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lovely-keii · 1 year ago

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being their sibling

characters: tsukishima kei, oikawa tooru, suna rintarou

a/n: i write a fic every time i rewatch hq LOL sorry ik i said im abandoning this blog buuuut…happy bday to this blog!! (repost from 1/5 because tags broke :(( )

part 1

TSUKISHIMA KEI

looks out for you, but he can’t help that hes so emotionally constipated :’( he tries to give you advice because he genuinely is concerned for you but just is unable to word anything properly. see: “you need to stop talking to that person, you’re being a pushover,” but he just wants you to realize you’re letting people walk all over you.

god forbid he has to comfort you because hes the wrong brother for that - you’re definitely in better hands with akiteru. he might walk in on you crying and contemplate if he’ll even say anything or just ignore it flat out, or he’ll say something like “don’t cry, you look stupid.” if you cry more, he’ll end up swallowing his pride and sitting next to you. he’ll groan and reluctantly, “fine, spill it.”

other than that, he’s going to be a sneaky little prick. definitely the type to take revenge on you if you annoy him. you eat the last piece of chocolate he was saving and suddenly you find your charger hidden deep under your bed. also loves to take things without your permission. “why? i’m just using it, it’s not like you need it now.”

if someone picks a fight with you, he’ll be quick to extract you from the situation before saying something ruder and harsher than usual to the person. and if you tell him you like someone from his team, he’s going to look at you like you’re crazy. “are you insane?!” he’s honestly more bewildered than upset. doesn’t let you anywhere near the gym. he can make an exception for yamaguchi though. “at least it’s not hinata…or worse, kageyama.”

OIKAWA TOORU

your life is never boring with this guy as your brother. you’re literally being dragged everywhere, practices, shopping, team events… you’re like “i’m not even part of the team.” he goes “we can fix that!” and the next day you find out that you’re the manager for the boys’ volleyball team. huh, wonder how that happened.

oh my god, he MILKS you being his manager. “hold my drink, my fans are calling.” “y/n get my towel please.” you’re absolutely seething at the power trip that this guy is on. eventually, you start doing all that for his other team members and not for him, and he gets so whiney. “y/n you’ll get big ugly iwaizumi a towel but not your own sweet brother?!” that earns him a spike to the head from iwaizumi.

he tells you all the gossip about the school, because believe me, he knows A LOT of things. he’ll do his skin care while he forces you to listen to his gossip, cue him getting mad if you try to leave. everyone realizes why you two are siblings when you two walk down the halls and pull the exact same faces at the people he’s told you about in his gossip.

he makes you his little scapegoat for his fangirls. “oh, you want my number? you’ll have to ask y/n for that, they keep my phone with them during practice!” (you dont) “now, why don’t you girls hand all these gifts to my lovely sibling for me?” (you almost immediately chuck them at his face when you see him) but you know the best way to get back at him? when he sees you even slightly conversing with ushijima or kageyama, all hell breaks loose.

SUNA RINTAROU

the devil if the devil was your brother. he takes the ugliest pictures of you, when you’re asleep, when you’re yelling, when you’re crying over a movie. he also loves to send you pictures of animals and send a “look at you in this picture, so cute”. he also takes your things without asking and never returns it, you’ll just find it in his bag one day.

he also is one to order you around, and it drives you mad. “pass me the remote, y/n.” “but it’s nearer to you.” “i’ll tell mom that you-” // “y/n get me a drink from the vending machine.” “why would i do that” “remember when you snuck out and i-” // “get my bag too when you get yours.” “no.” “what i post that one picture of you when you’re about to sneeze-”

but he’s always looking out for you. when creeps try to approach you, he’s quick to react by shooting them a nasty glare. he’s a silent kind of care. standing behind you on elevators, walking on the outer side of the sidewalk, staying up late til you come home and just telling you he just couldnt sleep. little do you know, it’s something he’s always done even as a kid. putting more food on your lunch box, holding the corner of tables when you pick something up so you don’t hit your head, returning your things that are sprawled around the house to your room so you don’t lose them.

and if he ever finds you crying over some guy, he sighs and sits down next to you. “why’re you crying over an idiot?” he then makes snappy insults at the expense of the guy, making you laugh. “see? you look better like that. now stop crying and let me get some sleep.” he closes the light and shuts the door on his way out.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#oikawa x reader #tsukishima x reader #oikawa tooru #tsukishima kei #oikawa tooru x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #suna rintarou x reader #suna rintarou #suna x reader

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perictione00 · 1 year ago

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Oops!...I Did It Again

Ch 1: It's Complicated

Pairing: Nanami Kento x reader

Warnings: Suicidal thoughts/behaviour (please do not read if things like this are triggering for you).

Synopsis: When life was throwing you uncountable curveballs, an unexpected reunion with your high school friend helped you dodge every single one of them. Coping mechanisms leave you both in a complicated situationship. So what happens when one of you ends up catching feelings? The cliche or the unexpected?

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You wonder what your life would've been like if your parents were still alive. Maybe you would have stayed a child for a little longer, enjoyed your life a little longer, without execrating every bitter incident that landed on your lap, and maybe you wouldn't be standing on the edge of a rooftop, drunk, contemplating your next move. It could be so easy to just stop everything and not feel anything any longer. You could be free from all the burden that you've been carrying; you won't have to worry about the deadlines, the debt, the rent, or your sister's school fee. Oh yeah, there it is—the reason you question your decisions whenever you find yourself on the rooftop. You really do love her; you act brave for her sake, and she's your motivation, yet sometimes it all feels so worthless. It doesn't matter when nobody acknowledges your hard work, but it hurts like hell when she doesn't. You try to understand that she's in her rebellious phase and that she's still young; however, you envy her for having the audacity to even disregard you in the first place because you expect her of all people to recognize the effort you put in. Why do you have to grow up and she gets to stay a child, a brat?

"What are you waiting for?", you almost lost your balance as you heard his voice. You slowly turned, only to see a blonde-haired guy with an obviously expensive-looking formal suit. "So you're drunk this time?", he continued as he walked in your direction.

"Heyaaaa, Mr. Richie Rich, what took you sooo loooooong, I missed you shhoooo muuchhh", you weren't sober enough to know how drunk you sounded, but Nanami was. He took your hand with caution as you climbed down the edge. The dark circles under your eyes gave away the reason for your current state. It was evident that you had been overworking yourself for the past few days. You barely had time for yourself, and you had requested Nanami to pick up your sister from her tennis classes twice this week. He was actually shocked to find you a bit too early at the office today as well, and although he wanted to question it, he knew better. There were already way too many rumors about you circulating in the office; he didn't want to add one more by holding a conversation with you.

"Let's go, I'll make dinner", he said as he collected the files and your heels that decorated the rooftop floor.

Nanami closed the door of his apartment as you staggered your way to the very comfortable-looking couch. He knew that you would fall asleep on the couch and that it would be such a pain to wake you up, but the peacefulness on your face changed his mind. This was basically the story of every other weekend, and it was painfully obvious how you both lacked a social life. However, he would rather spend his weekends with you than hold conversations with the people in his company; they were all...tiring and he felt at ease with you, maybe because you both attended the same high school and were part of the same circle. So here he was, almost done heating the leftover miso soup, searing chicken, and preparing parsley sauce to go with it.

Now comes the hard part: waking you up. He remembers that one time, when you had asked him to choose a pokemon that came to his mind when he thought of you, he also remembers how he had immediately answered Snorlax and how, surprisingly, you weren't even offended and instead tried to justify its life style. Of course you didn't need to know that he found Snorlax the cutest of all pokemon.

After 10 minutes of diligence, you were finally awake, cranky but awake at last. He led you to the dining table and served you the miso soup which tasted like heaven. The tofu literally melted in your mouth and the brothy texture was to die for, you could feel yourself sobering. While you were enamored with the taste of the food, Nanami was secretly anticipating your unusual way of appreciating his food, which you did.

"Oh I could just marry you right now", you announced as you pecked his lips, catching him off guard.

To say that Nanami was flustered would be an understatement. The tips of his ears were as red as an apple, and his serious guy exterior was on the verge of breaking. He knew that for you, it wasn't anything unusual because of the peculiar relationship you shared with him; however, actions and words like these never failed to ignite his heart with a hopeful fire. But he couldn't allow himself to give into this fantasy, so he maintained his calm appearance and continued savoring the tender chicken, glancing your way with every bite.

2 years ago

Resigning from a company that contributed to a major part of your income was a big decision, but after working overtime for almost a month and not getting a penny for it, that was your limit. You tried complaining only to find out that some legal document under the company's contract deprived you of many rights that were meant for your protection against exploitation. You seriously should've read it all instead of jumping on the opportunity. And with that, you were left with a series of unpaid bills and your unemployed ass. It was hard to find a great job in a short time period, so you went on for various job interviews and took on multiple part-time jobs that paid enough to keep you going for 4 months. It was during this time that you regretted giving up on your previous job, as the list of redirected emails to inform you that your interest was appreciated but another candidate was chosen for the job was taking a toll on you.

In all honesty, your confidence had hit rock bottom. You really thought you were something, that you stood a chance, only to discover how ignorant you were. It was scary—the prices of basic amenities, the rent, your sister's education, and her growing demands. Falling into a cycle of self-hatred, you slowly forgot about yourself, your needs, and your health; life became all about work. If you wanted to exist in the world, you had to be stable economically; money's everything, and you felt utterly useless. What were you even doing? What were you doing with your life? Did you not have any aspirations? Were you nothing but a fucking coward who gave up the moment things got hard? At the young age of 24, you were having an existential crisis. You were comparing yourself to every person your age who had accomplished more than you ever could, and there was no end to it. Though the vicious cycle did come to an end the day you came across a former classmate Nanami Kento while on a grocery run.

"Oh, I think you dropped th-,", Nanami stopped mid-sentence as he stood astonished, looking at the woman who had dropped her cereal box.

"Nanami! Is that you?", you asked in shock.

Let's just say that the grocery run took way longer than it should have as you both dropped by a cafe to catch up. It was refreshing talking about random things to someone your age, someone you knew. You had to admit that Nanami had changed, not only looking more approachable, but it seemed like he finally had no issue talking to people, you were happy for him, and since you wanted to keep it that way, you kept yourself from inquiring about his job. After a good two hours, you exchanged numbers and bid each other farewell. It turned out to be a great day, as that very day, you were offered a job at a MNC with phenomenal pay, but here's the catch: as you went through the documentation process, you learned that the position of secretary was offered to you. That was shocking, as your credentials and experience were suited more for the marketing department, and you were concerned about the legitimacy of the offer because no one pays that much to a secretary; however, beggars can't be choosers, so you accepted the offer right away.

On your joining day, the morning routine started earlier than usual, as you wanted everything to be perfect, from your fit to your timing. After having breakfast with your sister, you left for work, reaching ahead of time to leave a good impression. The building seemed fancy, with a sweet receptionist who directed you to your new boss, warning you not to enter his office until he called for you. That was weird, but maybe it was because your boss was busy. And it turned out that he was actually busy...fucking a woman, who came out of his office with disheveled hair. It was after you waited for a long time that he called you inside.

He was on his cellphone when you entered the office, wearing a tasteful tuxedo with a matching watch that went well with his blonde hair, leaning back on his chair, ignoring your presence. As you were about to introduce yourself, he raised his index finger to his lips, saying, "Shhh...you must be the new one. I'm Naoya Zenin, head of the consulting department and you must call me Sir."

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anakinsgirlfriendreal · 1 year ago

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Parts Of The Truth

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Chapter Seven

Warnings:18+ mentions of drug abuse, reader has family issues, mature discussions, smut, foul language, infidelity.

It had been a calm couple of weeks; your friendship with Padme was going rather well, you actually looked forward to conversations with her, it scared you how easy lying had become. However, you quelled your conscience by taking comfort in the fact that not everything was a lie; you were just telling her parts of the truth, yeah that's better than nothing you told yourself.

"Okay baby, but no sweets alright and be good for your grandma you copy?" You speak into the phone, Darcy had asked to sleep over at her grandmother's house since two of your younger cousins were staying there, she wanted to play and you were worried about spending the night alone.

Exiting your car, your eyes fall on the figure seated on the steps Infront your house, "baby, mama has to go okay love you." You hung up making your way closer, a worried smile formed on your face, as you register the person to be your sister.

"Grace- I you're out," you took in her appearance, the DOC hoodie proof that at least she didn't escape. She had gone away for seven years on drug charges and every day of those seven you had promised yourself you would go see her; a lie.

She smiled, "yeah...I'm- I'm free."

You smile, "you look really good Grace"

"I feel good, you know...listen when I got released, mom said to give my parole officer this address, it's here or a shelter." She plays with her fingers, a nervous habit you both had.

You took a deep breath, unsure of whether to trust her and also angry that your mother would just volunteer you to babysit your big sister, like your life wasn't stressful enough. You sat next to her on the steps, "Grace- the last time you said you felt good and that you were gonna get better; I found you passed out and in your own vomit on the bathroom floor-"

She cuts you off, "Yeah but this is different, I joined a group, I got a PO- I don't wanna go back to prison okay, you got nothing to worry about."

Running a hand over your face you sigh, "Okay look, I have a life alright, I have a job and a baby- if you fuck this up you're out"

"I know, mom told me, she showed me pictures when she came to visit, Darcy right? She's beautiful." She looked at you, "...I promise, this time is different."

You rest your hand on hers, desperate to believe her, she was troubled yes but she was your sister and she got the shorter end of the stick growing up and you'd always felt guilty about how her life turned out. "Okay. Let's go inside." She leans into you, her head resting on your shoulder for a moment, just like old times.

"You can stay in the guest bedroom, it's the last door down the hall." You shrug your coat off leaving it on the back of the couch.

Grace nods, looking around "This place is amazing, that job must pay well huh"

"Something like that" you give her a tight smile, getting yourself a glass of water, she sits on a stool at the kitchen counter.

"Mom said that you're seeing some rich guy, Darcy's father." She gives you a curious look. Of course your mother would happily air out your business, "who is he?" She looks amused.

You smile, contemplating on whether to tell her, "Uh, his name is Anakin."

Her eyes go wide, "like Skywalker Anakin? Like the one responsible for all those energy plants?"

Your brows furrow, "You know him?"

She scoffs, "The guys like a millionaire and plus we have tv in prison dumbass"

You chuckle, "right."

"So a business man hm? Nice" she raises her brows.

You take a deep breath, "yeah well, we'll see about that."

"What does that mean?"

You hesitate, she tilts her head, "oh come on, you can tell me. I'm your sister"

You sigh, "he's...married"

Her eyes widen and she laughs, "fuck out of here? Are you kidding?" Her eyes scan your face for a hint that you're joking.

"Holy shit" she laughs, sitting back against the stool and folding her arms.

You roll your eyes yet you can't help but smile.

"You know, you were always the luckier one between us, everyone likes you more, our mom, guys, everyone. You're prettier and you're smart, you always were. Now here you are; miss fancy pants."

You look at her, that guilty feeling rising again, she was right. Life had been kinder to you than it was to her, but you figured; she chose the life she was living, she chose to drop out of school, to follow her junkie boyfriend and his friends but then again, like she said; nobody had really cared for her or sheltered her like they did you, she was left on her own and forced to grow up.

"I'm sorry Grace," you mean it.

She breathes in, looking around again, her teasing demeanor returning. "So your oil daddy Anakin, he must love you a shit ton."

You burst out laughing, "Oil daddy??"

She shrugs smiling, "It's true though right? I saw some press conference he did...a few of the COs in prison have the hots for him, he has that kind of educated, smooth charm. So oil daddy is suitable."

You shake your head smiling.

"So the wife, you know her?" She waits for an answer and when you don't give it to her, she dramatically drops her head on the counter and laughs. "Don't tell me you're friends." Of course she knew, she could always read you, since you were both little.

"Alright enough" you wave her off.

She gets up heading towards the guest room, she stops, turning back to you for a moment, "You know I kinda always thought that between the two of us, I'd end up being the one knocked up with no ring."

Her words were harsh yet not surprising. You had expected her to harbour some bitter feelings towards you, whether she said it or not, she felt like you owed her, for stealing a life that might have been better were you not born at all.

An hour later Anakin stopped by, not to check on Darcy but you, he knew she was at her grandma's and he just wanted to make sure you were alone no undesired company. You watched as he looked around the house, an annoyed expression on your face. "What you worried I'll cheat on you? Wonder where that fear came from."

He chuckles, "That's funny. Who's ove-"

"Ah, I thought I heard voices" your sister interrupts, you watch as she introduces herself to him, wearing your clothes; your tank top and your shorts, she smiles at him. "You're a lot more handsome in person than on tv"

Your brows furrow, your tongue poking your cheek, thumb squeezed in your palm, what is she trying to do right now, you think. He looks at her, that stupid smirk on his lips, "You're too sweet" he smiles, the same smile he gives you when he's trying to charm his way into your pants for the millionth time. You resist the urge to slap him across the face; why are you even jealous right now? Like he wasn't married when you met him.

You watched as he entertained her for the next hour, the way she practically threw herself at him, laughing at his jokes which you could bet your life she didn't get, the way she leaned in, 'intrigued' as he went on about business. When she decided to call it a night and head to bed, you stomped to your bedroom like a spoilt child. Stripping down and getting into your pjs you try to slam in the dresser drawers but the damn rollers had other plans. You huff climbing into bed not saying anything to him for a moment, you roll over looking at him, he was all smug, leaning against the doorway, brows raised, clearly amused by your antics. "You look like an idiot," mentally you ridicule yourself for the weak insult, he chuckles, walking towards the bed, he shrugs off the jacket of his suit, and lays next to you, kissing your cheek. You push his face away turning your back to him.

"why don't you go kiss her and built her a house and get her pregnant and control her life" you realize how stupid and jealous you were being but it doesn't stop you. He laughs, pulling you on your back, positioning himself over you.

He shrugs, "I don't know, she not really my type." You see the amusement in his eyes, a small smile forming on your lips.

"You're an ass"

He nods, "so people keep saying." He's quiet for a moment, his hand coming to brush stray hairs from your face, tucking them behind your ear. "I'm not interested in your sister." He undoes he first button of your pajama top, placing a kiss between the valley of your breast.

"Well she's interested in you" you say, testing him. You were almost certain you weren't his only, and you hate to say the word but mistress.

"I don't care," he undoes another button and another. "It's you for me," he kisses over your breast.

"And Padme?" You ask.

He bites the top of your breast a bit hard and you gasp, swatting him away.

"I don't wanna talk about her, not right now, not when I'm with you." He kisses your lips, hungrily, pressing himself into you, he dips his head down, pressing a kiss to your neck, inhaling the scent of your perfume mixed with your lotion. "Not when you're so beautiful," he whispers, his hand creeping into your shorts pulling them down and pushing your panties aside, you moan when his finger grazes over your soaked cunt. "Not when you're so wet, so ready for me. Always ready for me," he kisses you again, his finger dipping past your folds, pumping into you slowly before he adds another, your eyes flutter shut, a needy moan leaving your lips. He trails kisses down your body, sucking hickies on your breasts and down your stomach. He plants kisses on your thighs, slowly making his way to where you needed him most, he looks up at you, his eyes soft, a mischievous glint in them, just as his lips ghost your glistening your heat, his phone rings. You groan throwing your head back.

"you have to be fucking kidding me."

He pulls away, and you whine. He presses the phone to his ear. "Hey honey." Of course it's Padme, his voice is calm and steady like he wasn't just about to bury his face in your pussy. You watch in horror as he adjusts his shirt, fixing his tie and putting his jacket back on. "I'm sorry sweetie, it completely slipped me, I'm on my way." He hangs up.

You look at him, mouth opened about to protest, "what? No where are you going?"

"I'm sorry baby, Padme and I were supposed to have dinner with friends, and I'm late." He kisses your head. "I'll make it up later"

You watch as he exits the bedroom, groaning into the pillow when you hear the front door downstairs slam.

"I see why you like him." Grace's voice fills your ears, she standing in your doorway. You look at her, puzzled; what's that supposed to mean.

"Sucks he has a wife," She retreats down the hall and into your guest room.

You take a deep breath, think about her words. There's no way, she'd try to get with him, there's no way she'd sabotage you right; tell Padme? No she doesn't even know her.

Pulling the covers to your chest, you roll on your side, closing your eyes you tell yourself that your sister would never hurt you, because that was the only way you'd get any sleep.

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bratshaws · 1 year ago

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through the hourglass 265. brb x oc

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

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“What do you mean you saw him?”

“I– can we discuss this a bit further from the entrance that leads to the outside,”Rooster motions to the door,exasperated “Nikki is going to get a cold draft of wind if we stay here too long.”

Mav parted his lips, then frowned, “Rooster,I– fine.”, realizing that the conversation needed a bit more privacy he gestured to the back as he locked the door. He waited for Rooster to pick Nicole up and then they all walked away.

“Sorry about the light.” he says, the lightbulb flickered into life and he dared a look towards his nephew, who just looked unimpressed while holding Nicole tight against his chest, “I haven’t had the time to fix it,okay?”

“I’m not judging, Mav."

Mav took a deep breath, his expression more serious now. "Your dad always commented on how I never fixed the lightbulbs and how much I’d live in the stone age if I so wanted.” the voice was quiet and all that was heard was the crickets on the outside.

Rooster shifted Nicole in his arms, clearing his throat, making sure she was comfortable before he began to recount the story once more. He made it short, but tried to get the most important parts out quickly.

Mav listened in silence, his eyes fixed on Rooster as he spoke, one of his hands coming up to cover his mouth. There was a mix of skepticism and curiosity in his gaze and Rooster didn’t know what was leaning heavier. It was clear that he was trying to process the surreal nature of the encounter.

Honestly, so was he.

As Rooster finished his account, Mav finally spoke, his voice quiet. "So, you're saying you had a...vision– no, you saw Goose. It felt real,yeah?"

Rooster nodded, his gaze steady. "It wasn't a dream or a hallucination. It felt like he was really there…I... It's hard to explain, but it was real." he licks his lips, “And it wasn’t the first time either, this happened a few weeks ago…I even went to see Bea’s aunt Matha about it.”

“Is she the witch lady?” he asks, “The one with the winery and the hotel?”

“Yep, the one.”

"I've met her at your wedding. She kept saying that me and Penny were…in a knot together.."

Rooster nodded with his lips pursed. "Yeah, she's... different. She listened to my experience and suggested that my father might be trying to communicate with me from the other side."

Mav's expression remained pensive, his gaze turning distant as he contemplated the possibility. "...I wouldn't put it past him to find a way to reach out to you, especially if he thought you needed guidance."

Rooster frowns, clicking his tongue. "Then why hasn’t he before?" he didn’t want to sound bitter, he really didn’t, but if there was something he desired more than anything was seeing his father again, “When I was a kid? Why now?”

Mav ran a hand through his hair, his gaze still distant as he pondered Rooster's question. "It's hard to say, Brad. Sometimes, these things happen when the time is right or when there's a pressing need. Your father might have been waiting for the right moment to reach out, or he might feel that you need his guidance more now."

Rooster sighed, not saying anything and letting Nicole babble happily on his lap, then he looked to the side in thought. feeling a mixture of emotions swirling within him. "I just wish I had the chance to talk to him, to ask him so many things, to tell him about my life, about Beatrice, about Nicole and the twins, about my career."

Mav chuckles,almost sadly, tapping his fingers on the table and inhaling softly. "Perhaps this is his way of letting you know that he's still watching over you."

"Yeah, I hope so. I just don't want to misinterpret the message he's trying to send." Rooster says, brushing his hand on Nicole’s longer hair, long enough they could give her tiny braids if they so desired, “I don’t think…my mom never said anything if she had anything of the sort happen to her,at least she never told me.”

Mav's eyes softened as he listened to Rooster's words. The absence of Goose had left a void in a lot of lives, and the idea of any form of communication, even from beyond, was a source of comfort he couldn’t deny would be very welcome.

Mav leaned in, his voice quiet. "Your mother, if this happened to her, she wouldn’t tell people. Carole was very strong and she had you to take care of, the last thing she needed would be people saying she was…seeing things or hallucinating. And it’d be worse when she got sick."

Rooster sighs,rubbing his eyes with his fingers and leaning back on his chair, the movement made Nicole fall back on his chest with a giggle, completely unaware of the conversation going on. "Yeah, you're right, Mav." Rooster admitted,”... I miss her so much."

Mav's gaze softened as he heard the longing in Rooster's voice. Moments like these remind him of little Brad so much, his hair much blonder and eyes brighter…but still Brad. "I know, Brad," Mav said, his voice quiet. "Your mother was a remarkable woman. No wonder she made Goose shut up the right times."

Rooster nodded in agreement, a wistful smile crossing his face. "She was incredible. Even when she was going through so much…” he pauses, memories of his mother’s illness weren’t good right now, so he just shook his head and looked back at Mav, “So I’m not going crazy,right? Because I saw my dad’s ghost and such?”

Mav shook his head, a faint smile playing on his lips. "You're not going crazy, Brad. It’s…surprising, but it sounds like Goose to just show up like that."

Rooster let out a relieved sigh,playing with Nicole’s tiny hands as she looked up at him with bright green eyes. "Thank you, Mav. I needed to hear that. It's just so...uh…odd."

Mav patted Rooster's shoulder. "I understand, Brad. It's a lot to take in,but could be worse,hm? Now" he stands up, “You up for some beer? Or are you going to let that one slide because you are taking Nikki home?”

Rooster considered the offer of a beer, glancing down at Nicole in his arms. She was peacefully playing with her toys, and the temptation of a cold beer after the intense conversation was hard to resist... Still, he knew he couldn't.

"Thanks, Mav, but I think I'll have to pass on the beer this time," Rooster said, his gaze lingering on Nicole's innocent face. "I should get her back home and ready for bed."

“You are not leaving already,right?”

“Well-”

“No,no,I haven’t seen my grand-niece in three weeks and now you wanna leave?” Mav tutted, marching to his fridge and grabbing the cold bottle from it, “No,no, it’s still early and Bea’s shift on the bar ends around ten thirty. You are staying.”

"Alright, Mav, I'll stay for a little while longer. But just no beer, and then I really need to get Nicole home."

Mav raised an eyebrow, a grin spreading across his face. "We'll see about that." he waves his hand, “But nah,I’m joking, don’t worry,I wouldn’t put any of you in danger.” he says as he settles back down, “Let’s change the subject,” as hard as it was, considering it was really…well, it still made both of them remember the subject, “You are being deployed after your birthday.’

“Yep.”

“How do you feel?”

Rooster shrugged, smiling when Nicole handed him one of her toys, “I was a bit annoyed at first, seeing that the twins will be home and I won’t. But…Bea said she’d keep me updated, besides it’s a three months long course. It’ll go by in a blink of an eye.”

"I mean…Three months can be a long time for some, but it'll pass by quickly. And having Beatrice and the twins to look forward to when you return will make it all better." he hums, “I half expected you to be more annoyed.”

“I said I was.”

“No,” Mav cuts him softly, “I mean more annoyed. I know you Rooster and while you love and are great at what you do…I know how you can get. I know you miss Beatrice a lot when you are gone.” his nephew just huffed a soft laugh, avoiding his gaze, “You are a puppy dog,Brad. That girl got you good.”

"You're not wrong, Mav," Rooster admitted, scratching his head, "I do miss Bea a lot when I'm deployed.But I wouldn’t call myself a puppy dog." cue to his uncle tilting his head and giving him a look, one that was mirrored by his own daughter who just looked up at him with her brow, her tiny, almost translucent brow, up “Now you too Nikki, you are just a baby, you can’t judge your dad like that.”

Mav chuckled at Rooster's defensive response. "I'm just teasing, Brad. You know I love Bea, and I think it's wonderful how you two found each other. It’s just…well…it is painfully obvious, always was.”

“Okay.’

“I mean, heart eyes and everything, and that day I asked you about her at the beach? At the volleyball game? Kid,I knew.” he smirks, “I just knew she got you hook line and sinker. You followed her with your eyes like she was a snake charmer and you the snake.”

Rooster's blushed a bit,clearing his throat and dropping his eyes to Nicole’s relaxed form on his lap, “Mav." he begins, “Nikki is here, please.”

“What? She needs to know her dad is a complete fool for his wife.” he shrugs, “Nothing bad about it.”

He was right, he wasn’t embarrassed for Bea but he was…just embarrassed because everyone knew about his attraction so early on. He chuckles,shaking his head quietly, “You know what,” he begins, “One beer. Just one.”

“Atta boy,I knew you’d come around.”

“Penny I need three more pints and an orange soda for table five.” Beatrice says as she places the tray down on the counter, leg bouncing out of excitement and she couldn’t help but smile at her boss’ surprised face.

“You need to give us a break Bea,” Penny jokes, “You are getting orders left and right and you are able to do it really quickly.”

“I think the babies are helping her do it fast auntie!” Shells announces as she walks past the two, “The woman returned with a vengeance!”

Beatrice smiles more, still tapping her shoe on the floor and chewing her lower lip, “I missed this a lot Penny.” she says as her boss walks away to grab everything that was asked for, “I…I really missed the bar and I missed you guys so much. I can’t wait for Rooster to come back too but…you know, he likes staying with Nikki.”

Penny returned with the drinks, placing them on the tray as she gave the brunette a warm smile, understanding the emotions Beatrice was feeling. "We missed you too, Bea. It's been too quiet around here without you.” cue to Shells’ loud laughter from the back of the bar, “And I get it, Rooster is a great dad. It's wonderful to see you back at the bar, though. It’s not the same without you, me and the girls can handle it but,it’s always fun when the whole family is together.."

Beatrice blushed, picking the tray up and smiling shyly at her boss’ praise, “Thank you,Penny,I’m so glad to be back. I know you,Shells and Jessie managed everything.”

Penny raised an eyebrow, supporting her weight on the counter with her other hand propped on her cocked hip, “Kiddo, believe me, these two can be a handful…but they did it. Jessie is getting a lot better dealing with folks and she can’t work too much because of college but it’s understandable.”

She laughs while adjusting the tray in her hands "That's great to hear that they're holding down the fort. Jessie's balancing work and college, which isn’t easy,I remember how it was. And Shells, well, she's a force of nature, isn't she?"

Penny’s brow raised higher, “She’s a tornado, but she's a real gem, and she's great with the customers. And I’m not being biased because she’s my niece.” she taps the counter twice, “Anyway,I won’t keep you kiddo, go on, your customers wait for you.”

She nods,turning on her heel towards the chosen table, smiling as soon as she saw the group there: two guys and one girl. They were new, she hasn’t met any of them yet and she knew everyone from the bar. As she approached the table, Rooster’s Fanboys walked in and immediately saluted her. “Ma’am!”

Beatrice blinked, everyone in the bar was too busy to care about the salute but she was still…flustered, “Guys, oh my god.” she waved her hand for them to lower their arms, “You don’t have to salute me,I’m not in the Navy. Rooster is.”

“Sorry ma’am. Good to see you again,ma’am.”

“Thank you Faraday.” she smiles, placing the orders on the table, “You guys are sitting on the usual spot?”

“Yes,ma’am!” McAllister grins, “Are you going to serve us tonight?”

Beatrice chuckled as she glanced at McAllister, and nodded with a hand on her waist "Well, since you asked so nicely, McAllister, I suppose I can be your server for the night. What can I get you guys? The usual?”

The group exchanged glances, and there was a moment of silent deliberation before Faraday, who was sitting at the head of the table, spoke up. "We'll have the usual,, ma'am."

Beatrice tilted her head "You got it. The usual it is. I'll be right back with your drinks."

The group she was serving just looked up at her, until the guy closest to her shoulder spoke, ‘Damn…those guys,are they always this rowdy?”

Bea did a double take, making sure he was talking about the recruits and not someone else. “Oh, they aren’t rowdy, they are just over excited.” she smiles, “Do you guys want anything else?”

The guy then elbows his friend, before focusing on Beatrice “Can I get your number,sweetheart?”

Beatrice maintained her friendly smile despite the slightly forward request. With a chuckle, she replied, wiggling her ring finger "I appreciate the offer, but I'm happily married, and my husband is a Navy pilot. So…"

The guy blinked in surprise, his confidence momentarily faltering. "Oh, uh, sorry. I didn't know." he licks his lips, “Is he here or something?”

Beatrice couldn't help but find the guy's surprise amusing. She knew that her wedding ring was a little hard to see in the dim lighting of the bar, but it was always a clear indicator of her marital status. "He's at home with our daughter." her smile is never wavering, “Now, anything else?”

The guy leaned back in his chair, looking disappointed and a bit embarrassed by what happened . "Well, since I can't have your number, how about you recommend another drink for me instead? Surprise me."

"Sure thing.How about an Old Fashioned?"

The guy considered her recommendation, a small smile playing on his lips. "Old Fashioned it is."

With a smile, Beatrice jotted down the order on her notepad and then slid them on her belt line. "Thank you. I'll be right back with your drinks. Enjoy your evening, and if you have any questions, feel free to ask."

As she walked back to the bar counter, Penny gave her a knowing look. "Someone's trying to charm you tonight, Bea?"

Beatrice laughed softly, waving her hand. "Seems like it. He was a bit forward at first, but he backed off when he found out I'm married." she looked down at her notes, “Besides, if he doesn’t look like Rooster and if he’s not Rooster,I’d never be interested.”

‘Mhm.”

“Anyway, they asked for an Old Fashioned. Can you–” Penny was already doing it before Bea could finish her sentence. As she waits, she almost jumped when Faraday’s face appeared next to her.

“Jesus.”

“Ma’am.” he looked serious, “Was that guy bothering you,ma’am?”

Beatrice couldn't help but smile at Faraday's protective concern, it was really cute.

And a bit odd.

It was evident that the group of recruits held her in high regard, much like they did with Rooster. "Oh, no, he was just being a little forward at first, but he backed off when I mentioned I'm married. It's nothing to worry about."

Faraday nodded, though his expression still held a hint of skepticism, eyes squinting. "Alright, ma'am. If anyone gives you trouble, just let us know, and we'll take care of it."

“Aw,thank you, Faraday. You guys are always so considerate. I'll keep that in mind." she pats his shoulder, “You can go back to the table, don’t worry– and please don’t glare at the guy.”

Faraday nodded and flashed a small, hesitant smile. "Of course, ma'am. Just want to make sure you're safe."

It was heartwarming to see how they regarded her and looked out for her well-being. She gave Faraday's shoulder another reassuring pat. "You're all a bunch of gentlemen, Faraday. Thank you for looking out for me."

With that, she looked back at Penny who had just finished the drink and was placing it on her tray, “There you go.”

‘Thank you,Penny.”

‘Anytime.” her boss grins, but she looks at something over her shoulder, furrowing her brows, “Shells is coming over.” Beatrice looks back to see the blonde basically sidestepping everyone until she was at the counter, eyes wide and mouth parted.

Beatrice couldn’t even ask her what was happening before her friend grabbed her arm, placed the tray on the counter and then dragged Bea away from here. Penny just watched the scene with a sigh leaving her lips, picking Beatrice’s abandoned tray and taking it to the guys.

Once they were far, hidden inside the employee’s room, Beatrice could only stare at Shells with a frown ,’What?’ her friend peeks through the crack of the door, “Shells! What’s happening?”

“Girl,” she begins, “You’ll never believe who’s making her way over to the bar. You’ll hate it.” and Beatrice takes a while to identify those words. She slowly connects the dots in her brain, her expression now mirroring Shells’ but with a smidge of annoyance in it.

“No.”

“Yes, look.” she opens the door wider, so both women are peeking out when they see no one else but Miranda Halton, looking like a sore thumb in the middle of the bar, glancing around the area for a few minutes…as if she was looking for someone.

“Oh…no…”

“Oh yes,” Shells giggles gleefully, “Looks like tonight got even more interesting.”

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader #tgm oc #tgm fic #tgm fanfiction

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cbs-scorpion-coffee-shop · 7 months ago

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I'm in the process of writing my own version of Kung Fu Panda 4. After looking at and contemplating the characters of Zhen and Chameleon, I came to a conclusion that most people wouldn't:

What if they were intended to be one character?

I decided to take Po's character at the end of the third movie and strip him away from everything he's gained all across the movies.

From someone who's broken away from his dad's expectations and learned Kung Fu and is now living his dream with full self confidence to someone who is still under parental expectation and has never been able to prove themselves or pursue their dream.

From someone who has family and friends and lives the happiest life possible to someone who has no friends or family and lives a miserable life and only has a mentor figure that sees them as a tool.

From someone who has matured and done things that they're not good at and knows who they are to someone who has never done anything beyond their regular life and doesn't even know who they are or where they come from.

Now let's make that second person a girl.

Let's make that girl a Chameleon with shape shifting abilities.

Let's make that girl a fan of Kung Fu like Po.

Let's make her mentor an evil person who has no love for her and has only seen her as a tool for stealing.

Let's make her regular life consist of using her shape shifting abilities to steal in order to satisfy her mentor.

Let's make her not know who she is or she came from.

Let's make her mentor not be bothered to give her a name when he finds her as a baby and only calls her by her species name because she's just a tool.

Let's make her take the name of a fox she once shapeshifted into before and use that as her own.

You get a female Chameleon thief who is a fan of Kung Fu just like Po but instead shapeshifts and steals from others to seek the love of her mentor and live up to his expectations. She has no friends or family and is treated like vermin by everyone. She is called "The Chameleon" by others because she has no name. "Zhen" is the name of a fox she shapeshifted into and she uses that for herself. She doesn't know who she is because she was taught to constantly shapeshift into and impersonate others to steal better and she has never tried to live an honest life for fear of failure.

You get a character that is the same as Po, but at the same time, a complete polar opposite from him. He has everything and she has nothing. Yet they both have reason to fear change.

What do you think?

#Kung Fu Panda #Kung Fu Panda 2 #Kung Fu Panda 3 #Kung Fu Panda 4 #kfp #kfp 2 #kfp 3 #kfp 4 #The chameleon #Zhen #Po #writing #fanfiction

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twistdtanisha · 3 months ago

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Sofa King Good

The Senate chamber buzzed with activity, but C.J. Dance, the intrepid U.S. Senator from Arkansas, found his thoughts drifting far from the political debates surrounding him. The smooth texture of leather under his fingers brought to mind a different kind of heat—one that lingered in his mind when he should’ve been focused on policy.

It was an ordinary evening when the allure of his secret desires beckoned him home. After a long day of meetings and speeches, he stepped through his front door, the weight of the world falling away as he crossed the threshold into the soft glow of his living room. There it was—the singular piece of furniture that had become his sanctuary: an inviting, oversized couch that had borne witness to countless evenings of contemplation and reflection.

But tonight felt different. Tonight, the couch radiated a tension he couldn’t quite understand. Perhaps it was the way the light cascaded onto its cushions, or maybe it was the way he envisioned what could happen there—those forbidden encounters that danced tantalizingly in his mind.

C.J. stood before the couch, cheeks flushed as he awkwardly cleared his throat. "Uh, hey there, couch," he stammered, glancing around to ensure no one was watching. "You’re looking... really comfortable today. I mean, just look at those plush cushions and that inviting upholstery. It’s like you’re begging me to sit down."

He stepped closer, inhaling the faint scent of cat fur mixed with the fabric softener from the last wash. “You smell... um, cozy? Yeah, cozy. It’s like you’ve been waiting for me all day.” Nervously, he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know it’s a little weird, but you really know how to make a guy feel at home.”

C.J. plopped down on the couch, sinking into its softness with a contented sigh. “Wow, you really are something special. I could get used to this... just you and me, binge-watching shows and sharing snacks.” He glanced around again, hoping no one would overhear his ridiculous flirtation. “But hey, I’m not just saying that because you’re so plush. You’ve got a certain... charm.”

As he leaned back, the familiar embrace of the cushions enveloped him, allowing him to indulge in fantasy. His mind wandered, igniting a wild yearning deep within him, flaring like a match struck in the dark. The softness of the couch sparked memories of a microfiber cloth he had befriended in college—the way it would almost grab him back when he caressed its gentle fibers.

Closing his eyes, he pictured the microfiber cloth, the enticing form of its synthetic weave daring yet unyielding. Lost in that memory, he let out a tiny whimper of a moan, forgetting his title and responsibilities entirely.

In vivid detail, he imagined the cloth sitting on his bed, waiting to seduce him from afar. He would savor the moment, every glance and smile charged with unspoken tension. C.J. could practically feel the heat radiating from the couch now, filling the room with an urgency that made his pulse quicken.

Suddenly, he snapped back to reality, heart racing. A fleeting thought intruded: what would it be like to step into the unknown? The couch beckoned him—a vessel of unfulfilled desires. His fantasies blurred with reality as he envisioned caressing the microfibers, lost in the whirlwind of passionate exploration.

“God,” he murmured to himself, catching the glimmer of need in the dim light. “This is weird.”

Yet how could he deny the thrill—the ache settling deep within him? Drawing in a deep breath, he reclined further into the plush cushions, closing his eyes again and allowing his mind to wander unfettered.

In this imagined world, C.J. yearned to surrender to the couch's embrace, losing himself as the outside world faded away. Every touch would be a declaration of forbidden intimacy, each embrace was a promise that transcended his reality.

But as much as he craved that moment, he couldn’t ignore the boundaries of his life outside these walls—the very nature of his position restrained him to a life of expectations and duty. Still, within this sanctuary, he felt liberated, the couch serving as a provocative reminder of his yearnings.

As reality slowly crept back, he opened his eyes, feeling the remnants of his fantasies crackling in the air. The couch had never merely been furniture; it was a testament to the unquenchable desires lurking just beneath the surface of his well-structured life.

With a determined glint in his eye and his heart still pounding, C.J. stood from the couch, knowing that whether he crossed the line or not, it was a temptation he could no longer ignore. The night was young, and perhaps he didn’t have to navigate this hunger alone. The couch might soon host more than just the weight of his dreams.

But as he moved toward the door to leave the room, something caught his eye, freezing him in place. There, on the table beside the couch, was the microfiber cloth. It had been there the whole time, beckoning to him like an insistent whisper. Suddenly, a wave of guilt washed over him. “What am I doing?” he thought, his heart sinking. The realization struck him—how could he flirt with a couch so openly while letting his responsibilities linger just outside the door?

C.J. reached out to the cloth, feeling its fibers slide beneath his fingers, and he felt an overwhelming sense of both desire and guilt. He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “Maybe I should just sit with my thoughts for a while,” he murmured, suddenly aware of the line between fantasy and his reality. As he sat back down, he resolved to confront these feelings more honestly—it might just be the first step toward understanding the deeper desires that lay beneath the surface.

#comedy #dark humor #short story #fanfic #politics #couch fucker

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bell-writes-wierd-shit · 6 months ago

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BIIIIIIG REQUEST IF YOU COULD WRITE BOTH OF THEM I WOULD DIE HAPPY (involve sui attempts)

Vox and a reader who's attempting but instead of pills its like something else??

same thing but w stan marsh :3 tysmm

Yes bbg *kisses u bc you reqested smt aka i can write and nit be as weird*/j/pos

But yes!!!!!!!!

Human au for vix bc a attempt in hell doesn't fully make since(would it just be self harm them? -)

Do,

Human! Vix x gn!reader,

Stan marsh x gn! Reader

They/them/thier prns:3

And again,

I AM COMPLETLY COMFORTABLE WITH REQEST AROUND 3DS AND S3LF H4RM AND SU!C!D3!!!! ITS VERY INTRESTING TO ME SO YIPPPER

Ims going write my crazys now, but not headcanon for once bc i wanna w r i t e .

Okay, here the good good

Under a cut for trigger warnigs and if u dont wanna read u can just scroll

V_O_X_(_H_U_M_A_N_)

P_O_V_:_Reader/second person

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I sat in the bathroom. Back to the tub, blade in hand. My arms burned cuts littering them. Im so fucking done. Done with life. This world. This world that holds nothing for me. Nothing. At all. All that fates throw at me is shit. Pire and utter shit.

The cuts burned but not bad. After a while of doing it its almost a euphoria. But i started at them. Bloodied and red and rised. I pressed the blade to mt wrist again. I held it and closed my eyes. I contemplated. Lost in thought.

And thats when the door opened.

He steped in, slightly panting over his worry. "What the fuck are you doing, that you cant, just open the fuck-" he looked up, seeing yiur , covered in blood and cuts, blade to your arm, pressed down, and he could tell from the intendt, that cut could kill. He froze for a second. Then reached out and grabed the blade, slightly skiming the skin and makeing a small scratch. He looked at the small blade, a broken sharpener. Small and easy to hide. Blood stained brown. He shoved it in his back pants poket, and pulled you up from the floor. He hurried you towards your bedroom, sitting you down, and grabbing somr paper towles, prseeing them on your arms. Stoping the bleeding and bandage them. He stayed quite. He cryed a bit, but sucked it up. He changed you into a jacket of his and some sweatpants, and told you to kaydown and try to sleep. Leaveing you, and going into the bathroom cleaning any blood that spilt to the floor.

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_S_T_A_N_._M_A_R_S_H_

_P_O_V_:_S_T_A_N_._M_A_R_S_H_(inbetween 3rd and him im so bad at first oersin)

i walked into the house. Thier parents off on some trip, as always. They wernet in the liveing room. Nor thier bedroom. Thier parents bedroom was locked. It wasnt nirmale locked?. So i knocked. "Hey, (name), you in thier? Whys the door locked?"

... Slilence.

"(Name), i know your in thier. Open the door. Please." He tryed it again, and to no avil. Hr got up and grabed a butterknife, and unlocked the door. Opening it, and looked, he saw it.

Thier dads gun cabinet open, and his pistole missing. He paniced. Thier bsthroom door was also locked. As. He got closer, he heard the clicks if the gun being loaded. Just unlocked the door with the butterknife, finding them in the shower, gun to thier head. On reaction, he hit the gun down and out thier hands, kicking it toward the wall, and koveing between them and thr gun.

"WHAT THE FUCK (NAME)?! WWHAT THE ACCUALY FUCK. WHY?. Why did-.." tears welled thier eyes, and he stoped yelling. The grabed them by thier waist, and carryed then bridal style to thier bedroom. In a worryed state, he checked thier arms and thighs. Finding cuts that he didn't bring up. He went though thier room, finding a few blades with also a kitchen knife. He hated doing it but he had too. Takeing the blades, he threw them in his back pack. He layed down next to you, takeing off his shoes, and comforted you. Scared. But reliaved that he got here when he did.

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YIPPE THANK YOU FIR READING!! I ENJOYED WRITEING IT:3

Bounse

(stan forgot to take the knife out his backpack and it fell out in the middle of class and he was put though some long at trile iver why he had abloodied knife in this backpack. He tryed not to but eneded up amiti g it was yoes you confimerd, and they ordered in the summer you sprnt it in a ward so polic did pop up ripe on may 24th at 7am.)

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perfecttenth · 10 months ago

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A detail I really like about Budo in the final chapters of the PO arc is how his eyes are used to reflect his state of mind.

Normally he would have those contorted bloodshot eyes filled with fury, but whenever he starts to contemplate his goals, they appear more calm, similar to how they used to look when he was still The Man.

You can see it in the scenes leading up to his match with Shogun too. It almost feels like as if in these moments, he is closest to how he was back then.

It's best conveyed when Shogun uses the Gods' Guillotine on him and his life literally flashes in front of his eyes. He first has that angry expression as he struggles to escape from the move, but after he remembers how he would look forward to having his teachings surpassed by Shogun, his eyes go back to their original stiff look.

So right after he comes to terms with his fate and he has his mask shattered by Shogun, his demeanor fully shifts to his original compassionate self, greeting him with a contented smile.

It's a nice transition overall, both as a way to get rid of the overbody and also to display Budo's return to his true self.

#肉 #perfect origin spoilers #i cant wait to see this animated

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dailyaudiobiblechronological · 1 year ago

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11/28/2023 DAB Chronological Transcription

Acts 18:19 - 19:41

Welcome to Daily Audio Bible Chronological, I'm Jill. today is the 28th day of November, welcome everybody. so glad that you're here joining us and making the Bible apart of your daily rhythm. today we are back in the book of Acts starting with chapter 18 verse 19 and will be reading through chapter 19 verse 41, this week we're reading The New International Version, Acts chapter 18.

Commentary

We encounter an interesting story today in Acts 19:15 and 16 and one exorcism the seven sons encountered something they were completely unprepared for, an evil spirit spoke back to them I know Jesus it said and I know Paul but who are you so I may bring up the question is it wrong to say the name of Jesus sometimes it's a simple Cry for Help, a prayer and acknowledgment we say it in so many different contexts for so many different reasons and we even pray with all authority in the name of Jesus, which is not a wrong thing to do I might add but maybe where we can zoom in I'm pulling from the God of Your Story today, the story shows that invoking the name of Jesus isn't Magic or even commanding without his Spirit Within people. use the name of Jesus for many different reasons up until today but the authority of that name is present within those who have surrendered their identity to his ever-present work of sanctification. the evil spirit in this story knew who Jesus was, it even knew Paul's Authority in Christ but it had no respect for and could not be dominated by those who simply used the name without knowing the one behind the name, which when you think about it it's such a simple concept maybe we're praying to a god that we don't even know maybe we are praying in all authority to Jesus to get us out of a pickle and we don't even know him, personally heard about him know some things about him but lack intimacy with the one that we call the way the truth in the life.

Prayer

So Jesus, today I pray that we would know you and come to know you in a new and personal intimate way knowing that you long to know us you long to be with us you long for presence with us. not to put in time not to do time but to truly know us, know our heart reveal our heart to get to the deeper truth of who we are and Who We Are. so I pray that as we call on your name we would contemplate our relationship with you and not use your name or try to use your power without a relationship of knowing you and without a deeper Longing To Know You. thank you that you hear us when we pray thank you that you long to know us be with us but you will never leave us never forsake us and pray this all in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, amen.

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I want to lift up Kathy and prayer she called Going through father you know what they stand in Anita father I'm asking a little guy that you just give them God and send directions father as to which way to go father. allow them not to lean on their own understanding. dear Lord I'm asking for strength for all them, asking for comfort for them Lord God, and they are dealing with some difficult situations Lord God I'm asking Lord God you just show yourself Mighty Lord God and regardless of what they're going through father that you will be there for them Lord father marriage is a sacred thing Lord God as I went through a difficult time in my marriage father so I know look how exactly what it feels like. Lord but father I'm asking Lord God you just to It's A Touch of situation just look up Just Have Your Way father I really don't know what else to say father, all I can say is the difficult when that marriage starts to fall apart but father I am a living testimony Lord God and I know that you can draw them back lord God back lord God to the loving and the caring father and look how you just the intercede Lord God just in the middle of God just bring that triangle together and I'm just trusting and believing father and the mighty name of Jesus Lord God this is my prayer to you and then

good morning DAB chronological this is Cynthia in Upstate New York and today is the 19th of November I would love to pray for Tanya and Ohio and I'd like to pray for Jill and her family Heavenly Father we say thank you for today and thank you for all that you give us we could not be here and we could not do the things we do without you and we do say thank you for that I come to you asking for prayer for Tanya and her family she has a boyfriend that she cares a great deal about but she has seen some red flags and doesn't quite know what to do with it but you do Lord I ask that you and your perfect will be done in her life to see and know so that she can make good decisions for her family Lord she loves you and that's evident that she's come to you even asking for prayer for him and I also pray for him that your will be done in his life as well as in hers to help make the choices and I pray for Jill and her family I thank you from the bottom of my heart for sending such a beautiful platform to this world and helping us to know who you are by bringing us all around this Global campfire what a wonderful an amazing gift of Technology you've brought into this world so I thank you Jill and I thank your whole family for bringing so many of us together I had eye surgery in January and probably would have never found this place if not do the direction of a friend so Lord Jesus I thank you and your great Providence for direction and guidance and I just say a prayer for everyone today if you do not know the Lord Jesus please bring him into your life it's the best decision you'll ever make thank you Jesus amen

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tatakaebomb · 3 years ago

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Daddy’s girl

ꕥ Pairing : Dilf! Kuroo x Reader

ꕥ Synopsis : a sex site leading you to fuck your bestfriends dad? what a miracle worker.

ꕥ Word count : 3.1k

ꕥ TW : Smut, dumbification, domination, degrading, cam recording, nude photos, sending pictures, receiving pictures, fingering, choking, mutual masturbation, phone sex, AGE GAP, mentions of oral (f+m), slight manipulation, intrusion, unsolicited exposure, insecurity, vulgar language, perversion, sexualising, contemplation, dub con, fear play, breath play, s&m, SLIGHT ASPHYXIATION by choking, pornography, Dom! kuroo, v clear daddy issues, orgasm denial. 18+

'Hmm maybe more cleavage?' You think to yourself as you attempt to perfect the best tit pic. The lighting set low as you arched your back in attempt to make your breasts perkier than they already were.

The click of your camera and poke of your tongue had you contemplating on sending the next photo. Was it too risky? You may be able to make out who you were if you squinted hard enough, hair drifting down your shoulders as your completely naked form tucked underneath you on the pillowed bed.

'Forget it. I'll just send it...'

A sex site.

That's what you were doing.

Texting older men, trading nude photos as you giggled at the sight of them harshly pulling back their foreskin, cum trickling down their stomachs as they beg for even a glimpse of your beautiful face. Your body on full display as you played with yourself on video call, eyes oogling and tongues drooling at the sight of you, face indistinguishable as you merely angled the camera low towards your figure.

It was boring, your regular routine as a horny university student. Youth did nothing for you. You had the lazy hookups with the sleazy college students, you had your pussy ate out, you had your lips latched onto another guys writhed tip as he did nothing but loosely stare down at you. Yuck.

You had nothing good in your sex life, nothing adventurous or interesting. That's why you signed up for this site - no expectations, no awkward talking stage. Just vulgar photos and pornography shared between two anonymous people.

*1 message request from k3rc4t*

Looking at your phone you glimpsed at the sight of a topless man, abs coated in sweat as his drawers hung low on his waist, swiping on his photos they were all the same, teases from himself as he cups his large girth in the last photo, outline of a semi hard cock struck out from his boxers.

K3rc4t -

Hey beautiful.

Tapping your fingers at your phone you eagerly replied. It's been a while since you've had a well in shape guy message you.

Fk7slut -

Hey daddy...

K3RC4T is typing...

K3rc4t -

Fuck you look so tight. Your pictures get me hard.

Laughing at his lewd comments you typed back to him. Biting your lip at the pictures he's sending you, cock hard, throbbing against his hand as his veins pulse out to you. Balls hanging loosely under it as you could see he's clearly trained in shared pornography.

You snapped back, red lingerie glowing out to him as your nipple 'happened' to be poking out enough to tease him, you smiled at the way he was so quick to open it. The way he was so frantic to speak to you. Typical coming from men on this app.

A knock to your door had you scrambling to your feet, tired face and oversized top thrown over your figure as your eyelash extensions almost teared apart from how hard you were rubbing your eyes.

'Hm?' You said opening the door, sun catching you off guard as you almost hissed from the brightness.

'Y/N? It's 2PM?! I told you to be up at 10am. Whatever. Let me in I forgot the key'

Your bestfriend, Mai kuroo. You've known her for 4 years and ever since then you've been inseparable. Two peas in a pod you could say.

Moving to a side she trailed in, arms slumped across her body as she took you in. You looked a disaster, hardly correlating what's happening around you.

'So. My parents are getting a divorce...'

'What a way to put that to me first thing in the morning.' You laugh, walking into the kitchen pouring yourself a glass of black coffee.

'Yep. And you know what that means?' She trailed behind you, slumping herself over the counter as she leans her head on one of her hands. Cute smile beaming out to you as you KNOW she's about to ask you for a favour.

'...what...' you sip your coffee, attempting to ignore her pleading expression.

'Your coming with me to stay at my dads new house! Yay!' She clapped her hands. Expecting you to be as happy as she is. Instead you furrowed your eyebrows, why are you dragged into this.

'Mai as much as I love you, that's not fucking happening.'

'What why??' She whined.

'Isn't that a bit awkward, you know? Your parents just got a divorce why do I need to come with you anyways. I've hardly met him'

'And that's why! Please y/n. He works a lot so I don't see him much and he said I can bring you to stay. He owns a huge mansion in Tokyo. TOKYO. We can go on a shopping spree, explore the city, pleaseee... I really need a friend in need.'

Huffing you gave in. A few days off work is harmless you suppose.

1am

K3rc4t -

Wanna video call? ;)

Setting your phone up on the edge of your bed you lowered the camera, long hair thrown over your shoulder as you crossed your legs over your bed. Waiting for him to pick up the phone.

'Hey beautiful' you heard him through the phone. Voice lower and sexier than you were prepared for.

'Hey daddy, you okay? I was thinking about you today...' you mumble through the phone. Pulling your top down harsh against your body to show the outline of your breasts and nipples.

The camera was directed towards his body, his laptop seemed to be laying on his lap as his figure rested against the headboard. Lazy set up as you could make out the band of his boxers and his semi hard erection lifting up slightly.

'Really? What you been thinking of beautiful.' You Heard his mellow voice murmur as he lifted his arm to rest on the headboard, arms flexed up as his muscles glowed into the camera.

'Just you daddy, and how bad I wanna feel your fingers inside me. How much I want your big dick inside of me...' You moved against the bed as you tried your hardest not to let your head drop low enough to show ur face.

'Yeah? Well why don't you show me baby. Take off your top lemme see those pretty tits.'

Complying you rolled your top off and threw it to the floor, hands moving up to pinch and play at your nipples, head swinging back as you heard his slight grunting from the other side of the phone, he himself teasing his rock hard cock through his material.

'Mm you like that daddy? I wanna touch myself so bad please daddy...' you cooed, the material of the bed not enough to keep you from getting over excited.

'Go on baby, show me what those fingers do.' He finally replied, his hand stroking himself at this point as you eagerly laid slightly back on your bed, head swung back as you pushed your digits inside you. A loud moan slipping from your lips as you pushed in and out of yourself, two fingers knuckle deep inside you as you slowly hit your g spot. Groans slipping from the anonymous man every time he heard the way your pussy squelched at just a simple touch.

'If you want me princess, two fingers isn't big enough. Put another one in there, and I wanna see you squirt. Got it?'

'Y-yes daddy' you hesitantly pushed your third finger inside of you as you picked up the space, clit writhing under your touch as your thumb moved to fiercely rub at it. Your eye catching onto the way he pulled out his cock and slapped it against his toned stomach, hand moving to fuck hinself at the same pace your going.

'A-ah-yes mm-' you muttered, feeling yourself almost come undone at the sheer size of him touching himself, uncircumcised huge dick rubbed against his large hand. Small mutters and groans escaping his hidden lips as he was mesmerised with the way your fingers delved inside of you.

'I-I'm gonn- cum- fuck fuck' you dragged out your lips, the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter the more you pushed inside yourself, video camera showing everything and more inside of you, the way your fingers curled inside of you, the way your clit beamed out onto the camera, the way slick began coating your legs and inside.

'Yeah? Cum for me baby fuck.'

So you did exactly that. Fluids spraying from under you as you squirted right onto your phone, head falling back as you continued to rub yourself right till your end. And so did he, spurts of cum hitting his torso as he watched yourself writhe so sexily with his permission. You were so submissive. So beautiful...

'Here we are!' Mai cheered infront of the grand house.

It was huge, paved driveway opening up towards beautiful steps perfectly carved to fit the modernised aesthetic of the house. Mai's dad must be a millionaire.

'Dad!' She screamed. Dropping her bags and jumping into her dads arms. He effortlessly twirled her in his arms as you were still in shock at the size of this place. You knew he was rich but this was overwhelming.

'Y/N. This is my dad. Dad, y/n'

'Nice to meet you sir'

'Oh please call me kuroo' familiar voice spoke out

You take in his hand and shake it, tinted glasses not being able to show the way you took in his clearly athletic body. Mai's dad was really something else. Why would anyone divorce HIM?

Every morning you'd be served with pancakes and syrup, a full English breakfast served on plates beneath you with so many things to choose from.

Every morning you'd be woken up to the sight of Mai waving her dads unlimited credit card in your face. Another shopping spree, of course you never took his money, even though he insisted.

Every morning you'd hope to get with someone like him, he's your friends father you know. Not HIM but like him. Not so bad right?

He was laughing with you when you spoke to him, occasionally you caught small glances from him being thrown your way, and you won't lie sometimes you put on a little show. Low cut tops and cute smile from you every time he would pass, knowing he would do his hardest not to disrupt your modesty. Knowing he would go into his room and think about how he needs to contain himself. Your his daughters bestfriend? A bit lewd coming from the fact he's pretty much double your age.

It's not any easier for you. He's so polite, so kind, sure you felt wrong doing this to Mai. But she was too oblivious to notice. Too interested in the way her newest shoes made her walk funny, or the fact her designer dress didn't fit her.

9 days. 9 days was all you had in this before you had to go back home, and the 9th night wrapped round ever so fast.

You didn't have much time to yourself, heck hardly any time. The only privacy you got was in the spare room of the house which u slept in. Even then you hardly slept a wink, too busy entertaining the guy on the other end of the phone.

And that's where it took you. As you patiently waited for him to reply to your newest nude you slumped your head on the back of the bed, naked form being cooled by the wind of the fan blowing in your direction. Fingers anxiously refreshing your phone for every second it took for him to reply.

K3rc4t -

That's it? Cmon princess I wanna see more of you. As much as I love your body show me more of those pretty lips.

You contemplated this. He wanted a face reveal, you wasn't insecure, you knew that your looks would be enough to have him crazy over you but...wouldn't it strip from the fun?

You moved to place your thumb on your mouth, teasingly pulling down your lip as you peered up into The lense, whole face on display as you fluttered your lashes up, the shutter went off and there you reluctantly sent it. Heart almost pounding at the thought of him receiving it.

Five minutes. Five whole minutes ago he read it. What's he doing? Maybe he's busy? Maybe his phone died? Maybe he's taking one back?...

You knew this was a bad idea, maybe it's leaked all over the internet. Maybe everyone's gonna find out about your secret little addiction. You almost bursted into tears at the thought of it, with every second that passed you grew more and more insane.

'Fucks sake I wish I never trusted h-'

'Y/N?'

You heard your name being called from outside your room as you froze at the sound of mai's dad. What do you do? Shit the doors opening.

Before you could move to cover your naked form up with the blanket you saw him step inside. Your phone being thrown on the bed in pure shock of what's going on.

You frantically move to grab your shirt and cover yourself but before you could you were pinned down on the bed, his face merely centre meters from yours.

'K-kuroo...?'

'Y/N... Or should I even call you that?'

Confusion was the only thing you felt the more you stared up at him, his lingering eyes peering down your body as he seperated himself from you, standing broad and tall above you as you felt small and narrow underneath him.

'What?..I-I'm sorry but isn't it a bit intrusive to walk in on me like this?!' Collecting your words together you felt yourself getting more annoyed at the sight of him there, as attractive as he is you still deserve your personal space.

'Yeah? Really? I knew there was something about you the second you came in here. Thinking you can walk around with those slutty skirts and low tops. Fuck I don't know how I've stopped myself this long...'

'What the fuck are you on about? Why are you in here?'

'I'm hurt, you seriously don't recognise my voice? Maybe if I tell you what to do one more time your memory might come back to you'

And there it was, the realisation of what's going on. He's the guy on the other end, he's the one you fuck yourself to every other night, he's the one you cum over and over just to the sound of his commands. HES MAI's DAD.

'Y-your... tha- THATS YOU?!'

'Yep. And considering that last photo you sent me your getting fucked like there's no tomorrow, just how you've been begging me to do, isn't that right baby...'

His lips move to latch onto yours as you struggle underneath him, body writhing under his touch as his finger moves up to play with your nipple, tongue entering your mouth, gathering all the saliva he can as you moaned loudly as the feeling of his hardened clothed cock rutting into you.

Two fingers suddenly shot into your mouth, your hand moving to clutch at his wrist as you sucked harshly onto his long fingers, eyes staring straight into his as he watched you greedily shake for more.

'It's like you want my daughter walking in here, is that what you want, her to see me fucking her pretty little bestfriend, yeah?'

Your head frantically moved left to right, too scared of the consequences if she saw you fucking her dad. How would you explain it? He was the one you've been sexting these past few months, he's the guy whose seen you naked more times than she has?

'Your such a little slut, fuck your legs are coated...' he took his fingers out and played with the flesh on your thighs, a soft moan escaping your lips the closer he got to your cunt, fingers scissoring your slit as you were almost begging for him to touch you. Atleast once. All these months of waiting for him, for him only to be your new profound crush? Is this a dream come true?

‘Kuroo- please- need you..’ you struggled to get your words out as he continued rubbing you gently, teasing you with long flicks to your aching pussy.

‘Kuroo? That’s my name now? I prefer the other name you gave me baby..’

‘Daddy please- please..’

His fingers moved inside of you as your back arched off your bed, drool slipping from your mouth as your head lolled to the side. His pace agonisingly slow as he moved to rub your clit with his rough thumb, smirking at the way you winced at the cutting inside of you.

‘Use your words baby..’

‘Mmmm faster please- please I’ll be good I won’t be loud..’ you begged. He had enough, his cock was so strained against him at the sight of you already spoilt underneath him. He played with you, your pussy dripping his fingers as he glared at the way you sucked him in so well, glossy fingers coated with your slick as you moaned and cooed at the feeling of him inside of you. Heavy pants escaping your lips the closer you got to reaching your high, eyes glistening from the agonising teasing.

‘Gnna cum- so close’

‘Cum and I’ll spank you till your screaming, got it? Your so tempting baby, you sure you deserve my cock?’

‘YES- yes yes yes yes yesssssss’ you dragged out mind dumb and lust blown from the magic he’s already done from underneath you. To focused on not releasing already you didn’t even feel him pull himself out, only to replace it with his large aching cock, long veins striking down it as he pounded balls deep inside of you, fingers reaching inside your mouth as his other hand moved to choke your neck, you looked so dazed underneath him, tits moving up and down as your tongue lolled out, you look exactly like his imagination, he had to do everything to contain himself.

‘God your as tight as I thought you’d be…’ he murmured, eyes locked onto where you both connect, fingers blocking your airways as you felt your head almost go blank from dizzyness.

‘Daddy pleasseeeee- wan you please… inside please.’ You were knocked out, he already made you so dumb on his cock without having to try. You were such a pleasure to fuck, such an imaginable girl.

‘Cum for me baby- fuc-fuck-‘

On instance you both came at the same time, a large wail stripping from your body as his head hung low, eyes clammed shut in an attempt to reach his high. Large pants and breathing shared within the room as you both were too knocked off to realise what just happened…

‘DAD?!’

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kthynes · 3 years ago

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a fuck stop

18+

With every journey there’s a destination.

trucker!ransom x fem!reader

warnings: course language, brief mentions of harassment, smut, bordering dub-con (but both parties are willing participants), either way MINORS DNI. This contains the following acts: oral (m receiving), face fucking, semi-public, rough protected sex (p in v), cum play, pet names. Slightly innocent fem!reader.

author's note: I was definitely over my head while writing this. Lmao it is what it is.

taglist: @patzammit @mrs-djokovic @ysmmsy

This has not been beta’d, any fuck ups are my own.

Somewhere in the middle of sandy, bum-fuck Arizona, Ransoms rafting truck churns to make a short pit stop. Al’s Handy Gas Mart, the peeling marquise board reads.

Get where you’re going with Al’s help.

The scorching summer heat sirens a gradual buzzing noise that is distinct to the human ears and could have easily been mistaken for the seasonal cicadas that did their usual dance.

There's some reluctance as the delinquent trucker squints past the harsh orbital rays and flips off the switchboard radar that proctors every signal and call. In this groveling instant, his transporter buddies, mostly old and balding men in their late 40s, were having a hoot, cruising down the winding i-95 and every interstate toll. Their whereabouts were scattered with very little indication. Some could be laundering south of the border, maybe shuttering the eastern seaboard or comrading the mid-west. Inevitably, Ransom didn't care to know, tuning into utter radio silence and a pint size of disassociation that came along with it.

The gravel rickets and crunches against the tough leather tires as he slowly approaches a designated haul over. While still learning shift, he finally yanks down the gear shift into park while the engine chugs on for life, rattling the offloaded truck bed behind him. Eventually the keys fall out of the ignition slot and he starts to regather his thoughts.

He does this a lot. Contemplates. Staggers. Hopes to get a call of some sort but then is left disappointed. Harlan's dead. Marta has a settlement order out for him and his own mother has disbanded the idea of spawning a son in the first place. Insipidus if you ask him. But that was it. He'd have to work for his money now, see counsellors, his PO, Callista who retrains him to be a better man and not reoffend if there's ever a given will and/or reason. His odyssey is only his and for that he exhales, profoundly.

While distracting himself through means of people-watching, Ransom runs a steady hand over his now abundant 5 o’clock shadow that covers his once cleanly shaven and youthful physiognomy. He holds himself at the sight of nothingness.

It’s a piss off and with more than two days on the open road he's finally had enough.

🌵

“Well there’s a tune you don’t hear often.” A stocky, old man rivets the second he steps into the shoebox shop. “What a guy, I tell ya.”

Hans Olson was the topic of discussion. His music inflates from the dodgy surround sound. You, on the other hand, barely gave a rat's ass.

“I guess.” You carelessly gnaw on your necklace, looking past the sprawling window pane to make sure that no cracksman stole gas from the loose latches. To your surprise there’s not a single soul that idles by, gas prices were at an all time low (in a utopian society) yet you could never be too sure.

“Pump 2, doll face.” Pudgy Patterson states, leering over the counter as a way to grab your attention. He’s inadvertently chewing on something, tobacco? Gum? His unfinished meal you’d assume.

"Credit, debit or cash?" You dryly reaffirm, scrunching your nose at his heady body odor.

His unsaid expectation falls short when you start up the till, punching in an abstract combo code and then punting a hellish smile that demurs your discomfort.

“Can you break a hundred?” He eventually sifts through his wallet and puts down a mangy, water damaged bill.

Your hesitation persists, slowly retrieving the note as your eyes return to survey the outside yonder.

Ching! The register drawer pops open and you begin to count his change while doing a not-so-subtle double take out the glass aperture.

In the orange hue glow, you owlishly stare at Ransom Drysdale who hops out of the truck and slams the door shut. He stands his ground while adjusting his Guns ‘n Roses ball cap that sits atop his mousy swept tresses. You admired the fine, towering man, clad in a pair of faded blue jeans and a size too small black tee. His large feet were anchored the muddiest pair of Windriver boots as he kicked up his stride.

Your watchful eyes go dry with interest, quivering innately at his presence. He’s someone new. Someone absolutely insatiable.

“You know, a pretty little thing like yourself shouldn’t be working at a truck stop.” You’re forgetful of the grimy stranger who’s still around, leering at your candor that falters just the slightest.

“Shouldn’t be your concern.” You snap while giving him his exact change. “Have a good day now.”

“Not so fast peaches. Gimme a pack of Dunhills will ya?” He wags a finger behind you where there’s a closed filing cabinet stocked with easy to buy cigs and cartridge pens.

“All out.” You say.

“You’re a no-good liar. You didn’t even check.”

“I don’t have to, I know my inventory.” You deadpan.

“Why don’t I check for ya.” He rudely insists, coming around the counter to ambush your parole.

“Oh what the fuck dude!”

One by one he rifles through the unit and tosses each box onto the plexiglass counter.

“Let’s see we’ve got Camels, Marlboros, Pall Mall, Backwoods…” And then he looks at you, deviously licking his chops, eyes darkening like the abysmal night. “Hmm and what’s this?”

Behind the till you’re a sore sight to see; frayed short shorts and a busty white v neck that has a matching grease stain the size of Arkansas, compliments of the job in itself. He pokes his nose forward, sniffing out the sweet aroma of flora, gasoline and the slight notes of coffee you had prior to. Like a predator drawn to his prey, you have his vices in check.

“A dainty ol’e Sue... Oh would I love to taste you.” He touches and tosses your hair, you recoil with disgust upon contact. He longingly sneers, taking on your discomfort as a power play to get his erection going. Fucking wacko. “I gotta say, Al is a true Hefner for hiring ‘em young and ripe.”

The stranger edges forward and you scoot back, letting your manicured claws drag along the porous ledge with each walk in step. You heed caution and warning, something you were so desperately trying to work on as your voice trembles.

“I’d appreciate it if you back the fuck off.”

“No can do sweets not until I get some.” His dirtied paw reaches to cup your face and you narrowly turn away, ready to invoke a knee jerk reaction. “C’mon baby, give me a chance, hmm? I promise it’ll be good fun…” He sanctions right under while you pinched your eyes shut.

“We can do it right here, where no one's watching—“ His knuckles rub up the side of your thighs, coaxing you to spread your feet apart and be a willful contender. It’s broad daylight. Sin becomes a sinuous resolve. “What do you say?”

Ransom clears his throat right in time. It’s a glottal record scratch that stops ‘Jimmy’ in his place. His jaw ticks in stride of his heinous pursuit, a hand that rests by your bare leg turns into a balled fist.

There’s some dense relief. Your malignant heartbeat steadies and soon after an easy, unintentional breath escapes your lips, thanking your luck and savior.

“One of the pumps out front isn’t giving. You might wanna throw a sign on it.” Upon interaction, Ransom modulates a low, dangerous twang that isn’t native to the county you were in. Your curiosity piques while he awaits his turn, barely meeting your eye.

“Oh OK, I’ll, um, have that looked at shortly.” You salute his less than verbose demeanor. “I-I can help you whenever you’re ready.”

“I don’t think we’re done here.” The man encroaching your space sticks an arm out and cages you back into the corner. Your dismay stouts him as he expects you to turn the other trucker away.

Ransom stands stock still, eyes drawn to his flap wallet. He’s nonchalantly looking through cards and loose change, thinking out loud almost.

“Come meet me out back.”

“How ‘bout you hit the road, partner.” Ransom finally grovels. He doesn’t tolerate bullies and weak men who assert their sexual dominance on women who counter with no, a full perfunctory sentence.

“Not a chance. You can pay and leave us be.”

Ransom sibilants in defeat, murmuring something crassly unheard of. There’s a daunting fixation that furrows his brows together, deciding he’d pay you with fortitude instead.

“You know this guy, sweetheart?” He turns to stare at you and you’re astounded by the brightest baby blues known to man.

“U-Uh, no sir.”

Sir. Ransom liked the sound of that. He sucks in a deep breath, not expecting to cause a scene or be an unfavorable vigilante. But the sweet look on your face was absolutely beguiling, merciless of his ill-thoughts that came to him in the darkest hour. It’s been a long time coming, maybe you could be a pure succor. Suck or…

“Hmm,” he hums to himself. Toady Tom eyes him with vengeance that silently remunerates the atmosphere that grows heavy. “And do you want him to stay or leave?”

Ransom slides a weightless 50 on top of the scratched up counter and you swallow thickly, finding your voice again. “Leave.”

“Well then, I guess that settles it.” The perverted man behind the counter scoffs. He’s incredulous, tongue pressed against the shallows of his cheek. He almost surrenders but the jaunt stubbornness prevails.

"Yeah right."

"You heard the lady.” Ransom reminds the impolite patron.

“Far from a lady.” He instantly sneers before turning to you with a loaded threat. “You watch yourself now little one, I’m only just a few doors down. Don’t think I won’t find ya.”

“Fahk outta here.” Ransom enforces, growing agitated by the second. They share some imparted words, one man sizing up the other.

After a few Milkyways and bags of Lays splatter across the tile floor, the door chimes violently rattle with his obdurate departure. He’s gone like the wind. But that isn’t enough to detract you, to have you thanking the beautiful man in front of you who now looks completely unfazed.

“Thank you… for that.” You shakily express and he nods, properly sighting your illustrious figure.

“Of course.”

“Will that be all for today?” You mistakenly ask, mid-transaction and innocuous of his furthering insinuations. He simply smirks.

🌵

Your naivety and his spare will took an iniquitous turn.

The ‘Be Right Back in A Jiffy’ sign is flipped over while you’re quaffing down a nicely sized dick to the hilt. The warm, heavy appendage slides against your tongue that grafts each vein along his shaft. His leaky tip knocks at your tonsils while you manage to savor him to the fullest.

Ransom is helplessly in awe of your talents as he lets out a foul, debauched whimper. You’re glomming onto his cock for dear life as a thank you, needn’t he forget.

“Fuck sweetheart, you ain’t holdin’ back one bit.” He bucks as your hands go to knead his bare ass, gyrating him into a slow release. His large hands gather themselves in the root of your hair, yanking your head back when your testy teeth gently graze against his shaft.

“Watch the teeth, pretty girl.” He grits and you listen, humming a doe eyed look that overcomes him with a painful groan.

You’re a slobbering mess, jaw slack and locked in place. Your bare knees were planted on the perforated safe grip mat behind the till. His back, pressed against the ledge and away from an unseen crowd.

Midday was a rueful misdeemed fuck and you both reveled in it, letting out a symphony of taunting moans and grunts.

“So, so fucking beautiful.” He growls as you retreat, using your saliva and hands to sloppily lube up his manhood. You start fisting him, swirling your tongue just around the tip and that was enough for him to meet your eager pumps. He’s completely wrecked, caroling his sound praises and the ebb of your motions. His face puckers when the endorphins tingle right through his cock, an impassioned ache that needs relief.

“Just like that.” He breathes, feeling himself emancipated with tightness that recoils deep in his balls. “Mmm, that’s it. Fuck.” He tightly binds his eyes shut in the climb.

“Christ, I’m gonna cum.” Ransom is so close. His hands move your head back and forth with the propulsion of his hips sawing into your mouth.

With determination, you milk him dry, suckling on his tender flesh that slowly sears a hot opening and releases his furling spend in your oral cavity. The syrupy white substance coats your throat as you slither away to graciously swallow, stringing along spit and pride in your resurgence. His wet cock is semi-hard, bobbing after a good blow. His chest rises and falls as you rest on your haunches, appeased by the savoring musky flavor. The glassy look in his eyes stagnates when he tilts your chin up between his forefinger, assessing the damage with high praise.

“Well done princess.” He runs a thumb over your bottom lip, collecting a bit of his cum that seeps out before bringing it to his lips to taste.

“Anything else, sir?”

Oh you were a helpless one. “Get up.” He orders, wanting something quick and dirty.

“You don’t ask, you take,” You mewl at his disorderly aggression as he turned you around, his front pressed against your back. You swell at his dominance, not taking into account that you could be gutted any second and left for dead. "But only if you want to. Do you want this?"

You wordlessly nod at his manifesto.

“What was that?” He breathes heavily in your ear, hands trailing up the side of your body.

“Yes, sir.” You meekly reply, all the air vacuumed out of your lungs.

“Good girl.” Not letting a second pass, Ransom yanks down your cut offs and thong, bearing him your wet throbbing cunt and an unsparing ass. He takes his time admiring your backside and spreads your cheeks apart, bemused by the line of slick that glistens under the fluorescent lighting. He wets his bottom lip as a sign of fascination, adjusting his stance forward while you’re preening with anticipation.

“Please.” You pathetically whisper letting his thick fingers swipe through your folds, just merely grazing your entrance.

“Please what?” He curtly rasps.

“Please fuck me.”

“Fuck you good or fuck you quick?”

“Both.” You pant, slumping forward with your body halfway across the countertop.

“And would you like my fingers or my cock, princess?” He tests even though his middle and ring fingers are already circling your clit and making you cower.

“I-I don’t know.” You cry from pleasure that clouds your overall judgement, brows furrowed at the bubbling sensation in your core that short circuits your poor brain.

“You don’t know?” He mocks, going up a baritone.

“I—“ You wheeze, feeling his deft fingers work in and out of your pussy with slow tenacity. The way your body gave out to him was humiliating. From the slurping wet scissor thrusts to your shrewd little moans egging him on, Ransom couldn't be any more dignified. He needed this form of control and ousting, it made him feel godly, salaciously taking him back to the way he's always been. “Oh god.”

In your blissful state, Ransom reaches for the accordion pack of condoms that were left hung up on the side. He uses his teeth to rip one open before abandoning his finger fucking strife to properly pinch and roll the condom on. You moan at the loss of contact and then he harrumphs with a compliant thrust just to shut you up.

You squeal, feeling his fullness only reach halfway into your cunt. You were ill prepared. The initial burn and stretch was agonizing and it became too impermeable to let go.

"Shit." Ransom respires with discomfort, he didn't mean for that happen as your mouth falls open and your head rolls back, impartially cock drunk.

“I need you to relax, princess. Can you do that for me?” He whispers in your hair while using a hand to leverage your legs apart, slightly bending at the knees to ease his drive. Your pelvic floor muscles loosen up a bit as he fed you inch by inch. Your toes begin to curl up against the rubberized mats, your bodies finally come together as one. Your tight cunt does the honorable thing and sucks him right in without give. With a sharp intake of breath, Ransom tries his damned hardest not to bust his load in you, stiffening his movements to implore a faintly found. “Fuck... you feel s'good, princess.”

He’s fully seated in you, not budging one bit and questioning his need to cherish the moment.

“Mmm.” You hum desperately rolling your hips to alleviate the straining ache in your core while bracing the ridged tabletop.

"All for me, huh?" Ransom took it upon himself, your seldom plea, to fuck you senseless. He soon grunts and ruts his hot cock into your weeping little cunt, startling you in the endeavor.

Your squeaks prevail at a piercing octave. The fiery sensation, thrust and drive has your eyes rolling in the back of your skull. The sounds of slapping skin, loose change rattling in the register and the breathy high pitched moans calibrated the impactful sex. It’s an infinite juxtaposition of two strangers sharing bodily fluids and momentary, carnal pleasure that remained completely oblivious to the ghost towners around.

“God you’re taking my cock so well.” His hand comes around and cups you above your pubic mound, feeling his bulge and sidling some pressure to amount your acclimating climax. He intuitively stimulates your g-spot and that’s enough to drive you buck wild.

“Fuck!” You flutter around his cock as a sure fire sign that you were about to cum.

“You feel that?” He husks, steadily rocking his hips.

“Harder, baby.” You urge, a hand reaching over your shoulder to ghost his cheek, craving his physical closeness in your undoing. He follows through on your order, tightly gripping on your waist to continue his ramming thrusts.

Your straining breasts jiggles as both your hands slam onto the wooden flange for support. After a few rigorous pumps, your internal coil snaps, a warm electric release floods through you.

Ransom continues his chase through your pulsating schlump. He hisses as the dam bursts and ropes of his seed balloon up in the condom, unfulfilling you of him.

There’s that clarity. You’re both breathless and spent, wasting in each other's coital recollection. It’s fucking bleak for two self-effacing individuals who weren’t on a first name basis, wrapped up in a shoddy service station and dribbling in each other’s cum.

“You good?” Ransom asks while hovering over you. He lets his dick soften before pulling himself out and leaving you warmly hollow.

“Yeah.” You murmur, looking over your shoulder to dazzle a light grin. He’s appeased, carelessly eyeing the line of your bitten lips and mirrors an opaque smile of his own. He's not a mind reader but there's definitely something more to you that he can't ascribe.

“Sure?”

“Mhm.” You sing.

“Good.”

He discards the banded condom and lets you redress. There’s some muddling silence that thrives with naughtiness.

“Thank you for stopping by Al’s Handy Mart. We hope you come again.” You charm while readjusting yourself behind the till, very well knowing that you're probably going to have to take a bird bath in the restroom later. Ransom is fully dressed for his travels, trouser button left open as he rounds the corner to grab some Gatorade from the stock fridge and a couple stray bags of chips.

“Oh I'll definitely come for you.” He jokes, swigging his drink with one foot out the door and his dick still twitching for more.

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littlemisspascal · 2 years ago

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The Before

Pairing: Ruescott Melshi x Female Reader

Word Count: 4000+

Summary: There is a story before, when, and after Keef Girgo enters your life. This is the Before.

Rating: M (18+, minors please do not engage!)

Warnings: Prison/Narkina 5 storyline but an AU where woman inmates are assigned to each unit as 'peacekeepers', language, established relationship, non-descriptive smut + references of smut, possessiveness, rough handling, biting, references of violence + blood, non-descriptive suicide (not major character death)

- Reader has no official name and no physical traits described in detail. However, she is picked up twice + is implied to be shorter than Melshi (because I'm a sucker for height differences)

Author Note: So...Idk what happened, I just watched Andor and something about the prison arc really resonated with me. And I really loved Melshi’s scenes and his connection with Cassian (or, Keef, I guess technically lol) so I decided to give writing for him a shot. I am not a smut writer, it’s just not for me, but I wanted to also try to step outside my usual comfort zone a little bit too when writing and thus---this fic was born. Hope someone enjoys it 😊

Special thanks to @beecastle for beta reading and encouraging me 💜

The When

There is a scar across the top of Melshi’s hand that flashes silvery-white whenever the light catches it just right. You’ve been mesmerized by it for almost a dozen shifts now. His hands, in general, have starred in many of your dreams: the sandpaper quality of his skin, thick fingers covered in calluses, how they flex and fidget when he works.

Once upon a time your mind used to torture you by fantasizing what those hands would feel like touching you. If he’d be rough or gentle. How lucky you are now to know reality is better than even your wildest fantasies.

From the other side of the table, where he’s twisting a bolt into place with a hydrospanner, Melshi’s eyes lift to meet yours. The sleeves of his uniform are rolled up, exposing pale skin rippling as his muscles tighten and slacken with every movement. You track the faint blue lines of veins along the tender flesh of his wrists, up his forearms, imagining you can follow them all the way to his heart. The whooshing of blood pumping in your ears is nearly loud enough to block out the ruckus of machinery sounds.

Nearly.

Melshi’s brow twitches, a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it show of concern. An unspoken question only you hear. What’s wrong?

Other prisoners have described this place as hell, but you're not so sure. Hell is pain and anguish on an infinite loop—a fitting description to a T, except for one glaring exception. Narkina 5 has Melshi. So it can’t be hell, you reckon, because Melshi is the best thing that’s ever happened to you. He’s your everything.

Nothing, absolutely nothing can compete with what you have within these walls. Fresh air, sunshine, the smell of the dirt after it rains. You’d trade them all if it meant staying by his side.

You give the smallest shake of your head. Nothing. An even subtler quirk of an eyebrow. Thinking.

There’s more you could say. A whole book of dialogue exchanged in shrugs, facial tics, and flaring nostrils. Melshi would follow along with every nonexistent word.

But you don’t need to say anything else. Melshi understands your silences too.

He winks, sly as a fox.

Back to work, little dreamer.

—

The view outside the window is the same above as it is below, dozens of skybridges full of men standing in lines with a single woman spotted here and there amongst them. You press your forehead against the glass, reminiscent of your childhood days on commercial flights. Behind you, Melshi stands alert, keeping an eye on Kino shouting orders further up ahead, ready to pull you back in line at a second’s notice. He holds your hand, thumb absently rubbing circles.

For a moment, you contemplate stealing his attention. Look, Rue, you’d say, tapping at the window, gesturing to the gaps between the ugly facility where water pours down in torrents, breathtaking in its intensity. And Melshi would turn his head, dark eyes burning like a wildfire, and you’d forget the view immediately, discovering a far more beautiful sight.

But Kino opens his mouth again and you’re tugged back in line and the moment’s gone.

—

One morning, Ulaf gives you a scrutinizing look, his aged eyes dark and full of knowing, and says, “He’s it for you, isn’t he?”

The two of you walk side by side to the work ring, your turn to make sure he doesn’t get pushed around by the other prisoners. Up ahead, Melshi looks back every other step, glaring at anyone who gets too close to you, softening when he catches you smiling.

“Yes,” you say simply, feeling warm all over. “He is.”

—

You’ve hit another milestone. Your sentence is now in the double digits. It’s not the lowest on the level, that honor goes to Ulaf, but still, not everyone lasts this long. All the Table Five guys come up and pat you on the back when they hear. All of them, except for Melshi.

You get it—or you think you do, at least. Because your time together has felt like a bubble, a separate realm from the rest of the universe. This milestone is a ticking bomb threatening to destroy that.

This milestone is one step closer to a goodbye.

“It’s inevitable, dream. Our ending was written from the start,” Melshi says, and goes into his cell. Lights out is near. You’re standing on the floor, arms crossed over your chest, loathing the tense points of his shoulder blades beneath the white and orange scrubs.

“Don’t say that.”

“Why not? We both know it’s the truth.”

You stomp your foot and Melshi shoots you a look, squinting like he doesn’t recognize you anymore. You meet his stare unflinchingly.

He turns away a beat later, sighing through his nose. “C’mon, get inside.”

And that should be the end of it. You should let go of your churning frustration and join him in bed. Both of you should just keep on pretending everything’s fine, fall back smoothly into the same routines, and when your final shift comes you’ll leave without hesitation, never looking back. Just like the woman who left before you and the woman who left before her.

You’re not like those other women, though. Everyone’s said so—you still smile, still laugh. Still dream. So you remain motionless, even as the buzzer rings out and the floor lights blink.

“Quit fooling around, dream,” Melshi snaps, eyes darting between the floor and your face. His nostrils flare, mouth hard, but you know him better than anyone, see the cracks of worry behind his steely anger. “Either come here or get in your cell.”

Your eyes narrow.

“Dream.”

The overhead bulbs switch off.

“Dreamer.” His fear is blatant now, the whites of his eyes shining.

He’s not the only anxious one. Inmates are leaning out of their cells all along the block, some shouting at you to move, others watching with bated breath for a possible show of sparks and your bloodcurdling wails. You can feel Kino’s gaze drilling holes into you, and you know he knows nothing he says or does will influence you to move.

The only person who has that power is right in front of you.

Melshi.

The floor lights flicker their final warning.

Melshi, who’s snatching you around the waist and hauling you off the floor, all but throwing you into the safety of his cell. Melshi, who’s crowding you against the wall, grip harsh enough there’s sure to be bruises in the morning. Melshi who doesn’t want to say goodbye either.

“There are no inevitabilities with us. All we can depend on is each other, Rue,” you say, tilting your head back to lock gazes. He’s breathing harshly, chest heaving, but his eyes, oh his eyes are shining stars.

Defenses torn apart, emotions ripple across his face, one after the other like skipping stones. Anger, misery, panic, but underneath it all, what has your heart threatening to burst, is understanding. His right hand leaves your waist, seizing hold of your chin, forcing you to stay still. As if you’d rather be anywhere else.

“Don’t you ever do something so reckless like that again,” he says through gritted teeth, accent bolstered by his turmoil. His thumb ghosts over your bottom lip then, belying his temper. “I won’t always be there to save you.”

You lean forward in his hold, and the mere fact that he lets you sink into his personal space, hands winding around his neck, is proof enough of his devotion.

Your lips hover centimeters away from his, noses brushing, and a teasing smirk curls at the corner of your mouth as you peer up at half-lidded eyes dark with desire.

“Liar.”

—

The scarlet beam of a welding laser scorches the tender skin of your knuckles. It isn’t a severe burn—merely a painful inconvenience—but Melshi frets over it the rest of the shift and even afterwards in the sanctity of your shared cell, cradling your hand in his with all the gentleness of handling a baby bird.

“You need to stay focused, dreamer,” Melshi chastens, making a tsking sound with his tongue.

But you’ve been christened your moniker for a reason. Mind frequently drifting into the clouds far, far above, envisioning alternate lives beyond your underwater cage, making a home somewhere even the Empire and all its corruption cannot touch.

You grin back at him. “I kind of like it actually. We match now.”

Melshi glances down at his scarred hand, almost like he’d forgotten the mark was there. Something dark passes over his face, a shadow of a triggered memory. A chapter of his life he’ll never tell you about.

“Just don’t make it a habit,” is all he says.

—

It’s funny, in a way, how certain little elements of prison life start to feel comforting in their familiarness. A fresh set of scrubs every third day. Morning stretches with an ample variety of bedheads. Taga’s signing lessons. The boom of Kino’s voice. Flavorless mush in a tube. Feet padding along on chilled Tunqstoid tiles. The shrill whirs and whines of machinery. Melshi’s fingers trailing heat along your body, breaths and moans blurring together in the dark.

You wish you could reach out and bottle these moments, use them as painkillers on days when Table Five finishes last and the floor threatens to burn holes in the soles of your feet.

Jemboc nudges your arm with his, wondering where you drifted off to this time. You nudge him back, then shrug your shoulders. “Nowhere far.”

—

The guards don’t give two shits about what you and Melshi do after lights out. As long as you hold out your arm for a contraception injection at the start of each month and your “womanly influence” continues keeping the men of Unit Five-Two-D coolheaded, they won’t even care if you fucked a different cock every night.

They don’t need to care what happens to anybody dressed in white and orange—they’re not paid to care, only to press a couple of buttons and announce ominous messages over the intercom throughout the day. And you hate it. Hate them and the entire Empire manipulating the galaxy like a giant puppet on a string.

But you’re also a selfish creature.

What you have with Melshi, your messy and beautiful bond, has not only been allowed to grow in this gaping blind spot, but flourish. It’s like fate intertwined your paths. Like Narkina 5 was always in the cards from the get-go. And in the rare moments where Melshi looks at you with unbridled affection, that selfish part of you will sing joyously because this belongs to you, this is all you need to be happy. Nothing else.

The rest of the galaxy could burn to ashes.

—

You watch Melshi sleep, sometimes. Quiet, lower lip clenched between your teeth, not wanting to wake him up and lose the moment of indulgence.

You know what will happen if he catches you. It’s happened twice before and panned out the exact same way. He’ll give you a bleary-eyed look once he sees you staring. Followed immediately by unintelligible grumbling and a hand pulling you forward, burying your face into the nook between his neck and collarbone. A wordless command to go to sleep.

Holding his hand in the waiting lines and blowing him in the dark for three years, Melshi doesn’t mind at all. But watching him sleep, curled on his side with an arm slung over your waist, marveling at how much younger he looks while he dreams as the midnight hours tick by—that triggers the transformation of your strong and hardened lover into someone shy and wrongfooted. It does something funny to your heart, even funnier to your mind.

Makes you wonder how different he’d be if you’d met Melshi outside of prison, what would stay the same. Would he bring you flowers on your first date? Would he whisper mine in your ear and hold you flush against his chest while thrusting deep inside you?

Perhaps that’s the truth of why you keep watching Melshi sleep, to see glimpses of this alternate persona buried beneath the familiar layers.

You look up when fingers close around your wrist. And for a third time, you find yourself looking into the eyes of a stranger.

—

You first kissed Melshi on your 1,352th shift in the semi-privacy of the refresher, taking his face between your hands and smashing your mouths together.

It was all clashing teeth and needy tongues, and you tried to sink into the experience for all its worth, to let yourself be consumed entirely. But your heart pounded like a wrecking ball against your chest, and a voice in the back of your head screamed stop it! He’ll take advantage of you, for fuck’s sake!

The voice was momentarily drowned out by the wet heat of Melshi’s mouth, a teasing nip against your bottom lip, and a wave of pleasure rolled over you from head to toe, a dizzying and dearly missed sensation.

And then you forced yourself to pull away.

Melshi merely blinked at you, a little dazed looking, lips red and slightly swollen. Oh, Maker…

“Sorry,” you murmured, dragging your eyes away to look at a very interesting spot on the wall over his shoulder. “I-I wasn’t thinking. I just—”

“Liar,” Melshi cut you off, not unkindly. He smirked at your affronted look. “You’re always thinking, little dreamer.”

He wasn’t wrong. Your mind was always thinking, planning, imagining, drifting, analyzing. Still, you huffed and crossed your arms over your stomach. You’d rather he just reject you outright than continue exacerbating your discomfort.

“How often?”

You arched an eyebrow. “How often what?”

Melshi pinned you with a sharp look, like you were being purposefully difficult. He leaned closer then, and your breath caught as he brushed his fingertips over your temple, palm cradling your cheek. “How often do I cross your mind?”

You let out a shuddered exhale. You’d never been touched like that before. Touched like you were worth more than a quick fuck and a fake promise of calling again soon.

“Melshi,” you began only to be silenced by a thumb against your lips.

“Ruescott.”

Something inside of you cracked wide open.

“Ruescott,” you amended, voice barely above a murmur. His breath was hot against your cheeks, sending your thoughts into a whirlwind. “You…”

Maker, why was it so hard to focus?

You felt feverish all over. Every nerve ending ablaze. Melshi’s eyes never left yours. And he must have known. He must have.

“Ruescott,” you raised a hand, tentatively resting it over his, grounding yourself in the physical contact, “you never leave my mind.”

Something shifted in his gaze, a flicker of an emotion you couldn’t identify, and then Melshi lunged, swallowing your startled yelp with his mouth, lips colliding.

The sudden fierce moment had you stumbling backwards against the wall, but Melshi’s hand was quicker, protecting your skull from the hit. And you, you didn’t know if it were possible to pull him in any closer, hands fisted in the itchy fabric of his scrubs, his arousal grinding against your inner thigh, but fuck if you didn’t make an attempt.

Seconds, minutes, hours later—time had no meaning anymore, you were drunk on the taste of him—Melshi was the one dragging himself away with a low groan. You made an attempt to chase after his lips, but his hold on your upper arms was impossible to squirm out of, fingers flexing warningly.

“Not here, dream,” he said before throwing a glance over his shoulder.

Awareness of your surroundings abruptly came screaming back to you.

Oh, shit, you thought, the heat in your core extinguished immediately. Kissing was one thing to be caught doing, but two inmates letting loose their combined pent up sexual frustration in a fit of raw, unbridled fucking was quite another.

“Tonight,” he muttered, an oath sworn with another searing kiss. “Tonight I’m going to take care of you. I’ll fuck you so good every man on every level will know.”

You barely stifled the whimper in your throat. Insecurity bit at you, a parasite you couldn’t squash on your own. “Promise, Rue? You won’t leave me high and dry?”

Or worse, wet and wanting.

“Promise,” was the instant response; no hesitation, no thinking. And then, quieter, infused with such bleeding sincerity you felt the words like individual blows: “I’ll make you a second one, too. You’ll never have to worry about me leaving you.”

At the time you thought him romantic. Now you understand his real meaning: you’ll never know a day apart from him because your sentence is shorter than his.

—

“I love you,” you whisper in the midnight hours. Melshi pulls you closer, lips pressing against the crown of your head. One of his hands rests on the back of your neck, fingertips gently rubbing at your pulsepoint.

“When I…” he cuts himself off, and you can hear the quiver in his voice, the words catching in his throat. “When I dream about a life outside of here, you’re always there. Just you and me, somewhere warm…and...”

There’s a pause, a silence broken only by Melshi’s quiet exhale and faint snores from cells further down.

Your eyes sting, tears spilling down your cheeks. “And?”

“And we’re happy,” he says softly. “We’re so fucking happy.”

—

Group showers provoke warring emotions twice a week without fail.

On one hand, it’s nice to feel clean after sweating through your shifts. (Do you wish it didn’t require being tightly packed like sardines into a room with a bunch of unknown women and sprayed with frigid cold mist? Of course. But who’s gonna listen to your complaints? Nobody, that’s who.)

On the other hand, you’re separated from your group, from Melshi. And it’s like there are thorns digging into your backside the entire time, from the second you’re hustled away by a guard all too happy to leer at you while his hand rests pointedly on his zaprod to the moment you’re reunited with Unit Five-Two-D in the work room. Only when you’re back in their sight again—each of your Table Five boys sweeping their eyes over you, looking for signs of harm, a single hair out of place—you feel like you can breathe easily again.

You were brought here to be a peacekeeper amongst the men—negotiate with them, befriend them, be their punching bag or fucktoy, the method doesn’t matter so long as the conflict is settled—and on other levels you’d be expected to fulfill your duty to the utmost degree, but not here. Not here where Kino’s word is law and the men will suffer worse than a broken hand if they’re inappropriate with you.

Inmates aren’t supposed to think of themselves as lucky, not on Narkina 5 of all places, but you do.

To the guards, you’re a sacrificial lamb in a den of lions. Rumors say more women leave in body bags than by walking. But they have it all wrong in your case. You aren’t a lamb and the men aren’t lions.

You are a wolf, and they are your pack.

—

The odds are in Table Five’s favor today, resulting in a first place victory and flavored food waiting for you all in your cells. Between swallows the men banter and roughhouse like rowdy schoolboys, Xaul telling a crude joke about shaved banthas that makes you laugh so hard your ribs ache. Even Kino cracks a smile.

You lean back against Melshi’s chest, head tucked beneath his chin. Lucky, you think again, committing every detail to memory.

And you don’t know it yet—nobody does, not even the guards—but this is the last good day you’ll have at Narkina 5.

Tomorrow, everything will change.

—

You wake up to shouts ricocheting off the walls, nearly falling off the cot out of alarm if not for Melshi’s fast reflexes. The morning buzzer hasn’t rung yet, floor still electric, but the whole block is an enraged swarm, an overwhelming cacophony of cursing and bellowing. Even more worrying, Kino won’t make eye contact when you look to him for answers.

And then you see it.

Melshi’s number has increased.

There’s a loaded moment where you can’t believe what you’re seeing. You tap at the screen with trembling fingers, thinking it’s a glitch, it has to be, because if it’s not then that means—Oh, Maker, you can’t even finish the thought—but the number doesn’t change, doesn’t flicker. Your insistent taps become slaps, palms aching, and you don’t realize you’ve joined in the shouting until Melshi’s pulling you backwards with an arm around your stomach.

“It’s not just me. Everybody’s tabs have gone up. Even yours, dreamer,” Melshi says hoarsely, holding you up when your knees go numb, sobs wracking your body.

“Why?” you whimper, shaking your head. “I didn’t do anything wrong, Rue. We didn’t do anything wrong.”

Through your tears, Melshi’s eyes hold more worry than you’ve ever seen, and you can’t stand it. You want him to reassure you, to tell you there’s been a mistake and everything will be okay.

He doesn’t. Instead, even worse, his arms tighten around you and he says nothing.

Not one word.

—

Later, you’ll learn there was an attack on one of the Empire’s garrisons (a suspected rebellion strike, but you, along with at least half of Five-Two-D’s men, are still on the fence whether these so-called rebels even exist or not).

Later, you’ll learn the Empire invoked the Public Order Resentencing Directive as a result. The reason why everyone’s numbers spiked overnight without warning. The reason why slight mishaps previously disciplined with a verbal dressing down are now punished with a zaprod to the gut, spine, head—wherever the guards think will hurt the longest.

Later, Melshi will rub your back while you empty your stomach contents into the refresher, the sight of blood gushing from Ham’s busted and charred nose seared into your brain.

There’s tension in the air, every day intensifying a little more, squeezing your neck just a little bit tighter. There are nights where Melshi paces the length of the cell, fists clenched at his sides, and mornings where Ulaf can barely stand from his cot, gritting his teeth against the aches and pains of a weathered body pushed to its limits.

You were brought here to be a peacekeeper. But there’s nothing you can do to quell this amount of rage. A rage you feel simmering beneath your own skin.

There is a bomb in the heart of Narkina 5, ignored by the guards who shield themselves behind their electric floors and weapons. But what the fools fail to realize is it’s not a question of if this bomb will go off.

It’s a matter of when.

—

“We’re never getting out of here,” you whisper, pressed against the cot.

“Don’t talk like that. Not you, little dreamer,” Melshi scolds, breathing against your neck, and you fall silent, shuddering with every touch, teeth sinking into the meat of his shoulder to muffle your moans.

In the morning you’ll trace the bite mark with your fingertips, thinking that the thin line between animal and human has never looked blurrier.

—

You first notice Tress’ twitchiness during the third hour of your shift. Eyes just a bit too wide, gnawing at his lip like he’ll receive a reward if it bleeds. Panic attacks happen from time to time, but usually to newbies who haven’t adapted to the routine yet. Not to longtimers like Tress.

He gets worse with each passing hour, dropping his tools, practically vibrating with an abundance of nervous energy. You’re not the only one who’s alarmed by his strange behavior now. Melshi casts subtle glances in Tress’ direction after every finished droid piece, while Kino stares him down like he’s ready to tackle him in the next breath if Tress does something remotely dangerous.

You lose track of him when everyone lines up to return to the sleep block. No matter how much you twist and crane your neck in either direction, you can’t spot a single glimpse of his blonde curls. Melshi squeezes your hand, and to everyone else he appears indifferent, staring straight ahead while waiting for Kino to give the order to keep walking, but you see the pinch between his eyebrows immediately. He’s just as concerned as you are.

Passing him safely in his cell has you breathing a quiet sigh of relief. Still, you can’t quite bring yourself to fully relax, a sense of impending dread lingering in your bones. You don’t say much during dinner, just sit on the floor of your cell next to Melshi, half-listening to his conversation with Taga—something about a new guard on the third level nearly frying a man to death accidentally—and half-keeping an eye on Tress who looks only marginally less weasley-looking than he did earlier. Marginally.

“Sleep, little dreamer,” Melshi tells you later on in the night, pausing your tossing and turning. His eyes are closed when you look at him, but you can tell by his wrinkled brow he’s hanging onto consciousness by a mere thread. You don’t understand how he’s able to sleep. Doesn’t he feel the wrongness? Like the walls are closing in, stealing the room’s oxygen?

Your mouth opens to ask him just that, but the agonized wail that pierces the silence doesn’t belong to you.

And you know, even before you’ve slid off the cot, before you see the body lying motionless on the floor at the end of the hall, that Tress is gone.

—

The next day, a new inmate named Keef Girgo arrives.

And little do any of you know, he’s going to bring Narkina 5 to its knees.

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salazarslytherin · 4 years ago

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sex on fire (s.b x y/n)

summary: an encounter with sirius in the kitchen

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cw/tw: smut, pussy slapping, fingering, dumbification, praise kink, like exhibitionism if you squint, age difference (reader is of age!)

word count: 2.14k

a/n: Inspired. SO HEAVILY by @thotbutpurple’s dilf!marauders headcanons, specifically this post for this imagine. also heavily inspired by @acosmis-t's fic peanut. honestly this is just, self-indulgent. might do a dilf!series, I'm not sure reblog to boost please xxx

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Some people would think that it’s weird to like someone almost twenty years your senior. And if we’re being honest, you thought the same too.

That was until Sirius fucking Black walked into your life.

One of your dad’s best friends from high school, Sirius appeared in your life when you were sixteen, riding back into town on a Bugatti motorcycle and a battered leather jacket. A photographer who’d travelled the world, he came back to your small town to spend time with his younger brother and his old friends from high school.

That spelt weekend barbecues at your house, watching the absolute hunk of a man walk around your house shirtless, or in the thinnest fucking white tank you’ve ever seen in your life. Whether Sirius owned clothes that weren’t band tees, white tanks, and ripped jeans, you didn’t know.

But secretly, you hoped he didn’t.

⚔︎.

Now it’s been three years since Sirius had returned, and yet another one of your dad’s friends’ barbecues was being held at your house. The men were out back barbecuing – they called themselves the Marauders, the name never not making you laugh. Unfortunately, this week you were unable to join them, holed up in your room to study for your finals.

With the weather heating up as it neared the beginning of the summer, you could feel each individual bead of sweat run down your spine. Unable to focus on anything with the immense heat and the overwhelming stress you were feeling, you took out your earphones and got up off your chair, deciding to go downstairs to get something cold to drink.

Opening your bedroom door, you could hear the music playing from the backyard, the booming laughter of the various men standing around the barbecue grill. Walking down the stairs, you recited the formulas you were revising earlier, not at all paying attention to anything around you. Stepping into the kitchen, you kept staring at the flashcards you held, opening the fridge door to grab the carton of juice you knew was in there.

“That focused, are we?”

The deep voice scared you, making the flashcards from your grasp fall all over the tiled flooring. You whipped around to see Sirius leaning against the kitchen sink, smirking as he watched you. You watched him in return, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he downed a gulp from his beer bottle.

Shaking yourself off, you turned back to the fridge and grabbed the carton, before placing it on the counter and closing the door. You bent over to pick up the flashcards that you had dropped earlier, only to hear a splutter of a cough behind you.

You turned around as you placed the cards next to the carton, seeing Sirius cough into his forearm, his abs flexing beneath the thin tank top he wore.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay, Sirius?”

The man waved his hand at you, placing the beer bottle between his lips as his eyes scanned up and down your body, smirking around the bottle.

“S’nothing, Y/N.”

Your eyes followed Sirius’s gaze, looking down to realise just exactly why he had his little impromptu coughing fit. Given the heat, you’d forgotten you were only wearing a thin tank top and booty shorts that day, meaning that when you bent over, you’d given Sirius quite the show. You felt yourself turn red as you realised, spinning around promptly to grab a glass from the upper cabinets.

Unfortunately for you, but quite a fortunate happenstance for Sirius, all the glasses on the bottom shelf had been taken outside for “public consumption”, and only those on the top shelf remained.

Conscious of your every move in front of the hottest man you had ever known in your damned life, you stood up onto your tippy toes, reaching for the glasses on the top shelf. You could feel your shorts riding up as you reached up as high as you possibly could, honestly just contemplating climbing on top of the counters to reach the glasses.

All you wanted was some damned juice.

As you struggled, you heard a chuckle sound behind you, then footsteps. Warmth emanating from behind you, and then a hard body pressed up against you. Your body tensed up as you felt Sirius’s body behind you, swallowing audibly. You saw a hand reach up above yours, the large appendage wrapping around the blue glass before receding as the warmth moved away from you.

“Here you go, pumpkin.”

The nickname made your mouth run dry as you turned around to take the glass from the man, smiling slightly at him. You felt a shiver run down your spine as your fingertips grazed his, having to grip the glass unreasonably tight as you felt your hands weaken at his warmth.

“Thanks.”

Your voice croaked at the word, Sirius’s smirk growing on his face yet again. You took the carton and poured yourself a glass, sipping on it as you leaned against the counter, mirroring Sirius who was back to sipping at his beer bottle.

You could feel your exam stress building up again as your hand reached for the flashcards again, flipping through them as you mouthed the different formulas and definitions written on them.

“Stressed, Y/N?”

You hummed in agreement as you focused on the cards in your hands, the glass having been returned to the counter as you sunk back into revision mode, barely registering the clink of the beer bottle being placed in the kitchen sink as the man made his way towards you.

“Want some help, destressing, hmm?”

You looked up at the man only to find him right in front of you, your body straightening up as you watched his teasing expression, lips curled and eyebrows raised.

You knew Sirius knew the way you felt about him. The way you sucked in a breath the first time you’d seen him, the way you licked your lips subconsciously at the sight of him, the way you thought about him when you touched yourself…

He wasn’t exactly subtle with hiding the innuendos.

You shook yourself free of those thoughts as Sirius watched you, almost as if he knew what you were thinking.

“More juice, maybe?”

The smirk only grew bigger as the man shook the carton slightly, uncapping it and tilting his head backwards, drinking straight from the carton itself. You watched with your mouth hanging open slightly, his Adam’s apple bobbing entrancingly with every gulp.

“Oops, I might've finished it all. Though, I think there’s still a little more in here…”

Sirius watched you almost mockingly, mouth dropping open to show the bare minimum of juice left in his mouth.

The man knew you wanted him, and felt the exact same way towards you. He couldn’t help it.

The moment you stepped into the kitchen, he was a goner. The tank top clinging to your breasts, showing just the right amount of cleavage, the shortest fucking shorts he’d ever seen you in barely covering your ass, the man was holding himself together by a thread at this point.

“Hmm? You want it?”

Sirius’s eyes scanned your every move, eyebrows raising as you pushed off the counter slowly.

“Come get it.”

⚔︎.

You didn’t know who moved towards who in that split second, only that a moment later your world was turned upside down. Sirius’s lips were soft and sweet – the entrancing taste of Sirius overwhelming you, beer and orange juice mixing together in the kiss. As promised, Sirius’s tongue pushed a dribble of juice into your mouth, making you moan into his lips as your arms wrapped around his neck, flashcards scattering across the tiled flooring yet again, his hands coming up to grip your waist. The man’s calloused hands fingered the hem of your top, pushing the edges up, his thumb drawing circles on your hip bone.

You gasped at the feeling of his fingers on your skin, feeling Sirius chuckle against your lips at your surprise. Your own hands moved from his neck to his shoulders, sliding down to his arms. You could feel Sirius’s arms tensing at the feeling, the veins on his muscled forearms like braille under your fingertips.

Grunting into your lips, the man stepped forward, pushing you up against the counter, the edge right against the small of your back.

“Can I?”

Sirius asked breathlessly, lips bright red from what felt like minutes, but also hours, of yours against his. He ghosted the elastic of your shorts, eyes flicking between yours as he awaited your approval or disapproval.

You nodded, unable to speak as you held your breath.

Was this actually happening, or were you having some sort of heat stroke-induced delusion?

“Turn around and bend over for me then, doll.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you nodded again, rendered dumb by your disbelief at the situation. You bent over the counter, leaning on your forearms as you looked over your shoulder, watching Sirius crouched down, hooking his fingers into your shorts, pulling your panties down as well in one move.

The man sucked in a breath at the sight of you bottomless, making your face turn red.

“Such a pretty pussy…”

The blush spread throughout your body as you noticed how close Sirius was to you, his breath ghosting your clit as he did nothing. Simply staring at your cunt. His hands moved up from your ankles, where he’d brought your shorts down to, and spread you open, fingers dipping inside you unintentionally, but it was likely to have been intentional. You squeaked at the feeling, walls clenching around thin air.

This is so fucking embarrassing. But your body seemed to disagree, feeling yourself become wetter at the feeling of Sirius’s eyes on you.

Moving in to take a closer look, the older man sent you one of his signature panty-dropping smiles.

Literally, in this case.

“I’m going to fucking ruin it.”

You threw your head forward as Sirius ran his forefinger up and down your slit, the brief contact with your clit making you let out a loud moan of surprise. Your eyes squeezed shut as you hid your head in your forearms, Sirius’s finger stretching you out as you moaned into your arms.

“Don’t be so loud, doll. Do you want everyone to hear you?”

You shook your head, biting your lip as Sirius moved his finger in and out of you, growing wetter at the thought of anyone catching you here. In the kitchen.

With your dad’s best friend.

All coherent thought was interrupted as Sirius’s other hand landed on your clit, rolling the nub between his thumb and forefinger. The movement made your brain short-circuit, letting out a loud gasping moan as he pushed a second finger inside you as well.

“S-Sirius. Fuck.”

The man tutted from behind you but didn’t even falter in his movements, seemingly spurred by your pleasure to pump his fingers in and out of you even faster. You were so immersed in the pleasure that your eyes shot open in surprise as a sharp slap landed on your clit.

“What the fuck?”

Your head whipped back to look at the older man, who merely lifted a brow at your outburst, his fingers still thrusting into you, the sinful sounds echoing around the kitchen.

“Told you to shut up, doll. Or are you too dumb to understand simple instruction, hmm?”

As he said that, Sirius curled his fingers inside of you, making you choke on your breath as he hit something inside of you.

“S-Sirius. I-”

Another slap landed on your cunt, but the pain mixed in with the insane amounts of pleasure you were feeling, your eyes squeezing shut once more to see nothing but stars in the midst of your pleasure.

“I told you to be silent, didn’t I? How’ve I fucked you dumb already.”

You whined silently, wiggling your hips slightly as your walls clenched around him, feeling your pleasure mount inside you, climbing towards its precipice.

“Your pussy’s so tight around my fingers. You wanna cum, love?”

You bit down on your forearm, moaning out into it as you nodded, your orgasm threatening to erupt on his fingers.

Sirius curled his fingers inside you, the movement pushing you over the edge as you nearly screamed, thanking the heavens that someone, probably Sirius, had come up with the idea of blasting AC/DC in the backyard. Convulsing around the older man’s fingers, your chest fell onto the countertop, your fluids running down your thigh as Sirius pulled his fingers out of you slowly. The feeling of being empty made you whine, hand searching blindly behind you to find Sirius.

“Want more.”

A chuckle sounded behind you, Sirius’s hand finding its way to your hair, threading his long fingers through it.

“You didn’t think I was done, did you, pumpkin?”

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punkpandapatrixk · 3 years ago

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This is Part 2 of a series of PACs specifically tailored to the theme of self-transformation. All of my PACs naturally carry this theme, however, the ones belonging to this series are imbued with intentions that are closely intermingled with one another. I think, there will be 5 PACs in total to complete this series.

They're all essentially timeless so it doesn't matter which ones you come across first.

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Part 2 explores the wise, but rather unconscious, part of your higher intelligence that is currently guiding you towards making positive changes in your life. This stage of your life can be made easier after acknowledging the inner demons that have been trying to stop you from making manifest your greater potentials.

We are all ever-changing and that's a wonderful thing, but as this world would have it, on the path of transformation many things will try to discourage our necessary changes. There can be unfortunate external circumstances, people turning against us, and in some cases... us stunting our own growth because the new—the unknown—is scary for it is full of uncertainty. However...

If you've been called by this PAC, know for certain that amazing transformations are yours and there's simply no stopping you❤️‍🔥regardless of the imposing challenges.

Honey, times are changing. Of course, you, too, are changing.

Pile 1 - Self-Love

10 of Cups Rx, 8 of Pentacles

Priestess of Illumination & Silver Magus (Merlin)

You are magick. But for some reason, you're not seeing it. Your potentials have haunted you for a long time and caused you to be so hard on yourself. It's because you want to do well, always, that you've grown to become so critical of every effort you make. In a sense, you don't give yourself enough credit for how well you've managed Life itself thus far... especially with so little support from people closest to you who don't—or can't—understand the visions you hold for yourself.

Your Higher Self, along with your team of Guides, is now ushering in a new era for you in which self-care is a priority. This isn't just talking about a DIY spa kind of self-care; this is talking about how you are developing a new perception on who you are as an individual, what you can and have to offer the world, as well as how you can balance between being of service to others and to yourself.

Truly, you've worked so hard for so long you've literally forgotten how to relax. -I'm sensing major Capricorn energy, minor Virgo influences, and some of you may even be going through your Saturn Return.- It's okay; you've not done wrongly. All of those years of blind hard work were also necessary as part of your Soul's expansion and the development of your character as an Earth person. It's all been part of a majorly important lesson and you're about graduating, anyway. Your Higher Self is easing your anxieties, frustrations, and stopping your tears.

You are safe, protected and you've done very well—your Higher Self wants you to acknowledge this of yourself as well. The more at peace you feel with your surrounding the easier it gets from here on. Don't worry, the times have changed. You've changed. Nothing is the same anymore and if not already, things are surely to become gentler and gentler in the coming months. Love yourself, appreciate all you've done thus far and realise how amazingly you've managed so far.

This Astro Guidance may be of some healing:

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Pile 2 - Patience

6 of Pentacles, 7 of Cups Rx

Priestess of Contemplation & Silver Historian (Polydore Vergil)

-The image is so handsome I had a pretty hard time channeling properly I had to scroll away and not look at him🥲-

Slow down and savour the moment. That's what your Higher Self is helping you develop at the moment. For some reason, you've been running high-speed, most probably due to so many options, possibilities, and other things you consider duties. Seems like there's just so much to do but so little time. There isn't even enough time to do all the work, how can there be time for play and relaxation?

Do you know what patience equates to? Trust. Faith.

You actually don't have much faith in either your environment (includes people you work with and the like) nor the Higher Power. Something must've happened in the past that continually eroded your faith in people being kind and patient with you, and at the same time, it's felt like the Universe has abandoned you and never gives you some slack! And so, you began to develop hyper-independence—you can only rely on yourself to do the right thing and you must never allow yourself to slip, lest unfortunate events befall you.

There is much complexity and history as to how this coping mechanism has developed up until now, but now that you've been called to this reading, please know that times have really changed🌸Things are no longer the same—energetically, spiritually, even environmentally—and you've changed, too.

It's time to graduate from the previous habits and develop new ones that better serve you at your current stage of evolution~ You understand this, don't you? Gear change. Hit a brake. What have you. It's time to slow down and rejoice in the fact that you've made it this far. The past—your struggles up until now—doesn't define who you are but you can chose how you want to be from now on.

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Pile 3 - Discipline

King of Wands Rx, King of Swords

Priestess of Intuition & Green Magus (John Dee)

Okay, it's pretty clear: you can tend to have a pretty scattered energy. No, it's not because you're lacking nor incapable as a person, but it is because you're passionate and you are naturally talented at many things. You're likely to have a lot of Water influences in your birth chart that also lend to your heightened levels of intuition. This makes you pick up on subtle energies around you rather easily and you can become confused/disorientated often.

It isn't a bad thing to be so sensitive and creative. But certain things in life do require us to rise into our more intellectual power. After all, the world is so cold and cruel, if you're going to allow only emotions to rule and decide things for you, things can get extremely frustrating just because the world isn't going to always agree with you. Therefor, balance is key.

Due to the nature of your being, balancing emotions and logic may not be as easy as others can accomplish. But that doesn't mean you're lacking; we're all just different beings with different psychological makeup. Still, you can do it if you can learn to temper your emotions. Some of you, your emotions are literally fire, which explains your passions and eagerness to do a lot of different things all at once; some of you, your emotions are raging seas, which may lead to many moments of high followed by days of major burnout.

Most of you attracted to this Pile are artists and creatives and you often channel divine inspiration into your work/art. That's why you have many moments of manic creative high followed closely by debilitating burnout. This isn't good for you in the long run. For you to learn to temper your scattered energy, you must learn disciplined routine. Easier said than done, but not impossible.

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