mix of attraction and arousal on your end, and awkwardness at his end. He tried to make small talk with you, and you replied, but every conversation made you more and more sure he would never be attracted to you.

He was even kind enough to bring you a lovely bouquet of red roses and white baby's breath, and apologize for the night you had first met. Every kind gesture made your heart hurt, but you accepted them with a smile. Every time you saw those roses, your heart hurt.

🪡🪡🪡

It was around seven when the events started. You were bone tired, body flopping onto the bed after a long day of standing over a table. Your back ached as you sighed, closing your eyes.

Your phone lay beside you, digging into your back slightly as you relaxed. But you couldn't quite relax. There was a familiar, thrumming energy running through your body. You were horny.

Sighing, you stroked your nipples gently through your thin shirt, already having shed your bra as soon as you entered the room. Your other hand slowly winds down, stroking your pussy gently over your panties.

You're so horny. Maybe it has something to do with Illumi’s fittings. Having your hands all over him in a professional manner was too much. He had such a fit physique, you longed to grip his muscled shoulders, free of the fabric between your skin. You whimper, pressing a finger knuckle deep into your pussy with a sigh. You roll over slightly, back pressing into your phone.

You can't be bothered to take it out from under you, even when you hear a faint click.

Illumi happens to be near your shop when his phone rings. He answers it quickly, holding it up to his ear as he stands in the middle of the darkened sidewalk a few miles from your shop.

“Name?” He asks, standing a foot away from the ring of light cast by the sidewalk. The sweatpants he's wearing hang low on his hips. The sweat pants you had given him. They still smell like you still, and Illumi is ashamed to admit how hard he gets when he takes a whiff of their scent. Re refuses to relieve himself, as not to sully your name. It's become hard as of late, with your figure plaguing his dreams, your careful professional fingers brushing his skin. Illumi sighs, taking a deep breath.

You don't respond, the only sound he hears is a faint groan. Illumi starts moving towards your shop, worried.

“Illumi?” You say over the phone. Your voice shakes, sounding a bit odd. “Oh god Illumi!”

Illumi frowns, moving faster and faster towards your house. You sound like you're in some type of distress.

“Name,” He asks again, “are you alright?”

No reply, only a faint groan leaking through the phone. Illumi’s dick twitches in his pants as he races towards your shop.

“Oh Illumi, you’ve got to help me!” You exclaim through the phone. Your voice shakes lightly, heavy breathing coming through the speaker as Illumi picks the lock to your shop.

“Are you ok, name?” He asks again. You groan, and then the phone disconnects with a click. Illumi dashes through your darkened shop, up the concrete stairs, and opens your door as quietly as possible. If someone is hurting you, he’ll kill them in an instant.

You have two fingers shoved up your cunt when the door opens with a slam. You shriek, trying to hide the evidence of what you were doing as illumi stares down at your mostly naked body in shock. He's standing in your doorway, wearing the sweatpants you had given to him and a black muscle tea, and staring at your body in shock.

He looks so delicious, as he takes you in, his face looking a bit bewildered. You trace his body, your eyes catching on the obvious bulge in his pants, and grin.

“Illumi,” You coo, spreading your legs with a grin. He visibly gulps. “I need something from you.”

This all feels so sudden, the tension hanging in the air between you, the way his expressions of lust spell so plainly on his face. How could you have missed this. You wonder if you had missed other signs.

Illumi moves forward slowly, the door closing softly behind him, feet making no sound on your bedroom floor. He stands at the end of the bed awkwardly, dick twitching in the gray sweatpants he wears. You gulp down saliva, scooting a bit farther onto the bed.

“I want you to eat me out,” You say, bringing a hand down to spread your pussy lips. You watch Illumi gulp, want him crawls towards you on the bed until his head is positioned over your dripping pussy, his hair tickling your knees and thighs as he leans down.

“I apologize if this is unsatisfactory,” illumi says, his voice still as robotic and clinical as ever, even as his eyes tremble with arousal. “I lack the necessary experience to—”

You interrupt by gripping his hair, and shoving his face into your pussy. His body collapses on the bedspread, hands winding around your hips and waist, as your hand winds into the base of his long hair.

You groan, your back arching as he licks a long strip along your pussy, tonge passing gently over your clit.

You reward him with a tug on his hair, and he muffles a small groan into your pussy. The resulting jolt of pleasure runs through your spine, and his name escapes your mouth.

“That's good, so good.” You pants into the air, the hand not tangled in Illumis long hair notting into the white comforter around you. Illumi whimpers quietly, his own hips grinding into the carpet as you moan.

He's showering you with pleasure, his mouth going to town on you as your back arches, and your orgasm threatens to overwhelm you. You whimper, tugging at his hair.

“Oh god, I'm gonna cum.” You shiver, body jolting and jerking and Illumi fucks your whole with his tongue, his thumb drawing circles on your clit.

“Me too,” he murmurs into your pussy, and you watch as he grinds helplessly into the comforter, completely occupied with driving you mad with pleasure.

It's that sight that pushes you over the edge. His hair tangled on your legs, his hands gripping your body like you’ll disappear in an instant, the desperate thrusts of his hips into the comforter.

Your body tenses as you cum, back arching and hand pulling the hair knots in your hands. His voice is on your tongue as you orgasm, stars bursting in your eyelids, pleasure overwhelming your senses.

Illumi also tenses under your grip, muffling a faint moan of pleasure into your pussy, only prolonging your orgasm.

When you open your eyes, hazy from cumming and take him in over you, you feel more arousal running through your body.

He's looming over you, big doll eyes filled with lust, clothes long discarded. His hair falls over the two of you like an intimate curtain, hiding the outside world from view. His dick is bobbing back to life, big and ready to be inside you. A small, nervous smile is curing across his lips.

“Be my wife,” Illumi says, eyes darting anywhere but you. You grin, a feeling of elation running through your body as you reach up, gripping his face with your hand and looking deep into his eyes as you reply.

“Yes,” You say, and Illumis mouth devours you in a kiss so full of happiness you almost cry. Almost, until you feel that hardness pressing against your stomach and you reach down, storking it gently. Illumi moans into your mouth, choking slightly and you grin.

“You aren't busy, right?” You coo into his mouth. Illumi shakes his head.

“Good,’ You say, body twisting into his. “Because I think I'll have you occupied for the next couple hours.”

Illumi responds by kissing the breath from your lips.

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Endnotes:

I HATE SCHOOL I HATE SCHOOL!!! I HATE SCHOOL I HATE SCHOOL!!!

Anyway, If you cant tell i would love to be a tailor/seamstress for a living, but alas my parents unfortunately raised me to have expensive taste and it's just not sustainable as a career. So it's a hobby for now.

#mariannacrxss #helplesslypurple77kinktober #hunter x hunter #hxh smut #hxh illumi #illumi x reader #illumi zoldyck #Hunter x Hunter #hxh x reader

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little-rawrie-raver · 1 month ago

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I haven’t been able to listen to music for weeeeeeks now :((((

I MISS HEADPHONESSSSS my wired ones broek.. but my next pair, which should be coming soon, is gonna be airpods, and hopefully they don’t break as easy <:3

i’m also considering getting an mp3 player because i am SOOO SICK of paying for streaming services.. they jack up the price every other month! i’m over it!! >:(((

they don’t even pay their artists enough, liek, what gives???

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thoughtsandbones · 2 years ago

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"Imagine they're just about freezing right now..."

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!MedicDoc

Song inspo: C*cks*cker - Tyler Bates and All These Things That've Done - The Killers

I grew up with the OG MW2 game, so there are some references to the old one, so kind of a mix of both the OG and the new timeline...

(FYI: bold sentences... are like this... are supposed to describe redacted data/info to the plot... ;] ..

MASTERLIST

Part 2

When the door clicked shut and knew that he had walked away and free from his prying eyes you could relax.

You could relax.

But you don't... You cannot. The fact this masked man knew your name. Not the name you tell people, not the name you've used since were a teenager. He knew your birth name...

Enough mind games. You observe the infirmary. It was bleak. Bare to the bones. Just one old, very old bed. Empty cabinets. An old desk with an even older chair.

"Great" You mutter. You sit yourself on the floor crossed legged. Taking the weight off the aching feet. Closing your eyes and breathing in and out for four each time.

Tilting your head back and placing your hands behind you. Embracing the calm before the storm. Taking out your phone scroll through and removes your AirPods from their pocket, you plug in try to lose yourself

Edge Hill - Groove Armada plays

<CUE FLASHBACK> Siberia, Russia, October 12 2010 Day 3- Never again will I complain about the cold when back home. You think. As you breathe out, the misty cloud escaping your mouth becomes lost in the Russian atmosphere. You and your Captain are crouched on the edge of a mountain, deep in Russian territory, you taking a swig of water from your flask whilst the Captain smokes his fifth cigarette of the day. "Break's over Blue." said the Captain, hoarsely in his thick Glaswegian accent. "Copy Cap" You reply You get up slowly, assess your surroundings. The new blue and white camo sniper rifle dangling near you on your left. To your right is your Captain, frost and ice covered his beard, mouth taking one last drag of a cigarette before tossing it into the space below. The both of you slowly shimmy your way off the edge and start climbing the side of the mountain with your ice axes and snow grip shoes. One wrong move or if the ice breaks - you're dead. Looking above and see the Captain has nearly disappeared, the snow and wind has mostly covered him, but you can hear the noise of his axe and grips as they slice into the ice beneath him. You follow through, carefully and slowly. "Still with me Blue?" Captain asks over the radio "Yes sir, just on your six" You reply back

You've nearly made it to the top until a Russian jet soars way above making you slip when the ice gives on your left foot, the ice and rock crumble from the jets low swing by. The ice axe breaks off from where you firmly picked it in, causing you to slip further. "BLUE!" Captain yells over the radio Looking above you see the shadow of a man peering down at you. Your body slides against the ice, you struggle to gain grip with your shoes whilst trying to pick back in the ice with your axe. Finally, the axe sticks and your find your footing and resume the journey back to the top. the seconds count

"Blue, do you copy!?" "Yes sir, I copy" You panted "Think the Russians are onto us eh Cap? You add squeezing out a laugh A slight chuckle mixed with relief is heard on the radio "No, think they're out testing their new toys" He says gazing at the skies, on the lookout for more jets "Keeps them distracted from us then" You say smirkingly You hear the Captain give out a sign of agreement "Those bastards won't even know what'll hit 'em" the Captain rejoices

The door of the infirmary opened wide and abruptly.

Captain Price walked in and saw you laying on the ground eyes closed shut. Headphones in.

Not aware of your surroundings.

He goes over to you, standing about an inch away from your head casting a shadow over.

You could sense the shadow, even with your eyes closed, eyes wide open, you swiftly swing round and get up. Taking your AirPods out and tucking your phone away in your back pocket.

"My apologies sir" You blurt out

"Corporal" He sighs, head shaking as he looks down and then around the infirmary "Listen.." he starts staring at you with eyes mixed with pity and sadness

Here we go. You brace yourself

"You've had shit month, and I mean shit show of a a couple of months" he continues, his hands placed onto his hips as he walks to the left of you, gazing at the sky through the murky window, one that had turned orange and pink. A beautiful sunset indeed.

"I haven't told anyone about your time here over decade ago. Christ, it's weird seeing you kids grow older" He says looking over at you. You give a weak forced smile.

"Your history is yours to tell." Prices continues "But Ghost knows your name, but he's assured me that he won't tell anyone" Prices says now staring back out into the window.

"How did he know in the first place" you interject

"That's classified" Price quirks back

You run your tongue against your teeth making a sucking sound as you inhale as well.

Classified. Of course.

"Listen, I just received word that your licence has not been revoked and you are still a doctor" Price chuffs "Leavin' the good news till the end of course" he said giving another chuckle

Those words envelope you like the warmth of a sun beam. You are still a doctor. The past several years have not gone to waste. You are still able to practise medicine (do a surgery maybe...) and not have to bow down some old male military doctor who butcherly puts the soldiers together. With glue... flesh and infected... gross

"I've go' your room key" that familiar coarse voice sounded from the left of you

The Ghost. There he was again. Standing in the doorway, staring at you again

"Ah Ghost" Price exclaimed, "Perfect timing" he added whilst moving away from the window and into the

You couldn't help notice a glance Ghost gave at Price and then a smug look back at you (even though you could only see his eyes, you could tell how they show more expression than any other part of the face...)

He walks towards, his tall stature making the room feel smaller. You instinctively straighten up. Planted your feet on the ground. Anchoring.

Showing him, and of course Price, that you mean business. It's time to reignite the person you were all those years ago.

They didn't call you Blue for nothing... ;)

He holds out his left hand, a brass key attached to navy tag with the embossed gold cross partially worn off. You hold out your right hand to receive the key.

"Doctor's quarters" he says leaning in towards you, placing the keys against your palm, his gloved hand lingering for far too long on yours - ungloved.

Of course he would've been eavesdropping when Price was talking to you.

You return a mischievous stare at him, pursing your lips as you take in this unknown person. Who are you behind that skull. Both the mask and the bone.

You take the keys and grab your pack and duffle.

"Thank you all, I shall be turning in. It's been a long day" You say, hoping they will be your final words for the day. You move past Ghost, who shifts his weight from one foot to the other.

You say your final goodbyes and make your way to ~your quarters~.

When you open the door you notice the room is a lot nicer and more orderly. The boots are swiftly taken off, and placed on the floor on the end of the bed.

You notice fresh warm towels on the edge of the bed. You quickly glance to another door in the room and rush towards it.

The ensuite bathroom is a glorious sight to see even though it was minimal, it beat the communal shower blocks a millions times over.

No communal showers ever

Reaching for the pin that held together your hair, you tug at it and the bun unravels into a slick braid held at the end by a tiny clear elastic band. Taking the braid a part, running your nails into the scalp for slight massage and to stimulate the follicles. The pin and the elastic placed on the bedside table.

After a quick unpack and a lovely shower, you change into your oversized t-shirt, walking back to the room, you see through the window the sky now dark, and as your eyes focus, you can see a star or two up in the night sky.

You pull the blinds close and sink yourself down in the bed. It wasn't much. Your feet sore and throbbing after a few weeks of getting back into shape and breaking in new boots is always a right of passage...

Back with the 141 eh. Well, their doctor. But you knew the challenges they face daily and they'll need the help.

Price was right, last few months were a shit show. Your career and livelihood hanging on a thread. But that is all over now. You can focus on this new path.

This was all that you needed. You are always grateful that your feet aren't freezing like they were back in the mountains of Siberia.

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tipsfromanna · 6 days ago

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oitommothetease · 1 year ago

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The Arrangement (3)

Pairing: Carol Danvers x Female reader (Modern AU)

Word Count: 1.2k words

Warning: mob au, Carol is lowkey dark, more like soft dark

It wasn't technically hard to find you or everything about you. In fact, it was quite easy. After two phone calls, Carol knew it all—from your favorite restaurant to your favorite Pringles flavor. Well, the latter took more than a few phone calls, but surely, you wouldn't know that she had men tailing you wherever you went.

There was also another thing among the list of things you didn't know, Carol paid a visit to your ex-boss - the one that fired you—for a conversation and with a price that made him call you back and hire you.

And when you received a call from your old boss to rehire you, you were more than surprised—somewhat shocked even. It was so unlikely that it made you doubt it, but then you shrugged it off as your good luck and happily accepted your source of income back. There was also a raise in your salary—not enough that it would seem suspicious, but enough that it seemed odd. When you questioned it, your superior brushed it off as an apology and said everyone was getting a raise. So again, you overlooked these things and by the next Monday, you were back at the school.

Going back to work was just about the same, but you started having this weird feeling that someone was around you—following you. You felt the same way when you packed your stuff from the classroom and now as you reached your apartment. Initially, you assumed it was a kid playing pranks or a parent waiting around to talk to you, but the feeling still retained after almost a week. You weren't confrontational at all. And even if you were, you wouldn’t dare to think anything of this paranoia because it has been just that—you were being paranoid. It was not real.

As you made your way towards work the next day, you noticed a car—a very familiar one. Instantly, you remembered it from that night—you recalled how Carol whispered dirty thoughts in your ear as her hands explored your body in that same car. The mere thought of that night was enough to run a shiver down your spine and instinctively, you clenched your thighs together as the memories of that night came rushing back.

It couldn't be her. Why would she even come back? The only logical reason for why she would return was to end you. You knew something about her identity that would jeopardize her freedom. So if she were back, it would have to be to kill you. You immediately shoved that thought aside, ignoring the fear that was blooming in your stomach now. Tons of people have that sort of car, you reasoned.

You collected yourself and made your way inside the school. The rest of the day went by as usual. And when the day ended, you plugged your AirPods in and started collecting your stuff—packing for the day. Placing your laptop in the bag, the answer sheets you needed to mark were safely put in your drawer when you felt hands around your waist. Before you could react, The person pulled your body closer to theirs as they peppered your neck with kisses.

“God, baby. I missed you,” the person, Carol—you could recognize her voice anywhere—murmured as her mouth made its way towards your jaw, showering more kisses there.

“Carol,” you took hold of her hands as you tried to pry her away from you and once that happened, you turned to look at her. She looked the same—it was dumb to think about because it had only been a few weeks since you last saw her. People don't change drastically in a short period. But you noticed that under the light of the sun, she was more gorgeous during the day. “What are you doing here?” you inquired, looking around for people like you were a high schooler meeting somebody you weren't supposed to be with.

You gasped in surprise when she ignored your pondering and landed her mouth on yours, taking the opportunity to invade your mouth with her tongue while her fingers started unbuttoning your blouse. This time, you shoved her off not so gently, “What the fuck are you doing here? This is my workplace,” you raised your hand in an exasperated manner, “There are children out there for god's sake.”

Your temper did not seem to rub off on her as she smiled slyly and took your hands in her as she suggested, “Tonight, then? My place.”

“No.”

“No?” She looked taken aback, letting go of your hands as if she finally understood and took the hint. But the look on her face stung you. It made you feel like shit for disappointing her. You remembered how proud she looked when you did as she pleased, and it made you feel really good, so to see her disappointed in your answer—in you—had you leaning towards her and apologizing.

“I’m sorry. I just have a lot going on,” you explained, “I don't even have my own roof over my head and I just got my job back and money is tight-”

“I will pay you.”

“What?” you scoffed, offended by the suggestion.

“I can pay for you,” she insinuated each word slowly, and before you could open your mouth to reject or argue, she spoke again. “It won’t be like a debt and you can return the favor in a different form.”

You folded your arm around your chest, “And what form would that be?"

“ Well," she suggested, "Think of it as a mutually beneficial arrangement. You live with me in my house and enjoy the luxuries and easier life with no struggle for money. And I—well, I get you.”

“Does this mutually beneficial arrangement of yours,” you queried, quoting the term in the air. “Gives me the liberty to say no.”

Carol looked at you with a clear offense on her face. She wasn't going to force you. It was true that she wanted you in more ways than she could comprehend, but she desired you to want her—beg for her—cum for her and eventually, fall for her. And all she needed to do to get you to play by her rules was a little persuasion, and she only intended to do that. “Of course, angel. Everything that happens between us will be consensual.”

At your hesitation, Carol spoke again. “I can get it documented that would protect us and we can sign it. That would make you feel sure and safe. And you can end it anytime you want. No strings attached.” She looked at you expectantly, waiting—and when you didn't speak she added, “Do we have an arrangement?”

You were hesitant and scared. You liked to think that you had some sort of control over your life, and you wouldn't give things like money more importance than your values. But on the other hand, her offer did seem tempting—you wouldn't have to sleep on your friend’s sofa anymore and in your head, you were winning both ways because you would get all the fancy stuff you've always wanted- and mostly you would get Carol. You didn’t know what her offer encompassed of, but you would be lying to yourself, if you said you weren’t intrigued by it. So, without thinking further, you nodded, “Yes, we do.”

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TAGS: @bubblespeare @bananapipedreams @step-intoyour-power

#carol danvers fic #carol danvers fanfic #carol danvers x reader #carol danvers series #carol danvers x you #carol danvers x y/n #carol danvers x female reader

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rodolfoparras · 10 months ago

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i can’t tell who half the anons are cause my phone is too old, they’re just lil blank squares for me 😭 + i worked as a counselor at a summer camp this summer (welding jobs suck ass in the summer so i was swimming with a bunch of lil shits instead) and my phone was older than half the kids there. idek i’m done with my random rant :p

-🦝

If you ever see me say some emoji is cute or cool it’s probably an animal the most recent one was a blue jellyfish it has like an electric light blue color to it!

Also I absolutely love the so I was swimming with a bunch of little shits instead part I’m seeing like Price along with 141 being forced to attend some career day or whatever at a kids camp or school and when someone asks where they’ve been they say that they’ve been teaching these little shits things

Also I totally get what you mean why do kids these days have such modern technology when I was doing an apprenticeship for uni? I guess that’s the word the whole group had iPhones some had AirPods and all of them had those wrist watches that take phone calls??3?4

#alec answers #🦝 anon

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tomatosoupgroup · 6 months ago

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hellOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO tomato suop tasters

we are BACK

with ANOTHER

SCREEN

SHOT

SATURDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and BOY do i have a lot for you this week! speaking of...

REJOICE

MUSIC

LEND THINE EARS

(reminder. i. i am plaguetech. i made these. ME.)

ok so as you can see, these two are VERY unfinished. Counter Care's mixing is all funky and Corporate Serenade just kinda cuts out. but i thought i would post what i have here because that's just how i roll lol

you may be wondering, where are these meant to play? these don't seem very y2k.....

i want these to play in some kind of shopping center-like environment. like a place where you can buy items or smth

i based these songs off of the kmart muzak tapes that were released. if you're curious, look up "Attention Kmart Shoppers"

also kmart still existed in 2004 so HAH FUCK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU >:]

(just kiddin ily all)

fun fact: i was able to get all this music work done for one reason and one reason only: i bought a shitty pair of headphones off ebay

yep.

for clarification, i'm neurodivergent as FUCK. i cannot work without a video or music on in the background.

but how can i listen to music WHILE making music!!!! quite the conundrum!!!!!

a conundrum that i SOLVED

HAH

Step 1: Put in Airpods.

Step 2: Put Shitty Headphones on your ears (over the airpods.)

Step 3: thas it broooooooooooo

now i can listen to music AND make music AT THE SAME TIME! DOUBLE THE POWER FOR ONLY HALF THE PRICE

alright that's gonna be it for tonight. i'm tired as FUCK vro

although admittedly there isn't a lot here, i still think this is a great update. even i think these tracks are kinda fire

ily all!

-Callie

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spearkelectronick · 9 months ago

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"Speaker Price in Bangladesh 2024: Your Guide to the Latest Audio Deals"

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mueritos · 2 years ago

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first, thank you for being you! dysphoria has been hard lately and seeing how far you've come gives me hope for the future. second, wanted to ask what headphones you use? i get overstimulated in crowded spaces often and thought you might have good recommendations. sending trans love and well wishes <3

hehe of course! I have skullcandy over the ear headphones, and they work pretty well to dull noise around me. I'm usually playing music loudly and I can hear basically no one with them on. I also get overstimulated in crowded spaces but I'll admit I usually just face tank it instead of using my headphones, but I think these are pretty good for their price! I've heard the new airpods are also very good at noise canceling, but I personally prefer over the ear headphones because I like to feel cushioned hehe. sending u trans love as well!!

#muertoresponds

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hayleylwong · 1 year ago

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materialism <3 (unironic)

1. fenty lip gloss in the color fu$$y i lost it winter quarter and i was so sad.

2. my airpods. i lost them at the same time as my lip gloss. i only managed to have them for like three months. sorry mom and dad

3. rom&nd glasting melting balm in color 1 2 4 or 6 i bought color 2 last quarter and lost it the same day. i was so sad. lol the same day i lost everything else

4. my cream color cardigan i lost fall quarter. do you see a pattern lol. it was so cute and cropped w balloon sleeves but it didnt have the thing where the sleeves have like a weird cuff. and it was drapey in a good way.

5. pretty gold thin jewelry. i have been wearing the same necklace every day since junior yr hs. i should change it up. i should start wearing rings. i should get more earrings since i keep losing them. lmao i didnt even mean to list another lost item

6. the pink gucci flora gorgeous gardenia perfume im running out of my mini size one but it smells so yummy imo i want more

7. a private room. why are there so many people here everywhere. how is it 4am and i cannot have the lounge to myself. i need to decompress.

8. glow recipe toner. i got a sample of it two months ago but i am out now. it was nice but it is so expensive. and i need new toner.

9. aritzia jeans oohhh i tried them on before looking at the price tag and i had to put them back after. but they were so nice they fit so well.

10. white or black or grey cargo pants. last week i had to pee really bad and i broke the zipper of my old ones taking them off. lmaoo it was hella embarrassing idk why im saying this here. but does anyone rly read these? anyways idc now i need new ones.

okie bye <3 this one was fun to make i am fr a material girl

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frozaru · 2 years ago

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Review: Soundcore VR P10

Greetings everyone! Here I'll be giving my honest thoughts on what I'd consider quite unique earbuds - the VR P10 from Soundcore. They're catered for gaming and have verified functionality with VR headsets such as Oculus Quest 2. Peak your interest? These can be found priced at £99/$99 via Soundcore's official website + Amazon directly, or in-person stores if you live in USA. Let's get started!

📦Unboxing Experience:

Pretty clean packaging imo with it's appealing design in addition to convinience. They also come with a decent amount of silicone ear tips which will suit many ears big or small (medium worked for me). Simply looked and felt premium all around, which gives me a great first impression. Good job so far!

🔎Appearence [next to Soundcore Life A2]/Comfort:

Though I'm not a fan of this "Airpod stem" trend, these make an exception for me with nice silver details, signature logo finish + 3 customisable lighting modes (breathing, lights on and battery saving/lights off respectively). Those lights can indicate helpful stuff such as solid purple for on/fully charged, blue for pairing or flashing red when very low. Case looks great with a shape akin of stones...can I say it's included dongle is pretty neat too? Okay ty! Moving on, ear tips themselves also felt comfortable enough with only fatigue after some hours which was usually when both buds were low anyway. Speaking of...

🔋Battery/Connectivity:

You'll be glad knowing that these earbuds have USB-C featured both on case for charging and a connector on the dongle. Also expect about 5/6 hours on buds (in 'battery saving mode') with an average 24 hours of battery life after giving them a full juice up. This is enough to get through 4 or more gaming sessions in my experience! In terms of speed, 10 minutes shall grant approx 1 hour of battery life for those clutch on-the-go moments.

Facts regarding this dongle btw...it's incredibly versatile featuring multi-platform support for PC, PlayStation, mobile and even Switch with lag-free playback. What's more, it allows Bluetooth audio from phone + received audio SIMULTANEOUSLY with Game and Talk (something I haven't come across before in other true wireless earbuds)! They can also be further compatible for Switch in docked mode or older devices with a USB to USB-C adapter (here's my recommendation). I've found the feature pretty useful for communicating on Discord or taking a phone call without much compromise.

🎵Sound Quality/App Features

From my experience of "default" aka Soundcore's signature (no super hearing or Bassup), it seemed clear with bass which gladly dosen't drown out the mids and highs. Highs may sound weaker but that's kind of justified as these are geared for subtle audio like footsteps or gunfire rather than instruments like violins and pianos. BUT as we get into Souncore's feature rich app, there's so many settings to tweak and fit your personal taste!

You've got a plethora of equaliser options + the ability to create custom ones as standard with their app. Acoustic (my fav as it brings everything up a notch), Electronic, Pop, you name it. Mentioned earlier is bassup which allows bringing in more for a stronger punch which bassheads may enjoy and super hearing that will make subtle noises more audible, perfect for a competitive edge.

Speaking of tastes, let's talk colours with 5 options being light purple, red, pink, blue or Violet. Heads up that lighting will effect battery life to varying degrees. Have multiple dongles? Great news as which ones in use can be selected directly from app! Very useful if you're someone who has a busy life (on the flip side though, Soundcore hasn't made things clear rn regarding where more can be purchased).

💭Are these worth the purchase? If you're looking for something with striking design, good sound for gaming in a small package and flexibility with software and hardware, absolutely Imo! Although I would personally like to maybe see slightly improved battery if Soundcore ever comes back to this concept in future. That's it for this review, tysm for getting here! Oh, and if you'd like to help me create better content or maybe obtain better equipment by donations, I've recently created a Ko-fi! It's completely optional but if you do, I'll be really grateful. Take care and live a good life!

🎴My Carrd

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thoughtsandbones · 2 years ago

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All wounds take time to heal

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!MedicDoc ( codename: Blue)

WARNINGS: Mention of war, angst, mental health mention, drug mention, fluff, just getting the POV of our friendly neighbourhood masked menace.

Song inspo: Nothing Matters - The Last Dinner Party and labour - Paris Paloma

I grew up with the OG MW2 game, so there are some references to the old one, so kind of a mix of both the OG and the new timeline... (Also I'm ignoring the OG Shepherd betrayal and keeping in line the one with the new timeline..)

spelling and some grammar mistakes as I am bad at times... :/

(FYI: bold sentences... that are like this... are supposed to describe redacted data/info to the plot... ;] .. )

Please do let me know how you all are finding this fanfic!c :D

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3 and PART 4

Part 5

As soon as the second hand on the old analog clock passed 12, the alarm ran signalling it was 5:30am

You awaken and slammed your hand on the button to stop the beeping that interrupted your sleep.

Slowly your eyes open. You groan aloud and stretching your body across the bed. The sun was making its debut again.

Getting out of bed, taking a swig of water from your flask, the one that has been with you for years, you walk to the bathroom and splash water on your face to waken yourself up even more.

After brushing your teeth in the comfort of your own bathroom, you head over to the clothes you took out from your duffle that are in the cupboard. Picking out a simple black top and running leggings, putting them on.

Stretching your body and warming up the muscles ready for a morning run.

I hate running you thought as you tied the laces on your running shoes, but you realise you have to do it anyway. You had to get your strength up...

A secret you kept close to yourself kept playing in the back of your mind. You wished you were a part of the team. You longed to be on missions, you longed to make a difference. You didn't just want to fix broken soldiers. You wanted to be out there, helping them. Making the world a little less dirty.

Grabbing your phone and AirPods you head out your room, locking the door and head down the corridor. Passing the infirmary you take a quick look in there.

So much stuff to do in there you think as you observe the bleakness that remained unchanged.

Heading outside you see the sun rising in the east. Placing your headphones in, and tapping on your running playlist you begin a slow jog around the perimeter of base. Observing everything, what has changed - a lot- and what has not changed - the aircraft hanger is still has that dent when a helo crashed into it years ago.

How has it been nearly 12 years you think to yourself as you start to quicken your pace.

After 20 minutes you feel tired. Legs feeling like lead, you drag them back to your room.

Checking the clock it was nearly 6:30am. Taking off the shoes and running clothes you hop in the shower. Letting the warm water hit your body, soaking your hair as you bask in the privacy of this small shower.

After getting changed into your green combat trousers and black baggy top, you find your sweater and head to the mess hall, your long hair still lose and damp from the shower.

When you entered the mess hall, it was busy. All military personnel were all up and ready for breakfast. Most of them had finished their breakfasts and where talking to each other, already in the designated groups.

You search the mess hall for any familiar faces, mainly trying to see Soap or Price. But trying to avoid the masked menace, Ghost.

Grabbing breakfast, you find a seat and started picking at the food on your plate. Went for a standard english breakfast, minus the black pudding and tomatoes and, of course, PG tips tea.

Enjoying the solitude of eating your breakfast, you begin to think of the tasks that had to be done with that infirmary. Pulling out the phone, you begin typing a list of to dos on the Notes app.

"Good morning!" Someone said brightly

You look up and see Soap holding his plate on a tray and places it on the same table but opposite you and sits down.

"Good morning" you respond, tucking your phone away back in your pocket and picked up your fork to eat a piece of bacon.

"How are you?" Soap asks, grinning whilst he cut up his bacon and sausages.

"Good, yourself?" You say as you try and swallow the forming of the lump in your throat.

"Not bad, not bad" Soap replies

You can feel the tension and awkwardness looming. Then you realise he probably doesn't know your name, or much about you. Your unsure whether or not to tell him these details.

"Enjoying your breakfast?" Soap asks, breaking the silence and the thoughts running in your head

"Er, yeah it's pretty good" You respond.

"Good" Soap says, smiling at you and then continues to eat.

After taking a sip of tea, you feel like maybe it is time, Price didn't say anything about not telling them your name or other details...

Take a leap of faith you think

"I'm Hari" You say finally

Soap looks up and smiles, and then extends his right arm for another handshake. You accept and shake his hand.

"Nice to meet yer Hari" Soap says

"Nice to meet you too"

"Price says you are our new doctor" Soap chirped

"Yeah.. ermm I guess I am" You say slowly

The malpractice issue... Does Soap know?

"You guess? Where did you go to medical school?" Soap asks

"Er, UCL in London" You respond

"Ah very nice" Soap says

You take another sip of tea. But kept the mug in front of your lips.

He does have a lot of questions you ponder, gazing at his face and his body as he continues to cut and eat his breakfast. You stare particularly longer at his mohawk. You divert your eyes from him back to plate before he realises you've been staring.

The chatter in the mess hall dies down as the personnel flock towards their duties.

"You training with us today or you doing something else?" Soap asks, breaking the silence yet again

"Need to sort out the infirmary and talk to Price about" You say "He said it was in a somewhat good state, but it's barren" you add

Soap chews on his food and nods, chuckling.

"Yer, the lads have kind of stripped it of it's supplies since the old Doc left" Soap says

"Even when the door was locked?" You question him, remembering the key Ghost had in his pocket

"Well, we only just locked it before you turned up" Soap admitted

Rolling your eyes, you let out a sigh taking another sip of tea.

"So.." Soap begins and then takes a sip of his coffee.

Another questions looms you think

"Price told us about a malpractice issue you had..." Soap says, diverting his eyes from yours.

You smirk again of course he'd know

"Yeah, I killed a man" You said bluntly.

Soap's expression changed to disbelief and shock and shifts slightly back at your blunt admission

"With this thumb" You add letting out laugh as you give him a thumbs up

Soap laughs nervously, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Don't know if I can tell anyone, but it is minor" you say, trying to reassure Soap, giving him a gentle smile.

"Aye... did yer kill anyone?" He says curiously

"No, of course not" you say.

Soap nods and continues to finish his food.

You take the last sip of tea, prepare to leave. As you get up and take your dishes, Soap does the same. Both of you heading to the racks trolleys where the mass of plates once full of food lay. You add yours to the growing stack and Soap does the same.

"I'll see yer later" Soap says giving you a light tap on your back. You give him a nod and a small smile.

Heading to the bathroom, you wash your hands and stare at yourself in the mirror. You chuckle to yourself as you remember the look on Soap's face.

Heading to the infirmary, you find Price and Ghost in there, both of them wearing military fatigues, only Ghost's were all black and he wore a jacket. Talking to one another and looking around the drawers.

"Good morning" Price says as you walk in

"Morning Captain" you say nodding to Price "Morning Lieutenant" nodding to Ghost

"Mornin'" he replies, giving you a slight nod as well, arms crossed over his chest.

"Infirmary is a bit of tip" Price says

"It's non-existent at the moment Captain" You say quickly "Soap told me about fellow soldiers coming in and taking what they wanted"

Price chuckles and sighs

"Yes, that was considered normal under Doctor Allen" Price explained "We've got the names of the suppliers and there's a new desk, chair and med bed coming later this afternoon. I'll leave the ordering of supplies to you" Price said

"Excellent" You say, heading over to the old rusty med bed. It was similar to the ones in the hospital you previously worked at.

"Ghost here will give you a hand with anything you need" Price resumed.

"I should be fine, I have my laptop with me so I can order supplies. Just let me know the time they will arrive"

"You sure?" Price asks

"I'm sure, cleaning supplies still down in the west corridor?" You say

Price smiles and looks at Ghost, Ghost still looking at you, he unfolds his arms and walks over to you.

"Don' min' helpin' you" Ghost says, staring at you "I'll get the cleanin' equipment" he says walking off to the door

"Thanks Lieutenant" You say watching him leave.

"Ru-" Price begins but then stops himself when he notices your eyes widen "Sorry, Hari, you alright" Price says

"Yes sir" you reply "Just getting used to being back here"

"You seem rigid" Price says coming towards you

"Just getting used to being back here again" you say, looking out of the window and gazing at the clear blue sky.

"Bad memories?" Price asks

"No, just..." you begin, you look down at your nails and start scratching your nails with your thumb, it was a bad habit you had since you were a teen. Price took note, he recognised this habit from those years ago. Back when you were just a smiley young adult beginning your military career.

"The Captain" Price says, as though he could read your mind

You look up, pursing your lips and then look back out of the window.

"It feels weird being here and him not being here" you say, the lump in your throat stats to form. Globus sensation.

"I know, a lot of good soldiers die..." Price begins edging towards you

"But you can't let that stop you from carrying on with the task at hand" you resume for him. Turning your head to face Price, who smiled and gave you a pat on the shoulder, a misty glaze took over his eyes. He turned away and raised his hand to his face covering his eyes, as though he was trying to hold back a tear.

"I shall leave you to it then" Price said, clearing his throat and collecting himself.

It was a saying The Captain would always say when a mission or training went sideways. It was one of the last things he said to you in Siberia.

<CUE FLASHBACK> Siberia, Russia, October 12 2010 Day 3- "Blue, check your heartbeat sensor" Captain said over the radio Both of you had reached the outskirts of the base, the snow storm picking up, you adjusted up your white morf and your eye goggles, protecting your face from the harsh elements. You hold your sniper rifle up, and open up the heartbeat sensor "Checking sir" you reply over the radio "The blue dots are us, enemies will show up as white dots" you hear the Captain say. "Copy Cap" you say "Going high" you say over the radio as you spot a perfect ridge overlooking the base and signal to the Captain, he nods his head and follows. "This storm is perfect timing" The Captain says "We will be ghosts entering this base" The Captain joins you in the ridge overlooking the base. You are lying down, focusing your right eye in the scope of the sniper, eye goggles up on your forehead. "Two tangos north of us" you say "Copy Blue" The Captain says "Your target" he said, looking through his own scope. Through the scope you see the two tangos, talking and facing each other. One them just moved just in front of the other. You took your shot. Collateral shot. "Good shot Blue" Captain said, "Let's go and head to the base and get the Fire disk" <END OF FLASHBACK>

In the infirmary, you took apart the old rusted med bed. It was simple and easy for you. As you flipped the mattress off, you noticed on the other side dried blood had stained it.

"Ergh. Gross" you say tossing the mattress near the door with your boot.

As Ghost walked through he nearly tripped over the mattress that had been flung near the doorway. You turned facing him, eyes widened.

"Sorry lieutenant" You said, picking up the mattress.

"S alrigh'" Ghost said, helping you with the mattress and placing it outside the infirmary.

"Got the supplies" he said, holding a bucket with sprays and cloths up towards you. You take the bucket

"Thank you sir" You say and head over to the cupboard and start doused the cabinets and draws with disinfectant.

Ghost moved over to you and grabbed a cloth from the bucket and started cleaning up where you sprayed the disinfectant. He watched from the corner of his eyes as you grabbed a cloth and then started working on the drawers nearer to the window. He couldn't help notice how long your hair had gotten, which was tied in a low ponytail, the ends curling slightly.

In the corner of your eye, you see Ghost move near you. You think to yourself that maybe you should actually engage in conversation with him. Get to know him. And the team.

"How long have you been with the 141?" You ask, turning to Ghost and giving him a smile as you set the disinfectant bottle next to the bucket and return to the drawers

"Few years" Ghost said, not being completely honest.

"Nice, are you SAS?" you ask

"Yeah" he responded, moving over towards the bottle, grabbing it and spraying the drawers next to you.

Maybe this is the chance he thought to himself

He had been going over the exact method of how he was going to tell you who he really was last night and this morning. He watched you clean the drawers, stood on one knee, paying attention to the handles and the insides. You remained stoic. That look of concentration taken ahold of your face. He remembered that face you made in the photo with The Captain. His chest sent another 'ping' through his upper body.

Feeling the glare of Ghost you look up at him, and furrowed your brows. He diverted his gaze and went back to cleaning the drawers.

"You alright?" you asked

"All good" he said

Do it now, like plaster, rip it off he thought to himself

"Listen-" he began to turn his body towards you

"Lt! There you are!" Soap shouted as he entered the infirmary

Both you and Ghost turned around, and saw Soap coming in with a mop and bucket.

Fucking hell Johnny Ghost thought.

"Price told me to get yer this Hari" Soap said, smiling at you

Hari? Is that the name you're using Ghost thought as he looked at you, remaining stoic as you got up and went to get the mop.

"Cheers Soap" you say "Gonna add a bit of yourself in there?" you say jokingly pointing to the bucket.

Ghost was taken aback. Since when did you get so friendly with him?

"Want to see me get soaked eh?" Soap says winking at you and grinning.

"No..." you say, squinting your eyes "'Cos' of your codename... Soap" you said. Hoping he'd get the pun

"Aye" Soap said chuckling realising the pun

"It was quite punny" you said turning towards Ghost smiling, who seemingly remained unmoved by the joke whilst Soap let out a roar of laughter.

Ghost sighed and turned back to the counter and resumed cleaning, whilst Soap continued to talk to you. Of course you'd gravitate towards him.

"Never mind Lt Hari, he takes a while to warm up to new people" Soap said slamming his hand on your right shoulder. The sudden pressure made you jolt. The pain crept up from clavicle down to your entire right arm.

"Shit, you alright?" Soap exclaimed

Ghost swiftly turned around and saw you rubbing your right shoulder, and Soap reaching for your hand. A sick feeling settled in his stomach.

"Yeah all good, sore shoulder from an arm workout" you lied

You moved away, your hand slipping from Soap's, and turned to walk to the bathroom near were the old med bed was and locked the door.

"What happened" Ghost asked looking at Soap narrowing his eyes at him

"Just patted her shoulder Lt" Soap explained

Ghost took in a deep breathe and then resumed the cleaning.

"Let's get back to cleaning" Ghost said "Don't forget to add actual soap into the bucket" he added pointing towards the other bucket on the counter.

Soap let out a small laugh and headed to the bucket in the counter to grab the soap.

In the bathroom, you look at yourself in the mirror. You take your sweater and top off and look at the scar on the top of your shoulder, it curved over shoulder, front and back. After all these years, all of a sudden, the pain felt the same as the moment you got shot in Siberia.

On the other side of the door, Ghost continued to clean away the grime and gunk surrounding the drawers. He didn't mind helping, the infirmary was a right tip after Doctor Allen left. He decided for now he wouldn't tell you who he was. He couldn't... not just yet. Letting you think he was just a ghost.

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