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wrioluvr · 9 months ago

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subby vampire x dom male reader

sorry for being inactive yall teehee just thought about this cute little idea and had to write it... also no sex just a little spicy lmk if yall want to see more of this guy 🤭

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you did not expect it to rain during your forest hike today. anticipation to dive into the lush green unknown was quickly turned into a wet mess as your scrambled to find shelter, unsure of where you were even going as the gps signal got weaker deeper into the forest you ventured. much to your surprise, you soon came upon a quaint winding road. following it lead to an ancient-looking manor straight out of the victorian era. despite your brain recounting that this was how every horror movie started, you were desperate to be out of the cold, and soon rushed to the grand door to seek warmth. luckily, someone answered the door. a tall, lanky, ghost of a man, who quickly invited you in and fretted over the prospect of you catching a cold. he was a little odd, speaking in such a proper, olden manner, but he was lovely.

despite your initial protests of overstaying your welcome, he managed to convince you to stay for a week. he invited you to join him for dinner everyday, and it was through these meals that you found out quite a lot about him. one, his name was kliff (you swore his face turned red when you said he had a handsome name), and that he was a vampire who was at least a hundred years old (he stopped counting after the 120th year). the way he revealed it was kind of adorable, he was so reluctant at first.

"sooooo, kliff. you're a vampire, right?"

"goodness, whatever gave you that idea? i most certainly am not." his face said otherwise as his eyes darted everywhere around the room but your gaze, and the tip of his ears turned red.

"and you're gay, right?"

"now THAT is an accusation!" he replied indignantly, now fully flustered. "i, a dignified gentleman, would never engage in such sinful acts."

"but i saw you peeking at me showering yesterday. pervert." you were having the time of your life teasing this poor fossil.

he stood up from the dinner table and paced around the room. "i did no such thing." he mumbled, face somehow steaming even more than you thought was humanly possible. wait, but he wasn't a human. nevermind.

you spent most of your week exploring his manor, poking around the various dusty bookshelves and artifacts of an era long bygone. if there was one thing you picked up from your exploration, it was that kliff was awfully lonely. and had been for a long time. he didn't seem to have had any romantic partners, probably due to his sexuality, nor any pets to keep him company. you could infer this from his clingy nature, he was constantly in the shadows observing you, blending in seamlessly using his powers. he thought he was being slick, but really, he was a rather clumsy vampire. whenever you caught him, he would always act oblivious, and give you a sheepish grin, before scurrying away. it was quite cute, really. another thing was the fact that he never asked to drink from you. "it is quite alright. i sustain myself well enough through other means." was all he said when you asked him about it. mysterious. almost like he didn't dare to taint your skin with his fangs. you decided not to tell him about the fact that you were aware he watched you when you were asleep in the guest room, sometimes even daring to climb into bed silently with you and bask in your presence. he was a lonely soul, you figured. you could let him be delusional for a bit. you would leave after this week, anyway.

but that week passed quick, and with each day, kliff seemed to grow even more on edge, getting nervous whenever he was around you but never daring to speak what was on his mind. brooding around the house, watching you silently as you attempted to grow something in his dying garden... oh it was bad for him. but this came all to a head on your last day, when you bid your goodbyes and were one foot out the door, and he suddenly gathered the courage to say something.

kliff threw himself at you in one final, desperate plea. "please... please don't go...." his tone was so pitiful, you stopped in your tracks and looked at the way he's grabbing your wrist so tightly. "i... i.... if i may, i have one final request."

"you want to drink from me? honestly, i'm surprised you didn't ask earlier."

"no, no... it's not that. it's the opposite, really. may i... may i humbly request that you..." he stops mid sentence and breaks eye contact to look at the ground, voice so soft you could barely hear him. "bite me instead..."

"i beg your pardon?"

"i would like for you to leave a mark on me. as a reminder of your presence." his tone is slightly more confident now as he meets your eyes, centuries-old desire rekindled and burning within them. he falters a bit as he notices your lack of response. "....please?" he mumbles pathetically.

oh, poor baby. he's wanted a man to love him all his life. luckily for him, you found his desperation cute. you drop your bag and take his hand in yours.

"want me to take the lead?" you squeeze his hand, and he nods shyly.

"i would like nothing more."

you gently, but firmly pin him to the nearest wall, the ancient manor creaking under the pressure. it's kind of poetic, kliff thinks, as he wilts under your touch, it sounds like my house is congratulating me. you start off by peppering fleeting kisses all across his neck, admiring the small noises of pleasure he made everytime your lips came into contact with his skin. the fleeting touches turned into harsher bites, as you nibbled at his delicate skin, so fragile and untouched. it was just like he fantasized, and he was in heaven. he gripped onto the wall for support as he gasped at the new sensation, writhing around as you marked him, but your strong hands on his waist kept him steadily in place, a feeling he quickly learnt to enjoy. all those years he spent in solitude seemed to culminate to this moment, he'd never felt more intimate with anyone in his life. you stepped back to look at your handiwork and he immediately collapsed into your arms, a dark purple hickey prominently showing on his neck. he stared up at you lovingly, unable to really form thoughts. "please don't go...." was all he could mutter as you slowly swayed him back and forth, soothing his cold, beating heart.

"guess i'll see you next week, hm?" he's never been happier to hear those words in his long life.

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#dom male reader #male reader #vampire x reader #vampire x male reader #monster x reader #monster x male reader #vampire x human #vampire imagine #kinda proud of this one ngl #wrioluvr: kliff

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slerixx · 4 months ago

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i. first meeting (wbk series)

synopsis. when two hearts first meet, it sets the stage for a beautiful connection. featuring. sakura haruka, suo hayato, kaji ren, umemiya hajime x f!reader content. fluff, sfw, first meetings (lemme know if i missed any) note. please bear with me on this one, it’s my first ever work in tumblr >.< word count. 3.1k+

series masterlist | ii. attraction

𓍢ִ໋ sakura haruka

it was a warm afternoon, and sakura was patrolling the town alongside suo and nirei. it was just a normal day when an old lady suddenly appeared in front of them, disrupting their usual routine.

“excuse me, but can you boys help me find my cat?” the three of them noticed that the elderly woman looked visibly shaken. she then pointed towards a small alleyway. “he ran that way, and i’m too old to run after him. please, can you help me?”

sakura glanced at suo and nirei, who both nodded in understanding. before leaving, he saw that nirei placed a comforting hand on the elder woman’s shoulder to assure her they would find the cat for her. without hesitation, sakura entered the narrow alley.

the alley was dimly lit, and the sounds of the town faded into the background, replaced by the soft rustling of leaves and distant meows.

“according to the old lady, the cat’s fur is white and has mismatched eyes,” suo informed him. “nirei stayed behind just in case the cat goes back. any plans?”

“i’ll follow this path while you check the other end,” sakura called out with a steady voice. of course, he was determined to find the cat. not that he would ever say it out loud.

with a single nod from suo, they both separated.

as sakura carefully made his way deeper into the alley, he spotted a small, trembling ball of white fur perched on a high ledge. it looked scared, and sakura suddenly felt something stir inside him. with careful footsteps so as not to scare the cat, he approached it slowly. but then his shoe made a sound when it stepped on a fallen dry leaf, and the cat’s mismatched eyes met his. just as sakura was about to reach for it, the cat suddenly bolted further down the alley, disappearing around a corner.

sakura grunted in frustration but still followed the cat with determination. he ran after it and turned the corner, only to be met with an unexpected sight.

there, standing in the middle of the alley, was you, holding the white cat in your arms. you looked up and were startled by his sudden appearance.

"oh, um, hi," you said, a bit flustered. "i found this little guy hiding here. is he yours?"

sakura blinked, momentarily taken aback by your presence. his face quickly turned red as he tried to cover his surprise with a frown. "wh-what the… wh-where the hell did you come from? and n-no! he's not mine. an old lady asked us to help find him.”

“is that so?” you smiled gently, seemingly unfazed by his brusque tone. "he seems really scared, though. poor thing."

sakura quickly glanced away before muttering, "y-yeah, well, thanks for catching him." for some unknown reason, he was unable to maintain eye contact.

you then introduced yourself, and sakura spluttered out a response before eventually introducing himself as well, “t-the name’s sakura. sakura haruka.”

after that, you both fell into a somewhat awkward silence. neither of you knew what to say. although you did a quick glance at sakura then the cat, suddenly recognizing a familiar similarity. without thinking, you blurted out, “you sure he’s not yours?”

“i told you he’s not mine!”

after that burst from sakura, he turned away to lead you to where the original owner was. as you walked back together, sakura was still sporting a fuming yet flustered face, with his shoulders raised as if he was embarrassed, and you could practically see steam coming out of his head. you laughed from behind, while still holding onto the small ball of white fur in your arms, which, thankfully, was already asleep.

when you finally arrived at the location, you returned the cat to its grateful owner, who was standing between a guy with yellow hair and a guy with an eyepatch. the old lady thanked you profusely, tears of gratitude in her eyes. "thank you so much! i don't know what i would have done without you furin boys, and you as well, dear," she said, her voice trembling with emotion.

sakura tried to hide his embarrassment with a nonchalant expression. "yeah, yeah, it was nothing," he mumbled, his face still slightly red. "just… don’t let it get away next time!"

you all then bid the older woman goodbye, and as you walked back, you were introduced to the other two guys who sported the same furin uniform as sakura. you also introduced yourself and told them about what happened.

as they resumed their patrol, sakura couldn't help but steal glances at you walking beside him. he tried to act indifferent, but his flustered demeanor gave him away. it was already late in the afternoon, and suo teased him to walk you back to where your home was. you, on the other hand, kindly rejected the offer, saying that you did not want to disrupt their patrol any longer. plus, you still had somewhere to go. as you turned in a different direction, you bid the three guys goodbye, particularly to sakura. “bye, sakura!”

sakura just nodded his head, and after making sure that you were out of sight, suo and nirei went beside him. suo, with a teasing glint in his eye, says, “what a sweet girl, huh?”

“you wanna fight!?”

𓍢ִ໋ suo hayato

it’s not every day that suo gets to meet unique people in his life. other than the guys from furin, no one else has ever piqued his interest.

not until today.

he was having tea at café pothos early in the morning. kotoha, who was behind the counter, would have questioned why he wasn’t accompanied by the other two but decided against it since it’s not really unusual for suo to be alone. there are times when suo actually visits the café and enjoys tea on his own, savoring the tranquility of these solitary moments.

there were a few people inside the café, but it wasn’t really a busy day. as suo sipped on his tea, eye closed, with the calming aroma and taste helping to ease his mind, he was able to sense the things happening around him: the constant jingling of the bells on the door whenever someone opened and closed it, kotoha’s voice calling out orders, and the soft chattering of people around him.

but he caught one particularly distressed voice inside the café, mumbling foreign words. not that he didn’t understand it. quite frankly, he was very familiar with the language.

he opened his eye to find the source of the voice and immediately spotted you, sitting two tables away. he noted that you were looking at the cafe’s menu with a troubled expression, your brow furrowed and lips moving as if rehearsing what to say. he slightly tilted his head and listened closely to what you were saying. once he confirmed the language, he set his cup of tea down on the plate. ever the gentleman, he stood up and made his way over to you.

“do you need any help?” he asked in the same language he had heard you speaking. it wasn’t perfect, but it was good enough to understand. plus, his voice was warm and reassuring.

you, on the other hand, looked up in surprise, relieved to hear someone speaking your native language. embarrassed by the sudden appearance of a guy (who was good-looking even with an eyepatch) in front of you, you ducked your head behind the menu, peeking out cautiously. in a combination of your native language and a bit of japanese, you said, “yes, please. i’ve only been here for a short time, but i still can’t get the hang of japanese.”

suo chuckled softly before explaining every food and beverage available on the menu, describing the dishes with a gentle, knowledgeable tone. he helped you pick out an order and, once confirmed, he turned towards kotoha, who was already looking at him with a raised brow and a smirk, and effortlessly translated the order for you.

you watched him as he spoke, admiring his calm and collected demeanor. once the order was placed, he turned back to you with a friendly smile.

"i’m suo hayato. nice to meet you."

feeling a bit more at ease, you introduced yourself. "thank you so much, suo. i didn’t expect to meet someone who could speak my language here."

suo nodded, still smiling. "no problem at all. i’m glad i could help. are you new in town?"

"sort of. i’ve been here for a few months, but it still feels new to me," you admitted, your voice tinged with a mix of frustration and determination.

suo nodded understandingly. "it can be tough adjusting to a new place, especially with the language barrier. if you ever need help, feel free to reach out."

you both decided to share a table once you received your order. the conversation flowed smoothly, with suo teaching you useful japanese phrases and you sharing your experiences in makochi and your decision to stay in japan to study. suo’s calm and friendly demeanor made the interaction enjoyable, and you felt grateful for the unexpected encounter. his genuine interest in your story and his patient explanations helped ease your anxieties.

eventually, it was time to part ways. suo mentioned that nirei had texted him to come to school for a meeting, while you had other errands to run. you exchanged contact information, promising to meet up again soon.

𓍢ִ໋ kaji ren

“yo, kaji! you comin’ with us?” enomoto called out from outside the classroom door. kaji, who was looking out the window, was tapped on the shoulder by kusumi. to avoid repeating what enomoto said, kusumi showed kaji what was written on his phone:

'let’s go visit a newly opened music store! it opened just 5 days ago.'

that's how the three of them ended up at the new store in the middle of town. although kaji was reluctant to go at first, he decided to tag along because he wanted to look for a specific album his favorite artist had released two days ago. he didn't want to miss the chance to find it, especially since it might be available in the new store.

the sound of music and the scent of new merchandise filled the air. while enomoto and kusumi chatted excitedly and explored the aisles, kaji wandered off on his own, adjusting his headphones over his head. he let his vice-captains explore while he searched for the album he had been eager to buy.

when he finally found the aisle where the album might be, he carefully scanned the shelves. after searching nonstop, he finally spotted it on the top shelf. there was only one copy left. he had expected this since the artist was pretty famous, so of course it would sell out quickly.

fortunately, kaji was able to find the last copy for the day, and with a barely contained gleam of excitement in his eyes, he reached out for it. however, he noticed another arm reaching for the same album. since he was taller and the album was on a high shelf, he grabbed it first.

he looked down and saw you standing there, your hand still outstretched. you were clearly reaching for the same album.

"oh, sorry about that," you said, lowering your arm and looking up at him. there was a bit of disappointment on your face, but you quickly wiped it off with a smile. “i guess you got to it first.”

kaji moved his headphones around his neck, barely catching what you said. he looked at you and noticed how your eyes focused on the album in his hand. twirling the lollipop in his mouth while thinking about what to do, he debated whether to call enomoto and kusumi over to help him out.

not knowing what to say, he just stared at you, so you sheepishly continued, “uh, i should go look for something else, then.”

his eyes followed you as you passed by him to go to another aisle, and he felt a bit embarrassed by the encounter. plus, he hadn't even uttered a word to you. after hesitating for a bit, he decided to follow you.

you, on the other hand, were a bit saddened that you couldn’t get the last copy of the album your friend wanted for her birthday. it was the only gift you could think of, remembering how she would talk to you about the artist and the new album.

with a heavy sigh, you looked through the shelves, hoping to find something else of interest to your friend. you were so focused that you didn’t notice kaji behind you. he tapped you on the shoulder to get your attention. you jumped a bit before turning around to see who it was. you were surprised to see the guy from earlier again. confused but still friendly, you asked, “can i help you?”

kaji noticed the genuine friendliness in your demeanor, and although it was out of character for him to give up something he really wanted, he couldn’t forget the slight disappointment on your face.

“here," he said, handing you the album. "you can have it."

“wait, what?” you blinked, genuinely surprised by the sudden act. "really?”

he shrugged, putting a new lollipop back in his mouth. "it's no big deal. i can get it another time."

“thank you so much!”

as you took the album from him, you introduced yourself with a big smile, and kaji introduced himself back. you started talking about the music store, and he found himself responding more than he usually did with people he just met. despite his quiet nature, you managed to make the conversation flow easily.

after a while, enomoto and kusumi eventually found him, and you gave them a polite nod after paying for the album at the counter. "well, it was nice meeting you, kaji. thanks again for the album!"

"yeah," he replied while nodding, watching as you walk away.

as he turned back to his vice-captains, enomoto grinned. "making new friends already, captain?"

"shut up, enomoto," kaji rolled his eyes, putting his headphones back over his head.

kusumi smiled and showed what was written on his phone:

‘come on, let's check out the rest of the store.’

kaji followed them, a lollipop in his mouth, as he thought about what other album he should check out.

𓍢ִ໋ umemiya hajime

"hajime-kun, thank you once again for helping me carry these boxes into the store!"

"no problem at all!" umemiya exclaimed, his face beaming with a big smile after placing the last box on top of the pile. "glad i could help ya!"

one of umemiya's regular weekend routines is to go into town and assist townspeople in need. today, he came across mr. (l/n), a kind old man who was struggling to move boxes from his truck into his plant shop, which he runs with his wife. umemiya is very familiar with the sweet couple, often helping them around the store or running errands for them.

whenever umemiya comes by, they give him snacks, and once they even gifted him an indoor potted plant after he helped clean up the store following a gang fight. that plant now sits by the window in his room at the orphanage, a cherished gift he takes good care of. he is deeply grateful to the couple, who treat him like their own grandchild.

dusting off imaginary dirt from his hands, the 13-year-old umemiya asked, “is there anything else you need help with?”

mr. (l/n) hummed thoughtfully. after a moment, he exclaimed, “ah! are you busy after this, hajime-kun?”

umemiya blinked, then looked up, trying to recall if he had any plans for the day. when he realized he didn't, he shook his head.

"then," the old man clasped umemiya’s hand in his larger ones, his voice gentle yet tinged with concern. "could you check on my granddaughter? she went to the convenience store nearby, but my wife is worried she might get lost."

“your granddaughter?” umemiya asked curiously. he had never heard about mr. (l/n)’s granddaughter before, despite frequently visiting the store whenever he had free time.

“yes,” the old man nodded, releasing umemiya’s hands and turning to look outside. “she lives in furano with her parents and arrived two days ago to visit us. while this isn’t her first time in makochi, it’s her first time exploring on her own.”

“so, hajime-kun,” mr. (l/n) turned back to him with a closed-eye smile, “will you please go after my granddaughter to see if she’s alright?”

umemiya grinned and nodded, “sure!”

mr. (l/n) described his granddaughter to umemiya before he left the plant store to find you. he went to the nearest convenience store to check if you were still there, but you were nowhere to be found. he also noted that he didn’t see you on his way there.

she’s probably already lost. i must find her quickly.

umemiya checked alleyways, hoping to find you, but still saw no sign of a girl matching mr. (l/n)’s description.

he was already a bit far from the convenience store when he spotted a girl a few inches away, wandering aimlessly with a plastic bag in hand. she muttered something under her breath, but ume still heard it.

“oh great, we’re just walking in circles in this town.”

ume approached to confirm if this was mr. (l/n)’s granddaughter. as he got closer, you looked up, hearing his footsteps.

upon seeing your face, umemiya noticed a resemblance to mr. (l/n). to be sure, he asked with a gentle smile, “hi, are you (l/n)-san’s granddaughter?”

you blinked at the boy, who seemed about your age, before furrowing your eyebrows. “um, yeah. how’d you know?”

“i was helping out at the store a while ago and (l/n)-san asked me to escort you back home just in case you get lost!”

“w-who said i was lost?” you defended yourself. confident in your ability to navigate, you felt certain despite it being more than a year since your last visit to your grandparents' town. “i just got a bit sidetracked, that’s all!”

“really?” umemiya tilted his head. “but i’m pretty sure i heard you muttering that you were walking around–”

“okay! okay,” you interrupted, waving your arms to stop him. “you caught me, alright? but don’t tell my grandpa about this!”

umemiya laughed before introducing himself. you narrowed your eyes at him but introduced yourself as well. the two of you fell into conversation as you made your way back to your grandparents' house, and umemiya promised to tour you around town if he got the chance to meet you again.

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shun-ie · 2 months ago

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₍⁠₍⁠ ⁠◝ documented inspiration

content : established relationship, mentions of sex pictures/videos, filming, groping, teasing, riding, hickeys, creampie, belly bulge, overstimulation, dry orgasm, crying with tears (from pleasure), doesn't follow original plot, writer!amab!reader, volleyballplayer!suna, lmk if i missed anything :))

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m.list !

suna rintarou. a man who documents his life through pictures and videos. a man who is secretly fond of memories, but doesn't show it.

it was during college he met the love of his life. l/n y/n. an unknown author online, famous for his fictitious short stories.

throughout college, suna's phone was filled with candid pictures, stolen shots, and cute little videos of his one and only. which had atsumu complaining one time, trying to find pictures of the lessons he had missed when he was in the nurses office because he sprained his ankle by stupidly jumping down a flight of stairs.

"man, you should think about buying another phone if you'll just fill your shit up with y/n's face," atsumu deadpanned at suna after finding out the latter deleted the lessons due to lack of storage. obviously to make more space for y/n reasons.

suna scoffed, turning away from him and walking down the hallway to their next class, "i don't need another. one is enough." atsumu follows after him, trying to reason with him about this documenting obsession of his.

it had gotten to the point where suna had to get another phone because be refused to delete any pictures and videos of y/n.

sitting against the headboard, setting up his new phone, his boyfriend hums a bit, making him look up in question, "what is it?"

y/n chuckles, "it's just adorable that you have so many pictures of me." he scrolls through second year pictures when they first met, then abruptly stopping on a picture he has never seen in their current year. "rin . . ." pink colors his cheeks as he stares at the photo intensely. "when did you take this?" he hands the phone over to his boyfriend's awaiting hand before slamming his face into the softness of the duvets and blankets.

"oh? i thought i put this in a separate file?" suna murmurs, making y/n squirm with a muffled 'there's more!?'. he lifts his head with a flushed face, sitting up and makes a quick grab for the phone.

suna, noticing his movements, holds it out of his reach and gives him a smirk. y/n huffs and reaches for it again, fighting for the phone, failing to realize how close they've become. suna spreads his legs wider as y/n crawls in to close their distance.

it took suna's lips pressing against his to realize their proximity. before he could pull away, a firm hand pressing against the back of his head keeps their lips locked.

y/n's eyes flutter close, raising his hands to cup suna's cheeks, pulling him into a deeper kiss. he hums, raising his hips to straddle his boyfriend.

suna abandons both phones and gropes y/n's ass, getting comfortable for the long session he engaged them in. y/n pulls away out of breath, proceeding to kiss down his partner's neck, nibbling and leaving feathery but prickling touches. he licks a strip and sucks on suna's adam's apple, drawing out a low groan from said man.

suna's grip sinks into y/n's flesh, "fuck." he stares up at the ceiling of their shared dorm room, feeling the uncomfortable constraints of his shorts. just as his mind got lost in the clouds of pleasure, he is deprived of that desire as y/n pulls away with a simple peck right beside the forming hickey on the center of his neck. he groans in response, squeezing the mounds in his palms, and drags out a disappointed, "why?"

y/n moves the hands groping his ass to his hips and sits on his shins, waving suna's document filled phone which he had taken in the middle of his ministration, a sly grin on his swollen and saliva coated lips, "you gonna show me your file or should i hide this?"

y/n unlocks the phone to the sight of his hole being filled to the brim with cum, dripping down his thighs as suna plugs it all inside and adds more to the load. a thumb is being pushed in alongside his length, trying and failing to give the camera a view inside his warm cavern.

an amused feeling washes over suna as he watches y/n's eyes take in every detail of the picture, zooming in some areas, and tracing every dribble of cum going down his thighs and onto the sheets with his gaze.

suna seems to forget that y/n also writes erotic and smutty stories.

after graduating, y/n started to publish books in both hardcover and paperback, but still continued making money from posting early access chapters of his new collections online. suna pursued his volleyball career and even got a small side job for when he was bored.

they got an apartment together and christened every room after settling in. they take advantage of the soundproof walls any free time they have.

it was one of those times where the day went by so slow. y/n was on his laptop, finishing off a chapter with a troubled face while suna skipped through channels on the television.

a stressed out grunt gains suna's attention, laying his eyes on y/n who was now standing up and pacing around the dining table, wearing an expression he was all too familiar with. "writer's block?"

y/n sighs out loud, padding towards his lover and slumping right into suna's arms, and stuffing his face into the crook his neck, "hold me, i'm stressed."

suna laughs, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend, rubbing his back in comfort, "can i offer any sort of assistance?" y/n peeks up at him, thinking deeply about it. he then nods and gets up, an innocently suspicious smile painting his sinful lips.

"yes, you absolutely can."

"fuck, this is so erotic," suna grunts out, squeezing y/n's thighs with one hand while the other held a phone up, recording every single second of his boyfriend bouncing up and down on his dick.

y/n shamelessly moans out loud, reaching up to grope his chest, pinching his nipples to add to the ecstasy he was feeling. suna's slides his grip up to his hips, rubbing the pad of his thumb on the supple flesh. "so hot."

suna lets out a broken chuckle, breathing heavily as he's being taken to the gates of heaven. "all this so you could write out a scene for your book?" he directs the camera to y/n's face as he shoved two fingers inside his gaping mouth, pressing against his tongue. "you like being recorded don't you?"

"owmwy fwow wouu," y/n whines out, his words blocked by the fingers in his mouth. he gasps when he feels suna's cock go deeper into him, his hands trails down his body—his movements being followed by the camera—pressing over the bulge forming in his belly. "swo dweew," he cries out.

suna takes his fingers out and wraps his wet hand around his boyfriend's erection, mixing the saliva with the pre-cum. he times y/n's bounces with his jerking, pushing the man on top of him reeling from the overwhelming pleasure.

he points the camera to their joined parts, zooming in at all the juices and past ejaculations leaking out of y/n's hole, "look at that, my own automatic fleshlight," he bites out, letting out a ragged breath, his hand shaking from the on-coming flood of hedonism.

the skin slapping, moans, groans, and grunts were all that filled the room, with occasional squelching. though at this point, y/n didn't care about his book. he would never admit it, but being recorded and documented brought some sort of thrill to him and oddly happiness.

the thrill is, what if suna loses his phone? what if someone gets a hold of it? what if they get in and go through the gallery and the forbidden file? a sex file full of l/n y/n.

he didn't want that to happen, but what if? putting that aside, his happiness stems from the idea of suna looking back and relieving himself just by looking at him or even watching all the videos he started taking when he found that picture once upon a time.

god, he sounds like a freak.

y/n tightened around suna's length, squeezing a guttural groan from him. "i- ah!~" he pants, grabbing his partner's wrist and trying to slow his continuous actions on his dick. "p-please . . . i feel . . . hah . . . like i'm about to . . . hngg . . ." he throws his head back, mouth hanging open as his eyes roll back, spraying cum onto the camera and suna's body and face.

before he could come back from being submerged in euphoria, he is drowned further as suna flips their position over. he grunts right beside y/n's ear, pressing against him despite the hot and sticky mess in between them. "you think it's all over?"

suna ruts harder and faster, pushing y/n completely over the edge of overstimulation. "i think," a huff, "you should put this in your book."

he grins to himself, seeing how y/n's body shook, in a high he can't get over. "s'too much," he sobs out, tears sliding down his temples, mixing with the sweat in his damp hair.

suna leaned down and pressed his lips against his boyfriend's, murmuring against them, "you want me to stop baby?" y/n merely shakes his head, his body continuing to quiver.

"s'too much," y/n moans out dumbly, "s'too good." he mumbles out more incoherent words in between sobs and mewls, his back arching, completely off the bed as the creeping feeling approaches him once more. he was seeing stars, even the galaxies.

suna hisses, feeling y/n tighten even more. he plants his face in y/n's hickey ridden neck, a moan ripping out his throat. the release he was delaying, coming closer and closer like a thread hanging on for dear life. "fuck!"

as if thrown up into the clouds, suna moans out as everything unravels in his free fall of satisfied pleasure, coating y/n's insides with more white, filling him up deep. y/n on the other hand couldn't let out anything, but a cry.

as if everything had fallen into place, suna rolls his hips to ride out both their highs. he then stops, crashing on top of y/n, who's too disoriented and exhausted to make a sound of protest. he merely lets out a croaky, "s'full . . ."

'he had a dry orgasm,' suna tiredly thought. he realized when he didn't feel anything hot between them. he pulled his softening cock out and draped the duvet over him and y/n. he spooned his boyfriend into his arms and cuddles into him.

y/n was knocked unconscious after saying his last words, head empty and body heavy and possibly hurting in the morning. but suna would take care of him like he always did.

"oh my," y/n whispers to himself, watching himself on suna's new phone. he saw how his cum sprayed all over the camera, he listened to how dirty he had sounded. he was currently bedridden (in new sheets of course), the pain in his lower spines disabling him from walking temporarily.

suna laughs, peeling tangerines for y/n. "yes, oh my is the right reaction," he placed the now peeled fruit on the plate, "were you that pent up after i went to play for eliminations? i mean, it was for a week." he took the phone and replayed his most favorite part. being showered in cum. "you missed my dick that much?" he teased, showing him the scene once more.

y/n pouts and blushes, as he watches himself spray cum again. "everything was just so erotic . . . you recoding me . . . it really got me going," he quietly admits, wringing his fingers nervously.

his boyfriend merely laughs a little and smiles at him, "you're so cute." suna pecks his nose lightly before handing him an orange, "you gonna write about it?"

y/n ponders and nods his head. "yes. and thank you, by the way," he smiles back at him, breaking the fruit in half and giving the one to suna. "do you want me to do anything in return?" the inquiry surprised his boyfriend, not expecting anything in return, only because he prioritizes y/n's happiness over all.

"hmm . . . i want you to sit on my face when you're all better."

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hirschkuh-im-traum · 3 months ago

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Pomegranate

the plot is: when you go too deep into the woods you might face a creature that might want to make you his

words ≈ 5.4k

warnings: smut, very possessive alastor, deer alastor, reader calls alastor god, blowjob (m and f receive), vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, biting

author's note: i think it's the right time to remember the myth about persephone and hades and the pomegranate, as the autumn is very close and the goddess is coming back to her husband (no one stop me from loving this myth)

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You went deeper and deeper into the woods. Although the seasons were changing now, it was still warm in Louisiana, and the trees were still green. You wandered around, admiring the sun breaking through the high branches of pines.

Something lured you, and you just couldn't resist it. It wasn't a call or a gesture, but something that pulled you further and further from civilization right into the embrace of the unknown.

You knew, sooner or later you'd starve to death or would be eaten up by some predator, it was inevitable, for you knew you'd lost. You got too deep into the forest and couldn't find the right path back. ‘She went into the forest and never came back’ — that was what they would say.

But the realization of your soon death didn't hit your mind until the night fell, and suddenly you believed in all the eerie tales about woodland creatures you were told in your childhood. Large-fanged, taloned, cunning and guileful they were and seemed to be true in the thickening darkness.

But still you went and went. It lured you, stretching its mysterious hand to you, until you reached bayou and froze at a sudden sight.

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Alastor had just sat down at the table covered with fresh prey with a wrung neck, when he felt somebody's presence in his bayou. He sent the first bite into his mouth and looked with one eye in the wood side; Soon she would come.

She didn't keep him waiting long. A young woman, a human, stood before the trees, the warm light of his room illuminated her fragile figure.

“You've gone too deep into the woods, dear,” Alastor said, putting another piece of meat into his mouth and chewing while humming.

He made her come, sent her that presentiment about something very important in the depth of the woods. He sent his shadow to escort her, to be sure she wouldn't lose the path he made for her, though it wasn't truly visible for mortals, to protect her from animals and stray bullets of hunters. He knew the best how important it was.

Alastor didn't watch her for a long time, but he swore to himself he wouldn't let her go if she stepped into his bayou for the third time.

The girl had lost, went so deep she faced the border between the earthworld and the underworld, the border Alastor made with his magic powers, so he could always go for a stroll in the familiar and dear Louisiana woods. He didn't even know mortals could reach so far. But there she was. Calling for help and quivering at every rustle from a bush. It was amusing to watch her, he hadn't seen humans since he died and he didn't realize he almost forgot how they looked. How pathetic and appetizing they were.

And as her sight entertained him, he helped her to find the way out from the woods. It wasn't very pleasant for him, but when he appeared in front of her in his deer form, and she looked at him frighteningly and yet so delightedly, and when she reached to touch his forehead and large antlers (what a reckless girl), he felt something was building in him. Something unfamiliar and warm.

But he didn't expect to see her for the second time. She never learnt from her mistakes, didn't she? And leading her out from the forest again, making her obediently follow his steps, he felt more of this strange feeling in his chest. This time she walked closer to his side and a small smile played on her lips, she even stopped in front of the glade before leaving the forest behind her to place her arms on his wide neck. He didn't even realize how he leaned to her, letting her hands embrace his neck and whisper a thank you in his ear.

And then he swore he wouldn't let her leave the forest for the third time.

He was lucky enough to notice her presence once again in a period shorter than between the first and second time of her coming.

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“But I'm happy to see you're back,” A man in red said. His voice was low and full of static crackling that caused goosebumps run over your body.

Staying silent, you came closer and stopped near the table. Your eyes roamed from a carcass on the table to the man with the same antlers and ears on his head as the young deer on his plate. He looked back at you, blood trickled down from the corner of his too wide smile.

He could see how thoughts in your little mind tried to paint you a full picture of what was happening. So adorable.

“Are you… a werewolf?” You pronounced. Your voice was weak but sweet to him.

“I'm Alastor, it's a pleasure to finally introduce myself to you.” He tilted his head, waiting for you to voice your name, and dropped his eyelids at the sound of it, “But if you're wondering if it was me the one who led you out from the dreadful place, then yes, it was me.”

You slowly nodded, eyes were still wide open and your lips were slightly parted in a still lasting surprise. You looked so cute, so delectable, he was right for deciding to make you stay.

“Are you hungry, my precious?”

Your gaze fell on the carcass on his table, the pallor covered your cheeks, and Alastor let out his laughter accompanied by the chuckling from the cane, propped against the table.

“Oh, sweetheart, don't worry! I won't make you eat this.” The sigh escaped your lips as you smiled and chuckled, “But will you accept what I offer you, darling?” He asked, leaving his seat and towering over you. How small the mortals were, or maybe you were just so tiny. He swallowed, imagining how his hands close around your waist, how easily he lifts you up, how his big mouth bites in your shoulder. You would look so good and beautiful on his lap as he embraced you from your back.

“Are you that deer that helped me get out of the forest?” The gift of speech returned to you and you wanted to understand everything.

“Well, yes.”

“Why didn't you show yourself to me like this before?”

“You've asked so many questions already, my dear! You're indeed a curious little thing, aren't you?” He bumped you slightly in the tip of your nose with his finger, and the sight of your blush couldn't stay unnoticed for him, “Do answer my question, dear. Why did you come back?”

“Wanted to see you.” Your answer got him out of guard, though Alastor couldn't say he didn't like it. You came back to him? “The deer, actually, but as you're him, so… um.. no, I shouldn't think about it this way.” You chuckled awkwardly, blushing was on your cheeks again.

“Tell me, dear, do you want to stay?” He bent himself so his eyes would be on the same level as yours, you blushed to your ears at this sudden closeness.

“What?”

“If you keep coming back again and again, my dear, then why don't you stay here?”

You immediately lowered her gaze and frowned. Alastor was afraid that he said something wrong, and he had to use power to make you accept what he wanted you to accept, but soon he realized it was only your thoughts that darkened your face. You looked in the depth of yourself, remembered your past and present, looked into your future. As your gaze became more and more dark, Alastor felt he didn't say anything wrong. He just needed to push a little more.

“To stay with me…”

Your eyes lifted up to his face, “With you?”

“Yes, my dear,” He pressed his hand to his chest, then pointed to the bayou and to the room behind his back, as his words flew down into your ears, “You see, I don't live in the woods, I do have a cosy room and even some neighbours, which I'm sure you befriend with! But more importantly, you could stay with me. Isn't that what you want? The reason why you keep coming back?”

You listened to him closely, devotedly. You caught his every word, and Alastor saw how hope brightly lightened your beautiful eyes.

“To be honest, my dear, this is what I want."

“I wanna stay.”

The fallen words caused a sharp smile on Alastor’s face, he noticed how your shoulders tensed at the sight of his fangs, but you didn't step away. The warmth attacked his chest once more.

He turned around on his heels, headed for his room. He heard your small steps following him on the grass, then parquet and finally the rustle of your shoes on the carpet near the fireplace. You stood behind him, just a few steps separated you.

“You didn't answer my first question: are you hungry?” He asked with a mischievous smile that grew wider when you nodded. “Then how about that?”

Your gaze fell at the fruit in Alastor’s palm. A bright red pomegranate. You could swear he didn't have that before. Had it just materialised out of nowhere?

Seeing your uncertainty Alastor threw the fruit from one hand to another, his words flew down like a thick syrup, “It's sweet and sour, it has a tart aftertaste that nips your tongue and makes you wish for more.” He was speaking in a husky voice as he came closer to you, twisting the fruit in his ungloved hands. His red claws sank in the hard rind of the pomegranate, you saw his hand tendon tensed, and you heard a sonorous crackle, as with his bare hands Alastor parted the fruit in two. You swallowed at the sight of wine red seeds glistening in a milky white nest.

The man stopped in front of you, his eyes glowed the same dark red as the fruit in his palms, the most beautiful shade in the whole world. The unique scent approached your nose.

“A fruit of the dead,” He stated in a low clear voice without static. Goosebumps ran down your spine, you felt your oral salivated, your lips slightly parted, “So what do you think, my dear?” He held you out one half of the pomegranate. The seeds glistered as the red stars, the juice trickled down Alastor’s palm and if it wasn't so black you could see how it was stained.

You took your eyes away from the fruit in his hand and answered, looking straight in his eyes, “I want the fruit.”

Your gaze sent shivers down his spine, his talons sank deeper into the rind. You were so certain, so ready, just a little more and you'd be his.

“There will be no way back,” He purred. He wanted to hear your consent again.

“Yes, I know. I want it.”

“As you wish, my dear.”

Alastor picked out a ruby bead from the fruit. The little seed glistened between his sharp claws. Alastor stretched his hand to your face, a lip-closed smile was on his face, and you reached out your hand to take the seed, but he cooed, taking his hand away, “Nuh uh. Open your mouth, precious.”

Hesitating just for a second, you obeyed. Your eyes didn't leave Alstors’, as he placed a little seed on your tongue. He greedily watched the fruit disappearing behind the redness of your lips as you closed your mouth. As your teeth crushed the fragile pulp, sweet-sour juice sprinkled on your tongue, salivating your oral. The sourness made you slightly squeeze your eyes, but soon your receptors used to the taste of the fruit. You swallowed the pulp, but the tasteless pip still lay on the top of your tongue, and you didn't want to let it slide inside you.

Alastor saw you uncomfortablly moving your jaws, not wishing to end his task completely, so he commanded, “Swallow the seed,” and watched at the bulge in your throat, as you obediently swallowed.

“Good,” With his clawed digits Alastor picked out another seed from the sarcotesta, smiling widely at you as your jaw fell open, letting him feed you again, “Yes, that’s right.”

The bloody-red pearl was placed in your mouth again, Alastor’s fingertips slightly brushed your tongue, but he didn't remove his hand from you this time. You slowly chewed with his palm covering your cheek, and as you swallowed, his fingers traced down your neck, following the way of the seed going down inside your throat. Again you swallowed the pip and rewarded another praise of the demon in front of you.

It was mesmerising to watch you eating, to watch how with every swallowed seed your mortality left your body, letting your essence be carried in the underworld, giving your body and soul to the hands of the one who was feeding you. He didn’t tell you what the hellish fruit was making to you, but he’d already found your permission, so…

Alastor’s fingers disappeared in bleeding sarcotesta once again to put out another bead. The tips of his claws changed their colour in a deeper shade of red and soaked with the juice. The sourness kissed your tongue again, and your lips closed around his long fingers as you sucked the juice of the fruit from his skin.

Alastor watched at you amazed, his red eyes flashed with an emotion you couldn't recognize. The third seed slipped into your stomach without being chewed, and with a ‘pop’ Alastor freed his fingers from your hungry capture.

“Oh my! So hungry you're ready to devour me!” He brought his released hand to his face. You didn't miss how his lips touched the tip of his claw glistening with your saliva.

“Perhaps, I should feed you thoroughly,” He pronounced, the halves of the pomegranate disappeared, and Alastor cupped your face, placing his other hand on your waist. You trembled as his claws removed hair from your face. He slowly bent to you, eyes fixed on you.

His eyes flashed brightly red, as he covered your mouth with his and immediately thrusted his tongue past your lips in a passionate deep kiss. His one hand slid to your hip, the other one held your head, not leaving you a chance to move away. But it wasn't necessary, you didn't even think of trying to escape his touch. You intertwined your tongue with his, and a soft moan of him fell into your mouth, and you buried your hands in his hair. They were softer than deer fur you touched before, but the scent of forest and blood was the same.

The kiss lost its madness, turning out into something more tender and devoted. His lips brushed yours and then traced to your cheeks, to your ears, to your jawline, your chin, your neck. You were breathless even when his greedy mouth left yours and now was wondering across your collarbone and shoulders. His hot breath burnt your skin, but his fingers on your skin burnt stronger. You held on to his shoulders, forearms, your knees had never felt so weak, but you hadn't been afraid to fall because his arms were so strong around you.

His tongue explored you once more and this time more deeply, now Alastor enjoyed the soft sounds travelling from your mouth right into his, and he swallowed them avidly.

Alastor held your face in his palms and whispered against your lips, “You're staying here. And it isn't an option you can choose. You belong here.”

The ground under your feet disappeared and next second you found yourself in the bed, you were dizzy, but before you could understand what had just happened, Alastor hovered over you. His smile glistened with yellowish,

“Mine.” He purred, and your heart beat madly in your rib cage. Your body bent in a wave, expecting another kiss of Alastor, but it didn't come. Instead Alastor reached out his forefinger and with its sharp-clawed tip he tore your shirt in two. Just slightly his claw etched your bare skin, leaving a red line on your bosom. He didn't expect to see you wearing nothing under the shirt. The sight of you so naked already made a blushing touch on his cheeks.

“One seed means that you accept my offering,” He pronounced, removing what was left of your shirt, “Two seeds mean that you let me guide you,” He continued, taking off your shoes, his fingertips lingered on your ankles, stroking your soft skin, “Three seeds mean we're together forever.“

He threw aside your trousers and hesitated for a moment with his fingers under the hem of your panties, “The whole pomegranate means you give yourself to me wholly. You body and soul.” He swallowed, looking at your thighs and abdomen, his words fell italics as he slowly pulled your underwear off, “But just one seed is enough to make you stay with me.” The panties were thrown aside, and his eyes looked into yours, watching your reaction. He looked serious even with this unnaturally wide smile. Looking back at him, you slowly spread your legs apart, exposing him yourself wholly.

The physical answer you gave him softened Alastor's gaze, though you notice a shade of surprise in his eyes.

“Wonderful,” You smiled. You would eat the whole pomegranate, you would get lost in the forest again and again, you would kiss him until you suffocate to death.

Alastor held your wrists, leaning down until his head appeared between your legs. He looked at you as he opened his wide mouth, sticking out his tongue, long, strong, sharp edged tongue with saliva dribbling down it. When the wet tip touched you, you clenched your fists under his palms. Alastor slowly lapped your labia, tongue went from down to up leisurely, he savoured your taste and moaned with pleasure. Your thighs trembled, a shy moan escaped your lips when his tongue pressed at your clit and drew circles around it.

“Ahh, Alastor..!”

You felt a tender kiss where he just licked you, “You're mine, aren't you?” He growled and pushed his tongue into you.

“Y-yes!” You exclaimed, answering and approving him.

His fingers closed tighter around your wrists, his appendage worked inside of you, going deeper and deeper as you arched your back and stuttered his name. Alastor’s ears dropped down at the sound of his name falling from your lips between your deep sighs and moans.

“I won't let you go anywhere. Never.” His whisper tickled your sensitive skin, its meaning filled you with pride and happiness.

Alastor bent his head forward and was immediately captured between your thighs, as his appendage reached the very right spot in you, whilst his nose pressed against your clit. Alastor felt how your walls clenched around his tongue and growled, tasting your syrup in his mouth, as you threw your head back with his name rolling down from your mouth. He worked a little more with your pussy, licking the remains of your juice from your labia. You were delicious, the best thing he’d ever tasted.

As you gasped for air, Alastor admired your curves, your moles here and there, thin hairs on your soft skin. Every millimetre of your body was perfect for his eyes.

His look went to your blushed face, and his eyes fixed to yours as by chains, “Do you know that you're here forever?” His lips glistened with your juice that made them look so more kissable.

“It's like you're trying to scare me but…” Your foot traced up along his thigh and stopped near the bulge on his trousers. The red on your cheeks became brighter, as your toes felt how hard he was and how large he had to be. Alastor tilted his head, his lips curved in an evil grin exposing his fangs, his cock twitched because of your caress.

“But I'm not afraid.” You uttered, pushing at his erection as if you put a full stop at your sentence. Right away your ankle was snatched up, your knee harshly pressed against the mattress near your shoulder, Alastor's face just an inch from you, as he held your feet above you, “But you better be.” He growled.

His palm slid to the pit under your knee, making you bent a little more as he pinned you to the bed. His mouth covered yours, and you tasted your own cum from his lips and his tongue. Alastor explored your teeth, gums, throat, he spread what he had of you all around your own cavity.

The hand he held you with now went to your pussy, one finger buried deeply in your heat, whilst the other one caressed the little bunch of nerves, his other hand untied his bowtie with a single adroit movement and undone the buttons of his clothes. He kissed your neck, slightly nipping your tender skin and sucking your blood that dribbled down and stained the sheets if he didn't manage to catch every droplet for there were more and more tiny cuts on you right from under your ear to your bosom.

His mouth captured your hard nipple, causing another tremor through your heated body. He curved his finger and added another one, quickening the pace, a new angle made more lascivious sounds escape your lips, the persistent circles on your clit made you see stars. Without leaving your sweaty skin his tongue went to your other nipple, and he tasted the iron in his oral as his fangs broke your skin a little bit, when you arched your back as his fingers touched the delicious place of your core. Your thighs trembled, velvet walls clenched around his digits, your body shook in waves, as Alastor helped you ride out your second orgasm, thrusting his fingers and stroking your clit.

“Oh, God! Oh-o.. Ah-Alastor!”

“How blasphemous, darling, to call a demon your god but, please, go on!” He slackened his pace, but the pad of his thumb still wandered on your clit, overstimulating you.

“Mmmph! Ah-Alas..! You- Arrh.. God!”

His fingers left you to be placed into his mouth. He licked and sucked all your nectar with his eyes chained to your face.

You eyed at him. He was beautiful and uncanny at the same time. Pale grey skin, wide shoulders and thin waist, fur on his chest and abdomen, red eyes flashed like embers. The sight of him with shirt undone and ribbons of his tie, hanging by both sides of his neck, whilst he sucked his own digits was too much for your already blurred with pleasure mind.

“Did I hear or did you really call me... god?” His brows were knitted, blazing red eyes looking deep into you.

“I did.” You breathed out.

“Oh my,” He covered his grin with his palm, eyes narrowed as he tried to read your expression, but so nothing but a trace of euphoria that painted your cheeks in lovely red, “You actually never think about the consequence, don't you?” It was sweet. After such a blasphemy the heaven's gate would be closed for you for eternity even if he didn't give you that forbidden fruit.

“Why?”

“Why?,” Smiling at you, he placed his hands under your thighs, slightly higher your knees, as he was ready to pull you closer to his crotch or to turn you around to bend your body in another discomfort angle, “To call a devil a god, what can be more scandalous, my dear?”

“Maybe a god fucking his follower?”

Right away he pulled you closer, eerie black tendrils wrapped around your waist and hips, you were turned around and pressed with your back against his chest. You sighed at sudden contact with his bare skin against yours.

“A playful sinful little thing you are.” He whispered darkly in your ear, his razor-like fangs grazed your skin, “Is this what you want?”

His teeth sank into your shoulder this time in a real bite of a predator. You whined, and he pressed you closer to him, his erection set against your thigh. When he retracted his fangs, his tongue licked the blood flowing down your spine. You were not sure, but it seemed the demon behind you whispered “tasty” as he lapped your bleeding wound.

Your face met stained sheets as you were thrown down on your belly, the tendrils wrapped around your limbs, turning you around and pulling up, so you appeared on your fours, crouching to the ground. A tendril wrapped around your chin, forcing you to straighten yourself as it guided you higher, until you propped yourself on your arms placed between your legs, and your face appeared in front of Alastor's groin. His palm replaced the tendril on your jaw, he made you look up at him,

“You’ll take everything. I'll make you mine. There will be no place on your body left unmarked by my possession over you. Outside and inside. You belong to me.”

His finger gently caressed under your chin, you nodded, looking pleadingly at him. You couldn't wait to show him how much you were ready to give him and to take from him.

Alastor snapped his fingers and all his clothes dissolved in shadows. You swallowed at the sight of his organ erected before your face. It was too big, both in length and diameter it seemed too much for you to take, but you'd already stepped this way and there was no way back, so you tilted your head back, and his tip brushed your slightly parted lips, you stuck out your tongue, tasting his precum, the grip in your head became tighter. You slowly moved forward, gradually taking his massive cock, inch by inch, your eyes never leaving his. As you reached the middle, you stopped to take a breath with your nose, but instead you gasped at the sudden thrust of his hips and his cock reaching the back of your throat so much deeper than you expected.

Alastor moved your head back, his cock slipped out from your mouth just to move back in again, and he repeated the movement again. Your eyes rolled back as you gulped him, his cock slid smoothly along your tongue deeper and deeper into your oral cavity.

“Ahh… You do can take it, dear,” He retracted, saliva flew down from the corners of your mouth down your chin. You stuck out your tongue, maintaining eye contact, and he placed his tip on your waiting appendage. Your tongue licked along his length sliding over your plushy cheek until you reached his balls. You teased his sensitive skin with the tip of your tongue and moved back.

“Let's do it again, darling.” And he placed his cock between your lips once again. Though this time you knew how actually big he was, the second full thrust didn't go easier for you, and this time Alastor stayed longer in your mouth before beginning to fuck it.

“That’s right, yes! Take it, take fucking all of me!”

Alastor lowered his gaze, admiring your wide eyes filled with tears, listening closely to your feeble moans and the sound of your choking, as you bobbed your head whilst he thrusted, “Just a little more- aarg!”

Your fingers found your burning heat, so wet and aching, and began to pleasure yourself. His thrusts became more ferocious, he lost the little control he held on himself, his hands tugged your hair, as he tried to keep your head still using your mouth as a vessel of his seed that he was ready to paint you with in any second, “Dah-darlin’! I'm-ahh..!”

Your vision became darker, you clutched at his hips, and the next moment Alastor stopped, with his cock buried deep in your mouth, whilst his seed streamed down your throat, warming you, making you his in another way.

Slowly he retracted, sweet words of praise flew from his mouth into your ears, you swallowed everything he left in you, and when he fingered back what dribbled down your chin, you sucked on his fingertips.

“Good girl, did it so well for me…” Alastor bent to you, cupped your face in his palms and kissed you on your forehead, “Now you're completely mine,” He whispered, pressing your forehead to his.

For a few moments you stayed like this, and then Alastor lay you in bed. His arms wrapped around you, his softened cock brushed against your hip. You turned your head back to press your lips to his, and he gave you a tender deep kiss. His tongue grazed your lower lip before delving in your mouth. He could taste himself, kissing you, pressing you closer to him and caressing your sweaty skin. His hand found your slot, and you moaned into his mouth as he began to stroke.

“It seems, you didn't finish it, let me help you,” He murmured just slightly parting from your lips.

Your sweet sounds made him hard again, and you appeared pinned to the mattress with his weight above you as your shelter. Black tips of his red hair tickled the sides of your face, as he leaned closer to join your lips in another loving kiss.

You both moaned, as he entered, and you embraced his waist with your legs, pulling him closer, easily he slid in you, causing a salacious moan from you. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and slowly moved his hips with every thrust sinking deeper in you,

“F-fuhhck, so t-tight… Yes, yes,” He breathed out through his clenched teeth, accelerating his pace, “You're perfect. Yes, just made for me- aah!”

The room was filled with lewd wet sounds, with your loud moans and his pants. Every thrust of his large cock reached the sweet spot in you, your clit rubbed against his furred skin, everything felt heavenly, but you knew it wasn't his full length in you, for still his next slow bucks in you reached deeper.

“Ahh, don't, don't stoo-ohhp! Ah-Ah-Alast-! Ohh!” Your nails scratched his back, leaving bright pink lines but not making him bleed. Your legs kept Alastor close, your toes curved and thighs shook, your pussy clenched firmly around his length, you knew you were close and you were a tad sorry this bliss would end soon. You wanted to feel every inch of him in you, and your hands traced down his back to his buttocks, showing him what you wanted, “Alastor, m-more! P-please, I-ah ah need- m-more!”

His next thrust made you see stars, your jaw fell open with no sound in a shocking wave of your third orgasm, your walls clenched around him tight as wanting to never be left again, and Alastor cursed, painting you white with his seed from the inside, “Fuckk! Uhh… So good, ohh…mmm…” He panted against your skin, his breath as hot as his body on and in you. Your legs slid down from his torso, hands weakly held on his shoulders. The sheets were stained with fluids of both of you.

You didn't know how long you lay like this, his cock was still inside of you, he nipped skin on your neck, and you drew something with your fingertips on his back. You wished this moment would never end.

“Darling?” The static voice called to you. It sounded like from a distance, though you felt its vibration on your skin.

“Yes?” You echoed. Your fingertips found the space between his ears, you stroked there tenderly, his ears slightly flinched and you heard a satisfying purr.

Alastor was silent for a few seconds, as if he had to pluck up his heart to pronounce the next words,

“I'm yours.”

After a short pause you answered, “So am I.”

“I know,” He smiled fondly.

All this time Alastor repeated you were his, but it would be a lie if he wouldn't admit that he was yours as well. You were the only soul who ravished him so much, your heart was the only one he wanted to hold in his hands to keep it from harm, your body was the only thing he wanted to press close to him and never ever let go. A chain has two ends, and the moment when you bound yourself with him, he chained himself to you too.

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navi: masterlist I — masterlist II hiii angels👼🏻it's been a while since my last astro post on here, thought I'd drop by with a lil surprise:) enjoy babes🤍

💘 8th house synastry: A deep and mystical connection, a dance of two souls intertwined. Undoubtedly, this has to be some of the most intense relationships I have observed, yet not necessarily in the way people might think. It goes beyond the surface, beyond the mundane, beyond the small-talk. Sex, death, and other's resources are only the tip of the iceberg. This is about transformation, rebirth, and regeneration. The 8th house is a place where secrets reside, and the planet person might unknowingly tap into that well of darkness within the 8th house person. It's a profound and sometimes frightening journey, but it's also one of the most transformative. The planet person, depending on which planet of theirs, entering the 8th house person's life can open them up like no other, exposing them to their deepest desires, fears, and longings.

If 4th house synastry is referred to as each other's soft spot, then 8th house synastry is each other's weak spot. Romantic or platonic, these relationships are often karmic, acting as a bind between the two individuals, for better or for worse. There's an unspoken depth that pervades the connection, a knowingness that transcends words. It's the ultimate "one stare is all it takes" kind of placement, where even a simple glance can send shivers down one's spine.

In the end, the 8th house synastry is not for the faint of heart, but for those who dare to delve into the mysteries of the soul, it's a journey worth taking. For it's in the darkness that we find the light, and it's in the intensity of these relationships that we find our true selves.

💘 Moon-Pluto aspects synastry/composite chart: If you've followed my blog for a while, you'll know that I don't strongly dislike any placement or aspect, for I believe we must observe the entire charts to draw conclusions before anything else. Yet, there is one aspect that leaves me in awe, time and time again: Moon-Pluto aspects in relationships. They speak of a connection that goes beyond the superficial, beyond the ordinary, beyond the mundane.

In the depths of their intimacy, there's a touch of mystery, a hint of secrecy, as if they share a bond that's known only to them. In the composite chart, this aspect can be a blessing, for it allows both parties to bare their souls in front of each other, to be raw and authentic, to embrace the vulnerability that comes with true connection.

But there's a caveat, for softer aspects such as the trine and sextile can approach this intimacy with a gentle touch, allowing the connection to grow slowly and steadily. Whereas the harsher aspects, the conjunctions, squares, and oppositions, may ignite a fire that burns bright and hot, causing one or both partners to be wary of the immense intensity that they feel.

Moon-Pluto aspects in relationships are definitely not for everyone, but they can lead to a transformation that's both profound and life-changing. These aspects symbolize a journey towards embracing one's innermost fears and desires, facing the shadows within oneself, and coming out on the other side with a newfound sense of strength and authenticity.

While it may be challenging, the rewards of such an experience can be tremendous. Through the intensity and rawness of the connection, one may find healing, growth, and a deep understanding of the human experience. It's a journey that requires courage, vulnerability, and a willingness to confront the unknown, but for those who embark on it, the rewards can be truly magnificent.

💘 Venus-Pluto aspects synastry: When Venus and Pluto align, their love burns with a fiery intensity, drawing them ever deeper into the mysteries of the heart. Pluto, with its insatiable hunger for truth and transformation, brings a potent energy to the table, stirring up a storm of questions and revelations.

Their relationship is a journey of discovery, a never-ending quest to uncover the hidden depths of each other's being. They crave knowledge of the past, eager to explore the shadows and secrets that have shaped their lives and their loves.

For them, love is a drug, a heady elixir that leaves them yearning for more. Their passion is all-consuming, a fierce and unyielding force that binds them together in ways that defy explanation.

Their obsession with each other is both beautiful and terrifying, a force that drives them to explore the depths of their connection, even as it challenges their preconceptions of what love truly means. But with every step they take together, they discover new facets of themselves and each other, delving ever deeper into the mysteries of the heart.

💘 Sun-Mars aspects synastry: The moment they meet, the attraction between them is electric, a spark that ignites a fire in their hearts. Soft aspects between their Sun and Mars create an effortless harmony, a sense of deep understanding and mutual support that draws them together with an irresistible force.

But for those with harsher aspects, their connection is a battlefield, a clash of egos that sparks tension and desire in equal measure. Sun and Mars are like two lions circling each other, each daring the other to make a move.

Their competitive spirits are brought out in full force, as they push each other to new heights of passion and desire. For Mars, the Sun is the ultimate challenge, a force to be reckoned with that can bring out the best - and worst - in them.

But through it all, there is a deep sense of respect and admiration, a recognition that they are two sides of the same coin, bound together by the fire that burns within them. Their love is a force to be reckoned with, a connection that challenges them to be their best selves and to embrace the full power of their passion and desire.

💘 Gemini Rising composite: Gemini Rising couple is a true delight, their energy infectious and their presence enchanting. They radiate a lightness and joy that fills the room, sparking lively conversations and bringing smiles to the faces of all those around them.

Their connection is a deep and profound one, built on a foundation of trust and open communication. They tell each other everything, sharing their hopes, dreams, fears, and secrets with a fearless abandon.

With their 3rd house in Leo, they embody a regal energy that commands attention and respect. Their style and energy are often very similar, a reflection of their deep connection and shared perspective on life.

Their reunion feels almost spiritual, a cosmic meeting of two souls destined to be together. One partner may take on the role of protector, fiercely guarding the other with a love that knows no bounds.

Despite their occasional heated moments, they speak of each other with the highest regard, always fearlessly protective of their partner's honor and dignity.

💘 Cancer Rising composite: This is one of my favorites, whether it's a romantic or platonic connection! They have a way of making it seem like they've known each other for ages, their bond so deep and comfortable that it feels like home.

They may bicker like siblings, but it's all in good fun - and it's clear that they love each other deeply. There's a sense of ease and familiarity that just makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside.

They can be in each other's company for hours without saying a word, content in the quiet and the simple pleasure of just being together. And when they do speak, they offer each other advice and guidance, especially when it comes to style and aesthetics.

There's something so special about this connection, something that just feels right. They may not have known each other for long, but it feels like they were always meant to be in each other's lives. They are the ultimate squad, the perfect team, and they bring so much joy and fun wherever they go.

💘 Leo Rising composite: This connection is fiercely possessive in the best way possible. They love to show their affection publicly and make it known to the world that they belong to each other. It's a feeling of pure belonging, an unbreakable bond that just feels so right.

It's one of the hardest relationships to let go of, a connection that just feels too good to be true. They radiate an air of perfection, and those around them can't help but be captivated by their dynamic. They may keep their relationship private once they've settled down, but when they're together, it's electric.

Their pain and struggles may be hidden from the outside world, but within their bond, they find solace and comfort in each other's arms. With Leo Rising in the composite, they were made for each other, their love a force to be reckoned with. And they love to spoil each other, showing off their love for the world to see.

💘 Libra Rising composite: This is the couple that everyone assumes has had a crush on each other since the day they met. There's just something about them that makes it so easy to tell that they were meant to be together. They have a natural ability to enhance each other's aesthetic and just make each other look even better.

When you see them in public, they come off as very friendly and approachable. They love to flirt with each other and with others, and they just exude a harmonious energy that draws people to them. They're like the parents of their group, always there to lend an ear and offer sage advice when others need it.

With Libra Rising in the composite, this couple radiates a unique energy that's impossible to ignore. People are drawn to them like moths to a flame, and they just look so good together. Depending on the composite Venus sign, they may have a more refined or eclectic style, but either way, they're always turning heads and making others green with envy.

💘 Leo placements composite: This is the ride or die couple that everyone wishes they had in their life. When I see this placement in a chart, I know that with time, there will be an unyielding loyalty between them that's hard to come by these days. Whether it's a romantic or platonic relationship, they exude confidence, playfulness, and above all, fun!

They're not afraid to argue or stand up for what they believe in, but what I love about Leo in composite is that they always have a deep respect for each other. It's almost like they know that at the end of the day, they're on the same team and nothing can break their bond.

For the platonic ones, they have a sibling-like energy that's just so endearing to witness. They'll have each other's back through thick and thin, and you know that they'll always be there to lift each other up when times get tough. Whether they're out on the town or just chilling at home, they radiate a sense of loyalty and camaraderie that's truly exciting to be around.

💘 Taurus placements composite: This placement evokes a sense of earthy Venusian intimacy, where mutual reliance and devotion reign supreme. They are like two rooted trees intertwined, weathering any storm that comes their way with steadfast support for each other. The sensuality they share is a true feast for the senses, with each touch and embrace sending shivers down their spines. Their connection is a thing of beauty, a symphony of love and sensuality that fills their hearts with warmth and contentment.

💘 Uranus 7th house composite: Long-distance and medium-distance relationships often display this pattern. While there is no set rule, this relationship style can be quite distinct. Depending on other astrological factors, they may contact each other spontaneously after long periods of silence. It is not uncommon for these relationships to have an undefined label, but the connection remains strong. This relationship is often characterized by a sense of telepathy.

💘 Uranus 5fth house composite: Couples with this placement breathe freedom. Their love is like a wildflower, unconfined by societal norms and conventions. Each partner allows the other to thrive in their own social circles and cherishes the moments of intimacy that come in unexpected bursts. Though their relationship may seem unconventional to some, it is a beautiful and unique expression of love that blooms and flourishes in its own way.

💘 Mars 12th house composite/synastry: This placement can be a bit tricky, as it can swing between playful banter and a more serious, spiritual connection. In the former, the couple may have a lighthearted approach to disagreements, perhaps avoiding confrontation and maintaining harmony. However, in the latter, this placement can signify a soulmate bond, a deep and meaningful connection that transcends the physical realm. Despite the challenges, these couples are able to navigate their differences and find a sense of peace and understanding in each other.

💘 Mars 8th house composite: Passion ignites and they are drawn to each other like a moth to a flame. They long for closeness, craving the touch of the other's skin, desiring to be in each other's embrace constantly. A fiery, intimate connection that is hard to resist. Beware of the green-eyed monster that may rear its head and cause strife in the relationship. But with the right alignment of Mars, a healing energy can emerge and transform the bond into an unbreakable bond of trust and devotion.

💘 Mercury 3rd house synastry: This is the kind of couple that is always laughing and having fun together. Their sense of humor is unmatched, and they just get each other on a whole different level. They can spend hours talking about anything and everything, from the trivial to the profound, and they never seem to run out of things to say.

Their intellectual connection is truly amazing, and they just have a way of understanding each other's minds that is truly unique. From discussing aliens to politics, they can handle any topic with ease and always keep each other engaged. It's a match made in heaven, and it's so much fun to watch them just enjoy each other's company.

💘 Mercury 5fth house synastry: Ah, one of my favorites! There's nothing like seeing two people who can laugh and have fun conversations with each other. It's like watching two stars colliding, creating a beautiful display of light and energy. The Mercury person is especially enamored with the Fifth House person's mind, finding it special and unique. They can't help but give them starry eyes as they speak. In turn, the Fifth House person finds Mercury's communication style to be very slick and attractive. It's a cosmic connection, a meeting of minds that is both fun and exciting.

💘 Mercury 8th house synastry: An intriguing and intense dynamic, often marked by a deep understanding and emotional support between the partners. The Mercury person has a unique insight into the innermost thoughts and desires of the 8th house person, particularly when it comes to matters of intimacy and vulnerability. There's a magnetic quality to their conversations, as they both crave depth and substance in their interactions. In this relationship, superficiality is simply not an option. Over time, the 8th house partner is drawn in by Mercury's irresistible charm and wit, and is willing to reveal their deepest secrets and desires. Mercury's words have a profound impact on the 8th house's psyche, making this placement a powerful indicator of a potential soulmate connection. And let's not forget the dirty talk potential, which adds an extra layer of seduction to this already alluring combination.

💘 Moon 4th house synastry: In each other's arms, they find a sense of peace, like they've finally come home. While their connection runs deep, they may also awaken memories of past hurts, drawing them closer in empathy and understanding. These are the ones who care for each other's every need, nurturing each other's physical and emotional well-being. In this loving embrace, they share both joy and sorrow, weaving a bond that feels like family and lingers in the heart forever.

💘 Moon 9th house synastry: Under the stars, this placement sings a love song of faith and trust, a bond that's hard to sever. Moon person's intuition finds a home in the open-minded, philosophical 9th house person, who in turn feels seen and heard in the presence of the Moon's nurturing embrace. Their love transcends boundaries, be it geographical or cultural, and their connection is not just supportive, but also unconditional. It's a love that validates and accepts all the thoughts, feelings, and ideas of their partner, a love that's both inspiring and uplifting.

💘 5fth house stellium composite: This placement is known for its potential to bring some baby fever to the table! When these two come together, it's like fireworks exploding and they can't get enough of each other. The relationship exudes a playful, childlike energy that is infectious to those around them. But be warned - this can also mean that their fights can be just as intense as their love, often stemming from their deep-seated jealousy. All in all, this is a pairing that's sure to leave a lasting impression.

💘 1st house stellium composite chart: Time seems to stand still as they hold each others hands. A union that feels like destiny, a long-awaited reunion of two halves of a whole. They speak a language of their own, finishing each other's thoughts and sentences effortlessly. Every touch, every caress, feels like a deeply profound connection. It's not just about physical intimacy, but an understanding that transcends the superficial. This is the soulmate energy, the kind of love that leaves them wondering, "Where have you been all my life?"

💘 Venus 2nd house synastry/composite: A romantic dance of give and take, this placement sings of love that is nurturing and indulgent. There is a deep need to shower each other with gifts and care, but caution must be taken not to let materialism overshadow their connection. They find joy in providing for one another, and both are lifted up by the other's affection and attention. Behind closed doors, their passion blossoms into a slow and steady burn, where sensual touches and intimate moments reign supreme.

💘 Venus 6th house synastry: Intriguingly, couples with this synastry seem to be entwined in a tapestry of love and affection. They have a knack for creating beauty in the mundane and infusing everyday life with romance. Their love story is not a fairy tale, but a practical one, with the two of them seamlessly integrating into each other's daily routines. They may even find joy in doing chores together. The 6th house partner adores Venus' constant mindfulness and dedication to them, making them feel appreciated and cherished in every moment.

💘 Venus 10th house synastry: In this synastry, a beautiful harmony blooms between two souls. They are each other's pillars of support, always standing by each other's side in times of success and failure. The 10th house person, taken aback by Venus's deep understanding of their goals and dreams, finds solace in their unconditional support. Venus, in turn, cherishes the 10th house person as a prized possession, basking in their admiration and attention. The house person's serious and committed approach to life appeals to Venus's heart, allowing them to thrive under their care. Together, they build a love that is grounded in mutual respect, support, and admiration.

💘 Scorpio Venus composite: In the realm of love, Scorpio's traditional Mars energy now meets the enchanting grace of Venus. A potent mix of complexity, passion, and challenge, this placement creates a bond that is both powerful and mysterious.

Couples with this placement share a deep obsession, not just on a physical level but also an emotional one. Their desire for each other is all-consuming, a deep-seated need to connect on every possible level. Eye contact is a potent tool for them, a way to communicate their desire and passion without saying a word.

Their love is shrouded in secrecy, a relationship that's known only to the two of them. Their feelings run deep, but they may not be expressed at first, requiring time and patience to unfold.

As their connection deepens, they become more and more entwined, their bond unbreakable and unwavering. For both parties, this love will challenge their preconceptions of what love truly means and requires, but the rewards of true connection are worth every step of the journey.

💘 Virgo Venus composite: Their love is a journey of growth and self-discovery, a path that's filled with endless possibility and wonder. They are both committed to learning and evolving, constantly pushing each other to be the best version of themselves.

Their love is reminiscent of Scorpio Venus, with its unsaid feelings and profound depth, but it's also uniquely its own. For them, love is not just about passion and intensity, but about the simple and peaceful moments that make life worth living.

In their relationship, they discover that love can be found in the small things, in the gentle gestures and quiet moments of connection. They remind us that love is not just about the grand gestures or dramatic displays of affection, but about the everyday acts of kindness that we show each other.

Their love story is one that's hard to forget, a testament to the power of gentle love and the beauty of finding someone who truly understands and accepts us for who we are. They remind us that love is not just about what we say or do, but about who we are and how we show up for each other, day after day.

💘 Cancer Moon composite: Their love is a haven, a sanctuary in a world that can often feel chaotic and uncertain. They create a space for each other that's safe and secure, a place where they can be vulnerable and authentic without fear of judgment or rejection.

In each other's presence, they find solace and comfort, a feeling of coming home that's both familiar and reassuring. They understand each other on a level that goes beyond words, their hearts and souls intertwined in a dance that's both beautiful and sacred.

Emotions are shared freely in this space, for they know that true connection requires the courage to be vulnerable and the willingness to listen with an open heart. They hold space for each other's pain and joy, their love serving as a beacon of light in the darkest of times.

For them, love is also an anchor, a tether to the world that keeps them grounded and centered. They remind us that in a world that's constantly changing, the one constant we can rely on is the love that we share with those closest to us. It's a love that transcends the ordinary, a love that's both unique and eternal.

💘 Sagittarius Moon composite: They are more than just lovers, they are best friends, their bond rooted in a deep and authentic connection that transcends the ordinary. They share a rare and beautiful kind of love, one that's built on a foundation of laughter, growth, and exploration.

They are each other's biggest cheerleaders, pushing each other to become the best version of themselves and encouraging each other to explore the depths of their potential. Together, they find joy in the pursuit of higher learning, embracing the world with open hearts and curious minds.

Their love is a journey of discovery, one that's filled with new experiences and adventures, one that makes you feel alive. They indulge in the magic of the world together, savoring each moment with a sense of wonder and excitement. Despite their need for individual freedom, they never tire of each other's company.

They remind us that the best kind of love is one that's rooted in friendship, in a deep and authentic connection that goes beyond the superficial. For in the heart of true friendship lies the key to unlocking the full potential of the human experience.

💘 Aquarius Moon composite: Their relationship is built on a foundation of mutual respect and understanding, a deep appreciation for each other's unique qualities and preferences. They're both highly idealistic emotionally, driven by big dreams and a desire to make a difference in the world.

In their partnership, they recognize each other's potential and provide unwavering support and encouragement to help each other achieve their goals. They approach matters of the heart with a sense of clarity and precision, able to articulate their emotions in a way that's both logical and deeply felt.

Their love is a journey of discovery and growth, one that requires patience, dedication, and a willingness to see the world through each other's eyes. They understand that a healthy relationship requires a deep sense of empathy and the ability to communicate effectively, even in times of stress or conflict.

For them, love is not just a feeling, but a choice, a commitment to each other's growth and well-being. They remind us that a successful relationship requires hard work and dedication, but that the rewards of true love are worth every effort.

💘 Ascendant 10th house synastry: Mutual admiration is the foundation of their connection, a deep and genuine appreciation for each other that goes beyond surface-level attraction. They may have met in a public setting, amidst the noise and chaos of the world around them, but their hearts were drawn together in a way that felt inevitable.

Perhaps they had heard about each other before their encounter, but it was in that moment that they truly saw each other for who they were. Two individuals, each with their own unique qualities, coming together in a way that felt natural and effortless.

In each other's presence, the world falls away, and they're left with a deep and profound connection that speaks to the power of true chemistry. They remind us that sometimes, the most meaningful connections can be found in the most unexpected of places, and that it's the quality of the connection that matters most.

💘 Ascendant 11th house synastry: There's a magic that surrounds them, a feeling of ease that envelops them from the moment they meet. Conversations flow effortlessly between them, like a gentle stream meandering through the forest, each thought and idea sparking a new connection. They find a friend in each other, someone who understands them on a deep and profound level.

In the 11th house, they find a higher ideal, a connection that transcends the ordinary and reaches for the stars. They've found their "ideal type," a partner who shares their values, their passions, and their dreams. It's a feeling of coming home, of finding someone who sees the world through the same lens.

This placement also signifies the power of online encounters, a reminder that connections can be made in the most unexpected of places. They may have met through the digital realm, but their bond is as real and tangible as any other.

Together, they embody the beauty of true connection, of finding someone who understands and accepts them for who they are. They remind us that the world is full of magic and wonder, and that sometimes, all we need to do is open our hearts to find it.

💘 Sun in 1st house composite: Their love is a force of nature, a vibrant and pulsating energy that radiates from their very being. To them, the relationship means everything, and they pour their hearts and souls into tending and perfecting it. They're like two flames dancing together, their attraction burning brightly, igniting the world around them.

In each other's embrace, they find a home, a place of safety and belonging. They bring out the best in each other, inspiring and motivating one another to be the best version of themselves. They're like two sides of the same coin, perfectly complementing each other, and yet each unique in their own way.

In the presence of this couple, others cannot help but feel the intensity of their love. It's a love that's all-encompassing, leaving no room for anyone else. They are inseparable, two halves of a whole, their energy intertwining in a dance that's both beautiful and mesmerizing.

They're a super expressive couple, unafraid to show their true selves to the world. Their love is unapologetic and raw, a testament to the power of vulnerability and authenticity. They remind us that love is not just a feeling, but a choice, a commitment, and a journey of growth and self-discovery.

💘 Sun in 7th house composite: Together, they are a symphony of souls, each note blending seamlessly into the other, creating a melody that resonates with the universe. It's a rare and beautiful thing to witness, for they complement each other in ways that go beyond words. From what I observe, these couples see a future with each other, a future that's intertwined with love, trust, and commitment.

Even if they don't express it outwardly, there's an unspoken bond that ties them together, a feeling of wanting to keep the other close that's ever-present. Publicly, they strive to be the "ideal couple," one that's admired and emulated, and they're often sought after for their relationship advice.

But there's a seriousness to this placement, a need to formalize things with time, to solidify their commitment to each other. They understand that relationships are not built on fleeting moments, but on the foundation of trust, communication, and dedication. And they're willing to put in the work to make it last.

In this partnership, there's also a desire to grow individually, to bring more to the table, to be the best version of themselves for each other. For they know that in committing to each other, they're committing to a journey of growth, of becoming, of evolving together.

The themes of commitment and trust run deep in this placement, anchoring them to each other with an unbreakable bond. For they know that in each other's embrace, they've found a home for their hearts.

love,

saint jenx🪐

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CHAPTER # 0

"Is it still following us?" whispered Wally over to Artemis as they amble deeper into the dark and ominous facility.

"Yeah, it's still behind us trying to be sneaky" snorted playfully Artemis as she glanced behind her to see the small mirage of a kid following them, said kid was actually just floating slightly off the floor and walls, peering at them with curiosity and caution. But to Artemis, she knew that usually spirits weren't as scared towards people like it was; she had met Secret before and hadn’t been scared at all towards them, but she feels this one is different... he’s way different from Secret...

'Do you think he's a stuck spirit like Secret?' she pondered into the telepathy link to the rest to the team; Zatanna who was near the front nodded, not looking back at them 'he does feels different from Secret tho, but he feels more like an astral projection to me'

'What does that word mean, the astral projection thing?' Megan inquired curiously at the same time she looked over Robin who was near front, checking some blueprints into his hologram wristband not looking where he was walking but still leading the group without tripping on anything, 'Isn't it the same for all ghosts?'

Zatanna shook her head as she walks closer to the martian 'not all ghosts are form the same way; some are form after resentments, some form after experiencing strong emotions' she lectures them as she automatically lights up a spell to brighten the hallway a bit better ‘astral are humans with the ability to move his soul out of his body at will’

‘That means there’s still an unknown child’s body lying around here?’ Kaldur said bitterly as he lighted his marks unknowingly, infuriated at the prospect of an innocent still trapped in here ‘Megan can you pinpoint his location or maybe connect to his body indirectly?’

‘I can give a try-’ A sudden screeching sound cut out the mind link abruptly, making the team stagger in place, Connor grunted annoyed as he grabbed his head in pain ‘who caused this interference just now?!’

"not that way" whispered the small sprite, who was now in the front of the group, his voice sounded as if was glitched “follow” fading sigly in front of them, the team looked at each other before nodding and following the astral as it reappeared a couple of meters down one of the hallways down a flight of stairs “down there”

“Is your body still down there?” Kaldur said softly to the mirage, the child nodded “Robin what do you read, is something down there?”

“there are some empty rooms already the league checked-” “is down there” interrupted the child “hidden… find the room”

-TBC-

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fantasydreamland · 6 months ago

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Lonely Nights

khaleesi x fem reader

Summary: You were her handmaiden in Pentos. You followed her and the khalasar when she married Khal Drogo. You have been by her side through all the heartbreak after he died. You all continue your travels and one lonely night Daenerys invites you to her tent for comfort.

Notes: 18+ ONLY!!!! soft khaleesi, wlw, inspired by that doreah scene, smutttt, fluff, some spoilers

word count: 1016

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“You called for me Khaleesi?” You say as you enter her tent late at night.

“(y/n), yes… I just cannot find sleep. Truthfully it has been difficult sleeping alone.” She says sadly, “An odd request to ask of you but- would you just lay with me?”

“Uh, yes, of course, Khaleesi.” You say a bit timid.

She moves to make room for you as you climb into her bed and lay beside her. She sighs, stuck in thought.

“If you want to talk with me Khaleesi, you know I am here to listen.” You gently say.

“I don’t know. I have just been feeling so dreadful after everything that has happened.” She confesses. “My nights have been restless.”

“Of course Khaleesi. You have been through so much of late. It is no wonder your mind won’t silence.” You say as you both slightly turn to face eachother.

“It has felt rather lonely…” she sighs. “You are truly the only person I feel I can trust (y/n)”

“I am glad to be the one who you can depend on.” You give a soft smile.

She smiles at your words and gazes into your eyes creating unknown tension between you. Her beauty was even more breathtaking up close like this.

You clear your throat to break the tension.

“Hmm,” she smiles turning her face. “I suppose I should try and get some rest.”

“Of course, Khaleesi. I will be right here.” You give a soft smile.

You both drift off to sleep until she gasps waking from a nightmare. You jolt awake.

“Are you alright Khaleesi?” you ask, concern in your voice.

“Yes. Yes. I-I’m fine.” She pants. “Just another dream.”

She turns to you and her startled face softens.

“It is nice to see your face when I wake though.” She lightly brushes hair from your face. “Thank you for staying with me.”

“Of course, Khaleesi.” You almost whisper, lightly touching her arm.

She lightly touches your arm in response, giving you a grateful look. This leads to delicate appreciative touches on eachothers arms, hair, cheeks. The electricity between you becoming more intense. She holds your cheek for a moment, her soft doe eyes looking longingly into yours. You feel your heart stop. You watch her quickly glance to your lips and back to your eyes. You do the same, your stare lingering on her lips for a longer moment before meeting her gaze again.

She slightly shuffles closer to you, and you do the same, her hand still on your cheek and your eyes never parting. You both continue to slowly move closer to eachother until you’re merely a breath away.

Her eyes continue to gaze into yours, with a more heated look. The moment is unbearably slow as you inch your faces closer until you connect with the lightest kiss, lips barely touching. After parting you both look at eachother, eyes full of lust and excitement, before meeting your lips again. You moan as your tongues gently dance together, it slowly builds into a deeper more passionate kiss. She pulls your body closer against her and you move to straddle her, lips never parting. Her breath hitches as you begin to grind against her, she grabs your hips to aid your movements.

Your lips part as you sit up, rhythmically moving your body on her creating friction of pleasure. The new position adding more pressure. You both breathe heavily as you now move back and forth faster, harder, her fingers digging into your hips and yours into her legs behind you. She gazes up at you admiring all of your beautiful features. You do the same admiring her golden beauty below you.

As your heavy breaths turn into whimpers and moans her hands wander slowly up and down your body. You both let out a long final moan as fireworks explode within your bodies. The whole khalasar able to hear but neither of you could find care in that moment.

With heavy breaths your lustful eyes meet once again. You both break into a small smile and giggle until her eyes turn heated once more. You gasp as she quickly grabs you and flips you over, laying on top of you. You moan as she boldly kisses your lips hard before moving down your neck and chest. She moves below your shirt and kisses down your stomach as her hands push up your skirts. Without hesitation she moves her mouth onto your core drawing a loud whimper from your throat. Your hands nestle into her golden hair as her tongue expertly licks your bundle of nerves. She slowly slips in her fingers causing a long groan from you. She moans against you at the way you tighten around her. Her tongue hits the perfect rhythm as her fingers move slowly in and out of you. You pant and moan as you begin to reach your second peak, grinding against her face. Her fingers suddenly speed up causing wave after wave of pleasure to hit you. You cry out her name before letting out a final heavy breath.

She gives a shy smirk as she moves back up and lands her lips on yours, tasting yourself on her tongue. You quickly push up her skirts and she yelps as you pull her onto your face. Before you’ve really even begun she already cries out, quickly hitting her own second peak as she rides out the wave of it against your mouth. She looks down at you with heavy eyes before plopping down on the bed beside you.

You lay face to face and give bashful smirks and giggles. She looks at you like she wants to speak but doesn’t know what to say.

“Goodnight Khaleesi.” You smile and brush her hair from her face.

“Goodnight (y/n).” She blushes and gives a soft smiles back.

You watch her quickly drift off to sleep before you follow right after. Khaleesi had the first peaceful sleep in a long time. No longer awakening to nightmares, but waking up to the relief of seeing your lovely face laying beside her.

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atonalginger · 4 months ago

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Follow Me Deeper Into The Unknown, final update

The final 2 chapters are now up on ao3! Mainly because I just couldn't sit on them any longer, partly because I like releasing a smut chapter with non-smut to even it out if I can.

Chapter 4: Feel The Beating In Your Chest* (explicit smut)

Lyssa gets frustrated over Delgado's insistence to help and care for her, causing her to lash out. The intrepid explorer pieces together what's she needs and Lyssa is left speechless.

Chapter 5: There's Fear In Letting Go

The duo (and Vasco) reach New Atlantis and are greeted by an unwelcome face. As if the day could not get worse, the artifacts have one last trick up their sleeve.

To start from the beginning with chapter 1 you can click here.

and as always, a sneak peek from early in chapter 4 under the read more.

“They have to be worth it and they weren’t this time…” Lyssa shook her head, trying to get those words to stop playing back in her head. Just words. They’re hollow. No one would actually mean that.

“How’s your arm?” he asked from behind her.

Once again he’d crept up on her, causing her to jump and elbow him hard in the chest. Unfortunately for Lyssa the arm that swung back was her right, the impact sending a shockwave up her bicep that caused her to yelp in pain.

“Mierda, I thought you heard me that time,” he took her arm and gently wrapped his other arm around her back as she turned around, “I was scuffing my boots just for you.”

She rolled her eyes and with words dripping in sarcasm said, “oh, gee thanks mister.”

“I mean it,” he sounded concerned.

“Sure you did,” she gave him a look, “just like all the other times you snuck up on me today?”

“That was different.”

“Was it?” she asked sharply, “decided after the rooftop to stop tempting Fortune’s fate?”

He ignored her attitude and carefully rolled up her sleeve to look at the bandages, “looks alright but how does it feel, aside from being sore from that hit.”

“Just sore,” she pulled away and walked over to the navigation table to look at the map, to distract herself from all the feelings swirling around in her head, “It’s fine. I will deal.”

“I’ll grab something to help,” Delgado said, his boots scuffing the floor of the hab as he walked over to the kitchenette.

“I’m fine,” Lyssa insisted, “drop it.”

She hear him rummaging, clearly ignoring her again.

“I said drop it,” she turned around and saw him holding a water pack and a bottle of pills, “keep them for someone who deserves them.”

He raised his scarred eyebrow and approached her, holding out the water pack, “take it.”

She batted the water away, the little plastic bag bouncing off the ladder and landing on the floor.

“This whole ‘tough it out’ shit is just going to make healing take longer,” he sat the pill bottle down on the navigation table and turned to retrieve the water, “You don’t have to prove anything here. No one will see you as weak for taking a fucking naproxen.”

“And what do you care?” Lyssa slapped the pill bottle off the table, managing to hit the ladder again, the bottle landing in front of Delgado, “and don’t say ‘because we’re a team’, that’s mossgnath shit and we both know it.”

He sighed through his nose and picked up the bottle as well before standing back up, “No it’s not,” he walked back to her with an intensity he hadn’t shown before, “as long as you’re on this ship I will not tolerate you trying to self destruct so shut up and take the meds.”

She looked him up and down, “and what are you going to do if I don’t?”

Delgado smacked the water and pill bottle down onto the navigation table and marched away to the cockpit without a word.

“Nothing,” she taunted, “you’ll do nothing.”

The table chirped, Lyssa pushing off and turning around to look at the display. The map was locked down, as was the grav drive, engines, and landing gears.

“I’m a patient man,” he leaned in the doorway, “we can leave as soon as you’ve taken one step at taking care of yourself.”

#atonalginger writes #starfield fanfiction #fanfic #Constellation!Delgado #starfield delgado #oc: Lyssa Shrike #Follow Me Deeper Into the Unknown #alternate universe #spice and drama

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werepuppy-steve · 1 year ago

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i keep thinking about that one bachelor au post so here's my take on it (i've never watched the bachelor or bachelorette so bear with me)

the bachelor au where steve's the bachelor and eddie is a contestant, but not because he actually wants to be, he's just in it for the paycheck. robin is also a contestant but only because her parents sent in her application without her knowing and she isn't out to them yet.

they both think that steve is overrated and definitely over hyped. typical rich kid with enough money to buy people's love, yada yada.

until they both start going on dates with him and then realize that it isn't exactly true. yes, he's rich, but he's also kind and funny and actually genuine once you get past the mask he puts on for everybody. eventually, eddie and robin find themselves looking forward to their dates.

only robin doesn't want to date him. he's slowly moving his way up the ranks to becoming her best friend, sure, but this is still tv. she's still expected to kiss him and confess her feelings for him. and when the time comes for her to do that, she can't.

they're in venice. steve is leaning in and robin is very aware of the cameras filming them. the back of her neck goes cold and her stomach churns and suddenly she's running in the opposite direction. her italian is passable so she ends up getting a taxi back to the hotel production put them in.

she locks herself in her en suite and presses her forehead against the cold porcelain. she doesn't know how long she sits there until her phone buzzes and she checks the notification. the nausea rises up her throat again. she forgot she gave steve her number.

there's a knock on her room door and another text.

r u ok? can i come in?

robin debates it but figures she owes him and explanation. she lets him in and they sit on the bathroom floor. robin tells him why she's on the show in the first place, about how she didn't know her parents signed her up until she got the phone call from the casting director. tells him that even if she gets kicked off, she can still use the money for her student loans.

she stares at the water in the toilet bowl when she comes out to him.

steve is quiet, processing, before he laughs. he's not laughing at her, he promises, but "robin. you're on a show with more than a handful of other queers, you know that, right? i'm bisexual."

and yeah, robin knew that, but it's different when you're not into the guy you're supposed to be romancing at all.

steve reassures her that it's okay, and that he still hopes they can be friends and keep in touch after the show ends.

robin would like that.

she apologizes to the production crew the next day and they're understanding and steve and robin get a re-do of their date. it's much more genuine this time, filled with laughs and digs as they eat gelato along the river and people watch and gossip.

it's the best robin's ever been on.

eddie, on the other hand. he's absolutely head over heels for steve, which is surprising even for him. he's trailer park trash, he's got absolutely nothing on steve harrington. not the name, not the money.

hell, the very first day, he insulted the guy's food choices right to his face without knowing it.

eddie wants the earth to give way underneath him and swallow him whole.

he plays it up on their first date, all fake niceties and empty smiles, until steve tells him point blank, "the guy that said the buffet was shit that first night? i want to get to know him."

eddie's flabbergasted.

steve opens up about all the fake people in his life, the ones who just take advantage of them and use him for their own gains. the ones who don't even bother to get to know the real him. the one that likes to play guitar and hang out with the gaggle of teenagers that follow him around all the time for some unknown reason.

he tells eddie about what he wants to do with his life, not what someone else has planned for him and eddie falls deeper and deeper.

this time, when steve leans in for a kiss, eddie doesn't shy away. their lips press together and it's the best goddamn kiss either one of them have ever had.

the show has a deadline, of course, and steve can't just spend all his time with eddie and robin. there are other contestants. robin knows her rose is strictly platonic and steve has already called her multiple times freaking out about his growing crush on eddie. she knows eddie has this in the bag.

the final night comes and the contestants have dwindled. there's only a small group of them left: eddie, robin, and another guy and girl they didn't bother learning the names of.

when steve chooses eddie after a moment of dramatic silence that kind of puts his own dm dramatics to shame, eddie doesn't hesitate to jump in steve's arms, wrap his legs around his waist, and plant a sloppy one on him right in front of the cameras.

#cj talks #something something steve goes on a tv show to find romance and ends up finding his romantic and platonic soulmates #steddie #steddie fic #cj writes #i liked being your schmuck #platonic stobin #the three muskequeers

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lunarw0rks · 1 year ago

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Simon would have a rough time trusting another person enough to have sex.

can you write something about his first time with the reader where he asks about consent for almost every move he makes?

I'd love a gender neutral reader but afab is good too❤️❤️

♡ PART TWO ♡ PART THREE ♡

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ first-time with simon ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ // warning(s): nsfw, gn!reader

it took long for him to admit his feelings for you. took even longer to do anything resembling intimacy. it's the deepest connection for him, though he doesn't look the type.

it's everything to him, and nothing simultaneously. he could have a healthy relationship that lacked sexual intimacy entirely, and wouldn't lose a wink of sleep.

but here he was — ready to test the waters.

it had to be an act of one hundred percent certainty with Simon. no regrets, no hard feelings, no uncomfortable moments. pure pleasure with someone he trusted.

none of it was planned, which both terrified and intrigued him.

you had arrived home like normal, shared a meal like normal. and then... somehow ended up all over each other — not normal for you two. but it wasn't rushed, it wasn't hot and heavy, it was natural. you were leaning into him heavier than before, kissing him even deeper.

it was as if your bodies had all the conversation up until this point — a silent decision that tonight was the night. "you sure about this, love?" Simon murmured, a thumb caressing your cheek as he looked for any inkling of doubt in your eyes. however, there wasn't any, not even a smidge.

whether you supplied a nod or a verbal cue, he continued to ask for them. he needed them, otherwise it didn't feel right. each layer of clothing, he asked. every new inch of flesh, he asked. Simon needed to know you were all there; not blinded by lust, not purely following his lead for the sake of a hasty release.

"can I take these off?" his fingers hovered over your undergarments, waiting until you nodded for him to roll them down your thighs. even when exposed in front of him, his mind was running a mile a minute. Simon relied on his hands first, since he kept his mouth busy looking for reassurance. "does that feel alright? you want 'em faster?" his need for consent oozed enough sex-appeal to begin with — but now you were greeted with a whole new him. still considerate, still frazzled, but even more attractive than you'd ever seen him.

you were sure his eyes never left you, because they didn't. whether he was making eye contact or watching his hands prepare you, they were always cemented.

sometimes the other hand would stay at his side until you were deeper in pleasure. then it would move to your chest, slithering up until he could caress your heated cheeks. his touch, even the innocent one, only heightened his ability to make you feel good.

he didn't know when to stop. what if you weren't really ready? what if he hurt you somehow? you physically had to snap him out of it. either by begging, or giving him a look of desperation — and it spoke volumes, indeed. you needed him, yearned for the part of Simon still unknown.

"say the words and i'll stop, love." once again, his gaze searched for discomfort, but found none. after a few moments of shuffling, he found a position that required little exertion — spooning you. his arms could remain tight around your waist, where he could hit all the right angles, and both parties could remain relaxed on the mattress.

and so it began; the slowest ease, the utmost restraint when he finally rid himself of his clothes. though you hadn't touched an inch of him, his arousal was evident. inch by inch, he guided himself into you, "we'll take it slow— just like this." he stuck to his words, halting if you ever needed a moment. he was still as a statue until you gave him the go-ahead to go all in. "does that feel good? you want more, hm? fuck, you feel good around me."

Simon finally started to enjoy it, too, though he remained calculated and observant. your own sounds and praises are what mattered most, always would to him. he could physically feel his trust building with you, as did he mentally.

whether common or uncommon, there were more nights like this to come in the future.

the night wasn't perfect by any means, but his forbearance was not something easily forgotten.

#mw2 #call of duty #task force 141 #mw2 fanfic #simon riley #task force 141 x reader #ghost mw2 #simon riley x reader #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley #simon riley headcanons #cod x reader #cod headcanons #141 headcanons #tf 141 x reader #ghost x reader #ghost headcanons #mw2 ghost #141 smut

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svndaysaweek · 5 months ago

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Addiction and Poisoning — {Feat. Minnie (& Miyeon)}

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A/N: It’s been months since the last time I posted something. This might not be the best I’ve written, but I did write something, nevertheless. I’ve been feeling the need to release something, and @i-am-lifeform24 thankfully gave me a precious opportunity to write something!!! So I’m posting it here too. Check out other fics from the ‘Curated Companions’ also!

*Drug use, choking, bondage, a bit of angst(…?)

******

Once in for all. You head to the bar you’re regular at. Everytime you tip a glass there, you experience a weird dream and when you wake up you’re in your bed, no memories of how you even made it there.

It’s happened several times already. To the point where you start to doubt if it really is a dream.

A charming bartender, nice drinks, and the addictive dream-like scenes you fragmentarily see like a deja-vu.

There are different versions of it, but all follow the same sequence: sit down, empty a glass or two, a little chirpy chit chat with the bartender and the very next blink she’s riding you in a frantic manner.

What haunts you the most is that you lose old memories too. The damage is disturbing, since even at work you don’t remember major events that happened. You really should stop drinking, and you're aware of it more than anyone.

You can’t explain, but you feel like you should just go there again. It’s an addiction, maybe. You know you should stop, but you don’t.

******

The door swings open with the little bells on it quirkily ringing. It’s a dim bar, with the calm noise of people talking and laughing with clinking sounds. Over the counter she’s wiping glasses, not in a tuxedo but in a white sleeveless shirt, long blonde hair over a shoulder and a pair of orbs in her eyes with the aura that a quartz gemstone would exude.

Hot, but not red-hot. Erotic, but not foul.

The very eyes in your dreams that you made roll back.

“Hi, long time! The usual?” Minnie’s grin blooms quickly as if she’s been waiting for you. Then she fixes it the next second, recognizing how unusual it is for a bartender to be as turgidly excited as her.

“I’d love to.” With a bite on her lip she turns around, takes a bottle of whiskey. Then enters a room in the back for a glass.

Your hand automatically takes your phone out of the pocket. You see a message from an unknown number saying ‘Hey we need to talk’, but before you can check Minnie returns with the glass and serves it to you.

“Are you shifting soon? Never seen you in that shirt before,” A sip, and another. The latter is because it tastes rather different. “Ah, this? How do I look?”

Gorgeous!

Gorge-

Gor-

…

******

“Yeah, that’s it…” Minnie’s hands are planted on your chest while her hips are senselessly grinding on your cock. The pace skyrockets and her nails dig into you deeper and deeper.

But dangerously you don’t feel the pain. You can only feel how tight she’s squeezing your cock, how sweaty her thighs are, how hot her breath is and how good she’s fucking you.

“Fuck, it gets better everytime… How can I stop fucking you like this…” Her hands are now in her hair, arms open and messing her own hair a bit.

She squeezes her own breasts before slightly choking you with both hands. You try to reach for her hands, which are cuffed to the bed. Minnie seems to enjoy the surprised look on your face, as her face descends to be just above yours with a pearly giggle.

“Bet Miyeon is all too vanilla to do this stuff to you in bed,” She whispers it right at your left ear before nibbling on it, making you flinch a bit.

“Miyeon? Who is-“

“Never mind, boy. I have only you and you—oh, god I’m close—have only me.” Minnie’s teeth leave a deep mark on your under lip. Her glance is now beyond enrapturing. It’s a poignant hypnosis with a tinge of coercion.

Only when she cums and squirts on your cock with a rather lunatic moan is the bewitching scrutiny alleviated. The sound of heavy breaths and the tickle of her fingers stroking on your chest is all that you can sense.

And you’re sprawled on the bed, exhausted, with your consciousness fading out. “I have only you, Minnie” is what you lethargically repeat until all becomes dark.

******

You have no idea how you ended up on your bed. Again. The last place you remember you were at last night was the bar.

Was it the whiskey after all?

Before you could even get out of your bed a headache swirls inside your head.

I had intense sex with Minnie again in the dream again.

She mentioned someone.

I received a text from someone who wanted to talk with me.

What could all this mean?

All of a sudden, a loud knock on the door shakes you awake from your thoughts.

“Who’s there?” You shout, and you hear a frustrated, urgent female voice.

“Honey, it’s me! Please open the door and let’s talk!” On the other side of the door there’s a woman standing. Anxious, upset and unfamiliar.

“Do I know you?” It’s a genuine question, because you don’t recognize her at all. “Honey, this is not funny. At all. Why the hell have you been ignoring all my-” The girl tries to grab your hand which you swiftly evade.

“Sorry, but what are you talking about?”

You’re gazing at her eyes then you’re forced to shut your eyes because of a headache like being shot in the temple.

“Babe!” Down the hallway is Minnie. You are so confused by her calling you that, but it must’ve been the drink. Should’ve drunk less.

“Babe?! Excuse me, but do you know him? Honey, do you know her?” Miyeon looks shocked, terrified, even. “I do. Why are you asking me that? Who are you?”

Disbelief shades her face. “H-honey… What are you talking about? I’m your fiancé! I’m Miyeon, don't you remember?” At the same time there’s a victorious grin on Minnie’s face.

“Seems the potion worked very well…” Minnie whispers in Miyeon’s ear, quiet enough for it not to make it to your ears.

You’re gazing at her eyes then you’re forced to shut your eyes because of a headache like being shot in the temple. Then all senses fuzz out.

******

“Don’t go too fast, Miyeon! It’s dangerous!” You’re on a bicycle following her, on a riverside road with cherry blossoms fluttering along the breeze. She briefly looks back at you, and the way her hair streams in the wind takes your breath. “You’re saying that because you can’t pass me!” She smiles playfully and speeds up ahead.

“What are you listening to?” She takes one of your earphones after sitting down next to you on the bench. “Just some classics. Autumn is a season of classics for me.” You turn your head in her direction and are stunned at how her look matches the color of the trees and sky ever so perfectly. She can only chuckle at your face.

“Oh my god, sweetheart, yes!” You’re down on one knee, putting a ring on her finger. She’s shedding tears with the happiest smile. “I love you, Miyeon.” You rise and hug her. Your hands are still shaking. Her shoulders shake from her crying.

“I love you too. I have only you. And you have only me.”

******

A/N.2: Check replies!

#kpop x male reader #kpop male reader #minnie smut #gidle smut

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tojis-favorite · 1 year ago

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Speechless

Your and Toji’s relationship was not a perfect one. You two were on and off, always arguing about the pettist things, so you took it upon yourself to suggest a break. There was no way you guys were going to break out of this cycle without some type apart to breathe.

Toji hated this; he was always checking up on you, sending you money out of nowhere. It didn't help that his friends were your biggest ops (not really lol). Let you even stand near another guy and it's being reported back to him within the hour.

That is exactly what was the case tonight. Your friend had done some serious convincing for you to go to this kickback that one of her friends was throwing. Deciding why not you got dressed, drank a little liquor and were now walking into the crowded house.

“Bitch this is not a kickback everyone and their mama is here.” You huffed out irritated already knowing one of Toji’s friends might be in the building. “You need to live who gives a fuck if there here.” She said dragging you deeper into the crowds of people.

Unknown to you, someone had already spotted you being one of tojis friend’s Geto (a/n omg imagine.) “Gojo do you see what I see?” Turning his head he sees you and your friend being approached by two guys getting ready to hit on you. Already having his phone out Gojo goes to his camera, snapping a picture of you smiling as the guy puts his hand on your lower back.

Sending it to Toji with the address attached he shows Geto his phone and they both laugh and continue to enjoy the party.

It has been well over forty minutes since you got to the party and you did not regret coming; you were meeting new people and you were having fun doing so. But you were hot and you knew you probably looked a mess due to the constant drinks you have been given to by your best friend.

“I need to go to the bathroom!” You exclaimed to your friend in the loud room and she gave you a thumbs up before walking behind you to look for the bathroom. “I can take her.” A deep voice chimed in and you side-eye your best friend to make sure she heard the same thing.

“Girl say the word and we’ll jump him right now.’’ She said seriously in her drunken state, shaking her head and saying “No it’s fine, i’ll be back.” You walk toward the staries to the bathroom. “Geto you guys make sure her friend is okay until we get back, make sure she drinks some water.” Toji told his two friends before making his way behind you.

Entering the bathroom first Toji follows behind you and closes the door locking it. Crossing his arms together the first thing he says is “This is what we're doing now?” Confused, you reply “What?” Toji tilts his head “What? Were we just letting random strangers in our face?” He said, mocking your voice.

“Toji don’t start this, I'm single-” “No you're not” his strong voice cuts in “You never have been and you never will be, no other person is going to take care of you the way I do and no other person can make you feel the way I do.”

Walking toward you he lifts you up on the bathroom sink and stands in between your legs. “When are you going to stop playing and come back to me?” You didn't know if it was the liquor in your system or if it was the way he said it (a/n it was both lmao) but you were feeling some type of way.

You did miss him and the in between of your legs were tingling… he must have known because he reached under your dress/skirt and put his fingers inside of you. “Your not wear any panties ethier I should fucking kill you.” He whispered in your ear as you leaned back into the mirror, mouth open as silent moans came out of your mouth.

Bending down Toji got on his knees as he circled his lips around your clit with his tongue and fingers going at the same pace. “Fuck Toji keep going please.” You begged pushing your hips deeper into his face causing him to groan with a mouth full of your pussy.

Going faster he shakes his head side to side as you felt his hair tickling the inside of your thighs. Grabbing his head you move your hips to feel your release approaching as your whole body starts to shake.

Put in a split second you feel nothing. The knot in your stomach is no longer there. Toji fingers were no longer inside of you and his mouth was no longer giving you pleasure.

“Come on Ms. Single lady I need to get you and your bestie home.” Toji smirks as he pulls you off of the counter and pushes you toward the door

Leaving you unfinished and speechless.

Sorry for being gone for so long a lot was happening in my personal life. I do have a surprise for next month so stay tuned!

I low key wanna start writing for Connie from aot should I?

Part 2???

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moonieandi · 3 months ago

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snapshots pt. 9 | stanley pines x f!reader

Summary: stanley has a restless night in April, and comes to a (not) shocking realization. a continuation of year 5, particularly concerning dreams

warnings (TW): swearing, slight-panic, some suggestive content

tags: mutual-pining, fluff, action, affection

notes: short but purposeful part pls listen to meeeee // side note so sorry everyone me is going thru v big girl problems w jobs and moving so apologies for the shortness but i did almost put just as much time into it as usual (typical im a perfectionist till i die) but ya again thanks for the love, support, the comments, like omg did i ever think id actually be kinda cool online? No i never thought that. All the follows?? The messages?? Like yall are too kind omgggg <333 much love to everyone though!!! Hope you enjoy, and again if you’d like to be tagged just comment :)

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April, 1987

He had moved his clothes into her dresser drawers come February.

Actually she did, while he slept in her clean sheets and tucked into her nest of blankets. He had quickly fallen ill after he turned from blue to red in their bathtub that late January day. Despite this, he did not stop shivering for a solid two days, during which his Doc’ rushed to and from his bedside with new washcloths for his burning foggy head and with soup to flush out the heat of his body.

Well, it was actually her bedside.

His Doc’ made quite the Doc’ though. He remembers flashes of being sick as a child, of having his mother creep in through his childhood room’s doorway to brush her long fingers across his forehead. She never crowded, but she always would linger in the hallway, waiting to be called upon, their landline propped in her hand. His wife was quite the opposite though, she rushed in through doorways, pushed into his space, and spoke in much more frantic cadences. She tried to soothe but he could tell bedside manner was a foreign thing to her, and he didn’t blame her for that. It was quite endearing, how worried she was for his wellbeing.

He was under the fog of a fevor for several days, and bedbound for the rest of the week fighting exhaustion. It was odd to wake without her visage by his side. A book propped in her lap, her fingers twined into the sheets and worrying over the cotton fabric. She routinely cleaned the room also, moving from shadowed corner to shadowed corner, checking for god knows what. He’d wake to her sometimes, pacing the room in the dark. She was not well when he was unwell. Didn’t know how to compartmentalize him disappearing in front of her, worried about his waning sanity and lightheadedness.

But it went away by the turn of the week, and when he woke again it was February, and his Doc’ had worn away in his absence. He quickly turned the treatment to her, worried about her hunched posture and weak wrists. Her bags were deeper than ever and her clothes wrinkled from her continued pulling at them. A stack of books by her bedside chair and his clothes in her dresser drawers.

He took it with some unknown grace, taking care of her. Found it natural to shoo her to bed and scold her to lie under her own cotton sheets. Smiling and goofing with her as he tucked her in extra tight. He had less of a habit of lingering though, coming and going with ease, carrying her new books and magazines from the mail. She’d read until her eyes grew tired again, and he’d come by the next hour to find her reading material propped against the bedsheets and her head drooping to her chest.

Food was harder though, he’d admit he knew a select few things to actually make. The majority of them being breakfast foods, fast and easy. He hadn’t had a stable kitchen to cook in for over a decade before all this. He would peer over her shoulder during dinner at times, helping her chop things and adding spices here and there. But he couldn’t recall anything in the face of his worry, so he fed her breakfast foods for a solid week. Something she laughed at heartily, taking her plate from his flushed embarrassed self.

She was more herself, more present in the waking world come the second week of February. She had more pep in her step and a wider smile than he remembers. She was more quick to affection and giggling in his presence. More keen to spend nights watching movies in front of the T.V., more eager to arrange herself beside him on the couch. More frequently put her head on his shoulder, more often than not peering up at him. Periodically reached for him now with open palms.

He had pushed off the thought. The faded memory of the tub felt like a lifetime ago. The piercing humid water, the yellow fog of the bathroom, and her head crested into his chest. The way he trembled when he reached for her, the caress of his fingers against the apple of her cheek. The way she looked then, looked at him like there was a promise of salvation in the warmth of his lips against her cheek. He remembers the depth of the declaration they shared, something no longer unspoken between them.

Except he believed it to be a fading dream in the turn of February.

Thought it may be one of his stuttering dreams of having her close, those dreams where he took her in the confidence of her bedroom. Dreams where he folded her body into his because it meant something. Something sickly sweet about the dreams of them across the kitchen table, of the way a gold band glinted on her ring finger when she reached for him. In those dreams, he had memories of washing her, sharing baths and kisses, and car rides with music and laughter. One’s where he leaned over the middle of the long bench and kissed her and didn't think about the swerving of the car or the heat of her gaze. In those dreams it meant something, he thought it meant something, that he was her’s.

It aligned with many a daydream-turned-nightmare he had had. Nightmares where she left, took what little she could call her own and disappeared in the fleeting of the night. Nightmares of her crumpled body and shaking voice, a violence he didn’t understand. It’d shake him awake and have him stumbling from doorway to doorway. To make sure she was there before anything else.

But now he didn’t have to grasp doorframes and splintered wood to see her in the dead of the night. Because they had not parted since that January day, that day he swore when he woke in February must be a twisted figment of his own imagination. Only now, awake in the dead of the night in April could he swallow the truth of it all.

Stanley was not a calculating man. He did not think in fragments and pieces, and he was not one to quantify things in small details so much he worried himself into a stupor. That was more her forte, something he’d pull her out of on the regular. He thought in long-terms and wishes and aspirations. He reached for dreams and planned his life in accordance with past grudges. There were no calculations in the assurance that he had said was he said, said she was his. A breadth of possession he only thought attainable in those dreams he searched for.

It burned him sometimes, to catch her looking. Forsook the thought he ever believed her longing for him to be a distant relic in his subconscious mind. She looked at him now most days, a clear edge in her eyes. The ones he had seen in dreams, a heat he memorized long ago. Something he swore he saw long ago. Something familiar, her eyes reminding him of fleeting dreams turned memory, of kisses in their car over the dash. The same edging heat he remembers. Where he called her his own, the memory that he thought was a tortuous dream for a solid fifteen days.

The only time he counts, between folded cards on a poker table and days between dreams and her. His aspirations had shifted in a mere 1,735 days. Four years and some change since he had that dream turned memory, of her crawling heat upon his lap. Her teeth sunk into the crook of his shoulder.

A shoulder she dug into now. Her head nestled into the junction of his arm every night since February. Something unspoken about the way they lived in each other's space now. Something inconsequential and flippant about sharing their warmth.

At times it was difficult sharing this space. He would usually find relief in their departure from each other some nights, those nights she’d make for her bedroom doorframe alone were a distant memory. She’d drag his frame to the edge of her bed now, her shirt pooled around her bare legs, a pleading look in her eye when she rolled the blankets back and invited him in. A reminder of a dream.

Partially why he was even awake now in the dead of the Spring night. Her warmth was inviting and it had awoken something eager in him. He would usually find some sort of… physical relief in the deep dark of night when he'd lie alone in his own bed. But his new bed had an extra guest who just happened to be the possession of many of his desires. Normally he would check, crawling to the edge of his bed to peer at her silhouette across the hall, ensuring that she was asleep. It would be a weight off his lower back after he concluded in relieving his frustrations that had built up throughout the day. Usually followed by the all too typical sense of guilt. Because she had been there when he closed his eyes. The waking version of his dream, just asleep across the hall.

An accumulation of dire frustration pooled now at the bottom of his spine. To be so close to her, so familiar with the curve of her body along his own, but to not possess her in a more intimate way was hard. Frustrating, even. He wanted possession of her on a deeper level, a proof of concept to the edging of his lips along her cheek and the declaration on his tongue. He drept of kissing her now in the waking world also. Of tangling his body closer to her own, taking her in the confidence of her bedroom. Of their bedroom. He wanted to share more spaces with her over dashboards and bathtubs now.

But he didn’t know how. She had him fumbling in that foolish teenage boy kind of way, despite his climbing age. He’d regret the time spent fussing over the smaller details like she always does. He wasn’t used to working in fragments and fractions of thoughts.

She had already been so overcome with the memory of still water she refused to leave his side. Had spilled her guts in the porcelain of the tub in January. He didn’t know what possessed him now to stutter around the thought of her. It would come to a precipice soon, one day. The feeling would possess him and he’d declare himself something more to her, ask for the lie shared between them to become a reality. Ask her to marry him before ever having uttered what real husbands tell their wives. Big words that would stumble from his mouth, the closest he’s ever been to obsession, having her folded into his body. Her warmth made him gooey and his lips loose and in the dead of the night he thought he would say it to her there.

That he loved her.

September, 1987

The summer passed as it usually did. Scattered memories shared between them now of evenings on their porch and nights spent tipsy in front of the T.V.

They danced between each other now. Warm hands met in the dark of the setting sun on the back porch most days. Her head deep within the crook of his shoulder each evening when they’d converge in front of the T.V. Warmth shared between them in the dead of the night, blankets moving off the bed in the heat of the summer. He’d lean into it all now, too. Linger his lips along her forehead and laugh more readily in her presence. Their eyes would meet most days now, an amusement shared between them both in their hesitancy to break any tension.

She was not keen to leave his presence in the slightest these days, either. She had trouble in doorways and dark hallways. Didn’t like turning over her shoulder line to look for him. Followed him into rooms and up the stairs now. She hadn’t let him disappear from her site since February, since she became so ill with her worry all she could do was skim books and wait for him to return in between consciousness.

He did not shake her from this fear of hers. He walked away with some of his own. Remembering the cool seeping into his lungs, the choking of water in his throat. Remembering the height at which he emerged from the dark ice. The height he had fallen from the beasts’ maw had frightened him beyond reason, almost more than the dark of the water. The water was familiar to him at least, but the height at which his head cracked against the ice had him waking from falling dreams at times. He was sure if she hadn’t surged forward that day to embed the ax into the beast's neck he would have fallen from an even higher height. That he may have been dead.

So he understood, her need for his visage to be within eyesight. Understood waking dreams and following him through doorways now. But dreams were dreams and they couldn't live in technicalities. She loved technicalities though, she thought in fragments and of far-off realities that would never be. She was imaginative in the worst way, in the worrying way.

Which was why she looked oh so small in the passenger seat today, the looming elementary school sitting right behind her. School was starting, and she was going to be away all day.

They had not separated in quite some time, even before the whole January turned February turned dream turned reality. They separated between walls and hallways, but usually, not even doors got between them. Doors felt like a trap to him even to this day, something she understood inherently.

“Ya gotta go Doc’.” He hummed, reaching for her hand now. Something he didn’t hesitate to do, his palm faced up.

She breathes, nodding. Her foot tapping away at the car floor, her bulging bag held to her front. She allowed him to reach for her, meeting him in the middle of the long bench. Her fingers cresting over and playing with his own. “I know, I know, I know.”

She keeps nodding, her hand reaching for her chest again. Rubbing along her heart in a self-soothing way. She had been doing that all morning, since breakfast.

He had pushed off opening the shack, wanting to drop her off that morning for her first day. She had been so eager when she found the application to be a teacher’s assistant tucked into the back of the newspaper’s classifieds late last year. She was set to help out in a crowded first-grade classroom that day. Something she had been so eager to do. Before she remembered the balm to her anxieties would be far from her reach.

It had been hard, the thought of leaving him all day. She had laughed when she applied, thinking about how Stanley would pout at her across the kitchen table every morning during the school year. How he’d wait for her to come home, dreamed of him needing her. But in a weird twist of fate, it would be her, her watching the clock in the coming hours. Waiting for his figure to crest back over the horizon line, to greet her in the warmth of the car and joke with her all the way home.

God, she would miss him. She hadn’t been parted from him since she burst through the shack’s front door. Since she wandered in through the doorway like a mad woman, taken by his image even then.

It was even harder now, the thought of him disappearing in murky black water was the centerpiece of dark thoughts these days. The edge of all her anxieties since January. She didn’t want to part from him, because what if something happened to him in her absence? What if he went somewhere she could not follow?

She knew the fear was misplaced. Knew Stanely would not disappear from her forever. He would go about his day much the same way he had all summer. He’d get dressed, put on his father’s hat, and give tours and swindle eager mothers all day. The tourists had flooded in out of town early this season, eager for the northern fall colors that would soon seep into the treeline around their home.

Despite knowing this, her heart would not stop. Anxious about having him drive so far from her. Did he know? Know she needed his soothing presence? Know that the root of all her anxieties surrounded him most days now?

He did of course, he read her mind in a greater capacity than ever in the last couple of years. Knew her tells from the change of her face and the grip of her hand. Knew her playing with his fingers was a distraction and her scrunched brow spoke of the restless night she had beside him.

“Hey, look at me.” He takes her chin now, moving her head from the dash to him. His dark eyes were warm in the very early morning light. Kids would be here soon, flooding into the hallways, and she was supposed to be there to greet them. He knew she wanted this, so eager at the thought of teaching and helping. She had been planning activities and how to best introduce herself to six-year-olds for weeks now. She wanted this, but it came at the cost of splitting, splintering their shared connection for a day.

“You can do this honey. I know you can.” He looks so sure at her, his head tilted and a smile creeping onto his face. “Do you know why I know that?”

She hums. “Why?”

“Because you’re smart.” He nods, continuing, despite her scoff. “And you’re good, and you’re patient, and you’re kind, and you’re warm.”

She laughs. “Warm?”

“Ya, warm. You got that face on ya’, kids will approach you at random I know it. Got that glow about you. You’re pretty like that.” His hand reaching now to brush some hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear.

She heats up beside him, back suddenly straight. “Pretty?”

“You heard me.” He laughs too, like he’s known it forever, thought it forever. Like he was recounting the morning newspaper comics to her. Like it amused him that she didn’t know. That he thought she was pretty.

She breathes. That might just get her through the day. Maybe through the month. That and the hot streak along her cheek to her ear. His hand warm as he pulls her across the middle of the long bench. He bends her into him, practiced from a dream turned reality from a time before. Drags his lips along the apple of her cheek, his scruff rubs against her. His lips warm along her, a heated path from her cheek to her ear again as he whispers between them.

“Pretty, angel.”

It catches her breath now when he calls her that. He does it at the most opportune times now. “Honey” made her heart beat fast and her face flush, but “angel” made heat gather below her stomach. Resurfaced a dream from long ago of his weight above her and his lips so close to her jugular it makes her gasp at the memory of it. He only says it, angel, when they are close now. When she is tucked into his shoulder on the couch or in the early birdsong of morning, their arms and chests tangled together.

It always makes her surge, makes her more alert. Made her think of far-off dreams of wedding bands and kids she swore were her own. That’s what she wanted to remember from those nightmares, at least. What she reached for in her current reality. She wasn’t used to working in dreams and long-gone wistful thinking though. But she’d try, try to be braver in the waking world.

So she nods, breaking from his warmth. A beginning bell broke her from the trance of his eyes and the warmth of his big warm hands. He was still in his jeans and a rumpled t-shirt, hair a mess on the crown of his head. She hoped he’d stay the same when he returned. That he’d look just like this to her.

She sighs, reaching for her bag, shuffling papers deep into the overflowing open zipper at the top. She turns back to him, reaching for his hand now, palm warm against him as she brings his hand to her lips unthinking. Holding his hand close to her face, cupping it, cradling her face in its warmth.

“Goodbye, Mr. Pines.”

He laughs, but she doesn’t miss the rise of redness to the tips of his large ears.

“Goodbye, Mrs. Pines.”

She reaches for her door, opening it herself for the first time since meeting him. He yells, “Wait!” Rushing from his seat and the idling parked car to run along the front of the car, reaching and opening her door for her. A funny flourish to his hand, and a fake bow as she folds and steps out of the car.

He closes the door promptly, outstretching his arms to actually encase her, to actually say goodbye to her now. Her hands along the expanse of his back, fingers crooked into the collar of his shirt. He sighs again, letting go of the warmth between them. His head still tucked forward, his lips greeting the curve of her hairline. Whispering along her head, “Goodbye for now.”

She sighs again, shoulders slumped and bag hefty along her back. “Goodbye for now.”

It’s the hardest thing, to turn from him. But the rush of children now seeping into the school reminds her she’s at least five minutes late for her very first day. For her very first actual job since working alongside Stanford. It makes the doubt turn in her veins, only reassured by the shadow of him behind her.

And when she turns there, searching over her shoulder line he’s still there, leaning against the car, like he had been waiting for her to turn again. Firm and whole and handsome and hers entirely. Reminds her of a faint dream when he waves again, a glint she swore was on his finger. A golden band she remembers and a promise he swore of never leaving her again, not like that.

She thinks to say it then, entirely loud and brief between their distances. Thinks of phrases whispered close to her ears and folded into her arms. A familiarity in the sentiment, but entirely foreign on her tongue. Something unspoken between syllables she cannot voice now, standing at the entrance to the small school. Taken by his image, has words almost stumbling out of her mouth like a mad woman.

She thinks to tell him then and there, that she loves him.

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