#the chains of a fragile soul

[b-r-i-n-g-x]

The glow up is real

Heres the redrawn updated version of Aster reference sheet from Chains of a fragile soul written by @shygirl4991

Comparison undercut:

The beginning of 2024 vs now

[bluestrawberrybunny]

How to Fluster an SMG3 [Aster34 Fanfic]

Aster belongs to @shygirl4991 (and tagging @b-r-i-n-g-x because they are the #1 Aster Fan and made their ref sheet)

It was a regular day at the Showgrounds, or regular enough for the SMG4 crew that was. It was actually rather boring to say the least.

Two people sat on the couch within the castle. One was an enby with blonde hair and purple eyes who wore an orange plaid flannel with a black t-shirt underneath, a nonbinary pin, and jeans. Their nails, which were currently being run through raven black hair, were painted a dark black. The other was a man with black hair and blue eyes and wore a blue turtleneck sweater and white overalls.

SMG4 was currently lying with his head in Aster's lap as they ran their fingers through his hair. Both were scrolling through their phones aimlessly, sharing different things they found that they thought the other would like.

Really they were both just biding their time until their boyfriend, SMG3, was finished with work. Because it was a very boring day so far.

Aster sighed, setting down their phone and looking at one of their two boyfriends before getting an idea. An evil smirk appeared on their face as they tapped 4's forehead.

"Hey 4," they said, "wanna do something fun?"

"Hm?" 4 asked, barely looking up at them from his phone. "Yeah. Sure. Whatcha got in mind?"

"Well," Aster laughed, leaning an arm on the couch and leaning their hand against their fist, "since we both seem to be bored and SMG3 is currently at work, why don't we play a little game~"

4 put down his phone, giving his partner a confused glance. "What's the game?"

"We go over to 3's cafe, and whoever can make him the most flustered, wins."

"What's the prize?"

"Making 3 extremely flustered."

4 laughed. "Sure. Be ready to lose though," he said, sitting up and stretching.

"I was going to say the same thing to you, Dear," Aster said, grabbing 4's chin and planting a kiss on his cheek before standing up and heading towards the door.

SMG4 huffed as he stood, face going red. "Dammit," he mumbled to himself as he followed them out, "they're gonna win aren't they?"

Meanwhile, inside 3's Coffee N Bombs, SMG3 stood at the counter, taking orders from customers as Eggdog bounced around the cafe entertaining people.

The bell above the door rang, earning 3's attention. His red eyes looked up before seeing two very familiar faces.

Aster waved at the man, SMG4 standing beside them with a large smile on his face.

Clearly they were up to something...

The two walked up to the counter as the most recent customer grabbed their coffee and took a seat.

"Hey Darling~" Aster said, leaning an arm against the counter and giving 3 a flirtatious wink.

"What do you two want?" 3 asked, getting the feeling that his two lovers didn't have any good intentions related to their visit.

"We can't stop by and pay you a visit?" 4 asked, pouting at the man in purple.

"Oh, you two are definitely up to something," 3 said, looking between the two. "Spit it out. What do you want?"

Aster gave a fake scoff, turning away but keeping their purple eyes locked on SMG3. "How rude. We can't come and see our boyfriend while he's at work?"

Oh, they were definitely up to something.

"Or come over for coffee either?" 4 added.

"Exactly!" Aster shouted. "Our intentions are pure, I promise, Darling."

“Somehow, I doubt it,” 3 mumbled under his breath. “Do you want coffee or are you both just here to bother me?”

“Both,” 4 admitted with a shrug.

3 glared at the two. “… so…?”

“My usual, please,” 4 said before giving Aster a side eye. He then reached over the counter, grabbing 3’s hand as he jotted down the order. “But can I take you to go?” He asked with a wink.

3’s face went red as he stared at his fellow meme guardian. “I… um…”

Aster smirked at 4, but quickly turned their attention back to 3. “Darling, are you feeling ok? Your face is all red~” They reached out and gently touched 3’s cheek. “And you’re burning up!”

“OK!” 3 shouted, quickly pulling away from both of them, mind swirling in pansexual panic. “One Cyanide Supreme Latte. Aster, you getting any coffee or a bomb or… something?” He didn’t dare make eye contact with the two.

4 and Aster smirked at one another. It was far too easy to get under 3’s skin.

“Well, I guess I can have one of those too,” the enby said with a shrug. “But one question remains. What’s the price?”

“Huh?” 3 asked, cautiously looking towards them.

“How much do I owe such a beautiful creature like yourself?” They asked, placing their chin on the back of their hand. “I mean, I already know you’re priceless. But how much for the coffee?”

“Oh. Uh… well…” 3 attempted to come up with a coherent sentence, red eyes darting back to the notepad in his hands he was using to take orders on.

4 glared at Aster. There was no way he was going to let them win this. He had to pull out the big guns if he was going to stand a chance against them.

3 went about making the coffee, keeping a wary eye on the other two with a face redder than Mario’s hat.

“I’m winning~” Aster laughed quietly, smiling at 4.

“Stupid… high rizz…” 4 mumbled, crossing his arms as he attempted to come up with a plan to outdo them.

They laughed, placing both hands on his shoulders as they leaned into 4’s ear. “Well, how else did I pull two handsome meme guardians~?” They whispered.

A shiver went down 4’s spine as he glared at Aster, cheeks becoming a faint red. “Asshole.”

“You love me~”

“Sadly…”

3 rolled his eyes as he watched the two before placing their coffee on the counter. “There. On the house. Now go away.”

“Aww, Darling, trying to get rid of us so soon?” Aster asked with a playful pout.

“Yes.”

“Damn. Tell us how you really feel,” 4 laughed, grabbing his coffee and leaning against the counter. “But seriously though, what’s wrong with wanting to hang out with our handsome boyfriend?”

“When you two start nonstop flirting with me?” 3 asked, looking between them. “It’s fine whenever we’re alone or with friends, but seriously? I am working here.”

“Exactly,” Aster said, leaning over the counter and kissing 3’s cheek. “That’s the fun part.”

3 huffed, crossing his arms and looking away, earning giggles from his partners. “Bakas… both of you…”

“Aww, SMG3,” 4 cooed, walking behind the counter and putting an arm around 3’s waist. “You’d be bored without us.”

“My life would be so much more peaceful,” 3 laughed, avoiding the blue and purple eyes looking him over.

“Oh, Darling,” Aster said, looking behind them to see no one paying any mind to their antics. They walked behind the counter with the other two, lifting 3’s chin. “You know we love you.”

If 3’s face could have gotten any redder, it would have.

Whatever braincells were left within 3’s brain finally kicked into gear. “Ok,” he said, pushing the two away from him, “I love you too, but…” He pointed towards the door. “I have a business to run. So… out.”

“But Darling, we’re bored,” Aster whined, grabbing 3’s hand and placing a kiss on his knuckles. “Just a few more minutes?”

“We won’t bother you too much,” 4 agreed, wrapping his arms tightly around 3 and placing his chin on his shoulder, pouting up at him.

Aster joined in, placing their head on his other shoulder and pouted, continuing to hold his hand as they wrapped their free arm around his waist as well.

SMG3 shook his head. “Nope. Out.”

“But-” the two tried to protest before 3 pushed them out of the cafe.

“Out!” He shouted before slamming the door shut behind them.

Aster crossed his arms. “Rude.”

4 sighed. “Dammit… who even won that?”

“Me, obviously,” Aster laughed.

“Damn. I don’t even get a chance in that one?” 4 asked, crossing his arms.

“Nope. Sorry, Dear, but I’ve just got more rizz than you.”

“You saying I can’t rizz you up?” 4 joked, standing up and holding out a hand to help the other.

“Oh, I never said that,” they said, smiling up at him as they took his hand.

It’s shorter than what I usually write, but hope people liked this short oneshot! Go check out The Chains of a Fragile Soul on WattPad and AO3! Highly recommend it!

[lizaluvsthis]

I drew stuff again on magma so my pen tab wouldn't go to waste again-

Heres from chapter 2-

Then heres to the song "They're Only Human" Caleb Hyles

Back then, Bringx mentioned about the song matching these chaotic duo.

Imight as well draw that scenario where each are dancing to their 'destined' partners to eliminate.

Cough cough- @shygirl4991 @b-r-i-n-g-x

[its-a-me-mango]

OMG NO WAAAAY ASTER HAIIIII :3 I still need to read The Chains of a Fragile Soul (I'm bad at reading) but I love Aster so much from what I've seen of them!

Also hai @shygirl4991 and @b-r-i-n-g-x

[maymeowmoo]

Poor Four... Aster is very high competition tbh ( ︶.︶ )!

[AU belongs to @b-r-i-n-g-x & @shygirl4991 (˃u˂)!]

[alianarepasa]

Hey, what's going on dudes, it's Aster, or Orange Bajan Canadian.- /ref /silly

no but seriously, appreciate this NB blonde character from a fanfic, the chains of a fragile soul made by @shygirl4991 and @@b-r-i-n-g-x!!!

[merp0515]

TCOAFS Cover Art redraw for fun!

This fic has invested my soul lol I wanted draw the cover art for fun! AU done by @shygirl4991 and @b-r-i-n-g-x ! Lol definitely check it out! Definitely wanna draw more of this series!

[bringxthesecond]

is there a aster ref sheet? i wanna practice drawing the lad

Here you go

Damn I really should remake this-

[lizaluvsthis]

YO! THIS IS SO COOL AUUUSHWHDHSSHSH OMGGGGGG

Chapter 2 What is this Feeling?

All art belongs to @b-r-i-n-g-x no reposting art! Idea from @itsajjanea

Last Chapter Next Chapter Happy 10 year Anniversary to bad star the episode that is the inspiration for Aster

Tags: Angst, Romance, Action Adventure, jealously, love confessions, SMG4 discovers he is bi, fluff

A few days have past SMG3 and Aster started to spend more time together, slowly Three found himself interested in them. He was in his cafe getting ready to open when Meggy and Tari came in, he sighs annoyed that the crew loved to walk into his shop as if they own the place. Meggy smiles at him, with an eye roll he knew exactly what the girl wanted “The usual explosive express squid?” with a nod he starts to make it. As he starts brewing the coffee he hears the girls giggle, looking up from the machine he blushes seeing what had their attention. 

“Hey Aster! Trying your luck on asking Three out again?” Meggy giggles giving looks at SMG3, it's been a couple days where they have asked him to be official. The idea sounded amazing and he wanted to accept but he knows what always happens at the end, the moment he accepts SMG4 will pick wind and meet them and that's it. Aster lets out a chuckle “I might, this will be day number seven so this might be my lucky day!” Three signs finishing the drink and slamming it on the counter “Aster, can you stop ever since you met Tari and Meggy you gossip about us non stop!” Aster gives him a pout as they walk around the counter “Darling, I care about you deeply. I thought over these past weeks i have proven it, what can i do to show you are the one i want?” Three bites his lips looking down thinking. Meggy grabs her drink and sips it as Tari watches the pair nervously, remembering the audience he turns and glares at them “Can we have a moment?” the girls blush nodding as they both leave the cafe.  

He then notices the time and curses, he begins to push Aster out of the cafe confusing the man “Uh Darling? Why are you shoving me out of the cafe?”  Three mumbles to himself as he pushes Aster outside “Can we have this talk another time? I have a cafe to run to, I need you far from this place.” with that Three walks back in leaving Aster glaring at the back of his head. Something was off and they weren't a fan of it, they stood under a tree watching the cafe thinking. Aster then hears a whisper making them turn their head, there they see SMG4 walking to the cafe with a huge smile “Is that…i see your trying to hide SMG4,” with a hum they move from the tree to enter the cafe. SMG4 hums as he sips his coffee, he looks around noticing it being empty. “Hey…Is everything okay?” Three looked up from the counter before letting out a sigh “None of your business scrub! And if you're talking about the cafe then things are fine, you always arrive around the slow hours!” Four blankly looks at him “I wake up at one.” Three growls as he ignores his ex rival, Four frowns getting up and walking over to him. Three jumps when he notices Four giving him a soft smile, he could feel an old feeling hit him as four gets closer to him. He steps back and glares at Four making him back off,  Four sadly walks back to his table grabbing his coffee “You know…we are friends and if you need help, i have no problem.” 

The door to the cafe opens, the boys turn their heads surprised at the customer.  Three squeaks seeing Aster walking in, he goes pale as Four smiles “Hey i don't recognize you, new in the kingdom?” Aster turns, giving the guardian their most charming smile. That's when they heard the whispers again, he smirks understanding what was going on. Aster nods “ I am, I came to this kingdom to find my true love. SMG3? Have you thought over my words?” Three blushes as he looks at four then them, they were confused at the fact Aster was ignoring Four. SMG4 awkwardly sips his coffee “Oh you two know each other? Good to see you’re making friends!” Aster chuckles walking up to the counter “Are we friends?” Three’s heart race at the question. Could he really let himself have a partner, was that something he was able to have. Aster purple eyes glow, waiting, seeing this Three smiles softly at Aster “No, SMG4 unlike you who has no rizz! I got myself a partner, meet Aster.” Hearing this they couldn't hold back, excited to see the other man's reaction they grab their boyfriend and kiss him in front of Four. Seeing this Four felt shocked as he dropped the cup, he felt sick at the sight. Time slowed seeing the kiss, the more he stared the more he felt anger bubble up. What were these strange emotions he was feeling, why did he want to pull three away from this person he just met. 

They pulled away from their kiss, SMG3 was blushing as he realized Four watched the whole thing. While Aster smirks at Four “Just wanted to visit the boyfriend, I'm assuming you're his friend?” SMG4 left eye twitched, as he nodded. Three groans as he grabs a broom “Four these cups aren't cheap!” Four apologizes as he helps Three clean the mess, Aster watches as Four looks up, staring at Three before quickly looking back down. To add more salt to the wound, Aster took out their cell and called Meggy “Hey Meggy, yep finally he said it!” They acted excited over the phone. Hearing this, Four sits up straight “Wait am i the only one that didn't know about Aster?”  

Three gets up after he finishes putting the broken shards in the bag “Yeah, pretty much the crew over time got to meet Aster.” This hurt Four, they were friends he could have sworn they were closer than this. Remembering the kiss he felt that strange mix of emotions, he looked at his hands wondering what were these emotions. Thinking on it for a few moments it clicked, he is jealous that Three found someone and he hasn't found anyone. Figuring this out he frowns, he wondered if this was the reason Three didn't want him to know. He jumps up shaking Three, seeing this Aster hangs up the phone “Whoa what's with the shaking?” they take Three’s hand and pull him close to them. Four gives the pair a smile “Lets celebrate! I'm so happy for you two, not to mention I hit a milestone on my channel so we can have a party celebrating both!” they exchange a look before agreeing to show up. Four jumps with joy as he runs out of the cafe to get the castle set up, Aster lets out a chuckle “Didn't see that coming, guess I better dress to impress,” with a wink they leave the cafe to get ready. Three stands there, shocked at what happened, not only did he have a partner but now he had to go to a party to celebrate it. 

The day flew by, Three had no idea where the time had gone. All he did know was that Aster was standing outside the cafe in a tux, he felt himself blush seeing how handsome his partner looked. Aster smiles at him offering their hand “Ready to show off?” Three rolled his eyes as he took the man's hand “Please, I'm more than ready!” They walk into the castle and smile seeing the decorations. SMG4 always went all out when it came to parties, Four smiles fixing his bow tie and runs up to them “welcome! Everyone just showed up so have fun!” Three gasps seeing a bowl of bean dip and runs to it in excitement. Aster turns to stare at Four, seeing the tall man look at him Four decides to start talking “So how long have you known three?” Aster hums as he plucks a rose from a vase “A few weeks ago, there was just something about three…i just had to get close to him.”

Four felt anger bubble in him, he took a deep breath he couldn't let pity feelings take over. He will get his time to date someone, he just has to keep hoping and keep looking. Aster chuckles hearing whispers coming from Four “Just you know, Three is mine and I'm not one to share.” with that they walk up to their boyfriend who was stuffing their face with bean dip. They giggle, wiping off some of the dip on Three's face “Shall we dance darling?” Three nods after taking one last bite, they walk to the dance floor and start to slow dance. Four watches the pair dance, he felt anger at them so close together. He couldn't believe his eyes seeing SMG3 giggle as Aster put a rose in their mouth showing off their fangs, Three blushes as he leans up and kisses Aster taking the rose from them. 

It was too much and Four sprinted off to his room, seeing this Mario follows.  Four sits on his bed frustrated by these emotions, Mario closes the door “SMG4?” Four turns surprised to see Mario “oh uh hey, need something?”  Mario sits next to four, they sit there for a moment in silence before Four speaks up “I don't know why…i hate seeing Three with Aster, how horrible of a friend am i?” Mario shakes his head. Letting out a sign, Mario gives Four a soft smile “You're just stupid.” Four looks at his best friend confused “Wha?” Mario points to the door “For years Mario has seen you two, SMG4 you're gay for him!”SMG4 sighs rolling his eyes. He gets up from his bed and opens the door “Mario, I'm not in the mood for jokes..just leave.” Mario walks out the door then turns “If Mario is wrong, then why are you crying?” 

Four confused, touched his face, when did he start crying? He looks at Aster and Three kiss again, making him sick, he looks away as more tears come out. Mario frowns, closing the door and giving his best friend a hug, he should be happy for his best friend. What is wrong with him? 

[gachawolfiebloom]

I really enjoy the shrek AU and chains of a fragile soul by @b-r-i-n-g-x and @shygirl4991 so I decided to make the I need a hero scene from the second shrek. I made the tv adware the fairy godmother and Aster as Prince Charming.

[syrene-the-naga]

Can my Tumblr stop recommending me these characters

Aster the chains of a fragile soul Split into three's Six splits for fours SMG4's Minion all i want is SMG4 & SMG3 that's it

[b-r-i-n-g-x]

Since some of us shared the stickers from our server, here's the stickers that I made for my server

Aster belongs to @shygirl4991

[bluestrawberrybunny]

Been having a bit of a rough day today so I drew my new comfort ship.

Was also debating about writing a oneshot of 4 and Aster flirting with 3 while he’s working at the cafe and they’re kinda having a friendly competition to see who can fluster 3 more, but idk (but only if you’re ok with it Shay ^-^)

But yeah, SMG4 is very amused by his partners’ attitudes.

They’re my new comfort ship. I love these three sm.

And if there are any people out there hating on this ship, cry harder ig /silly

Aster belongs to @shygirl4991 and designed by @b-r-i-n-g-x

[lizaluvsthis]

Saw you drew Sophie and wanted to know if you can draw Aster from fragile souls being flustered for the first time by smg3

BET.

I lost myself... I want you already...

We only dream what we can reach which you and I thought would come true...

I will love you forever more

My beautiful red rose...

I think we know what this prompt of aj went-

@itsajanea @b-r-i-n-g-x @shygirl4991 @merp0515

[its-a-me-mango]

ah so you to saw the Aster hate the character isnt bad i like them i think all the hate is cause Aster has a thing for SMG3 meaning they are getting in the middle of SMG34. Lets give Aster all the love that charming non binary lad deserve!

Oh the hate is 100% because of them "getting in the way" and I'm personally gonna bite and scratch at everyone who thinks like that. Let SMG3 smooch other people in peace guys its ok, you can bring him back to your SMG34 ship in your own time and space just don't take it out on other people maaan. No one likes being told that you hate their characters, keep it to yourself and don't interact with them if you don't like, it ok and it's very easy to keep your mouth shut.

Also NB people can do anything they want and can do no wrong.

[redvexillum]

@nyx91 I swear, my kinktober wouldn't be as sexy without your saucy, devilish little mind! Thank you for the request. I would like to dedicate this story to @ritualofcirice - as a fellow red flag connoisseur, this is for you bbg 😘

TAGS/WARNINGS: f!reader, established relationship, quickie, p in v, fingering, period-typical racism, period-typical sexism, dom/sub undertone, alastor being a lil shit

The music swelled around you, a melody meant to evoke elegance, but it felt suffocating, like a veil draped over the quiet chatter of faceless strangers. Their gazes pierced, indifferent yet heavy, but not as heavy as the hand draped across your shoulder, its weight oppressive, a silent command for obedience. The man beside you, your husband in name only, pulled you closer as though to cement the truth of your captivity.  

Suffocating.  

You had been sold like a decorative doll – prettily packaged, displayed for the highest bidder. Your smile, meticulously crafted, gave the illusion of perfection. But you and he knew the truth behind your smile. It was hollow, an empty facade to continue the play, an act, until you bow out for the rest of eternity.  

You didn’t belong here, trapped in a glided world of opulence, where the diamonds adorning your neck felt more like chains than luxury.  

You had everything you needed to survive. No, that wasn’t right. You had everything required to prolong your existence, to keep breathing, but you weren’t living. How could you be, when your life was confined to a sparkling prison? You were a possession, locked away, waiting to be presented as an accessory to those who owned the world.  

Was it living to have your voice silenced, your soul stifled, your body surrendered? 

Suffocating – each breath tightening the invisible noose around your throat. Your fingers itched, clawing desperately at the ever–tightening rope that cut off your air, but no matter how hard you struggled, it wouldn’t loosen. The weight of expectation, of disdain, pressed down on you, drowning you into the deep depth of the sea with unreachable air. You begged silently, for release – just one breath – but instead, it was stolen from you, over and over again.  

The man beside you, the one whose touch made your skin crawl, let his hand drift lower, resting possessively on your stomach. “Ah, we’re still trying, aren’t we?” His laughter was thick, rich with the arrogance that came from power, but you could see it – the tension, the anger, the thinly veiled contempt in the set of his jaw. “Perhaps, by God’s grace, we’ll finally be blessed with a child.” 

You saw their glances, their cruel smirks hidden behind masks of sympathy. You could hear their whispered judgments, each word laced with venom. It was your fault – you had failed. No child, no purpose.  

A doll – that's all you were.  

Thoughtless.  

Lifeless. 

Useless.  

When their stares became unbearable, when your husband’s presence suffocated the last fragments of your will, you forced yourself to smile. It was a trembling thing, fragile and uncertain. Your hand rested lightly on his, a touch that felt foreign on your own skin. You dared to meet his icy blue eyes, his aging features seeming to grow harder under the weight of his resentment. “Dear, I...I would like to freshen up.” 

Your words were laced with a tremor, posed as a statement, yet asking permission all the same.  

His gaze cut to you, sharp as a blade, and for a moment, the world stilled. With a heavy sigh, devoid of warmth, he gave a single nod. “Of course, dear,” he said, his voice as lifeless as your own. There was no love, no affection – nothing but the void.  

Despite the sweltering heat that clung to the Louisiana air, you were always cold. Cold, and drowning in a world that wasn’t meant for you.  

With a controlled nod, you ascended the stairs. Each step measured, deliberate, though your heart pounded wildly beneath the facade of calm. You needed to maintain the mask, yet inside, your chest tightened, desperate for air, for freedom. The moment you crossed the threshold of the master bedroom, you finally took a breath – deep and revitalizing, your lungs filling as though for the first time all evening.  

“My, it must be quite the tough crowd down there, cher!” A voice, smooth and rich with an almost dangerous charm, cut through the stillness. It was familiar – achingly familiar.  

Your eyes snapped toward the source, and there he was. Alastor, lounging casually on your marital bed, legs crossed, his eyes inspecting his nails through his circular glasses. His brown hair, always so alive, shifted with his movements as he tilted his head, that ever-present grin stretching across his face.  

“Al...Alastor?” His name slipped from your lips, soft and breathless, your mind struggling to form anything beyond the simple syllables. A torrent of questions rushed through your thoughts.  

How have you been? 

Why are you here? 

Did you know how much I’ve missed you? 

But none of those questions made it past your lips. Instead, your body acted on its own.  

Before you knew it, you had crossed the room and threw yourself at him, the momentum forcing him back onto the bed. Your arms wrapped around his neck, your face burying into the familiar crook of his shoulder. That scent – rich black coffee with a faint metallic tang – washed over you, flooding your senses with memories. Safety. Desire. Love. 

“Oh, cher,” Alastor’s voice was a low, intimate whisper, his hand tracing a slow path down your spine. “Right here? On your marital bed?” His tone teased, warm and dangerous, as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, his hands roaming in those familiar, tantalizing patterns.  

Trembling, you slowly pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, tears blurring your vision, smudging the mask of perfection you wore so carefully. “How are you here, Alastor?” you breathed, barely able to speak. Your fingers grazed his chest, lingering on the fabric of his suit. “This place...the security...” Panic began to take root in your chest, twisting sharply. “You have to leave – if my husband finds you, he’ll - he’ll kill you!”  

You grabbed his wrist, a frantic tug to get him off the bed, but he didn’t budge, at least not from your force. Instead, he stood in one smooth motion, and before you could register what was happening, his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. His other hand gently clasped yours, a slow, intimate dance forming between you.  

Confusion painted your face as he swayed, guiding you in time with the muted music that filtered through the floorboards from the party below. “Ah, I’ve missed this,” Alastor purred, his grin never dropping, as if the danger meant nothing to him. “You and me, cher. We used to be quite the pair at Mimzy’s, remember? People would come just to watch us dance!”  

His voice was warm, teasing, dripping with nostalgia. You wanted to stay mad, to push him away. But your resolve wavered. “I was foolish,” you began, trying to sound firm, to mimic the cold, detached tone your husband wielded so effortlessly. “You mean nothing to me,” you forced out, but your voice quivered, betraying the truth behind your words. “After all, I’m just another loose woman,” the self-deprecating laughter fell weakly from your lips, and you hated how easily the cracks were revealing itself.  

“Mmm,” Alastor hummed, his hold tightening around your waist. His grip was possessive, unyielding. “Is that what you believe?” His voice was soft now, a whisper in the intimate space he had created for the both of you. He spun you gently, his breath brushing against your cheek, sending a shiver down your spine.  

You nodded, though your throat tightened painfully. “Of course,” you whispered, your laugh sharp, broken. “Why would I choose some small-time radio host over all of this?” You gestured weakly around the room – the polished wood, the silk sheets, the closet lined with designer clothes and sparkling jewels. It was everything society told you to want. “Why would I choose you?” Your voice cracked, barely above a whisper, and the tears you had tried so hard to suppress began to spill over, streaking your cheeks.  

Alastor turned you around to face him, then his hand moved to cup your face, his thumb brushing the tears away as they fell. He leaned in, his lips grazing your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “Because, cher,” he whispered, his voice low and sensual, “no matter how much you try to convince yourself otherwise, you know deep down...you’ve always wanted me.” 

Your heart stuttered at his words, the heat between you growing palpable. His touch was fire against your skin, burning away the cold of your marriage, the numbness of your glided cage. With him, you felt alive again – dangerously alive, as if every nerve in your body had been reawakened. You shuddered against him, your mind caught between the addicting pull of desire and the sharp bite of fear.  

He leaned down, his lips hovering just above yours, his voice nothing but a sultry murmur. “I’m here now, cher. And I’m not leaving until you admit what you really want.” 

Before you could utter a response, Alastor’s grip tightened as he guided your body toward the window, the cool glass casting your reflection into the darkness of the night. Only the moon, high and full, bore witness to the scene unfolding, its pale light shimmering on the wine-red curtains that cloaked you both in secrecy. The silken fabric draped around you like a veil, shrouding the sinful, forbidden moment with another man.  

“So, tell me...” Alastor’s lips dipped low, his breath hot against your ear as his fingers pressed firmly into your cheeks, turning your gaze toward the window. The reflection staring back was undeniable – the image of two lovers entwined in passion, his whisky-brown eyes locking onto yours through the glass. His ever-present grin curled devilishly, brimming with dangerous delight. “Why do you look like a woman in love, cher?” he whispered, his lips brushing over your cheek in a feather-light kiss, warm and inviting, his breath sending a shiver through you.  

His hand drifted down, fingers trailing over your skin with the slow, tantalizing precision that made your heart race. One by one, the buttons of your dress came undone, and with each release, the fabric parted until your white bra was fully exposed to the night.  

You should’ve felt shame, knowing anyone who glanced up might see you like this – exposed, vulnerable, sinful. But when Alastor tugged down your bra, freeing your breasts to the cool air, the thrill of it only made your nipples pebble, sharp against the sudden chill.  

“Ah, cher, you look like a woman drenched in sin.” His words were molten, dripping with heat as his lips grazed the curve of your ear. His fingers found your nipple, teasing, pinching, drawing a sharp gasp from you that you couldn’t suppress.  

Alastor shushed you with a dark chuckle, his hand tightening around your waist. “Careful, love. You wouldn’t want him to hear us, would you?” The danger in his voice set a rush of excitement flooding your veins, every nerve alive with desire.  

Immediately, you bit your lower lip, nodding, your breath shallow as you fought to keep quiet.  

“Good girl,” he murmured, the words a caress that sent a delightful jolt down your spine. His body pressed closer, his hips grinding slowly against you, his desire evident, burning. “Now, show me how much you want me,” he breathed, his tone filled with a dark, seductive command. “Show me how much you missed me.” 

For a fleeting second, you caught it – a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes, something soft and aching beneath the confident, teasing mask. But it vanished just as quickly, leaving you wondering if you’d imagined it.  

Turning your head, you pulled your gaze away from the reflection and looked at him, really looked at him. Not the illusion of him through the glass, but the real man before you.  

“I’m not allowed to want you,” you whispered, voice trembling as the weight of your emotions crashed over you. A single tear slipped down your cheek, and with it, the perfect mask you had worn for so long began to melt away. “I’m not allowed to think,” another tear passed the threshold, the barrier of unfeeling you had tried so hard to uphold. “I’m not allowed to love you, Alastor.” 

The words hung in the air, raw and exposed, words you had never dared to speak aloud, finally escaping into the night.  

“Then don’t,” Alastor whispered back, his voice low and dangerous, just before his lips captured yours in a kiss that stole your breath. You wanted to laugh at the absurdity of his words. How could he ask you not to want him, not to think of him, not to love him, when every touch, every kiss, every moment with him set your soul ablaze? 

But you understood what he meant. He didn’t care, and neither should you. At this moment, with him, propriety, expectations, rules – those didn’t matter.  

He spun you around to face him fully, pressing your back against the cool glass of the window. The sensation of the cold pane against your heated skin made you gasp, but Alastor’s hands were quick, pulling your leg up to hook around his waist. The clink of his belt unbuckling rang loud in the quiet room, a promise of what was to come.  

“Tell me you want me, and I’m yours,” he said softly, his voice a gentle plea, his fingers hooking into the band of your underwear, pulling it down slowly. “Tell me to leave, and...” His breath stuttered for just a second, and he paused, his eyes searching yours, his lips hovering as if he didn’t want to finish the thought.  

But before he could say another word, you closed the distance, your lips crashing into his in a kiss full of desperation, full of need.  

You, the sinful, wretched, adulterous woman, wanted him - wanted him more than anything.  

Your fingers tangled into the back of his hair, pulling him closer as your lips melded together, tasting, licking, savouring every breathless second of the kiss. A soft moan escaped you, the sensation of him after so long overwhelming every sense. His warmth, his smell – all of it was intoxicating, all of it drowned you.  

“Oh, cher,” Alastor murmured, his voice a wicked purr, just before he tore your underwear away with a sharp, satisfying rip. The blunt, heated tip of him pressed against your core, rubbing in slow, deliberate strokes. He moaned into your mouth, his words a low chant of pleasure. “You missed me, you missed me.” 

Slowly, deliberately, he pushed into you, savouring every inch, every stretch. The heat between you two felt unbearable, a throbbing pulse that only deepened the craving you had tried to bury. 

“Al-Alastor,” you whimpered, your voice catching as your walls clenched around him. He filled you slowly, drawing out the moment, making you feel every single second of him entering you, making you remember every inch of what you had missed.  

You bit down on your lip, squeezing your eyes shut as the intensity of it coursed through you. Your body screamed with need, the lewd moan threatening to escape held firmly behind gritted teeth. Here, in the bedroom you shared with your husband, you were pressed against the window, fucking another man behind a flimsy red curtain.  

The thought sent a thrill racing down your body, but reality pulled at you, reminding you how close you were to getting caught. Your husband would come looking for you soon. You couldn’t stay away too long. “I-I-” you stammered, taking in a sharp breath as Alastor buried himself to the hilt, filling you completely.  

“I know, cher, I know,” Alastor muttered against your skin, his voice filled with understanding. And then he quickened his pace, his hips snapping forward, thrusting into you with reckless abandon.  

Your suppressed moans mingled with his, the heat between you rising, rising, rising – his breath coming out ragged as he kept up his relentless rhythm. He was close – you could feel it in the way his movements grew more desperate. And then, with one final thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, the hot spurt of his release filling you, flooding your core.  

Just as the pleasure surged through your body, the door to the room creaked open.  

Alastor’s hand flew to cover your lips, muffling any sound as his body stilled against yours, his cock still pulsing inside you. Your breath was stuck in your throat as the familiar voice of your husband echoed through the room.  

“Dear?” His voice was calm, almost indifferent, but each footstep that creaked across the floor sent your heart racing faster.  

Your eyes locked with Alastor’s, and for a brief moment, you wondered how he could remain so composed. His grin didn’t falter, not even with the looming danger. Your husband could kill him – claim it was self-defence to protect his honour, saving face from the scandal of an adulterous wife.  

“Damn, where did that bitch go?” Your husband muttered under his breath, his voice growing closer.  

You felt Alastor soften inside you, the remnants of his release dripping down your thighs, but he wasn’t finished. His hand slid down, finding your clit, his fingers circling the sensitive nub in slow, tantalizing strokes. His other hand remained over your mouth, stifling any sound, his eyes glinting with that familiar, manic thrill.  

He scooped his own seed from your thigh, pushing it back into you, teasing your already sensitive core as you trembled in his arms.  

And still, he grinned, devilishly, as if daring your husband to step just a little closer.  

Instinctively, your hips bucked against his fingers, desperate for the release Alastor was teasing from you. He closed his eyes, a low, stifled groan escaping his throat as he ground his softening cock against your thigh, savouring the sensation of your wetness mixed with his seed. The heat of his spent length against your skin sent sparks through your trembling body.  

You bit your lip, eyes squeezed shut, fighting back the moan that threatened to spill from your throat. The sound of his fingers working you, slick with a mixture of both of you, filled your ears. It was deafening in the otherwise silent room, your husband just steps away. The danger, the thrill – it was too much. You were spiralling closer toward the edge, your body coiling tighter with each stroke.  

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you opened them, meeting Alastor’s gaze, silently pleading for him to stop. You were so close to falling apart, right here in your marital bed, with your husband in the same room.  

If he caught you – if he knew – you couldn’t bear it. You couldn’t bear the thought of Alastor’s life in danger because of your sins.  

But he didn’t stop.  

Instead, Alastor’s lips curled into that wicked, wolfish grin that sent shivers down your spine. He pushed you further, faster, his fingers working you into a frenzy. The door clicked shut, your husband leaving the room, blissfully unaware. The instant the threat was gone, Alastor’s hand moved with abandon, his fingers rubbing your clit in maddening, slick circles. The wet, lewd sound echoed through your ears, the final push you needed.  

“That’s right...that’s right,” he murmured, against your skin, his voice a low, intoxicating drawl. “Come for me, cher.” 

The words shattered you. Your body seized, muscles tensing, your moans muffled by his hand. Your fingers dug into the sleeve of his jacket, clutching at anything to ground yourself as your orgasm ripped through you.  

Alastor’s eyes never left you, watching every moment of your undoing, the dark gleam of satisfaction never leaving his face as he kept you pinned in his grip.  

As your trembling subsided, and the waves of your climax began to fade, Alastor leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. “When you go downstairs, cher, don’t clean yourself up,” he whispered, his voice drenched with possessive heat. His hand slowly left your mouth, only to slip lower, fingers slick with his release. “I want you to feel me, “ he muttered, scooping up more of his thick seed and plunging his fingers deep inside you once more, “all night.” 

Your mind spun, lost in the haze of lust as he pressed his cum-soaked fingers to your lips. Without a second thought, you wrapped your mouth around them, slowly sucking, tasting the salt of him and the lingering heat of your own desire. You cleaned his fingers obediently, your tongue swirling around them as he watched with a sharp grin.  

When you finally pulled away, breathless, you hurried to button your dress, your hands shaking as you tried to fix your makeup and smooth your hair. Alastor slipped out the window, leaving you trembling in the wake of your shared sin. The tattered remains of your underwear did nothing to cover you, and the cool breeze caressed your slick folds as you stood there, still reeling.  

Returning downstairs to greet your husband, you felt the unmistakable warmth of Alastor’s seed slowly dripping down your inner thighs. You pressed them together, trying to keep it contained, but true to his word, you felt him with every step, every moment. His presence lingered on your skin, inside you, for the rest of the night.  

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