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dantesunbreaker · 7 months

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Cold Cuddles with the Papas(Headcanons)

No warnings apply, just some tooth rotting fluff from our favorite old men!

Primo

As the eldest brother, it is safe to assume his circulation isn’t as great as it once was. Thus, blankets and warm fuzzy socks are always in abundance with Primo

When you approach him complaining about the cold, Primo is pulling out a pair of double layer socks before you have even finished getting the words out

If he still has work that needs his attendance, Primo will usher you both to the loveseat in his office. An end table will be pulled up to use as a desk, blanket wrapped around you both so you can nestle against him for warmth

But when there is no work to be done, Primo will brew a nice hot pot of tea for you both to share

Together you retire to his chambers where the heat is always turned up to the perfect comfortable temperature

Always takes up the chance to put you in one of his older sweaters because Primo loves the sight of your sleepy face while bundled up in his clothing

If even all of that does little to fight off the could, Primo will sit and cuddle with you beneath a layer of thick blankets until you are warm enough

Your favorite is the occasions where this turns your evening into soft warm cuddles the rest of the day and sharing some delicious soup made with vegetables from Primo’s garden

Secondo

Seems very much like a tough love kind of guy. First response when you come to him complaining about the cold is “well damn, I can’t control the weather”

But a quick flash of the puppy dogs is all it takes to change Secondo’s tune

If you are outside together and you begin to shiver, Secondo will groan, but always will offer up his coat. Pretends he walks with his arm around you to further keep you warm, but you know it because he also feels the cold

When inside and you mention being cold, Secondo simply offers to turn up the heater.

He often takes things for face value, so either prepare to work for it if you want cuddles from him or simply be blunt about it. No matter the method, you end up getting what you want.

Sometimes, when you can’t manage to pull him away from his work, you will rest on his lap with a blanket pulled snug around your shoulders as he continues going through paperwork

Other times Secondo will take the time to sit down and relax with you lounging under a throw blanket together in his office

Offers to make you something hot to drink, whether it be coffee, tea, or even hot chocolate.

Don’t tell his brothers, but he loves when you pick hot chocolate because he uses it as an excuse to also indulge in the delicious chocolatey drink

Terzo

Most likely to be over dramatic about the situation, and also most likely to be equally as affected by the temperature

Do not expect Terzo to offer his coat! “But the outfit was planned around the coat! Taking it off will ruin the look!” He will however walk with an arm around you, pulled tight against his side so that you can share his body heat

Getting Terzo to accomplish any work when it is cold is a difficult task, but you don’t want him getting in MORE trouble with Sister Imperator

So cold mornings you find yourself accompanying Terzo throughout his day, hot drinks always in hand, warm coats and blankets at the ready constantly

You will stand behind his chair, arms around him with blanket hanging over so that you can wrap him up in your loving warmth as you coax him to get through at least half the stack of papers on his desk

But when Terzo does not have work, expect an extravagant yet cozy night ahead of you

Expertly gets the fireplace going, all the lights off so only the firelit illuminates the room. Absolutely has a huge furry rug in front of the fireplace, which is where you spend the evening cuddling with dozens of pillows and extra blankets

Special occasions you can also expect to share some mulled wine as you bask in the warmth of the fire together, tangled up in each other’s limbs

Copia

Always one to worry, Copia will instantly be fretting over you if you mention being cold around him

Before you can even say anything else, Copia is pressing the back of his hand to your forehead to check for a fever followed by rapid fire questions asking if you are feeling ill

Takes a couple of minutes to settle him down enough to explain that you aren’t sick, you are just a bit chilly and in need of some Copia cuddles

Worry is quickly replaced with affection, throwing his arms around you and holding you tight against his chest. “Oh! Why didn’t you just say so!”

Often one to work too hard, Copia however will set aside his work in these kind of occasions

The couch in his office always has a rather thick throw blanket on it, strategically left by you entirely for the purpose for when you have days like this

Copia will get you both nice steaming cups of hot chocolate, mini marshmallows included!

Both of you curl up together on the couch, blanket thrown over your laps as you carefully sip on your drinks and talk about whatever comes to mind

On some occasions you fall asleep against him, and Copia absolutely refuses to wake you from such a pleasant slumber. So, he instead he simply does his best to complete whatever work he can from the couch until you eventually wake up on your own

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animeomegas · 11 months

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I wanted to ask if you can do a more in-depth, for Shikamaru in his obsession. Like, A more in-depth look at everyone’s reaction when they found out and a more in-depth look at how they treat each other. You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I am obsessed with Shikamaru and his obsession

Hehe, I think lots of people love Shikamaru and his obsession~ I decided to write about what happens just after they met for the first time, hope you enjoy~

Omega!Shikamaru x Alpha!Reader

Summary: Meeting his obsession at only age 5, Shikamaru is lucky enough to have his entire lifetime with his obsession at his side. Shikaku doesn't feel quite so lucky.

Word count: 1.25k

Warnings: None.

Shikaku didn’t know whether to be proud, irritated or resigned at the situation that had been suddenly dumped in his lap. The burn of your parents’ suspicious eyebrow raises had him leaning towards the latter two emotions, but the happy purrs his son was letting at his feet, massaging his baby Obsessions hands in his own, tipped the scale back towards proud.

He still couldn’t believe that his son, barely five years old, had already found his obsession. He had been dreading the day this happened, remembering the way his own father had had to reign him in when he fell for Yoshino, and anticipating an older Shikamaru giving him some good old-fashioned karma. But it happening this soon wasn’t something he had predicted, nor something he was ready for. Even in his worst-case imaginings, he had thought about a hormonal fifteen-year-old Shikamaru, never a five-year-old that had only just started learning how to control his emotions.

Shikaku sighed and rubbed his face with his hand. The whole situation was troublesome.

“I understand that this is shocking, it is a surprise to us as well, Naras rarely find their obsessions this young,” his wife explained to your parents. He was so glad she was here to help him handle this. “But it isn’t something that can be taken back, nor something that can be stopped, so our best course of action is to figure out how we’re going to move forward.”

“This isn’t our first-time hearing about the Nara obsession instinct,” your mother said, seemingly the more relaxed one of your two parents, if the way your father was perched on the edge of the sofa like a tightly coiled spring was anything to go by. “But we had planned on only allowing sleepovers once they turned eight, so hearing about the expectation of sleepovers so suddenly isn’t easy to digest. I don’t understand why playdates can’t suffice.”

Shikaku tuned out Yoshino’s response, knowing that she would handle everything while ruffling as few feathers as possible. Well, provided your parents remained civil and open-minded. If they started demanding things that would hurt Shikamaru, Shikaku would have to pull her back before she decided violence was the best way to solve the problem. But seeing as the coast was clear for the moment, he turned his gaze towards his only son.

Shikamaru still had a tight grip on your hand, but his full attention was on your face now. He was leaning in just a little too close as you spoke, but you didn’t seem to mind. At least the silver lining was that Shikamaru had picked a relaxed baby alpha to obsess over.

“Your hair is very pretty,” you said quietly, a little smile on your face. “I like it.”

Furious purrs erupted from Shikamaru, his little face flushing in pride. Shikaku watched with amusement as Shikamaru immediately used his free hand to try and pull his hair out of his ponytail. His tiny fingers fumbled for a moment, but he eventually got it loose and yanked it out, pulling a few strands out along with it without so much as a flinch.

Shikaku remembered that feeling all too well, the way the desire to please Yoshino, make her happy with him, overshadowed everything else, even pain. When he first chose her, he would have been able to walk over a field of glass without flinching if he thought it would make her smile.

“You can touch it if you want,” Shikamaru said, practically vibrating with excitement as he leant his head forward, his now loose hair falling forwards towards you. “I don’t mind.”

“Wow, so soft!” you exclaimed, running your fingers through his hair. “Do you wash it with fairy dust?”

“No, just shampoo, but I also use conditioner,” Shikamaru announced proudly, pushing his head into your hand like a cat.

Shikaku smothered a snort. He imagined that Shikamaru would no longer roll his eyes and try to get out of using conditioner at bath time, something he was sure would delight his wife.

“We just can’t agree to that many nights with them away from home, away from us, they’re our child,” your mother said, just as Shikaku turned one ear back to the main conversation. “We might be able to divide the four nights in half though. We could have Shikamaru stay with us for two nights, but we’d need support navigating their relationship because we don’t know what’s normal or-“

Confident that things were going well enough that he wouldn’t have to restrain his wife, Shikaku turned back to his son and the baby alpha sitting on the floor beside him.

“Can I plait your hair, please?” you asked his son, still idly petting him.

Only yesterday, the same question had come from Ino, although the tone had been a little more demanding, and his son had rolled his eyes, refused, called Ino troublesome and gone to hide upstairs to take a nap.

His response now was like night and day. Shikaku watched his son’s face light up, his head bobbing up and down instantly.

“Yes, yes, whenever you want,” he said, falling over himself to turn around and present you with the back of his head. He scooted backwards until he was almost on your lap and then folded his hands together on his lap, waiting with barely contained excitable energy.

It was so strange seeing his son like this. He was used to his lazy petulance when face with chores, the competitive gleam in his eyes when they played shogi, his thinking face when he was presented a new puzzle or mystery, but this tidal wave of genuine, open affection and eagerness for companionship was something Shikaku had never seen.

“Thanks! You’re the best, Shika!” you said, separating his hair into three parts.

His son looked ready to ascend to a different plane of being.

This whole thing was a mess, Shikaku though, rubbing at his eyes. He wasn’t looking forward to the hundreds of tantrums he’d have to diffuse, the weird impulses he’d have to redirect or having to host another five-year-old in his house all the time. However, the pure happiness radiating off his son was more than worth all the bad. He was glad that Shikamaru would have his obsession with him for his entire life, and maybe it was wishful thinking, but hopefully Shikamaru would be used enough to his obsession and coping mechanisms that the hormonal nightmare of teenagerhood wouldn’t be so bad.

Shikaku gave the two children one more glance, vaguely amused to see Shikamaru silently mouthing ‘my alpha’ over and over again as you focused on plaiting his hair, before properly turning back to the conversation he was supposed to be a part of.

Everything would work out; he would make it so.

…

BONUS:

“Well, we should probably head off now,” your father said, standing up, holding the newly drawn up custody arrangement. “We’re having dinner with my parents tonight. Darling, time to leave, go and get your shoes on, please.”

“WHAT?! NO!”

“Here we go,” Shikaku sighed, trying to intercept Shikamaru before he got a hold on the baby alpha. Too late.

“Shikamaru, let go, they have to go home,” he said, kneeling down on the floor with them both.

“No!” his son whined, tears gathering on his water line. “They’re my alpha! Mine!”

“Shikamaru, that wasn’t a suggestion. Let them go.”

Shikamaru only growled at him, so Shikaku just started pulling him off you by the scruff.

“Shikamaru, stop struggling, stop- Ow! You little- He just bit me!”

#shikamaru x reader #shikamaru #a/b/o #omegaverse #alpha!reader #headcanons #hcs #reader insert #alpha reader #omega!shikamaru #shikaku #nara obsessions

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ash-says · 24 days

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Hush Hush Honey:

A guide on how to regulate oversharing and balancing the conversation flow.

Each one of us has at least been in a situation where we accidentally ended up spilling more than we should. We do recognise the patterns but are unable to control ourselves. That's why your girl Ash-says is here to say a lot about it.

1) Find the why

What are you trying to achieve by sharing that piece of information? Drama? Attention? Get it off your chest? Is it important to inform them? Is it valuable to them?etc.

First tackle the why. Before you go in to reveal something ask yourself if it goes with the conversation flow and if yes is it really important to share it.

2) Are you a celebrity?

No like why? Who is interested in your life so much? Are those people paparazzi to broadcast your current events and bring you fame? No right. So shut up.

3) Who puts their dirty laundry on display?

When you overshare you are basically putting all your secrets, stuff that you do or did on blatant exposure. People are going to judge you. That's the very nature. So breathe and keep it inside.

4) Try to listen more

Train yourself into listening more than speaking especially in group settings or around people that you don't know much about. Gossip is real. You don't want to be the next tea time sensation.

5) Alternatives for talkative people:

Now I know you might be thinking can't say this can't say that then how the hell am I going to bond with people or what should I converse about?

I have developed a solution for you. It's Ash verified because I myself have been using it unknowingly for around 7 years of my life.

Never open your mouth for passing judgements, expressing your opinions on things that do not relate to you, your dirty laundry, secrets, family issues, relationship issues, your sex life, your goals and aspirations, your daily routine, your political standpoint,etc you get where I am going right?

Instead speak about the experiences you had while travelling somewhere, some goofy stuff that happened to you, your harmless vice for example: I am clumsy so I have a lot of incidents that occur due to it which can be told in a funny way. It adds a nuance to my perfectionist image plus helps people warm up to me. Movie shows, songs, etc here also there's a catch if you relate to a show/song/ piece of literature strongly never reveal it. The smart ones will understand the inner workings of your mind.

Never let them know your next move.

If nothing of this then goof around being nonsense. Do little hand gestures, funny faces if you are bored but never overshare.

6) Be mindful of interruption

Practise practise practise. Literally that's the only way. Try not to interrupt people while speaking. There's no roundabout way. It is what it is.

7) Be comfortable in silence

You have to be okay with the conversation dying down. Running your mouth dry will only result in one sided convo. It's more useless and harmful than the one mentioned before.

8) Know your limits

Fix in your brain what you can share and what you can't. Stick to it. Even over your dead body.

9) Be genuinely interested in people

Ask yourself are you asking questions to really get to know the other person or just looking for a chance to talk about yourself? Dethrone yourself first and then interact with others.

10) Put out stuff that you are over with

Always remember what you say can and will be used against you. Drill it and from next time when you speak be mindful that every word can stand against you. Do you have the capacity to handle the consequences? Yes then go ahead. No, then stop live streaming.

Bonus point: Be as private as possible on social media. People don't need to know what you are doing nowadays. Privacy is power. What they don't know they can't ruin.

Strategically put things out. I am not saying be inactive. In Rome you live like the Romans. Do it smartly.

That's all for today's show on ash-says. Stay tuned for more illegal tricks and explosive opinions.

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tadpolebrains · 3 months

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With patch 6 giving us new kissing animations, I’d like to present:

Companion Hugs

Because we deserve a hug update.

“Can I have a hug?”

Gale buries his head into your shoulder, inhaling deeply. He wants to get lost in your warmth, feel completely surrounded by you. His hands grip firmly at your waist, or his arms will sling around you snugly. If you ask for a hug during a moment where you need comfort, he’ll instead take a hand and cradle the back of your head, guiding it down to rest against his shoulder, fingers woven into your hair. His other arm wraps around you, hand settling between your shoulder blades. When you go to pull away, he’ll pull you back in for a moment, letting your foreheads rest against each other for a few moments of silent understanding before letting you go.

Astarion doesn’t understand exactly what to do at first. Hugging isn’t something he’s used to. I’d imagine in-game, act 2 hugging animations would be a bit stiff and awkward. Slightly uncertain pats on the back, not knowing when to pull away. But being unable to drop the lingering smile on his lips afterwards. By act 3, he’s more used to it. Less hesitant in pulling you in. Will even nuzzle into your neck- not even to bite, but because he knows you trust him not to bite unless given permission. It’s rare for that kind of trust to be extended, and it warms his undead heart to have it.

Wyll likes fully leaning against you, your chests flush against each other, lightly swaying back and forth, almost as if you’re slow-dancing. One of your foreheads rests against the other’s chest, or perhaps an ear over the other’s heart so you can hear the heartbeat. He hums lightly, some random tiny tune that is sometimes a known song, and sometimes something random. Going to him for comfort will get you a gentler embrace, a hand rubbing along your back.

Karlach gives the best fucking hugs. This woman is taking every excuse to hug you as soon as she gets her engine fixed. They can range from strong, excited hugs that lift you off the ground to soft, tender ones where she just surrounds you with her heat like a heated blanket, tail curling around your legs just to keep you a little bit closer. She loves nuzzling her nose into your hair, feeling the softness against her cheek. Platonically or romantically, she’ll also give little kisses on your forehead and cheek, just as an extra show of affection. She doesn’t really do quick hugs unless she really has to- ask her for a hug, and you’re getting at least a solid minute. At least. If you need comforting, that minimum time extends.

Lae’zel doesn’t understand it at first. You… want to trap her against you? Is this some sort of battle maneuver, or a show of dominance? She doesn’t see the point of it until you mention someone else in camp gives ‘the best hugs.’ Well, clearly she must be the best at this ‘hugging’ of yours. Once she either watches you do it with someone else or demonstrate for her, she seems to take it as a personal challenge. Will squeeze you tightly against her. Tight, crushing hugs that you feel like could break a rib. If you two are close and you go to her for comfort, she might just let you squeeze her tighter than she squeezes you. Just this once.

Shadowheart isn’t as eager to hug at first; not under Shar, at least. She prides herself on her self-control and independence, and doesn’t see hugging as something she needs. If you ask her for one while she’d still under Shar and you’re close, she’ll do it for your sake, and hate that she likes it so much. Denies it. Doesn’t want to come to rely on it. But once she starts coming into her own, she begins accepting the hugs, even letting herself enjoy them. She’s a gentle hugger, loosely wrapping her arms around you and letting her eyes slip closed, enjoying the moment.

Halsin is literally a bear. Bear hugs, all day. Will scoop you up in his arms and hold you tightly so you feel that nothing could possibly harm you while in his arms. The muscles combined with that softness is perfect hug material. If you need comfort, he’s your man. Comforting hugs from him can feel almost paternal, and he’ll make sure to reassure you that the want for touch is entirely natural. It’s a human need, and you should never be ashamed of giving into your natural urges. Those large hands rub along your back and twirl your hair, grounding you in the moment.

#astarion #gale #halsin #wyll #karlach #shadowheart #lae'zel #baldur’s gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 hcs #tadthoughts

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merbear25 · 3 months

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Them fawning over a musician

After some time, you've finally made a name for yourself in the music industry, albite still not the biggest star. At one of your gigs, you catch someone's attention who just so happens to be a well-known pirate.

CW: SFW, gn!reader, headcanons, suggestive in Kid's

Zoro, Sanji, Law, Kid

Zoro: The type of music: folk/indie. He enjoys the traditional aspects of folk and feels like it paints a story of that area or country. Likes that indie has no restraints, leaving more control in the hands of the artist.

Walking through the city center, tunes started fading in from the distance. He followed them and came up on a small crowd of people, who were listening to you with contemptment. You were radiating confidence with each note played and sang.

Watching you preform wasn't just entertaining, it was admirable. You'd clearly put a lot of thought into your stage presence: the melody was pleasant, the lyrics were meaningful, and your voice was breathtaking.

After your performance, he casually approached you. Upon seeing him, you couldn't help feeling at least a little intimidated—a large man marching up to you who has scars and also carries three swords would cause anyone to take a step back. However, you gave him the benefit of the doubt. The question was innocent; he came to ask you about a verse in your song.

You two ended up having a genuinely interesting conversation. Without realizing how much time had passed, you offered to grab a drink (your treat), so that you could continue this in a more comfortable setting. He shrugged at your suggestion but accepted none the less. You were not prepared for the tab that would be waiting for you.

Sanji: The type of music: blues/jazz. He would admire the soul and emotion that goes into the lyrics and playing of the instruments. Can get caught up in the passion of those performing on stage.

He was out shopping for a few ingredients but decided to pop into a cavern for a drink. Once ordering, that night's talent started. You didn't have his full attention at first: the beginning of your first song was instrumental. His head was bobbing along to the tune, but when he heard your voice, he became entranced.

Promptly turning towards the stage, the realization of being in the presence of a rising star was more than aparent. The emotion being conveyed in your voice tugged at his heart strings. The slight sway of your hips were mesmerizing.

Even though he wasn't far from the stage, he needed to be closer to fully appreciate your elegance. So as not to have his view of you obstructed by other onlookers, he took a seat near the front of the stage.

When your final song came to a close, he was left feeling astonished, so much so that he forgot to applaud. You shot a charming grin his way, which instantly bewitched him. He took that as an invitation to come and talk to you. Complimenting each and every aspect of you and your talent, he managed to stay gentlemanly, although he'd jump at the opportunity to swoon over you if you let him.

Law: The type of music: pop/rock. He would never admit it, but he loves the upbeat side of pop. Even though rock is very different to pop, it shows the raw emotion that he can connect with.

There was an event being held downtown that just so happened to be taking place during one of his outtings. From the first note, he snapped his body towards the direction of the stage. Momentarily forgetting where he was and what he was doing, he made his way to you, only being led by your allure.

He would know exactly who you are. Not just that, but he'd secretly be your biggest fan. Despite standing in awe while you were preforming, he'd be suppressing his excitement throughout it all. Showcasing it wasn't his style, though he was still anchored at the corner of the stage, mouth gaping from the sheer bewilderment.

When you finished, he awkwardly loomed around the stage. It was hard to ignore what with his pacing back and forth and hesitation. He just seemed overly nervous to you, so you opted against giving him the cold shoulder.

You asked him if he liked the show, making him gasp quietly. After you acknowledged him, he found the courage to ask you for an autograph. You gladly wrote one out for him and ended up chit chatting a bit, mostly one sided since he's still a bit starstruck.

Kid: The type of music: punk/metal. Probably headbangs to it in his free time but also listens to it casually when he's tinkering in his workshop. He gets worked up and ready to take everyone on.

This city was just intended to be a quick pit stop to reload on resources. The sun was already setting which signaled to the Kid Pirates that it was about time to crack open a few cold ones. While taking a short-cut through an alley, a flashy poster caught Kid's eye. No fucking way. One of the bands he jams to was playing in this city? Tonight?? Snatching it off the wall, he rushed off.

Upon reaching the, somewhat, junkyard where your band was playing, he unabashedly shoved his way to the very front. Hearing how heavy your band memebers were coming down on the instruments and the rasp in your voice made the beast within him unleash. He would undoubtedly be the one to start a mosh pit, and in doing so, you wouldn't be able to take your eyes off of him.

After he was satisfied with the chaos he'd spread throughout the crowd, you received his undivided attention. When your eyes met, you gave him a sly smirk for the mess he'd caused. Seeing that gave him the ego boost he needed to chat you up after the show.

Following the last song, you were met with a more than eager Kid waiting for you. You sauntered your way over to him, cooly asking if he liked what he saw. Leaning in closer to you, Kid now had the impulsive idea to get with you. He wasn't being subtle about his intentions in the slightest, leaving the ball in your court.

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solarisensun · 2 years

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Firsts & Lasts

Boss! Al Haitham x Employee! F!Reader (Modern Au)

- random fic that i concocted cause i couldn’t get the concept out of my head

Al-Haitham breaks all workplace rules for his favorite employee

Warnings: NSFW, slight jealousy/possessiveness, mentions of clubs + threats (not at reader)

As much as Al Haitham wishes to deny it, your presence always seems to draw his attention no matter the situation.

The click clacks of your heels descending the stairs immediately disrupts his usually unwavering focus as he forces himself to read the first line of his email for the second time. Unfortunately, his brain is once again distracted by how he knows that you are approaching from behind. Knows that if he turns around, he’ll see you in your green bartender uniform with the logo of his bar printed right above your right breast.

And for some absurd reason, the uniform, despite being intended to make you look professional, instead makes you look like you just stepped out the page of a 1950 pin up girl magazine. Smart and professional is the last thing that anyone would use to describe your current attire. A spark of annoyance oozes down his spine when he catches himself thinking of you, and he hasn’t even actually seen you yet.

In an effort to rid himself of those thoughts, he hunches even further over his laptop. But it’s even harder to ignore your presence when every other red-blooded male in his bloody damned bar has already noticed the way you saunter behind the bar as they perk up like hounds.

Already, a young man has shouldered his way to you with a swagger in his step Unable to help it, Al Haitham yanks his gaze from his unread email to watch the way you rest your elbows against the bar as you lean forwarded to gaze up at him with that shy little smile dancing on your lips. Of course, the man drinks up your doe like gaze like its fuel to his ego.

Al Haitham glances away and wipes a hand over his mouth to conceal his annoyance as a heavy exhale rolls through his back. He rolls his shoulders back in his suit and takes a sip of whiskey.

You’re irritating. That’s right. Maybe he just doesn’t like the way you laugh so loudly at whatever the man tells you. You’re bad for him. Bad for his self-control, and for his image. The scowl on Al Haitham’s face deepens when he realizes that he’s staring at you again. It’s not as if he can tell you off for not doing your job because that’s what you are doing. Flirting with the customers gets the bar more cash, which means more revenue for him. But do you really have to lean that far across the bar to let the man whisper something in your ear that closely?

Irritation, hot and itchy, creeps back down his spine. Finally, you seem to notice that your boss has been glaring holes into the side of your head as your bright gaze finds him across the room. You don’t break eye contact as you bend down to pick up a glass, all while the man talks your ear off.

His jaw ticks. But Al Haitham refuses to be the first one to break eye contact. At least not until you smile at him and give him a twiddle of your pretty nails when the irritation in him morphs into something much more… electric.

Your only response is a terse nod as Al Haitham slams his laptop shut. He’s not going to be able to get any work done if you’re here. Instead, he opts to pulls out his phone.

“Nilou.” His voice is too sharp, too tense.

“Yes, sir?” Nilou replies over the phone, her soft voice filled with confusion.

He exhales through his nose to soothe himself. To tune out another round of giggles that erupt behind the bar. “I want the uniforms changed.”

“In what way, sir?” Nilou asks, the puzzlement still evident in her tone.

“Changed?”

Al Haitham flinches a little when he hears your voice echo just behind him. Steeling his nerves, he turns around and fixes you with a steely look. “Swap the skirts out for pants.”

Don’t look. Don’t look. Don’t look.

He looks down to the sinful piece of fabric that hugs your thighs.

Before Nilou can offer a reply, he hangs up the phone.

Across the bar, you raise an eyebrow. “Why the sudden change?”

Al Haitham feels his fingers twitch at your casual tone. It’s rare that people, let alone his employees, dared to speak to him so leisurely. He had half a mind to teach you how to address your boss properly. Maybe with that stupid skirt hiked around your waist and your palms against the counter as he spanks your-

He forces himself to come to a screeching halt.

Instead of enacting his fantasies, Al Haitham glances at you with an almost bored look. “I thought that it would be a nice change once in a while. Also, it’s sir. It’s inappropriate to address your boss so casually.”

“Well,” you pipe back, “I don’t think it’s appropriate to issue sudden changes in the dress code without consulting your employees first.”

The image of you across his lap and his handprint across your ass resurfaces like an insistent plague. Curse you and your stupidly smart mouth. Though he can’t deny the amusement that he enjoys whenever the two of you quip at each other, nipping at each other’s heels. Testing to see which one would stumble first.

“Talk back to me like that again and I’ll put a dent in your salary.” An empty threat. You both know it as clear as day.

Your brilliant smile blossoms from the glow of a flickering candlelight to the roaring rays of the summer sun. “And risk losing all your customers?” you tease him. “We both know how much they love my drinks. I’m the best bartender you have up your sleeve.”

Your drinks aren’t the only thing that keeps them coming.

At that, his amusement quickly withers away.

Before he can say anything more stupid, Al Haitham scoops up his laptop and rises to his feet. “You’d better start serving them then.” It’s a bitter sentence, delivered through his clenched teeth.

“Wait-”

Without sparing you another glance, he strolls out of the bar. Barely resisting the urge to slam the door on his way out.

—

It’s a Saturday night when Al Haitham next drops by his bar. Usually, he preferred spending his weekends in his study. But word had spread that the Fatui would be dropping by town. Despite the alliance treaties that he’d signed with them, it wouldn’t hurt to be extra careful around his long-time business rivals. Plus, he was hoping to glean some extra information out of his guests.

The magnetic roll of bass vertebrates through the room as Al Haitham is escorted to the VIP booth that is usually only reserved for the most esteemed of guests.

He feels almost out of place here. Despite owning the entire establishment (and the street that it’s on), Al Haitham has never quite gotten used to the rowdier nights that occur in his club. It’s not as if he doesn’t appreciate the sight of the dancers or the music. But something about the primal atmosphere just makes him wish that he was back in the peace and quiet of his study, with his chosen book open on his lap.

Don’t worry. Al Haitham straightens the non-existent wrinkles of his shirt. You’ve got everything under control.

As he pushes the heavy curtains open, he instantly sees Ajax, the 11th Harbringer, with a glass in his hand and those intense blue eyes fixated on a scene in front of him. The younger man takes a sip from his glass. Yet, not once does his predatory gaze shift. It is unlike Ajax to not even notice his presence, and curiosity jerks Al Haitham’s gaze to where Ajax is looking.

Al Haitham feels his throat dry up.

His ears ring with all the blood that rushes up to his head. Al Haitham’s heavy stare rolls across your body as you extend a leg mid-air, with both of your hands wrapped around the pole. Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, you make your way down the pole in time with the music. Whilst just seeing you in uniform has his slacks tightening, the sight of your ass in those thongs and your breasts practically spilling out lacy bra has him hard to the point of insanity.

When your body reaches the floor in a graceful descent, Al Haitham has to lift his attention to the multi-colored spotlights in the ceiling to take a slow, deep breath and to stop himself from drooling over you like a pervert.

Why are you here?

Only after his second breath when he finally meets your electric gaze. Your eyes spark with amusement. You know. You know exactly what you’re doing with your boss. You know just how much you get on his nerves. Do you know that he’s thought about you every hour over the past three days? Do you know how his stomach tenses whenever he thinks of you?

As if reading his frayed mind, you rise to your knees, sliding them open to reveal that darned thong that barely covers anything as you lean against the pole without a care in the world. The heat burning in your gaze makes his fist curl deeper. You really are going to set him ablaze.

He takes in your… costume. The jade green set is complimented with trims of red lace around the edges. A perfect match to his eyes. The realization digs its sharp claws into him. On the stage, you continue to slink your way over on your knees. The sight of your ass in the air tugs on his cock as lust crawls under his skin.

And he tenses when you reach the edge of the stage. Gracefully, you make your way down in those ridiculously high heels. Click clack, the familiar sound makes his jaw clench.

“Al Haitham.” He’d nearly forgotten that Ajax was also in the room. How ironic. He’d just frowned upon the Harbringer’s foolishness for not noticing his presence.

“Yes?” Al Haitahm feigns indifference in his voice as best as he can.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you had such a gem hiding here?”

All of a sudden, he’s hit with an impulse to smash a glass over the ginger’s head.

Before he can reply, the brush of your bare shoulder against his forearm causes the words to choke up in his throat.

Already, Ajax’s attention has shifted over to you. His manic grin is a little too wide for Al Haitham’s liking. And there’s that hungry glint burning in the Harbringer’s eyes that Al Haitham knows all too well. It’s the exact same gleam that licks in his irises whenever he thinks about you.

“Hello gorgeous.” He hears Ajax tell you. “What’s your name, hm?”

Just as Ajax’s fingers are about to close around your bare waist, Al Haitham grabs his wrist in a deadly iron grip, stopping the latter in his tracks. “No touching.”

Ajax studies his face for a beat as a slow grin tugs at his lips. “I was just going to ask for her name. It’s not everyday I meet a woman as stunning as your employee. Perhaps you’d prefer if I took her out on a nice dinner first?”

Red mist swallows Al Haitham’s vision. “Get out,” he rasps.

When Ajax doesn’t move, he leans forward, making sure that the Harbringer sees the animalistic fury roaring in his eyes. “Get out before I send your body back to Snezhnaya in a coffin.”

As soon as the door closes behind Ajax, his fingers find purchase at the nape of your neck as he yanks you towards him. “When did you turn from a bartender to a fucking stripper?” he demands. Never in his life has he swore. Not until now.

A flash of surprise darts across your delicate features at the unusually rough timbre of his voice. Despite the fact that he’s practically breathing flames into your face, you merely shrug. “I tried telling you about it the other day. Nilou needed a replacement. And I stepped in to help her fill the spot.”

For a tense moment, the two of you glare at each other. Al Haitham is all too aware of your soft breasts pressing into his chest. The way you're looking at him underneath those long lashes, and the pout of your bottom lip that tempts him to brush his thumb across it. He’s so hard that he can’t even think straight.

He cocks his head, tension lining each plane of his broad shoulders. The raging fury in him solidified into something much more familiar. “Are you wet?”

Finally, your insolent facade crumbles into dust as you let out a squeak. “What?”

“If I push aside those pathetic strings that you’re wearing right now, am I going to find you wet?” He repeats the question, slowly and calmly.

Your skin feels all too warm from his touch. Carefully, Al Haitham drags his calloused palms down, savoring your soft flesh until they rest at your waist, where he guides your half-naked body onto his lap. Almost instinctively, your hips rock forward along the hard plane of his thigh. And his second curse falls out of his lips in a breathy whisper when he feels the warmth of your pussy pressed against his slacks.

He’s probably breaking every workplace rule imaginable. But with the way your body feels against his, Al Haitham can’t quite bring himself to care. Already, he’s planning on the next time he can get you like this in his bed, naked and under him. It was like giving a recovering drug addict another good snort of crack. There was no turning back in his maddening obsession. But this time, he was glad to be able to drown in it.

His wandering hands cup your breasts through your bra. Resting ever so lightly on your hardened nipples poking through the sheer material. Your back arches forward as he watches you with an intensity that makes you shiver. Without warning, Al Haitham squeezes.

A little unexpected motion that has you keening like a kitten for her master.

Cruelly, he bounces his knee upwards, forcing another mewl out of your painted lips. One of his hands tangles into your hair, pulling you forward until your parted lips are almost brushing his. Until the both of you are breathing the same air. He can smell your stupid perfume clouding his already disorientated senses.

“U-Usually, I get paid for this.”

He gives you a half-hearted scowl. “I’ll triple your next month’s salary.”

Your head falls against his shoulder with a whimper as you continue to buck your hips forward, leaving a wet stain across the material of his pants. He doubts that you’ve even heard his offer. “Are you going to come on my thigh?” Unable to help himself, Al Haitham wraps his large hands around your waist and presses you down against his thigh, making sure that the seam of his pants catches against your clit.

You respond with a strangled whine, your fingers scrabbling for purchase against his shirt.

As you reach your high, Al Haitham captures your lips with his, swallowing all your moans as your orgasm forces you to melt against his chest. Though his cock throbs in his slacks, demanding for attention, he rests his forehead against yours, drinking in the lust in your eyes like a starved man. The smell of your sex fills him with a deep hunger that prompts him to tighten his grip around your still trembling body.

It takes every ounce of self-control in him to keep his voice steady.

“The next time you strip for another person, I’ll have their eyes gouged out of their skull.”

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missymu · 7 months

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Taurus Mars

💝 he takes life slowly & enjoys living in peace. he finds comfort in taking his time but this may cause others to perceive him as lethargic. he exhibits a measured & persistent pace instead of hurried & impulsive actions. he adopts the steady, calculative & enduring pace of mother earth. it can be hard for him to impose action bc he starts only when he is ready, not when he is told. the plan has to be in order before hand & the resources must already be accumulated. he lacks the ability to take swift & decisive action, which can lead to procrastination, indecision & missed opportunities. he’s selective in his pursuits & he’s willing to wait; but once the wheels start turning, he won’t stop until the end. despite being slow to get started, once he gains power, he will keep this position. hes like like a rock still standing even when a tsunami comes. his patience is his biggest strength. he has the commitment, stamina & consistency needed for success. interestingly, some very powerful & violent leaders have this placement.

💝 he’s a tranquil individual with a permanent composed demeanour. stillness is so engrained in him that any other reaction during distress feels superficial to him. he’s extremely slow to react or get mad & most things don’t faze or bother him. he has a good sense of forethought & thinking before action. he has the ability to tune in to not-so-seen aspects in individuals & situations. others perceive him as comforting & reliable due to his natural ability to be patient, quiet & grounded. however, since he camouflages his emotions, others can perceive him as detached & apathetic. his nonchalance may even intimidates some people.

💝 he’s the least aggressive & abrasive mars sign. if anyone annoys him he tends keep it classy & keep a distance. however, this may not align with how he truly wants to respond to unsettling behaviour from others. he resists in indulging in displays of volatilities due to his preference of peace & his difficulty expressing anger. he fights steadily & stubbornly so even though others are normally the one to start fights with him, he is always the one to finish them fights.

💝 taurus mars is slow moving but planet mars doesn’t like being slow. mars is the catharsis of all feelings that demand urgency & protection including anger & fear. when taurus is in mars it becomes unmoving & sometimes more unmoving than it needs to be. it holds onto things & won’t let them go, to avoid losing control of protecting itself. despite mars being debilitated in taurus, this does not mean that anger is weakened. he suppresses his anger inside the body & allows it to ferment for years upon years. he has a long fuse & is slow to demonstrate anger. but his built-up anger eventually gets released & the expression of rage is in no means controlled or restrained. this fury can rattle everything in proximity & be quiet frightening to others, especially since they’re used to his composes demeanour. it can take a lot to break him down but when his stability is taken from him, this is when he become insecure, heartless & power-hungry.

💝 the best way to piss him off during conflict is to not engage & simply walk away.

💝 he is very stubborn (just like a bull) so he doesn’t forget or forgive a slight. it takes him awhile to move on & get over things.

💝 since taurus is detriment in mars, issues with self-worth & self-destruction may be a side-effect for him. he may take on todays encounters with repressed & recycled memories which are decades old. despite him seeming calm on the outside, his old wounds are freshly bleeding & his invisible scars can inflame at any moment. sometimes his resentment flows with such volatility & unpredictability that you wonder if it will ever stop or where it came from. it may express itself as harbouring self-contempt for his choices, his life, his body, or everything at once. its a poisonous self-hatred, self-punishment, self-denial, self-malignant or a lack of conviction that he deserves anything worthwhile. he may self-destruct by over-consuming pleasure until it becomes poison & giving into the impulsive urges that promise short-term relief at the cost of long term comfort (spending her rent money, drinking until she is physically ill, etc). however, he may self-destruct by the opposite route of being severely self-restricting to change something inside & punishes herself further after failure (compulsive with measuring every dose, forcing herself through harsh lifestyle regimes). but in all this, he has tremendous stoicism & he prefers to keep his worries to himself (the strong & silent type).

💝 despite his peaceful nature, he’s very protective of his loved ones, meaning he’s not afraid to stand up for them.

💝 he is the most sensual of all the mars signs but in many cases to finally liberate this side of him, it took many inner battles & heroic victories that became stories she has never spoken about.

💝 security & comfort is most important to him. he needs everything to be under control & he will be soothed by the promise of stability. he will be filled with deep fears, rage & anguish if the future seems uncertain & security is on shaky ground. he has tremendous compulsion to build wealth & establish financial stability.

💝 he’s motivated by money & the finer things in life. maybe he eat too much, spend too much time soaking in bubble baths or acts too reckless with catch all for the sake of pleasure.

💝 when he’s attracted to someone he’ll take his time to get to know them. it may take him awhile to come around but once he does he’s easy & simple to read, meaning you will never be left confused abt whether he likes you or not.

💝 since this is a weak mars signs, he is more inclined to seek out multiple women to feed his ego. he’s very comfortable around women as well.

💝 he often enforces rules & repercussions so others tend to label him as controlling. when others get close to him, they think they're immune to these expectations & get comfortable breaking his rules. but it’s shaking up his comfort that makes them his enemy. he doesn’t get enough credit for how patient he is. others don't realise how much leniency he gives before saying anything to anyone.

Turn On’s:

💝 pleasing his senses is very important to him: touch, smell, hearing & taste. you could incorporate blindfolds, candles, feathers, silk sheets & sensual sounds. but most importantly, arrives baring gifts & kind words.

💝 physical touch is especially important to him: massages, foot rubs, tender kisses, cuddles, stroking, caressing, warmth & body worship.

💝 his necks is his erogenous zones - talk into his neck, lavish his neck, give neck kisses/hickeys, choke his neck. you could gift him a chain since that belongs on the neck.

💝 he’s attracted to earthy types who are stable & patient. ensure to match his calm energy & steady pace. if you‘re going to be rough or surprising ensure it’s gradual & prepare him first.

💝 he’s physically attracted to older or dominant women with dark features & curvy bodies.

💝 he enjoys lovemaking on a full stomach or involving food in the bedroom (whipped cream).

💝 he maybe into bum play, gigolo roleplay & mutual oral.

Turn Off’s:

💝 physical touch is like oxygen him, denying him affection or sex for too long will offend him.

💝 he tends to put a lot of importance into aftercare & not receiving it can straight up ruin the experience for him.

💝 he dislikes his lover failing to show appreciation, being incompetent & criticising him.

💝 he’s turned off by dirty bedrooms

Performance:

💝 his rxships are highly based on sexual & intimate compatibility. he is very comfortable with his body & his sexual desires. he has a strong need to pleasure himself even in committed rxships (taurus is all abt self-reliance & self-sustainment).

💝 the sex with him will be slow and/or prolonged. his sexual stamina is long-lasting & steady. sexually he is patient & slow to turn on, like an oven instead of a microwave. he also may take a while to cum.

💝 he maybe lazy in bed & expect his partner to do most of the work.

💝 all earth signs mars have a natural tendency to separate love & sex but taurus mars is most prone to this. he has a ravenous sexual appetite & indulges in intimacy as a comfort measure. to him, sex is like breathing air, he can’t live without it. a positive & ongoing sex life is very important to him; if it isn’t fulfilled his overall mindset will be negative, withdrawn & stubborn. he tends to have difficulty abstaining from sex so if there’s no one in his life who matters to him, he is still going to look for sexual partners. sexual involvement with him does not necessarily mean that a rxship with him is underway. in this sense, more gentle types could find him too careless & direct.

💝 if a man with taurus placements is attracted to you he will find a way to touch you or get close to you somehow, he needs to lean really close to you bc he just can’t hear what you’re saying, he has tripped & now has to steady himself by grabbing your arms or waist, “those stairs look really steep, here grab my arm”.

💝 all earth signs mars want to be comfortable with you before they sleep with you.

💝 he probably had to work harder than most in regards to education bc he’s a slow learner. he may have struggled with grades but when he puts in work he becomes unstoppable.

Compatibility:

💝 aries mars - aries is constantly trying to rile taurus up & taurus is trying their hardest to ignore or avoid aries. taurus is known to blow when pushed too hard & aries is certainly capable of this. both will refuse to admit they’re wrong; aries due to their competitive & argumentative nature, taurus due to their stubbornness & possibly a denial of their passions. taurus can controlling, smothering & possessive, putting chains on aries.

💝 taurus mars - arguments/fights will consist of small, built-up pressures (possibly jealous or territorial feelings). these clashes will usually end in a stalemate (draw) since their default nature is not competitive or heated. an advantage one may use to “win” is their ability to foresight their opponents moves & intentions since they’re deeply predictable. however, feuds between the two are unlikely & it’s probable they’ll join forces instead; there’s a strong reliability factor in their dynamic.

💝 gemini mars - two different energies causing a fight or mess. these two can bring out the ugly in each other. gemini by poking the bear, being impish or antagonistic; taurus by brick walling, stone coldness & being closed off.

💝 cancer mars - they can find a lot in common at best, their dynamic can be protective & caring. trust & reassurance are the two elements that keep these two loving or respecting each other. but there can be a lot of jealousy & possessiveness in this pairing. ‘attachment’ plays a big role in most of their issues. there are pains from unmet expectations or broken promises. when they don’t know each other well, both are closed off & hard to read. neither express their anger well or aren’t very in tune with it meaning their conflicts can be filled with passive aggression. cancer is more manipulative or have very cold waters towards taurus. taurus can be controlling, mean & unmovable. their conflicts can be slow developing & both can be major grudge holders.

💝 leo mars - at best these two make a great team by feeding off the warmth of each other’s generosity & affection. but dramatic fight or rivalry is possible. they can make one another feel small or infuriated. taurus may see leo as bossy & pompous. leo may see taurus as inflexible, dispassionate & overly careful. leo may be able to take down taurus in terms of passion & action. taurus may be able to take down leo do to their unshakable grudge & while taurus’s unshakable will & hunger for revenge.

💝 virgo mars - with virgo’s adaptability & taurus’s reliability, they can make a down-to-earth pairing who tends to solve problems with logic & bluntness; they’ll handle conflict in a mature manner or at least attempt to look like they are. both aren’t very heated or instigating people. but being emotional or vulnerable around each other may be a challenge. the root of many conflicts in this paring can be the refusal to show each other’s softer side. allowing each other to be sensitive, giving more comfort & reassurance will help them keep the peace. virgo can run circles around taurus with witty jeers, criticism, & nervous energy. but taurus can be the wall virgo runs into since they’re steady, determined & careful. as enemies they can be intolerable of each other & may even see each other as a threat that needs to go (suing, going after career or reputation, hurting or stealing belongings). sometimes earth mars signs can play dirty surprisingly.

💝 scorpio mars - are these two going to try out-grudge, ignore or one up each other? however, scorpio has an advantage since they can easily tap into their passion (expressing their desire, force, & wrath). but taurus is still able to deal with scorpio through their endurance & patience. taurus is more hesitant (finding conflict, pressure, or intensity as uncomfortable). taurus prefers conventional & routine but scorpio craves emotional depth & vigor. scorpio appreciates the mysterious, dark, taboo, or extreme but taurus embraces the open, precise, warm & cordial feelings that are met with security, appealing or soothing pleasure. scorpio is hot lava or an icy pool, waiting to swallow something but taurus is an unexpected earthquake or a sleeping volcano, that is dangerous & destructive once it blows. taurus can have passion & intensity that matches to scorpio’s vindictive, venomous, obsessive potency. but taurus’s passion is hidden away. scorpio can be good at hiding their passion too but this is usually intentional whereas taurus is subconscious. scorpio can help taurus undercover their inner drive & fire. taurus can help scorpio to become more patient & realistic.

💝 sagittarius mars - these two can face a lot of frustration & misunderstanding, getting tired of each others bs. sagittarius is blunt & feisty but taurus is down-to-earth. taurus can easily perceive sagittarius as irresponsible, tactless & selfish. sagittarius can easily perceive taurus as sheepish, dull, closed-minded or stubborn. sagittarius needs more spontaneity & an emotional or rush from taurus. taurus needs sagittarius to be more tender, predictable & reassuring. sagittarius tendency to jab, mock, tease, joke, compete or play can bring out the intense side of taurus.

💝 capricorn mars - calculated & cold capricorn with willful & calm taurus equals a long-lasting peace, realistic expectations & bumps in the road rather than full out battles. they have a similar energy with patience, caution & pragmatism. they may be very attentive to each other’s physical needs.if they get on each other’s bad side there can be control issues & harsh judgment; they may use one another or try to have an advantage over the other. capricorn is considered to be at an advantage but if they ever find themselves being a victim of taurus, they’ll likely cut them off completely. capricorn takes action whereas taurus can be too unmovable, scared, or stuck. in order for taurus to “beat” capricorn, taurus needs to tap into their hidden intensity & passion, without losing control. if this is possible, they’ll become just as dangerous as scorpio.

💝 pisces mars - both have the ability to connect harmoniously & deeply together. neither want to fight & can avoid conflict well. pisces has has an upper hand with their manipulation, intuition, perception & flexibility. taurus has an upper hand with their determination, stubbornness & realistic clarity. taurus can easily find pisces too unreliable, vague, confusing & irrational. pisces can easily find taurus too difficult, closed-minded & hard to understand. their conflicts can be filled with unspoken feelings, cold shoulders, the blame game, sadness or disappointment. pisces can get over conflicts easier than taurus but taurus mary be harder to trigger or rattle than pisces. pisces can be sensitive & help taurus connect with their feelings. taurus is stable & helps bring calmness/steadiness.

people with this placement: adulf hitler, osama, ben ladin, michael jackson, kanye west, john kennedy, muhammed ali, issac newton, 50 cent

#astro notes #astrology #mars signs #taurus mars

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luimagines · 3 months

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IT IS I! THE WIZARD!

I wanna write a story, but it would be weird to write so here it is:

(Warning: swearing)

A reader who can speak to the dead, can see spirits. They chat often with the villains because they hang around them often, and often ask the reader to tell the Links messages.

The reader collects cursed items, having the strange ability to quell the corrupting powers (for example, they can use Majora's Mask with no negative effect). So they have like cursed knives, Majora, a few shards of the mirror of twilight glued together (I know it's impossible but let me dreeeeaaam-), that kind of stuff.

So like, something like this would happen:

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Reader walks up to Four, listening to thr whispers of their spirit friend, Vaati. He had asked to give a message to Link, 'The short one that looks like a f*cked up kinstone', and Reader was too kind to say no. They always knew that spirits that lingered often suffered in pain. Maybe it would help Vaati pass on?

"Hey, Four." Reader said, and Four turned.

"Oh, hello, Reader. Do you need something?"

"I have a message for you." They said, eyes glowing a dim blue, like a luminous stone. "Vaati said 'You're a loser, no maidens?'"

Four passed, a mix of confusion and horror on his face. "I'm sorry, WHO told me WHAT?!"

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Reader held Majora in their hands, staring into the great yellow eyes, invested in its whispers. A cough pulled them out of their trance, and Time sat next to it, giving a caughtous glance at the mask. "You seem enamored with that thing."

"I do. . . don't i?" Reader said wistfully. They sighed. "Do you know what it's like. . . seeing the dead? Hearing their woes and being able to do. . . anything? It's painful, watching them suffer."

"Why do you keep it, of you know it's story?" Time asked, frowning. Reader sighed, running a hand on their head.

"You probably wouldn't understand." They explained. "Spirits are more complex than a dungeon clever could be. . . this one has taken a liking to me. . . or. . at least is trying to control me."

Time stiffened. "I've worn it, Majora. He always throws a fit when I do because he cannot invade my mind." Reader explained, turning back to Time and pointing at the marks under their eyes. "These marks are like the ones you have. Proof of my power over it."

Time huffed and Reader suddenly snapped their head back to the mask, eyes glowing blue. Time watched them nod to it, and slowly turn back to Time, eyes still glowing creepily as they slowly asked "He wants to know if you've become a mask salesman too. . ."

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"You've lost someone important to you. . . haven't you?" Reader asked Legend on night. He was on watch duty, and the others were asleep. He glared at Reader.

"What?" Legend asked, sounding offended.

"I don't mean to insult!" Reader said quickly. "It's just. . ." Their eyes turned blue, as they looked next to him. The familiar humming of a tune oh so forgien yet familiar to their ears clwas heard only by them, sung by the spirit next to Legend in the pretty blue dress and red hair. "I can see her. . . Was she close to you?"

Legend froze. "What the hell are you talking about? Is this some kind of sick joke?!"

Sensing and watching him grow angry, Reader gave a sympathetic smile. "She likes to hum a pretty tune, you know. as if she is trying tell you it's okay. She can't speak, sadly."

He continued to glare, about combust until they began to him the tune. That tune which he missed of so dearly. The tune he'd trade EVERYTHING he own To be around again.

Reader continued to hum the tune, closing their eyes and doing their best to match the woman's tune when she felt Legend shaking next to them. They stopped and opened their eyes to see him shaking, head in his hands.

"D-dont stop" He said, his voice breaking and shaking. Reader nodded and continued, and his shaking voice started to sing the lyrics softly, leaning into Reader. They wrapped their arms around them, providing some warmth, to comfort the tired, broken, hero, that the lady in blue could not anymore. . .

»»————-　★　————-««

Either blunt as a dull butter knife or extremely creepy, or comforting. No inbetween. They've got three looks. And That's IT.

Thats all. Thanks for comeing to my Ted talk

I mean.... this could be a pretty decent story if you chose to write it out.

Thank you for sending this in.

This would be like... every Link's worst nightmare. The idea that the people who taunted them and nearly destroyed everything they held dear is still dissing them from the beyond? Horrendous.

They will never be free.

#pinky replies #anon stories #to be completely honest #from a philosophical stand point #I have to disagree with Reader #If ghosts are people stuck in their ways from before they died #then the person who was alive is more complicated than their ghost #and the villains- while alive- chose to do bad #I can't bring myself to feel sorry for them #because they made their choice when they had the chance to change #and you know #not suck #even if it this is fictional and I'm probably taking this too seriously #it just rubbed me the wrong way #probably not the take away you wanted me to get from this #but now I'm here ^.^*

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headedstraightforfrankcastle · 1 year

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Anakin Boyfriend headcanons SFW

SO lately I’ve been obsessing more and more over Star Wars - mostly over Kylo, Poe and our boy Anakin. I’ve been thinking about some things lately and now you have to think about them to :)

!: no gender specified, Revenge of the Sith!Anakin (but no downfall lol just cute vibes here)

A/N: not proof readed, please let me know if you notice any typo! sorry about it <3

we can all know he basically he’s a gentleman

his love language is small acts of service.

you would help him get ready for his missions, he would help you get ready for yours

he would make sure you have everything packed with you, and if you’re a particularly forgetful person he would place all your thing on your bed so you don’t forget anything

if you don’t understand how soomething works he’s ready to explain it to you again an again, if you lose something he’d help you find it, if you’re feeling down he won’t leave your side unless he absolutely has to.

he would kneel in the middle of a corridor just because your boot is untied

your official styler

he would bring you small gifts from his missions

everytime he sees you treasure them like jems on your shelves he smiles like a proud baby

constantly sitting on top of him

like - this man is the only chair existing for you

he would love to balance you on his leg, with your back against his chest and his hands slowly caressing your wast

whenever you two are alone he gently pushes you against the first wall he finds only to kiss you so slowly and kindly it hurts

he holds your hands in his when you’re cold!

I told you to bring your gloves, baby, why don’t you ever listen to me?

little did he know, it was your plan all along

if you can walk side by side keep one harm aroud you waist or shoulders so you have all the space you need to hug his side

one of your favourite things in the whole galaxy is seeing him try to hide a smile when you stroll like that

if you two are separated but still in sight, he would keep an eye on you 24/7 to make sure you’re okay and no one is bothering you

when your eyes meet his, you swear you can see them shine

this king would bring you breakfast in bed

most of the times he just asks C3P0 to do it, but when he’s in a good mood he tries to cook your favourite dishes

i’m not sure he’s good at cooking but he tries with all his heart, and you both finish your food with the promise of you teaching him your secrets in the kitchen

constantly makes sure you stay well fed and hydrated

training sessions with him! (propably would write something about it, stay tuned)

everytime he passes next to you he leaves a small kiss on your forhead, or a soft stroke on whichever part of your body he finds first

you have to be the first thing he sees when he wakes up and the last one he sees before he fells asleep

would tell you you are beautiful even when you’re at you worst (you’re always an angel to him) and mostly when you feel like everything but something remotedly good

kisses your tears away and keeps you close to his heart when you’re crying

literally there for you wheneve you need him

the. way. he. looks. at. you. you are the only person for him, he is the only person for you - and the galaxy must know it, because it stops when you linger a bit too much in the glance of the other

when you’re in a dangerous situation he keeps one step in front of you

he knows you are fully capable of protecting yourself, and you’re damn good at it, but it keeps him calm to think he has at least this under his control, so you let him

also it allows you to watch his back, so it’s a win win

little spoon (I will not elaborate)

Thank you for reading, let me know what your thoughts are on bf!Anakin and if we share something!

#anakin #anakin skywalker #sw anakin #episode 3 #revenge of the sith #skywalker #anakin imagine #anakin x reader #anakin headcanon #obi wan kenobi #luke skywalker #padme amidala

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isa-ghost · 4 months

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do you have hc's about how the Polycule would save q!Phil from EK's possession?? Would they work on their own or work together?? these hc's are so good btw!!

I didn't at first but now that I sat down and thought about it, I have exploded. Enjoy.

Edit: This exploded so hard I'm now planning a 5+ chapter fic about it. So everyone stay tuned I guess. If you see me post an ao3 link sometime in the next week or two, you'll know what it is. I might also post the chapters as Tumblr posts for easier access for anyone who doesn't have ao3.

Previous qPhil headcanons

Ender King possessed Phil headcanons

Since you specified polycule, these will be Missa/Fit/Etoiles centric. However, the fic I'm writing will have guest appearances from Chayanne, Tallulah, Pac, and potentially some others. We'll see where it goes.

It seems impossible at first. He's. So. Strong. So merciless. So overwhelming. They know Phil would never forgive himself if it was his hands that hurt any of them. They can't afford to get close. They can't afford to be poisoned by the clouds of dragon's breath. They can't afford to be struck by his scythe or sword. They can't afford to be sniped by those eagle eyes. Phil would never forgive himself, and he's already so hard on himself.

They don't know what to do, they don't know what they CAN do. They have no choice but to back off, and let EK escape with Phil's body off to wherever the hell it is he'll hide out while he readjusts to having a physical form again and continues to further wrestle Phil into submission. Missa's absolutely inconsolable over it, Fit & Etoiles have to restrain him while EK dips for the sake of making sure Missa doesn't get himself killed. Fit is LIVID. Etoiles is equally pissed, but it comes out more as distress rather than rage.

Missa is overwhelmed by the idea of caring for Chayanne & Tallulah alone. Chayanne comes in clutch, he somehow snagged the stock of cookies from Phil's bag before EK took full control of him. Fit offers to look after them too, he just can't feed them. Ramon is already pulling out all the stops in an effort to comfort the two & is more than willing to let them sleep in his house. They all know Phil will be mortified that the two witnessed any of what happened.

Phil is missing for at least a week, maybe more. No one knows what EK is doing with his body. Their only solace is that Cucurucho & presumably the higher ranking feds are strong enough to prevent him from leaving the island. At least they know he's findable.

That doesn't make it easier. Knowing he's out there somewhere, trapped in his own mind, living his greatest fear every second they aren't helping him claw his way back into control of himself, potentially hurting people he cares about or doing things he'd never do with his own hands. It's unbearable.

Whenever it is that they finally find Phil, he's a shell. Thinner, paler, as gaunt as a corpse. Eyes purple and cruel, dark circles under them. Features sharper, somewhere between skeletal and draconic. Patches of his skin have blackened like char, some spots have cracked and look like they're bleeding purple. He looks like he's slowly becoming corrupted by crying obsidian. His wings are raised at all times, threatening. But they shake, unmistakably and visibly so. It's clear they're in so much pain, under so much strain. Has the Ender King been flying with Phil's damaged wings? Missa, Fit and Etoiles feel like they're staring at a ghost of their long-dead friend.

Phil's body is weak but the Ender King isn't. The fight, while more feasible now, is still hellish to pull off. It takes more gapples, potions, rezzing each other, and enough sets of armor broken for Etoiles to lament for a month, but eventually, after near-constant bombardment from three people (& a little "help" from a handful of mobs as things go on into the night. Which EK gets stronger during btw), the trio finally downs Ender King. Fit and Etoiles keep him pinned on his stomach while Missa desperately shoves potions and gapples down his throat like you would to cure a zombie villager. They have no idea if that's actually helping let alone doing anything at all. But how the fuck do you exorcise an evil deity from a mortal body?? They're grasping at straws.

Somehow, after trying every last thing that comes to mind (which is. A lot of desperate half-baked ideas bc they're pretty sure they're on a time limit & this is not the time to be elaborately plotting a solution), it turns out that soaking Phil in water like a drowned rat & forcing him to drink more water than any crow could dream of via hydrochecks is enough to overwhelm Ender King into giving up control of Phil's body.

During their scrambling for solutions, Etoiles very smoothly quips about how if only they had "Potion of Purge Ender King" btw, it gets a laugh out of Fit. And Missa, even through his hysterical crying because he is So Scared And Guilty about potentially hurting Phil right now. They needed the palette cleanser while doing something so grim and stressful.

Phil goes limp like a noodle as soon as EK gives him up. Missa fully panics thinking his husband just fucking died in all their arms until Reaper Brain kicks in and he realizes Phil's soul is still working, it's just extremely weak. Another witty remark from Etoiles about getting his shit together re-centers his focus.

Surprise! Phil's not unconscious though, just Extremely weak. And Ender King still isn't going down without a fight. Water hurts like a bitch but it isn't deadly. Not unless they risk drowning Phil. But now EK has been weakened enough that Phil starts to fight for control of himself for the first time in ages. It gets ugly.

Fit, arguably the physically strongest of them all, holds Phil hostage by the underarms while Missa and Etoiles keep desperately trying everything they can think of to keep making Phil purge EK from his system like an illness. Whatever is coming up is a disgusting viscous purple. Phil won't stop screaming. They can tell it's simultaneously Phil's pain and Ender King's rage.

And god is the process a long, torturous ordeal for everyone involved. Phil is very palpably in agony, Missa is a wreck, all 3 of them feel horribly guilty they're subjecting him to so much but it Has to be done. Fit's seen so much after living in the 2b2t Wastelands and even he's finding it hard to watch this.

By the end of it all, blood, sweat, tears, and vomit have been shed, and not just by Phil, in an effort to bring him back to his senses. They're all miserable, exhausted, and overwhelmed. They're not even entirely sure that EK has been "exorcised" completely, nor do they know how the Fuck to confirm that. And purging EK from Phil's body isn't where this stops either, but none of them can even think about what the recovery from this will be like.

Getting this far is only possible because they put all their strength together. No one would have stood a chance against the Ender King alone. Despite barely being conscious and looking convincingly half-dead, Phil is terrified he's hurt or killed someone he cares about as it is. Honestly, Missa, Fit & Etoiles are shocked it seemingly only took 3 people to take on an apparent god. This very much doesn't feel legit, Etoiles doesn't feel right saying gf yet. It feels like the fight isn't over.

#qsmp #qsmp philza #q!philza #philza #qphil headcanons #cw emetophobia #AMFMN things

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bitchlessdino · 1 year

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repeat rebound (m) Ch.1: repeating mistakes

Chapter list

Pairing: Fem!reader x fwb!soonyoung

Genre: Crack, smut, angst

word count: 3.4k

tags: fwb!soonyoung, ex!chan, lots of crying, mistakes, heartbreak, blowjobs (receiving and giving), exhibitionism, degradation, praise kink, mean dom!hoshi, insinuating car sex, doggy

Summary: The best way to get over someone is to get under someone. Again and again and again.

author note: i really tried pouring my whole nanaussy into this (i blame nu for my language)

Taglist: @anthropologymajorkpopmultistan

It was one of those nights again; you couldn’t help but think about your ex-boyfriend. You were the one that broke up with him, so why the fuck are you still not over him?

You drown your thoughts down a bottle of wine accompanied by friendly faces by your side. Laughing at jokes they make and being in tune with the air inside the club, you immerse yourself in the nightlife and gradually forget internal demons. Not a coherent thought in your hazy mind until a man catches your eyes. A slit in his eyebrow, a see-through long sleeve to give a peak of what he has to show underneath, and a tight pair of leather pants that hug his form incredibly. His mere presence sobered you up instantly.

“Wow,” you hardly manage to let out.

“Wow, what,” Jeonghan nudges, immediately catching your line of vision, “Ah, Soonyoung.”

“Soonyoung?” You repeat in the form of a question. “You know someone that hot?”

Jeonghan scoffs, crossing his arms pretentiously. “Look at me, of course, I do. He lives in my building. We’d party together sometimes, or at least used to before he got a girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend, huh,” disappointment stings your tone.

“Yeah, but last I heard they broke up. It must be true if he’s going out again. She was pretty controlling.” Jeonghan had this smug grin, “Why? Is he tickling your fancy?”

“If that’s a way to say I'm getting wet just looking at him right now, then yes.”

He crutches his face in disdain. “My god, you are drunk. Thirsty much? Drink some water, idiot.”

“That’s okay, I’ll fill up on Soonyoung’s dick. Excuse me.”

You push past the older man to reach the other side of the bar, Soonyoung occupying there with a new drink in hand alone. You happen to catch his gaze as you join him near the bartender. You don’t tear your gaze away in a moment of sheer confidence, greet him with a smile on his face, entrailed by the serendipity.

He follows up with a subtle grin, “Soonyoung.”

You hum, scanning his figure up close, configuring that it indeed looks better from this distance. “That’s a pretty name.”

“Thank you. I’d say the same about you, but I’m sure you already knew that.”

You give him a Cheshire grin. “Oh, you think my name’s pretty?”

“Yes, but, I think you’re prettier.” He retorts, the smile stretching over his cheeks like a strong elastic, showing no signs of wear and he leans closer to you. “Would you want me to buy you a drink?”

You wave your hand dismissively. “I approached you, I should be the one buying you a drink.”

“But I’m the one that offered.” He had this cheeky way of talking, it had you excited about something for something in a long time.

You bat your eyes lightly, “Well, if you insist.”

He chuckles before turning to the friendly bartender, “Josh, can I get two–sorry, what is it that you wanted?”

His eyes look over at you in interest and you are unsure if your heart is pounding from the alcohol you already have in your body or the sexual energy that just oozes out of this man. He made you tingle all over and it took you a beat before you had an answer for him. “Rum and Coke.”

Soonyoung chuckles. “And some water.”

You roll your eyes giggling. “Of course, you’re a gentleman.”

“Now why are you out tonight?” He ponders, naturally making conversation and observing the drinks being poured out in front of him.

You pretend to think, elbows hitting the bar counter as you rest your chin in your hands. “A good time. A reason to go out.”

“Me too. I hope you’re having a good time.”

“I am,” you lean closer to him, giving him direct eye contact, “especially now.”

Your hand trails over his thigh, your nails raising goosebumps on his skin.

He tilts his head, “Well, I’m the one with someone as incredible as you talking to me. You just know how hot you are, don’t you?”

You raise a brow, crossing your legs together, managing the arousal that threatens to seep from your vibrating cunt, “Yeah? Well, practically everyone in this room would be more than down to fuck you.”

He raises a brow, the corner of his lips perking up sinisterly. “You included?”

“That was implied. Of course.” You take the last sip of your drink, eyes locked on him, and it only takes a few minutes until you’re occupying an empty stairway.

Soonyoung sits on the steps with his legs spreading to his comfort while you felt rather comfortable on his lap. You anchored around his neck with a sloppy liplock in progress. Soonyoung holds your ass in his hands like a lost treasure, fingers playing along your slit underneath your skirt, his pretty red nails dragging along your skin.

You both may have slipped one too many times on the stair’s rigid surface but still come up to the surface giggling. He tastes of the rum and potato chips, considerably sweet and salty. Your hands in his hair, you press up against his toned abdomen. “Shit, you feel like an Abercrombie ad.”

“That is the most middle school compliment I’ve ever heard,” he teases, “Thank you.”

“As fun as this is, I am getting over someone, and this is really fun, but I’m not looking for much besides sex.”

He shrugs, “Likewise. Let’s have a night to remember then, hmm, and I’ll make sure you’ll forget all about the brainless asshole who thought losing you was a genius idea.”

You let out a guttural moan, the dampness of your panties practically dripping down your thighs, “You’re so nice…God, I really want to suck your dick.”

Before he could give a response, you’re already crawling downward and dragging the zipper of his leather pants to tug it over his thighs. “Woah, woah, not even gonna wait until we get back to my place?”

“I think I might die if I don’t–Holy shit, you’re huge.” You drag your hands all over his branded briefs, feeling for the bulge underneath, and audibly moaning only for it to get drowned out in the muffled music.

“Aren’t you worried about getting caught?”

“Not particularly, are you?”

It takes him a beat before shaking his head with a cheeky smile. He only cares to watch as you help yourself. You pull the waistband over to his thighs and uncover his pulsing length that was simply mouth-watering sight. You wrap his girth in your hand, a trail of saliva leaving your lips and dropping on the head. Soonyoung licks his lips and slouches his posture, curling a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Are you sure you’re sober enough for this?”

“Oh trust me. When you walk through those doors, I definitely sobered up enough to know I want you to fuck me,” you respond licking the corner of your lips.

He blinks down at you slowly, softly scoffing, “what if it’s the rum talking?”

“You taste sweeter than rum, it’s definitely you.”

You took every inch of him in your mouth, careful of your teeth, lips meeting the base and the head hitting the back of your throat. The visual alone made his cock twitch. “S-shit.”

His hand automatically latches on the hairs of your scalp, mouth slightly open, tongue writhing out like a dog in heat. Through shut eyes, he feels you explore the surface. Your tongue traces over every vein, lips squeezing around his girth, your saliva escaping past your grip and creating a glossy sheen on the skin of his inner thigh. He lends a helping hand bobbing your head, emitting those blissful sounds of your jaw being used for its proper purpose.

“Dumb cunt.” His touch travels from your hair down to the shape of your chin, gripping your face in his full hand, and thumbing over your swollen bottom lip curiously. “What kind of fucking idiot would throw away a perfectly good mouth like this?”

His hips jerk slightly, watching your eyes roll back with every thrust. His groans digging and lingering in your ears, you feel both his hands take full control. Holding you by the sides of your face, he works himself to rut in your mouth like you’re a tool; not an ounce of remorse in sight. You plant your hands on either side of him on the steps, your gagging accompanying the muffled EDM, and you feel him push his cock deep, deep down your throat, seeing stars for the first time indoors.

You take the opportunity to pull up for air when he loosens his touch, your drool dribbling on your chin, and a lust-driven smile spreads across your face. “You’re mean…I like you.”

“I hope you like me enough to wait then because I am not fucking you when I have a perfectly good bed a few blocks from here. Let’s go.”

With only cock on your mind, you follow the lead of a hot stranger and forget to tell the friends you leave behind. Your phone ends up buzzing on vibrate all throughout the night and you pay it not a single thought. On your journey over, you keep your hands to yourself with Soonyoung on the wheel but in an attempt to subdue your inner demons that ran amok.

“You keep touching yourself like that, I'll pull over.”

Your hand was already coated in the vicious film of your arousal, fingers deep past your wet folds, staining the inner lining of your skirt, “I need something in me…”

“You stupid slut,” he brakes at an upcoming red light before taking your busy hand and piling it up in his cheeks. He sucks the filth from your fingers whole, past your cuticles to knuckles, and interlocks them with his when it’s clean, as clean as he could get it anyway, “I don’t fuck with brats, so you might as well sit there and do as you’re told.”

There was something interesting about the gesture. Though his words were vulgar and your hand was sticky from the residue from the combination of your impatience and Soonyoung’s proactive problem-solving, the way he clasped them together immediately after that gives you butterflies in the pit of your stomach. And something in the dumb cock drunk brain of yours told you that his words weren’t meant to be taken lightly.

He drags you from the familiar sidewalk leading up to the complex where he and Jeongan took residence. He catches you in a lips lock as the elevator closes, tasting your arousal on his tongue, and letting your thigh lock around his hip. After what feels like seconds, the elevator doors release, and you are instantaneously behind another door before you realize.

He guides you to a room, knocking you back to a king-sized bed, already pushing up the fabric of your skirt to push his face between your legs. His hair only in view, he takes your thighs and presses against the side of his face, muffled sounds of his ravaging driving you and your pussy up a damn wall.

“Oh, good lord.”

You rock back onto his tongue, fingers laced naturally through his locks as his nose places strategically against your clit. “Your pretty pussy tasted so good in the car, I couldn't stop thinking about it.”

His eyes flit up to meet yours, holding them in a trance as he works himself between your folds. You remember how he mentioned he had a thing for tigers after you noticed one on his phone case, and the way his eyes looked reminded you of just that; a tiger devouring his prey. “F-fuck, like that…”

His chuckles tickle your core. “You like that?”

“Mmh, yes please…”

“Good girl…telling me how you like it.”

If you were given the choice, you wouldn’t have minded being eaten out the entire night, but Soonyoung seems to have wanted the variety. He dresses himself down to his birthday suit, repeating the process soon after with you. His fingers stroke against your chest delicately, cupping your breasts firmly. His mouth instinctively opens, salivating at the idea before putting it into action. Your moan at that, watching as he draws circles in your skin as his hips drilled in the sheets. His fiery tip ghosted over your sopping cunt as it clenched around nothing. You were just so desperate for it.

“Put it in…please…”

“Impatient, are you?” His body stretches to reach for something behind you, a foil wrapper coming to view.

He rips it open with his teeth, spitting out the torn top and rolling the rubber over his length. “On your stomach.”

“H-huh?”

“I’m taking you from behind, keep up.”

He flips you over in an instant, a yelp making past your lips, leveraging your hips to have your ass in the air. You oblige by arching your back, his hand smoothing over the shape of your behind to run a finger over your wet slit, he couldn’t help but chuckle. “Fuck, you’re dripping. Thinking of messing up my sheets, are you?”

He lines himself at your entrance and inserts himself carefully inside. “You’re just pretty enough that I'd let you. Hold on for me.”

Your nails dig into the comforter, holding on, and he slams into you like a set of brakes. You jerk forward as expected, squeezing around his girth and only able to helplessly whimper as clutch on the bed, knowing what’s about to come next.

He moves in you at a brutal pace, fucking the depths of your arousal. You emit a sound of ache every time he does, voice sounding out in vibrato.

“You have such a pretty voice,” despite his praise, he pries open your mouth and slides in his digits, hanging them off the side of your chin, “but I don’t want a reason to cum early.”

His chest presses into your back, pushing into your g-spot. His teeth nibble against your ear, hands playing with your tits almost possessively. His grinding mesmerizing form sensation alone. “Your ex ever make you feel like this?”

You shake your head in denial, speaking through his fingers, “No, never like this…”

“What a fucking prick.”

He sucks on the nape of your neck, somehow finding that churns your stomach just right. “H-he was…”

His laugh was euphoric, “You’re funny. I think I like you too.”

He fucks you like his words were genuine, and your climax built up like the tears in your eyes. “I’m close…”

“You’re taking me so well, just a little longer, hmm? For me?”

Your knees grew weak, close to giving out, practically shaking beneath him. “Soonyoung please…”

“C-cum!” His moans heat the inside of your ears, temple kissing yours.

Your hips snap back into his crotch, his name flooding your tongue. His arms embrace your torso with all the strength he can muster, filling the casing to the brim. Your legs finally collapse, the man behind you falling easily on top of you. “Shit…”

He picks himself up and disposes of the condom. You hear muted rustling behind you but you’re too tired to care. There isn’t a single thought in your head until you finally fall asleep, snoring softly to your path to dreamland. Soonyoung returns with a towel run under hot water, wiping away leftover residue between your legs. He smiles seeing you’ve already fallen asleep without him.

“Guess, she’s staying the night.”

You woke up the following morning in his bed. The sheets underneath you were slightly different from the night your body decided to sleep in and his naked bicep draped over your bare shoulders. His body reeked of rum and his natural musk, and you feel hot ah he tugs you closer. It was unfamiliar, but pleasant, at the same time relieving for the first time in a while that you didn't wake up the following morning alone. A change of pace from your usual wallowing.

You turn over to your side to face him, tired eyes peeking glances at him as he casually wraps a leg around your body. You softly chuckle, careful not to wake him, but realize your failure as his eyelids begin to lift and gaze back at you. “Morning.”

You sigh in bliss holding your hands to your cheeks. “Hi.”

“Feeling better?”

“Much.”

Your smiles match, a strong urge to share the rest of the day with him when reality hits you. You were enjoying yourself too much and there was more life to live.

You tear away from his clutches and pick up your clothes from the floor. “Well, this was fun.”

“Yeah, it was.” Smile faltering seeing how quick you are to leave. Didn’t you enjoy last night as much as he did?

You layer on your clothes slightly different from last night, utilizing the bathroom built into his room, and return to him with a clean face. “It was nice meeting you, Soyoung, but I gotta head back.”

He scoffs in disbelief, flexing his upper body to loosen up his back. He finds it hard to believe a girl that begged with his name in her mouth could get it that quickly. “Soonyoung.”

You laugh internally, knowing damn you didn't forget the name of the best fuck you had in months, but you weren’t going to let him know that. “Right. Well, bye. Again, nice meeting you.”

And just like that, you were strangers again. You leave his apartment, with a pep in your step. You’ll probably never fuck someone that hot again but at least you have the pleasure of saying you did.

You take a walk of shame back to your apartment building, dreading going back to your normal routine, and digging for your keys when a familiar figure comes into view. Your uplifted mood dissipates almost immediately, your arms go limp, and you grit your teeth in disdain. There stood the person you shouted on rooftops for that you’d marry one day and would be incomplete without, now left a nasty after taste on the back of your mouth just repeating his name.

“Chan, what are you doing here?”

“Hi to you too, princess.” Honey coats his eyes and tongue, and a nostalgic look of love thumps that weak heart in your chest, bringing back the feelings you were just drowning in top shelf liquor just last night.

“You don’t live here anymore, remember? Get bent,” you pass him to insert the key and turn it to unlock.

He rushes to your side, stars in his eyes, “I fucked up, okay. I shouldn’t have–how am I supposed to be any better without you?”

“I don’t know, ask yourself that when you left weeks ago.”

The door swings open and you enter, prepping yourself to slam the door in his face, but his foot blocks your attempt, a sliver of his presence through the wooden crack.

“Please, listen to what I have to say. I’ve lived long enough without you.” he speaks with a quivering voice, choking back sobs, pleading with his entire body.

“Keep it up, you're doing a great job so far.” You attempt to kick him away, the sole of your shoe jabbing at his closed toes, holding back your emotions unlike he does.

“I’m still in love with you, princess.”

You don’t stop no matter what he says, warmth building up in your eyes and blurring your vision. You proceed to kick him away harder and harder until you grow weak enough for him to take advantage. He pries the door apart from its closure and takes on your fists pounding away at his chest. His arms come around to wrap around your frame, his shirt soaking up your tears and you hit him more, pathetically pushing him away.

You’re screaming at this point, calling him insults, wanting to hurt him as much as he hurt you. You feel like you were burning all over your body, fucked in the mouth, fucked in the stomach, fucked in the mouth. You wanted it to just stop. You wanted all to stop.

But ultimately, you gave in when you didn’t have it left in you. All you could do was sob, pained all over, aching, savoring Chan’s embrace because there was nothing else like it. You knew what you were. You were weak. You were stupid. You were going to fuck yourself over.

His words echo in your ears. “I miss you…I love you…I need you…”

But you were a heartbroken girl still in love with the boy you met back in high school.

He press kisses all over your face and you remembered he would do that same thing every morning and every night. Your hands crawl up to find solace in his warmth, inhaling his cologne and tugging him harder, gesturing him to hold you tighter. Your tears mix in with one another and you lose where your sobs didn't become his.

“I-I love you too.”

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cherripentiousshipper · 3 months

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Unpopular Opinions about characters' sexualities to make the show more adult and complex, cause I love dark romances(pt1/??)

(I take criticism as long as You're polite, thank you)

So, first of all, I would've rather Alastor to be Pansexual, not in the nowadays way, but actually in the Freud -would fuck a tree if It was a taboo- kinda of way.

Stay calm, I have my reasons, and I will tell you all of them.

Like first thing first, it'd be way much more in character for him. He's a serial killer, and a cannibal.

He could have stopped in hell, but actually went even more wild. Thus meaning that he actually has a very passional and lustful nature, like many serial killers, and especially cannibals have.

You may think this is to be connected to the sin of Gluttony, but not at all! He doesn't act rationally to reach satisfaction like a gluttonous person would; instead he acts instinctively, he's driven by his needs, he has no control over himself, so he seeks It on others.

You see as you may have noticed, he is very violent and bloothirsty, ruthless, and merciless. All these characteristics are his true nature that he has to repress in front of others.

So having him hypersexual would've been a better call in my opinion. (Having to repress a lot, means you'd need to.. ahem... "relax" a lot.)

Or rather making him extremely into paraphilias to be considered to only engage with normal living humans (or rather human souls) when He needs to manipulate them.

Like imagine him engaging with overlords only to reach agreements or make pacts, or steal useful informations, (similarly to early Stoliz, but with real pacts where he owns sinners' Souls).

Or like not engaging in any way when he knows that it's the best way to manipulate some others. In this very case for exemple imagine Vox going totally insane knowing that even his situationship (aka Valentino or p.o.s.) went to bed with Alastor, but he didn't, doesn't, and never will. He'd become putty in Al's hands without even having to make a deal!

Plus, mega bonus: if he made a pact with Lilith he can destroy Lucifer just with that information. And maybe He never even went to bed with her, but way worst! He has had her trust for all these years, and been at her service all this time, hating the restrains, but adoring and being allowed to adore the restrainer.

To seduce her, to amuse her, to be at her leash, to be owned by her, all while Lucifer could only dream her and see her in pictures! Damn the rivalry would be beautiful! (And a great mirror to the one Luci has with Adam "bow chica bow now!").

And I would not even want him to be open about It, the other way around! Since It's still a need, he represses It in public. Like he acts like he always does in the serie 'cause that's the mask he wears!

But once he wears It off, he's unleashing everything that's underneath!

This would definitely make him even more of a creep! And I would love to see the characters deal with him.

I can see Alastor turning off Angels' advances, 'cause he knows that he's making Angel insecure, or rather secure enough to make him feel bad about self-ojectifiying (like what happened between Angel and Husk, difference being that Alastor would bribe Angel to make him listen, instead of helping him).

I can also picture him trying to seduce both Vaggie and Charlie, but losing interest as they're both too loyal to each other, while also feeling incredibly powerful when he makes a pact with each of them.

Maybeee he has intercourse with Rosie while or after having dinner with her.

Not sure about the rest.

Aaaaand done for now! Stay tuned to know which characters I would've liked to see as Aces instead of Alastor! Yeeeeeeeh!

Thank you for reading, go drink a glass of water at least, and have a nice day! Goodbye!!

#hazbin hotel #alastor #lucifer x lilith #lucifer morningstar #charlie morningstar #vaggie #chaggie #alastor x Lilith #vox x alastor #headcanon #character analysis #unpopular opinion #please don't eat me alive #have a nice day and drink some water #very sapphic of me to write that part about Lilith... I'm not so surprised tho.#apple daddy #dad beat dad

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 1 year

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Bold of you to assume we all don't want angst 👀 how about the mcs having a flashback or panic attack? Hope you're doing well!

The Arcana HCs: M6 when MC gets panic attacks/flashbacks

Part 2 is here, with MC comforting the M6 during panic attacks

CW for obvious reasons

~ quick reminder to all readers that trauma looks different in everyone and that healing is not linear, that your pain is valid even when it doesn't fit the stereotype or when somebody else "has it worse." Everyone is worthy of comfort even when there's no one to provide it. - brainrot <3 ~

Julian

He regularly wakes up in a cold sweat from his own nightmares, he can relate to at least a little bit of what's going on

That and he's dedicated his life to you, so his empathy and love for you is unmatched

If anything he's overcautious with you and you often have to remind him that you can handle it

But every now and then it happens, maybe something triggers it, maybe you just woke up on a bad day at the wrong time

His chosen profession is helping people in pain, if you think he's not dropping everything to be with you you're wrong

What he doesn't know about panic attacks he's researched, and what he couldn't find in his research he learned from what you described, and what he couldn't learn from your words he memorized in your body language

He has every mechanism down, he will lead you through breathing exercises, he will work on grounding techniques, he will talk you through every symptom and get you to the other side

Whatever it is, he's not letting you go through it alone. That's what coffee is for, right? In case his favorite patient needs him in the middle of the night and doesn't want to go back to sleep?

Asra

Why do you think they leave Faust with you whenever they go on trips?

He's already so in tune with you, he has a second sense for when you're fighting something off and no realm is too far away to reach you when that happens

As soon as you can signal that they're allowed to touch you, they will have you in their lap with a weighted blanket and one of their hands in both of yours to squeeze as hard as you need to

Will definitely use safe touch to ground you, using his fingertips to trace a box on your palms to breathe along with, rubbing your feet to warm them up and help you feel something under them

If it's a flashback, asking the quietest questions to get you out of your head. What color is their shawl? Where is Faust? How many succulents can you count on the windowsill? Which one of your hands is he touching? Which finger on that hand?

If it's a particularly nasty episode, he'll use magic to take more control of your environment, adjusting the temperature or blocking out a trigger or introducing a sound or sensation that you associate with safety and wellbeing

You never know how they do it, but there is always a steaming cup of tea on hand as soon as you're ready for it

Nadia

Panic might not be the most familiar sensation to her, but being trapped inside her own brain sure is

She specializes more in spoiling people than comforting them, but you pulled her out of the three year nightmare she was stuck in, so you can bet she's putting her all into returning the favor whenever she can

She's learned that you know what you need best, so she will follow your lead

You're having difficulty breathing? She knows how to direct you through the right exercises

You've got tears and snot all over your face? She has the softest handkerchief to wipe it away with

You need to be held? She's cradling you to her chest

Your eyes are wide and focused on some distant point? She's putting herself in your field of vision and coaxing you to focus on her

If nothing else is working, she's found she can use her gift of sight to get a better read on what's tormenting you and inform her response

Each time she'll process it with you afterwards and give you the best counsel

Muriel

Yeah, he knows those, he gets them too

He's not a professional and he doesn't have tons of resources at his disposal, but he gets what you're going through better than anyone and he's the most nurturing person you'll ever meet

His approach is generally to do all the things for you that work for him, especially since he's more of an actions than a words guy

As soon as he knows his touch won't trigger you, he'll have you in his arms, carrying you to a safe place to ground yourself (this is usually your bed)

He'll wrap the softest, thickest fur around you, sandwich you between him and Inanna, and slowly rock you back and forth like a baby

He'll put one of your palms on his chest so you can mimic his deep breathing and press a tiny wooden animal that's been saturated with myrrh into your other hand to focus on

He won't talk much, but he'll listen

If it's a bad memory resurfacing, he'll listen to every nasty detail you need to get out of your head. If it's fears or insecurities, he'll listen without judgement. If it's an incomprehensible rant, he'll listen and give you a gentle squeeze when you stop to breathe

He does also associate safety with a full stomach, so he will make you eat a double portion at your next meal

Portia

She had to readjust her assumptions at first, because her only point of reference for stuff like this is Julian's pity parties and she never had patience for those

Which did result in her quiet apology to him one evening, for never trying to get where he was coming from before slapping him out of it

She doesn't want to make the same mistake for you, so her approach is generally to make your surroundings as conducive to helping you as possible

She'll adjust the lighting, tuck a blanket around you, stuff Pepi into your lap for cuddles, bring you a handkerchief or a glass of water or one of those weird perpetual motion trinkets to focus on

She's an expert in bringing people joy, which means she's still learning how to sit with people in pain, but she's determined and she's loving and she can learn anything she puts her mind to

She also knows you well enough to trust your strength, so once she's done everything she can think of to help, she'll sit down in front of you cross-legged, her steady hands in yours, and watch you battle it out

Often that kind of empowering faith is exactly the boost you need, and you know as soon as you're ready that she has a million tricks up her sleeve to make you smile

Lucio

He's more familiar with this than you expect him to be

He spent his youth on the bloodiest part of the battlefield, and while that was his own decision, he's still haunted by some of the things that he did or had done to him

He also had his arm amputated by an apprentice doctor without anesthesia, he definitely gets his own flashbacks to that

He doesn't know how to be the safest person around, but he knows how to make you feel protected

If you're on the road or doing a job, he's pausing everything and putting all his attention on you

He's noticed what you reach for to comfort yourself with, so now he keeps a light blanket, a smooth trinket, and a soothing smell in his pouch. A good warrior knows to keep their best weapons on hand (ha, get it? hand? 'cause he's only got one? oh right you're crying shit shit shit he's got this)

Mercedes and Melchior are experts at grounding, they've been helping Lucio for years now

One of them will curl around your back, a solid warm weight to cover you, and the other will put their head and shoulders in your lap to touch and cry into

He will never make you feel small or weak about it

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #the arcana #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #the arcana fanfic #the arcana game #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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Is It Over Now? - Homelander x Reader

summary: You are one of the most famous popstars of your generation, a real America's Sweetheart - who also happens to be the ex-girlfriend of the world's greatest hero, Homelander. When you write a song about your past relationship, portraying him in a not so positive light, it creates a shitstorm online that Ashley somehow tries to manage. The solution? Start dating Homelander again. But first, he has to convince you. After all, it isn't your reputation that's on the line.

pairing: Homelander x Supe!Reader

word count: 2.3k

warnings: a bit of gore

a/n: Newest addition to my Swift Series <3 based on the song of the same name. This one shot will be a bit different than the other ones from the series, because the song itself exists in the story and the reader is the singer who wrote it (in this fic ofc). Expect usual moral corruption a la The Boys universe.

Masterlist - Discord Server - Request Info - Taylor Swift Series

And did you think I didn't see you? There were flashing lights At least I had the decency to keep my nights out of sight Only rumors 'bout my hips and thighs, and my whispered sighs

Ashley stared at the screen before her, her nostrils flaring and hands shaking while Homelander looked at her with an unimpressed expression, resting his fingers against his temples in case he needed to massage away a headache that would undoubtedly arise if Ashley started shouting.

“This is a PR nightmare,” she exclaimed, turning abruptly to look at the man whose face remained unreadable. His blue-eyed gaze jumped between Ashley and the screen, where you were seen on a stage in front of thousands of adoring fans, microphone in hand. You waved at them and blew them kisses as they cheered your name, but the sound was muted. It did not matter, though, since Homelander had watched every recording of your world tour he could get his hands on, so he knew precisely what the crowd sounded like.

Ashley kept staring at him as she rested her hands on the table between them, pressing a button on the remote in her hand to turn up the volume of the recording.

“Thank you so much, Sydney!” You said in the recording, continuing to wave at the crowd, before signaling them to quiet down. It did not take long for the cheering and screaming to stop, and you took a few steps across the stage as your expression turned more serious.

“As you all know, I have been through quite a lot recently. Including a breakup.” The crowd immediately began reacting, expressing sympathy for you before you once again signaled them to quiet down. “But good things can sprout from bad experiences. So I would like to debut a new song right here, right now.” Your fans cheered, screaming your name as the music began; it was a slow tune at first, which gradually increased in speed and found its climax in the chorus.

Homelander’s gaze shifted back to Ashley, who pressed the pause button on the recording. “She is calling you a ‘lying traitor’,” she remarked. “She is implying that you sleep around and that she wants to jump off a fucking building just to get your attention.” Ashley straightened her back and took a deep breath, burying her hands in her hair.

“Calm down, Ashley. Didn’t you make her sign some kind of nondisclosure agreement?” Homelander said, jaw stiff as he observed the woman.

“No, Homelander. I didn’t,” she replied with a voice somewhere between annoyance and panic. “You didn’t want her to sign one because you said you had her under control. We need to fix this.” She pulled out her phone and shoved it in his face. “You are trending on every social media and not for the right reasons. Look at these comments, look. ‘If Homelander can’t even make his own girlfriend feel secure, how are we supposed to feel secure with him?’”, she reads out loud, the panic still evident in her voice. “Or here, another good one. ‘Turns out even superhero men are trash’.”

Homelander shifted in his seat, beginning to massage his temple while his eyes landed on you again. A part of him loved the attention he was getting. A song about him was proof that you were still thinking of him, and he loved leaving an impression, despite the fact that these words were most likely ghostwritten for you by a lyricist who had never met him before.

“Are you even listening?” Ashley furrowed her eyebrows, exhaling deeply before pinching the bridge of her nose.

Homelander gave her a practiced smile, the smile he put on for viewers at home every day. He had become so good at it that sometimes it even felt real to him, and he briefly felt disgusted by himself.

“I’ll handle it,” he said, standing from his seat before clasping his hands together behind his back, cape dangling from his shoulders. “I’ll talk to (y/n).”

“Homelander,” she replied in a very serious tone, never breaking eye contact with him. “I know you don’t listen to me a lot, but please consider getting back together with her, if just for PR’s sake, and clearing up those misunderstandings.”

He smiled faintly as he approached her, making her tense up visibly. He loved how afraid she was of him. Perhaps the only thing she was more afraid of was losing her job.

Homelander placed a hand on her shoulder, and Ashley jumped a little. Her heartbeat quickened; she was afraid she had overstepped, possibly only now realizing her mistake. But his demeanor was calm and collected. Cheerful, an untrained eye might even say.

“I will handle it,” he repeated, before leaving the room, and a breathless Ashley, behind.

….

A few days later, you were in your dressing room, preparing for the next show of your world tour. Australia had finished last week, and now you were back home in America, humming soft tunes as you plucked the strings of your guitar to gain some inspiration. Miami was the first city on the list, and although you were never that big of a fan of the sunny weather in Florida, you had made some friends along the way here.

The dressing room was rather large, with a full-body mirror in front of you and the huge, comfortable couch in the center you were sitting on that dominated the room. Feet dangling from the couch, you continued humming the soft tunes as your voice harmonized with the guitar. You sang a randomly made-up lyric, while the instrument became an extension of your voice in a way a regular musician could never achieve.

A smile played on your lips, which quickly faded again as you heard a noise from outside. Pressing your palm against the strings to silence them, you turned towards the door of your dressing room, trying to listen more closely. First, you heard nothing, but then a loud thud made you jump up from your seat, almost dropping the guitar in the process.

Someone on the other side of the door struggled for air before a loud shot silenced them. You gasped, your guitar landing on the carpet as you kept your eyes locked on the door, which was being banged at by someone from the other side.

“Open the door!” An unfamiliar male voice said, but you did no such thing. “Have it your way, missy,” you heard him add under his breath before he kicked the door down. Three men stood before you, heavily armored and carrying guns which were all pointed at you. Laughable, really, considering you were bulletproof.

Taking on a fighting stance, you readied yourself for the attack which you would not have to wait long for. The man in the front approached you first, firing bullets that entered through your dress but bounced off you once they made contact with your skin.

You punched the man, using his temporal confusion to bang his head against the other man’s, their helmets not doing much against your superhuman strength. Another one started shooting, but those bullets, too, did not penetrate your skin the slightest.

Raising your arms, you focused on the bullets aimed at you and redirected the shockwave they created in the air, amplifying it with your powers to hit the three men, knocking them into the wall. One flew threw the open doorframe and hit his head somewhere in the corridor, as the other two were lying on the floor before you.

You already had a triumphant smile on your face, when you were forced to the ground by a frequency so high, that not even your control over sound could aid you in any way. Releasing an excruciating scream, you covered your ears as you cowered on the floor. The dress you were wearing was now reduced to rags, perforated by the bullets that had passed through the material.

While you were trying to shield your ears from the deafening sound, the three men gathered their strength and got up, pointing their weapons at you again. With the sound essentially putting you out of action you were at their mercy.

Then, suddenly, the frequency stopped. Your breathing was quickened and your eyes wide as you realized what was happening, but before you could react, Homelander appeared in the doorframe, eyes glowing red. In a matter of seconds, he had halved the three men, their guts and body parts falling around you as you looked up at your ex-boyfriend, not believing your eyes.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said, placing his hands on his hips as he smiled at you, drops of blood covering his skin. The same drops that had fallen on your dress, and splashed on the mirror to your right. You frowned deeply, rising to your feet while your eyes remained locked with his, and a grin began pulling at your lip.

“Red does look good on you,” you said, not at all bothered by the bodies around your feet. Contrary to your image, you were not at all the little sweetheart your record company wanted the world to believe, but you had not graduated from Crimson Countess School of Performing Arts top of your class for nothing.

Homelander chuckled, letting his eyes wander up and down your body, before locking with yours again. Then, he remembered the bodies lying around you and pointed at them in circling hand motions. “Maybe someone should clean that up.”

“What do you want, John?” You cut him off, crossing your arms in front of your chest, and he sighed, the muscles in his jaw tensing for a moment.

“Did you purposefully try to wound my ratings with that song, (y/n)?” He asked, his voice full of mistrust as he tilted his head to the side a little bit, eyes calculating. When you chuckled, it visibly irritated him.

“Of course,” you said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You didn’t fulfill your part of the contract. I played the part of your girlfriend, and I did it well. Where is the movie deal I was promised?”

Homelander scoffed, looking around the room as if the answer were hidden somewhere around you two. “You know this isn’t only my decision to make,” he explained as if you were talking about who was supposed to buy groceries this week.

You raised an eyebrow at him, fingers drumming on your arm. His expression turned a bit more serious then, and something in his eyes twinkled. “You actually missed me,” he said with an amusement in his voice that made you roll your eyes.

Sighing, you stepped around the guts and blood on the floor, making your way around Homelander when you almost slipped on a piece of stomach. Just in time, he grabbed your arm and prevented you from landing head-first in the gore at your feet. You met his blue eyes, the knowing smirk on his lips remaining there as he pulled you back to your feet.

“Now I even saved you twice today, would you look at that.”

“Oh, please,” you replied, but couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped you, despite you biting your cheek.

For a moment, the two of you simply looked at each other, your gaze flickering between his as you inhaled his scent. You had not even properly registered that you were now close enough to do so.

“If I get you that movie deal, will you become my partner again? For PR sakes.”

You studied his face for a moment, considering the offer as you raised your chin towards him. “If you never hire anyone to use that frequency on me again just so you can look like the hero, I might consider it. And if you do use that frequency on me again, you can kiss your ratings goodbye.”

He narrowed his eyes at you, but there was also something playful about the way his lips twitched as if wanting to prevent a grin. You two had thrown a lot at each other when you had been officially dating, so you had no problem getting rough, but even you had limits.

“You don’t have to keep pretending to save me to get my attention,” you said, voice dropping to a whisper as your eyes briefly fell to his lips, your own parted. “But I’m sure the internet will love the footage you no doubt got on camera from this.”

His warm breath tickled your skin as you closed more of the distance between you. “Isn’t this exactly what you wanted in the song? For me to come save you?” He asked with a hint of pride and playfulness in his voice while you let your hand brush over his arm slowly until you reached his shoulder. You wrapped your fingers around the golden eagle sitting there, never breaking eye contact.

“Wait until you hear the other song I might or might not have written about you,” you whispered, the tone in your voice becoming low while your hand slid down his chest. “I am sure these words would cause a scandal from America’s sweetheart’s lips. But that is not the most scandalous thing that has ever left my lips, is it?”

His eyes narrowed ever so slightly, a grin appearing on his lips. “Perhaps I can convince you to release that song.”

You pulled your hand back, biting down on your bottom lip as you stepped away from him. “Perhaps you can.”

Chuckling, you left him standing in your dressing room, his scent still ghosting around you as you walked down the corridor. You took the stairs down and reached the entrance hall of the building just in time for your manager, bodyguards, and label representative to run into you, all of them carrying worried looks on their faces, but you calmed them down, stating how Homelander was there to save the day.

As they all began talking about Homelander excitedly, you looked back at the staircase leading up to the room you had just been in with him, brows furrowed and lips pressed together.

Games, you had to realize, were enjoyable only as long as they did not develop into anything more.

Oh, Lord, I think about jumping Off of very tall somethings Just to see you come flying And say the one thing I've been wanting, but no

#homelander #the boys amazon #the boys tv #homelander x reader #the boys x reader #the boys

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something sweet - bucky barnes x reader. chapter one: new beginnings

Plot: Bucky meets his new neighbour Y/N, who has just moved to New York after inheriting her aunt’s coffee shop. He offers to help out whenever he can, but both are apprehensive about getting closer to one another, especially because of their pasts. Yet, as always, life has other plans. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader (soon) Warnings: Mentions of death, implied previous abusive/toxic relationship, reader doubting herself and mentions of Bucky’s past as The Winter Soldier and how he wasn’t in control. I also wanted to mention that in this, reader has a good relationship with her parents and family, since I know it can be a tough subject for some. As always if I miss any triggers, let me know. Notes: This is a series I’ve had planned for the longest time, and I’m so excited to finally be writing it. I hope you all love it as much as I do. This is not beta’d, so all mistakes are my own. Divider made by @staticscreenwriting / @astartothemoon

Heading up the stairs to his apartment, Bucky hums a little tune to himself. He isn’t expecting much from today, just another laid back day. Honestly, he still isn’t used to having these kinds of days, ones where he’s in control of himself and what he does, and he can choose to just do nothing. In all honesty, Bucky thinks he’ll never be used to that. Or at least, not any time soon.

However, when he rounds the corner, Bucky sees a sight he wasn’t expecting at the end of the hallway - a woman lifting box after box, and taking them into an apartment. His previous neighbour moved out a few weeks ago so she could move in with her boyfriend, meaning this must be his new neighbour. As the woman continues to move everything into her apartment, Bucky watches her, smiling a little. She seems nice, and he’d be lying if he said if he didn’t find her pretty cute.

And he’s staring at her like a weirdo without even offering her his help. Way to be a hero, Bucky.

“Hey, do you need some help lifting those?” He offers. The woman looks up. When she makes eye contact with Bucky, she smiles.

“Uh no, actually. I should be okay. Thanks though.” She holds out a hand, which Bucky shakes. “My name’s Y/N. I just moved here.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Bucky. I’m one of your new neighbours. Sure you don’t need any help?” She shakes her head again.

“No, honestly I’m okay.” Her words are a little quicker and sharper than Bucky expected, and when Y/N realises, she sighs. “God, sorry. That didn’t come out right.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. You were just trying to help. Sorry Bucky.” Even though he still doesn’t think she has to apologise, Bucky accepts her apology. “It’s just these last two, anyway.”

“Well, okay. If you need any help, I’m just at the end of the hall in number 212.” He gestures down the hall, and she nods. And with that, Bucky turns and goes back to his apartment. Y/N watches him go. As soon as he’s out of sight, she groans, massaging her temples.

“Fuck. Why did I do that?!” she hisses. “Way to mess it up with your cute neighbour before you even know him, Y/N.” Sighing Y/N glances back down the hallway, right at Bucky’s door. He seems really sweet, but the last thing she wants is to get too close to someone and end up getting hurt or hurting them. Especially after her most recent heartbreak. With another sigh, Y/N grabs the last of her boxes and opens the door to her apartment.

The next time the new neighbours see each other is a few days later, when Bucky is just back from the supermarket, laden down with various bags of food. When he reaches his floor, he glances down the hallway and sees Y/N balancing various books in her arms, her keys dangling from her mouth. Suddenly, a book slips out of her grasp, thudding against the floor. “Shit.” She hisses. Before she can even bend down to pick it up, Bucky has all but abandoned his bags and is rushing over to help her.

“Let me get that.” He says, picking up the book. He takes a quick glance at the cover: “How to Run a Business for Dummies.”

“Thanks.” Y/N murmurs.

“And I guess you need help to get inside, too?” Bucky chuckles.

“Is it that obvious?” Bucky gently takes the keys from her mouth and opens her door, holding it open for her. Y/N dumps her enormous stack of books on her counter, breathing a sigh of relief. “Thanks for that, Bucky. Can I, um… get you some tea, coffee or anything?” She offers. Bucky takes a moment to think it over. Sure, he’d like to get to know his new neighbour better, but he hasn’t really been close to anyone since being pardoned.

Of course, there’s the other Avengers, but other than Steve and Sam, they’re more his colleagues than anything else. Since returning to his normal life… or whatever ‘normal’ is for him now, Bucky hasn’t done the little things like this, like having a cup of tea with a friend, or having a discussion about non-Avengers stuff. Despite his overextended life, Bucky is woefully inexperienced at this sort of thing.

But then, he looks over at Y/N, and her slightly nervous smile, obviously wondering if it’s really that bad to just have some tea with her. And in order to get out there and make amends, to be seen as something other than the Winter Soldier… Bucky knows that he has to take the first step. And tea with his new neighbour sounds like the perfect start to that.

“Yeah, I’d love some, thanks.” He takes a seat at her kitchen counter, watching as Y/N roots through her cupboards to find some mugs.

“Sorry, I haven’t fully settled in yet, so a few things are still strewn around.” She chuckles. Bucky looks around her apartment. Pictures of Y/N with her family and friends cover her walls, the sight making Bucky smile. Y/N is clearly surrounded by love. Although, it does also cause a pang in his heart. Sometimes, he wishes his family were still around, and that he had more of a connection to his past. And especially because he knows that because of him, a lot of people won’t have family moments like this, birthdays and Christmases spent together, full of love and laughter. Even though he knows that it wasn’t his fault, Bucky still feels horrendously guilty about what he’s done. Hopefully, one day he’ll be able to forgive himself… even though he doubts it. “You alright?” Y/N asks, passing a mug over to him and snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Oh! Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks.” He lies. Y/N can tell there’s something more to it, but she decides not to ask. After all, she and Bucky barely know one another. She can’t just expect him to dump everything on her at once. As they drink their tea, Bucky glances over at the big stack of books on the counter. They’re all business related, causing him to raise a brow. “That’s some… light reading material.” He jokes.

“Well, I’m going to be taking some business night classes, so figured I’d get started early.”

“Is this all your reading material?” Bucky’s eyes widen. “It looks like you brought home half of the library.”

“No… I just like being prepared, I guess.” She shrugs, knowing Bucky probably thinks she’s a nerd. To her surprise, though, he nods.

“Well, good for you. So, are you planning to open a business, or is this just a hobby?” Bucky regrets his question as soon as it leaves his lips. “Who the fuck studies business as a hobby? Idiot.”

Thankfully, if Y/N thinks his question is stupid, she doesn’t mention it. “Well, yeah, sort of. My aunt used to run a coffee shop nearby, and when I was a kid, I used to help out whenever I could. I loved it, and my aunt used to say I was a natural.” She points to a picture on the wall, one presumably of her and her aunt. They’re baking together, with big smiles on their faces and flour dusting their palms. “I loved that place and wanted to help out as much as I could. I probably spent every weekend there.”

As she reminisces on the memory, Y/N smiles, one of those huge smiles that almost overtakes your face and is as bright as sunshine. And the sight makes Bucky smile too, a smile wider than he’s used to. But then she sighs, and her face falls. “As I got older, I was focused on other things, and didn’t help out as much as I used to. My aunt died a few months ago, and well… it turns out she left the coffee shop to me in her will. I still bake, but I don’t know the first thing about actually running a business, so at first I considered just letting someone else take it over. But when I thought about it and remembered how much I loved helping my aunt, I realised how much I love that place, and my aunt too much to let it fall into someone else’s hands, so here I am.” She explains, gesturing to her stack of books.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Bucky tells her, and she nods, wiping at her eyes a little. “For what it’s worth, I think you’ll be great, and I’m sure it’ll be easier than you think.”

“Do you know anything about running a business?”

“...No.” He admits, his cheeks flushing slightly pink. Technically, he knows someone who does, but maybe bringing someone as intense as Tony Stark over will stress her out even more. “But, I’m here to help if you need me… I don’t know what I could help with, but the offer’s there.” Y/N giggles then, a happy burst of laughter. And once again, Bucky finds himself smiling.

“Well, thank you Bucky. Maybe when I’m up and running, you can be my first customer?”

“I’d like that, thanks.” He holds up his mug, clinking it with hers. “To new beginnings.”

“To new beginnings.” Although, neither could possibly know just how apprehensive the other is about letting them get too close, mainly because of their pasts. Or that they even feel the same way as they do. Especially how, deep down, they’d love to be closer to each other.

Thankfully for them both, after that day both Y/N and Bucky are pretty busy, Y/N with her new classes and Bucky with Avengers stuff. Yet, they still say hi to one another when they pass each other in the hallway, or have a quick discussion about how things are going in their life before one of them has to dash off. And for the next few weeks, that’s how things go, until….

One night, one when Bucky is glad to be inside because the rain is pouring and the wind is howling, he receives a call. One with Y/N’s name flashing up on the caller ID. “Hey, what’s up?”

“Look, I’m really sorry to do this….” She trails off, and Bucky raises a brow. “But are you busy? My night classes ran longer than expected, so I got out late and now none of the buses are running.” In an instant, Bucky is up and putting his jacket on.

“Where are you? I’ll come get you.”

“You sure? Look Bucky, I don’t want you coming out in this storm if you don’t have to, I can just call a taxi if any are going.” She insists. “I don’t want to cause any trouble.”

“Y/N.” He stresses. “It’s no trouble at all. And I am not leaving you stranded on a night like this. Now text me your location and I’ll come get you.” After a few more insistences that she’s fine and will just try to find a taxi, and some more from Bucky telling her to just wait on him, Y/N does as he asks, and Bucky is soon in his car and on his way.

Y/N stands inside her college, watching as the rain pours. Absent-mindedly, she fiddles with her fingers. She still feels terrible for calling Bucky out from the warmth of his apartment to come get her on a night like this. Although, she is glad she’s not out there, walking home or waiting on a taxi that’s never going to come. Despite how apprehensive she is about getting closer to her new neighbour, she and Bucky do get on really well, and she’s glad to have him there to help her if she needs it. Besides, it’s only a relationship that she doesn’t want right now. Surely just being friends with Bucky wouldn’t be so bad?

Although she can’t ignore how much her heart sinks at the thought of not getting too close to Bucky. Yet, she does what she’s done ever since she left her hometown to move here… bury her feelings so nobody else gets ruined by her fucked up life. Bucky pulls up outside then, waving at her through the window. And despite how much he wants to help…hiding her feelings from everyone includes Bucky. With a sigh, Y/N goes outside to meet him.

It’s not an ideal coping mechanism, but it’s what she has to do.

“Thanks.” She gasps, wiping the rain off her face as she gets in and quickly shuts the door. “I owe you one.”

“Y/N, you don’t owe me anything. I mean, we live in the same building. And like I said, I’m not leaving a pretty girl like you stranded.” She swears her heart almost stops at his words. That definitely wasn’t what she expected him to say. Although, she won’t lie that his words make her cheeks heat up a little. After all, who wouldn’t after being called pretty by someone as good looking as Bucky?

Meanwhile, Bucky’s heart pounds, and his mind feels like it’s going a million miles a minute. “Why the fuck did I say that? Way to ruin things with her before it even started, Bucky. And it’s not like I can apologise either, because then she’ll think I’m apologising for calling her cute, which is not what I want to do.” He turns his head, watching as Y/N looks out of the window. He sighs. Hopefully he hasn’t completely ruined things. Even though they only met a few weeks ago, Y/N is a sweet woman, and he’d like to remain friends with her if possible.

They sit in silence for a while after that, both unsure of what to say after something like that. “It’s awful out there.” Y/N states, finally breaking the silence, much to Bucky’s relief.

“I know. Luckily I didn’t bring my motorbike, huh?” Y/N turns to him then, wide eyed.

“You have a motorbike?” She gasps, and he nods.

“Yup. This is safer, though. And better when the weather is like this.” They nod, chuckling slightly. As Bucky comes to a stop at a pair of traffic lights, Y/N pipes up again.

“Hey, my aunt’s coffee shop is down that street.” She points out. “Well, I guess my coffee shop, now. Do you want to see it? If all else fails, at least you know where to find me.”

He does, he really does. Obviously, this means a lot to Y/N, and the fact she’s including him in this, such a huge and key moment of her life, makes his stomach flutter and his heart soar. It makes him feel like a human again, and finally appreciated, especially after spending so long as a super serum powered assassin. Y/N has no idea how much this means to him. And so, Bucky grins.

“I’d love to.”

“I haven’t fully decided what I’m gonna do with it yet. I mean, obviously it could do with a lick of paint and some new furniture.” Y/N explains, walking around and pointing out little bits she can see that need changed. As she does, Bucky takes a look around. The coffee shop is small, yet he can tell that it oozes warmth and a welcoming atmosphere. Bucky can easily see the space full to the brim with paying customers, just like Y/N deserves. “Ugh, there’s so much work to do.” She groans, holding her head in her hands. “I just hope it goes well, and that I’m actually cut out for this.” Despite how much her family and friends reassured her, she still can’t get rid of the one doubting voice in her head. The one that drowns everyone else out, and the one she doesn’t want to ever think about again… but just can’t seem to get rid of.

“Of course you are!” Bucky reassures her. “You’re going to be incredible.”

“I don’t know, Bucky. You really think so?” She asks, and he nods.

“I know so. And besides, I’ll help out as much as I can. Like I said, I’m right at the end of the hall if you need me.” Y/N manages a small smile at that. Even though she might not fully believe his words yet, she’s still glad she met Bucky and at least has someone like him there to help when her family and loved ones are so many miles away.

“Thanks Bucky.”

Some time later, Y/N has said goodnight to Bucky (after thanking him another few times), and is back in her apartment. As she dumps her things in her bedroom and starts to get ready for bed, she bumps into another of her cardboard boxes, spilling some of its contents out. “Ugh.” She huffs, bending down to pick them up. However, right away, she sees something she wishes she hadn’t. A picture of her with her ex, arm and arm and laughing at a family party. As she glances down at the picture, remembering that day, Y/N’s stomach twists, and she has to suppress a shudder.

In all honesty, she has no idea how that picture ended up in the box of things to bring. Maybe she just shoved it in without much thought. Because that part of her life is definitely not something she wants to remember. Opening the frame, Y/N grabs the picture, ripping it straight down the middle. Once the picture is fully destroyed, she throws it into the bin. “Asshole.”

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