#oh by the way. this is an oc i made purely for this idea. her name is moonjie

[that110alto]

I have a personal headcanon that while underwater, SeaWings use mainly ASL to communicate ideas and thoughts and that the bioluminescent flashes are there to give tone, tense, etc.

(I'm new to learning ASL, please forgive any mistakes I made here in the signs)

#wof #wings of fire #wof art #wings of fire art #wof theory #wof headcanon #wings of fire theory #wings of fire headcanon #wings of fire lore #wof lore #wof oc #wof oc art #wings of fire oc #wings of fire original character #my art #asl #asl in media #american sign language in media #oh by the way. this is an oc i made purely for this idea. her name is moonjie #short for moon jellyfish #OH ALSO the face shape is bogcreacher inspired. thank you bogcreacher

[fillinforlater]

Friends that can keep a secret

Male Reader x Jo Yuri (ft. two male friends)

Length: 3.500 words

Tags: foursome, gangbang, MMMF, drunk sex, seducing, a faux game of spin the bottle, making out, sharing a girlfriend, rimming, face fucking, double penetration, anal, spanking, rough sex, anal creampie, riding, cowgirl, protection, not_your_girlfriend!Yuri

TW: there are other male OCs in this and you fuck a girl in all her holes, I dunno, if you don't like that, feel free to leave

Inspiration: @breach12 for the request/prompt

(A/N: here is something I promised to write quite a while back. It's finally finished. I changed the prompt quite a bit, but I hope the person who requested it likes it (and y'all too))

“Should you knock or I knock.”

Daehwi grins and you roll your eyes. He can never make things easy.

“Dude, just fucking knock.”

You and your friends recently finished another semester in college. You really had to think, was it the fifth, the sixth, the—no, it was the sixth. It felt like forever since you enrolled in that university with it’s unimpressive name and even less impressive campus. In the end, you made it through this time without impressive grades or interesting stories, but maybe this is your ideal life.

Calm and uninteresting, at least to others.

Your friends are a bit different. On one hand there is Daehwi, the crazy one. He is like a wild animal, free from every and all constraints but a slave of his desires and instincts. He gets a lot of girls, hookups, relationships, break ups, scandals—nothing ever slows him down. No matter how stupidly crazy his ideas are, they always work out and in the end, even his grades pan out. Daehwi has either figured out how to live a perfect life or he is just insanely lucky.

But he is a good friend in time of need.

On the other hand is Junseo. He is one hell of a cutie-patootie, caring for every one of his friends, colleagues, even profs. No bad word ever comes from his lips and he is always punctual. Literally always. He trades loyalty for loyalty and is the perfect example for genuinity and consistency. It is only fair that he got the most beautiful girl as his girlfriend.

Junseo is a great friend, but sometimes Yuri takes up all his time.

Yuri is the rock star on campus. She can make the entire university fall on their knees by grabbing a mic and singing her heart out. She is talented, smart, gorgeous—the crush of many, until they find another girl to smash. Yuri was never ready for one night stands, and so it was only fitting that Junseo and her fell in love gradually. No hookups, just pure, romantic love.

Love without you. You watched from afar as your best friend fell in love with your crush. That crush on Yuri that everyone has at least once in their campus life, it still lingers in your heart. You have to suppress it almost daily, but it is a tiny stain on your otherwise good life. Suppress it for Junseo, especially today when you get to celebrate another successful semester at his place. 

"Oh hey guys, come in!" Junseo opens the door with a wide grin and a surprising pink hue on his cheeks.

"Yo!” Daehwi shouts until his chest vibrates. “We bought beer, let's celebrate—damn, did you start drinking without us?" Daehwi puts down the two six packs and starts to aggressively pinch Junseo’s cheek. You start to laugh as the two playfully fight like two lion cubs.

“I brought some snacks,” you shout and try to get their attention. Fun is good and all, but you’re still standing outside and the cold air is brushing past your sensitive calves. "I got them for you, but if you don’t move, I’ll eat them all alone."

The three of you finally make your way into the flat and onto the couches. You feel the good vibes radiating throughout the room and it only gets progressively better. The first step to make such a celebration unforgettable is good beer and surprisingly, the cans Daehwi bought (at least you hope that he bought them) are filled with it. You down two of them easily, Daehwi is already on his third while Junseo reaches for a Soju bottle to create an intoxicating mixture. 

“Damn, I didn’t know you got Soju,” Daehwi groans in ecstasy as he takes a swing straight from the green bottle. “Your grades must have been terrible.”

“Nah, it’s not that,” Junseo responds with a pout. “It's because this might be the last time we have a celebration like this.”

“Huh, how so?” you protest and get a handful of crackers into your mouth, not willing to accept that such a well-kept tradition would end tonight, without warning.

“It’s because, next semester, I’m done, so the party is gonna be bigger. And afterwards, with work and all, I don’t know if it will work out like this again.”

“Shit, life is really catching up to us.” Daehwi clicks his tongue and you can already see that his drunk, a bit more melancholic but still wild and direct self appears. After all, he can’t keep himself from downing liquor. 

“If only I knew,” you sigh, angry that you forgot that Junseo was already here when you started to study. He was always ahead and now he will be the first to leave behind college life and become a truly normal person. “I would have brought stuff to make this more memorable.”

Junseo grabs the hem of your shirt and there is this drunk grin on his face as he babbles: “Don’t worry, I have things planned.

“Yuri, dear, you can come in now~”

Honest to God, you forgot about her for a split second—you will never for the rest of your life. Yuri walks in, the walk of a supermodel. Her high heels clack on the wooden floor, her hips sway in that stupidly short miniskirt, her eyes sparkle when she winks at you. You’re staring everywhere at once, to the point your throat goes dry again and you quickly need another drink. Luckily, Yuri brought more Soju and hands you a bottle.

“Congrats on beating another semester,” she says with a saccharine smile that stuns you, glues you to the couch, all to the amusement of Junseo beside you. “You gonna take it or not?”

“Su-sure, thank you.” Grab the bottle like an idiot and drink from it like one. Daehwi isn’t any better, dry lips stuck to his can while his eyes are glued to Yuri’s back. She makes sure to stick out her ass for him to see the nice curve. The green plaid skirt is barely long enough to hide her cheeks as she kneels next to him, hands on the table, searching for crackers or chips.

“Yuri, you are gorgeous,” Junseo compliments his girlfriend with a wicked grin and Yuri responds with an expression so sly and sexy, you almost drop your bottle and spit out its contents. Those two must have been drinking before Daehwi and you arrived, otherwise they wouldn’t be so bold.

“Damn, what the hell is going on with you two?” Daehwi bluntly asks them, but all he gets are glances from the couple and a confused shrug by you. “I bet you two are drunk already. Better stop now before any accidents happen.”

“There are no accidents tonight,” Junseo says firmly and makes room in the middle of the table for an empty Soju bottle. “No accidents, no boundaries, no questions asked. Do you two understand?”

“Well, that is a question,” you try to respond with wit, but it’s quickly forgotten when Yuri spins the empty bottle.

“Whoever this bottle lands on gets to have a free wish—kinda like truth and dare, except everyone else has to accept the dare and what you want to do to them.” Yuri’s words have your mind rotating faster than the bottle; is she for real? No limits, no boundaries? No one will ask questions? Can you just—go for it? Ask her to love you for this one night—no Junseo, just you?

Your wish fades to black when the bottle stops and points straight at Junseo, who does not hesitate and grabs his girlfriend at the wrist. Blink once, blink twice and she already sits on his lap, right next to you, and he is ready to stick his tongue into her eager mouth.

“My wish is that everyone fucking loosens up and just watches.”

The most tense thriller could not be more engaging for you. To see Junseo fondle Yuri, her tight little body, her covered boobs, her flawless back, down to the edge of her skirt has you sweaty all over. All over, again, he doesn’t stop and goes for that long, blonde hair and combs it back. Yuri moans and her nails dig into the back of the couch. Then they go back to making out, provocatively loud and Yuri’s top almost slips over her boobs.

You’re not the only one starring. Daehwi gets into position behind them, and he shamelessly looks under Yuri’s skirt—what he finds must be utterly mind melting, because he quickly grabs the bottle and points it at himself. He clears his throat to get everyone’s attention and for a second, the silence is heavier than a black hole.

“I-it’s my turn.” Daehwi gulps, the couple pants. “Can I pull down your skirt, Yuri?”

“Sure, just let me get up.”

With a final kiss on the cheek, Yuri leaves her boyfriend’s lap and stands in front of the kneeling Daehwi. She reaches for his hands and places them on her hips. This was the final straw, the last chain that held back the savage animal. Daehwi roughly yanks down Yuri’s skirt; with every gasp, more of her lower body is revealed until—nothing but a skimpy thong. You get to see it from behind only for a second, because Daehwi immediately spins Yuri around to knead and lick her cute butt cheeks. 

You’ve only heard stories of Daehwi’s sexcapades, the endless rounds of loud smashing, of groaning, of cumming—you never knew he could become so feral at the touch of two small round buttcheeks. It seems to work however, Yuri is definitely feeling herself, hands in her hair, head thrown back as she moans profanities towards the ceiling.

Suddenly, the head of a bottle crosses your vision. Juseon has the green thing pointed at you, on eye level and you don’t let him even start his sentence before uttering your own wish. It’s a bit desperate, but totally accurate to your situation and pent up feelings.

“Yuri, I—I want to make out with you, o-on my lap!”

“Oh yes, for sure~”

Followed by the still manically kneading Daehwi, Yuri climbs on top of you and goes straight for your mouth. Her tongue, still glazed in liquor and tiny chips particles quickly turns into the most delicious treat you have ever had. Yuri engages the kiss, starts off what could have been an equal dance but she quickly succumbs to your sudden dominance. 

Call it a return to your monkey brain, anything but civilized. You fuck her mouth with your tongue, play with her hair lovingly while tormenting her slender frame with rubs and squeezes. Yuri’s giggles urge you on more, you become bolder, reach into the top of her bra—there is no bra, just bare tits to fondle and knead the way only Daehwi would, though he has transitioned to eating Yuri’s ass, thong pushed to the side. 

You’ve lost sight of Juseon, but who the fuck cares when you can stick your hands down to where the sun doesn’t shine and find Yuri’s pussy. She is laughably wet, her juices dripping on your finger while your teeth move to bite her collarbone. She moans and hugs your body, pressing herself further down your length which has been an issue in the tight confines of your jeans for way too long—

“Yuri,” Juseon suddenly shouts. “I think you’re the last one to make a wish.”

You pull out your fingers from those drenched folds and even Daehwi backs off from the feast that is Yuri’s ass. Everyone listens closely when Yuri finally gets her wish out.

“I want you three boys to finally get your cocks out and fuck them into my tight holes until I can’t walk anymore. Don’t think, just fuck me.

“I’m your semester trophy tonight.”

Juseon suddenly stands next to you, feet in the cushions of his couch and his pants meet them quickly. He whips out his cock and as if her lips were magnetically drawn to it, Yuri starts to kiss and lick over it. From tip to base, she does not leave out one spot. Equally sudden is Daehwi, who’s pants you can’t even see anymore, but his cock is clearly pressed against Yuri’s cheeks and then on the ring in between them.

To your surprise—not that you ever actively thought about it—their cocks are just average in size, maybe even below that. Yours might be bigger, but they get girls and relationships all the time—your thoughts shouldn’t become so weird, especially because you have already pulled out your own dick and begun to stroke it to the hardest it has ever been.

Yuri, while her face is getting fucked slowly, her boyfriend’s cock entering and leaving her lips, gently places an unwrapped condom into your sweaty hands. Good thing that they are prepared, because you of course did not bring something like this to what could’ve been a harmless party.

Harmless college parties? Yeah, no, who are you kidding. Just roll the plastic contraceptive over your hard shaft and then try to find Yuri’s pussy. Those hot folds, they are right there—further down. You rub along her midriff, navel, even her crotch but are unable to find it.

Yuri pops Juseon’s cock from her lips and smiles at you while her hand continues to lazily jerk the throbbing, wet thing. She reaches in between your legs and finds your thing poking her belly. 

“Should I help you?” she asks and you avoid her eyes in embarrassment—only for a second thought. Something draws you to their sparkle, lewd and thrilled, while she tries to adjust on your lap until— 

“Ah, fuck, Daehwi, wait!”

“Wha-what is it?” he asks with a somewhat annoyed growl, hands wrapped around Yuri’s waist, cockhead perfectly aligned with her asshole.

“Give me a second. I want all of you to thrust in me simultaneously. I never felt something like that.

“It’ll be great.”

You gulp when Yuri gets you to the entrance of her light pink cavern. This is it, the moment you’ve been waiting for for a long time—not really waiting, just dreaming of. Luckily, you don’t need to dream anymore and just focus on not exploding the moment you—

“Now, fuck, now.”

The signal sends your hips upwards in a thrust. It’s not a full thrust, only half of your cock fills Yuri’s insides. You couldn’t commit to all of it; you need to flex your thighs to keep yourself from cumming too quickly. Daehwi and Junseo do not seem to care about that: both went all in from the get go, filling Yuri’s mouth and ass to the brim with their dicks and their thrusts don’t stop. 

Daehwi’s rough, feral pumping gapes Yuri’s ass and you feel every second of it. He is on the other side, careless, just like in the stories from the countless one-night stands that loved his enthusiasm. This is not enthusiasm, more unbridled sexual desire. He chases his own orgasm every time her ass meets his crotch.

For Junseo it’s similar. He seems to really enjoy Yuri’s drool running down her chin, sometimes even stopping the thrusts just to spread it all over her face with either his tip or a finger. You totally understand why he indulges in the way Yuri looks, all messy and silly, but you’d love to hear her moan louder—you want to see the strongest kind of bliss on her features.

Instead of your own pleasure, you try to find Yuri’s spots and poke your cock against them purposefully. You’re a lot slower than the other two, but your stamina does not decrease at all. Unlike Daehwi, you don’t need any brakes to catch your breath. You just continue to fuck Yuri in this mesmerizing rhythm that has her humming on her boyfriend’s shaft.

“Is this good, do you feel good?” you ask her in between deep breaths, arms around her torso, while she finds stability on your shoulder again.

“Yesh, yes,” she mumbles as Junseo flops out of her mouth. You see him shaking, losing his mind when she starts to twist his tip with two fingers. “You can go faster, harder—don’t think of me. I’m just the reward.”

“Too bad.” Whisper in her ear. “All I can think about is my reward.”

Yuri’s expression shifts, like she is trying to challenge you, like she doesn’t believe that you really care about her, like she—and then she can only think of Daehwi again, who goes on another rampage in her back entrance, while covering her ass with hard spanks.

A tender pain on your lower lip when she bites it. You halt your thrusts, but Daehwi makes it feel like Yuri bounces and rubs on your entire cock. You hear both the guys scream profanities while your own profanities are stuck, unable to come out because of Yuri’s bite.

“Yuri, babe, I’m—” Junseo can barely stand. “I’m so close.”

“In my mouth?” she asks, cutely-lewdly.

“N-no, I want to… finish on your ass.”

“Great idea.” Yuri jerks his cock harder and starts to stick out her ass which seems to trigger another orgasm. Instead of politely asking, Daehwi just growls like a wolf to the moon and Yuri feels his thick cum flood her rectum. “Yes, fuck! Fill that ass, creampie me!”

Now that wasn’t cute at all. Just lewd. Lewd like her fucking face when Daehwi’s cock loudly pops out and Junseo sprays his cum all over those red buttocks. She looks thoroughly satisfied with all the white on her skin, in her hole—maybe she isn’t thinking yet of the mess on her couch, the carpet or on her clothes. 

“Fuck, guys, that was—

“Why haven’t you finished yet?”

Yuri looks at you, as if she expects you to just burst from the look in her eyes. No, she underestimates you. Your stamina is still going strong and your enjoyment of her cunt hasn’t diminished by a single percent.

“I-I can still keep going!”

“Really? Let’s see about that.”

As if you had fucked a million times already, Yuri’s riding and your upwards fucking synchronizes instantaneously. When she crashes down, all of your cock fills her hole and when she rises, you’re right at her entrance, ready to repeat what can only be described as heaven—an entry to happiness. 

But happiness isn’t a dominant emotion right now, hell, you don’t even want it. You just want Yuri and her snug pussy always around you, hot and milking you with that flawless texture. The pink thing should accept you the entire night and with how eagerly she slams herself down on your manhood, she wants it too. 

Maybe Yuri feels happiness, maybe that is your wishful thinking blurring with her mindless expression, mindless moans, mindless tongue that suddenly searches for yours and you engage in a tornado of kisses that leads to Yuri resigning. Her body is all yours now, yours alone, and she is begging to cum. Trophy this, award that, in the end she has her needs and you will fulfill them.

Hold onto her waist and like in the final battle of a video game, use all your knowledge and skill to stimulate the inside of her pussy. Nothing can stop you, not the cum from her gaping hole that drips on your balls, not her weight laying on top of you, not the shocked gaze of Junseo—he must have never seen his girlfriend get fucked so well.

“Fuck, I’m-I’m,

“I feel so good, don’t stop.”

Yuri’s whine feels like a victory. You know she will climax before you do. This is all you’ve ever wanted. After this, you can let your feelings for her die in peace. But for these last few thrusts, she is all yours. Her entire body and mind is occupied by you, and so you claim her with a gentle kiss and a not-so-gentle flick on her clit.

“Who makes you cum?”

“You! You, you make me—ah!”

That scream is so long, so good; she is so tight, so perfect. Yuri trembles, electric shocks of pleasure surge all across her body. Her cunt is so tight and hot, you don’t feel the condom anymore and release your seed into it with lazy pumps. Yuri mewls when she feels the hot sticky mess which sadly misses her hot, messy holes and instead sticks to your dick.

“Okay, fuck,” Junseo sighs and sinks onto the carpet. “That was hot, that was crazy.”

“I knew you’d like it,” Yuri weakly says, a bright but tired smile on her lips as she looks back to her boyfriend. She turns back to you, face in adorable scrunches “Lemme, uhm… clean up.”

“Oh, yeah.” You quickly try to get your composure, because you’re still balls deep inside her. “Fuck, sorry about that.”

“Don’t apologize.

Junseo can never hear that. He never will. And Daehwi is long asleep. Those following words are just for you.

“That was the best thing ever.”

#kpop smut #female idol smut #girl group smut #male reader insert #izone smut #male reader smut #yuri smut #jo yuri smut #izone yuri smut

[hazbininlove]

Hopelessly Devoted

Lucifer x OC

Summary: When the Divine created his angels, it was no secret that Lucifer, his Morning Star, was one of his favorites. It also was no secret that Lucifer was lonely. And so he crafted another, a half, crafted in the light of that same star. This was Esther, the Evening Star. They were two halves of a whole, balancing and completing each other perfectly. They were a pair always seen together.

Until they weren’t.

Prologue

Once upon a time, there was a glowing city protected by golden gates, known as Heaven. It was ruled by beings of pure light: Angels that worshiped good, and shielded all from evil.

Lucifer was one of these angels. He was a dreamer with fantastical ideas for all of creation, but he was seen as a troublemaker by the elders of Heaven. For they felt his way of thinking was dangerous to the order of their world. So he watched as the angels began to expand the universe in their ways.

What most versions of the Story of Hell fail to mention was another angel, created together with Lucifer. She was Esther. Where Lucifer brought light upon the angels, she signaled the dark. Together, they balanced each other. They were created for each other! Esther loved to listen to his ideas, even encouraged them, but also grounded them and helped tame the more nonsensical. When they were together, he seemed like less of a troublemaker, and she seemed brighter and more approachable.

From the dust of Earth, angels created Adam and Lilith: equals as the first of mankind. They were crafted in the idea of Lucifer and Esther, wanting mankind to begin with a couple properly balanced. Where they failed was in not knowing that personalities could not be easily recreated. Adam demanded control and Lilith refused to submit to his will. She fled the garden.

Drawn in by her fierce independence, much like his other half’s, Lucifer found her.

Here again, the true story of Hell differs, changed over time by Hell’s denizens who only knew what they saw. Lucifer and Lilith found a friendship forged from rebellion and dreams. They talked about their hopes for this new world, and together, they wished to share the magic of free will with humanity, offering the fruit of knowledge to Adam’s new bride, Eve, who gladly accepted.

But this gift came with a curse, for with this single act of disobedience, evil finally found its way into Earth. With it, a new realm of darkness and sin, and the order Heaven had worked to maintain was shattered. As punishment for their reckless act, Heaven cast Lucifer and his friend into the dark pit he had created, never allowing him to see the good that came from humanity, only the cruel and the wicked.

Ashamed, Lucifer lost his will to dream, but Lilith thrived, empowering demonkind with her voice and her songs. And left alone back in Heaven without her light-bearer was Esther…

And as the numbers of hell grew, so did its power. Threatened by this, Heaven made a truly heartless decision; that every year, they would send down an army and extermination to ensure hell and its sinners could never rise against them.

But Lilith’s hope remained, and her dream was passed down to her’s and Lucifer’s precious daughter, the Princess of Hell.

“Charlie?”

”Oh, shit! Did you hear all that?” Charlie asks awkwardly, looking back to see her girlfriend Vaggie.

”Uh, yeah, I was right there.”

“Sorry, I get pretty worked up after an extermination happens. This story helps.”

”I know. Don’t worry, I enjoy your theatrics. Are you okay?” Vaggie asks, a soft reassuring smile on her lips as she moves to sit across from her girlfriend.

”I’m fine, just thinking about, you know, family stuff… Did you know my parents never really married? Mom never really found anyone she truly loved and Dad well… he lost his. They were friends! Still are, I think. They had me hoping maybe love would spark between them but it just never clicked, I guess. But I mean, love doesn’t always have to be romantic! And-“

“Charlie,” Vaggie starts, cutting off her rambling. “I get it. You don’t have to justify anything to me.”

“I know, I just…” Charlie sighs, leaning her shoulder against Vaggie’s. “I love my parents, and I know they love me! And I know they loved each other in their own way! I don’t know, part of me wishes that they’d loved each other a little more, or married someone they truly loved! Except now Mom’s been gone for seven years and if Dad hasn’t been able to move on from someone who he was with before the Earth and Hell were even created, I don’t think he’ll ever be able to! I mean, he gave up on his dreams but not on her?! Talk about devotion!”

“It’s kind of nice though, isn’t it? Or bittersweet, I guess, to know that you can love someone so unconditionally, even after centuries apart?” Vaggie asks, trying to lift the mood.

Charlie looks up at her from her spot on her shoulder and smiles back, feeling a warmth fill her chest as she looks into her love’s eyes.

”Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

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Just the prologue!! I promise this won’t just be a rewrite. I just wanted to use the story Charlie tells in the beginning to highlight the background of this plot.

This is NOT a cheating plot. I am not a fan of those, nor of making Lilith or Lucifer the bad guy in this situation (ironic, I know considering they’re the king and queen of Hell). Also I do what to eventually write a story about Lilith and Lucifer with a third but that’s not this story.

Lilith and Lucifer’s relationship in this story is strictly platonic. They love each other, but as friends, and they both acknowledge that. Idk but after watching the show, I know it’s implied that Lilith left 7 years ago but it feels like their relationship was already on the decline even in Charlie’s childhood and it felt like having her was almost like a way to try and salvage their relationship, which ultimately failed.

Anyway this idea came from that, and the fact that the Morningstar refers to the planet Venus, which is ALSO called the Eveningstar. And the same way Lucifer is means “the shining one” or another name for the morning star, Esther also means “Star”.

And well, as a libra ruled by the planet Venus, representing love and balance, this felt very fitting.

#hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer morningstar #lucifer magne #Lucifer Morningstar Hazbin hotel #Hazbin hotel Lucifer reader #lucifer x reader #lucifer x oc #hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #Lucifer reader #Lucifer OC #Hazbin hotel fanfiction

[miley1442111]

back to chicago-c.berzatto

a/n: i'm probably going to make this two parts (or more) because I really like this idea so this is part 1. i imagined a fem reader and it's mentioned quite a few times but as usual, imagine what you like. SET AFTER SEASON 2

summary: a double date with your boyfriend at the Bear can only go well, right?

pairings: carmenberzatto x femreader (complicated relationship), platonicthe bear x reader, romantic oc x reader

warnings: general angst, mentions of mikeys death

You and Carmen had grown up together, living across the street from one another. Your childhoods were wildly different, his filled with family drama and personal independence. Yours filled with absent parents and the necessity of independence. You went to school together, went to prom together (as ‘friends’), and you were each other's first kiss. Then, you went off to college for law and business and he went off to cook. You vowed to never go back to Chicago, but stayed in contact with Mikey until he died. Then you came back. You felt a debilitating need to see Mikey off. Watch him be put into the ground. You had hoped Carmen would show up. He didn’t. 

You had stayed in Chicago, you had the time and money. Being a successful lawyer in New York was a great gig. Straight out of college you’d gotten a job at a top law firm, and just last year you were made partner. Taking time off for personal reasons wasn’t questioned. Even if it had happened a year ago. Even though you were in Chicago purely for the reason of nostalgia. You’d gone last year for the funeral and this time it was just because something in you missed it. 

It felt good to breathe in the Chicago air again as you walked down the darkened streets, ready for a date at a new Chicago restaurant, The Bear. It was where The Beef had been. Devastating how someone just came in and wrecked all of Mikey’s work. You thought to yourself as you opened the door and searched for the man you were meeting. Adrian, an accountant you’d met at a jazz club, was a nice man. He was sweet and reliable, funny and kind and you both got along well. He was never too handsy and always on time… but you still feared full commitment. He waved you over and you sat beside him as he pressed a kiss to your lips, you smiled, greeting his friends. This ‘double date’ thing had been his idea. This restaurant had been his idea, and as you stared Richie Jerimovich in the face, a shocked dumb-founded look on his face, you remembered why you left Chicago in the first place You remembered Carmen always wanted to call his restaurant ‘The Bear’ and you remembered that there was no getting out of this. 

Shit. 

“Do you two know each other?” Adrian asked, a hand on your shoulder, pulling you back to reality. 

“Fuck yeah we do! Cousin, how are you?” Richie smiled, forgoing the formalities and pulling you out of your seat and into a hug. 

“Richie, how are you?” You mustered up your best fake smile, trying to keep the gaze of Adrian’s friends unsuspicious. 

“I’m great Bug, how are you?” he asked, using the wretched nickname you endured for all those years. 

“Bug?” Adrian smiled. 

“Childhood nickname,” you explained quickly. “I’m good, Rich, real good.”

“You're a fancy lawyer now huh? What was it, New York right?” 

“That’s right,” you smiled. You couldn’t ruin this dinner. Adrian had flown all the way from New York to see you. This was the first time in a month that he’d seen you. Adrian’s friends had to like you. You had to make them like you.

“Sugar’s going to freak out when she sees you,” Richie smiled. You followed Nat on instagram, but refused to like any of her pictures, not wanting her to reach out. You knew she was pregnant. “You won’t believe it, she’s pregnant!”

“Oh my god! I must congratulate her,” you smiled, not realising what that tiny statement would bring.

“I’ll take you to the back now! I’ll give the rest of you guys the tour after,” he smiled at the rest of the table and they seemed to be excited by the prospect of seeing the kitchen so you plastered on a smile, kissed Adrian’s cheek, and let Richie lead the way. 

As you edged closer to the kitchen, you could hear voices, but thankfully not Carmen’s. You turned a corner, pushed through the door behind Richie, and you were led to a small office. Inside sat Natalie ‘Sugar’ Berzatto, ‘Uncle Jimmy’, and Carmen fucking Berzatto. You let out a breath.

“Look who came in to say hi,” Richie announced, stepping to the side to stop covering you. Sugar and Jimmy’s eyes lit up and they immediately started to hug you, yet Carmen stayed frozen to his spot against the wall.

“My love, how’s New York?” Jimmy asked, his arms around you. 

“It’s great, everything I wanted,” you smiled. Your life was something you felt you could be proud of. You loved New York and you loved your job. You had great friends, friends that were practically family. You had Adrian, he was great and he loved you. Yet you still thought about the Berzattos daily. “Congratulations Natalie!” You turned to her, hugging her side due to her large bump. 

You exchanged small talk back and forth with Jimmy and Sugar as Richie and Carmen whispered in the corner. You couldn’t make out what they were saying but it worried you. 

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carmen

There you were. Standing there, fucking glowing. And here I was, a stained white t-shirt on and a pair of fucking jeans on. You looked beautiful, the type of beautiful that would make me jealous of the guy you were going home to if I saw you walking down the street. What were you doing here? Why the fuck were you standing in my office, looking so damn beautiful, yet so unattainable?

“She’s here with a guy,” Richie whispered into my ear. 

“What?” I scoffed. 

“She’s here with a guy!” He whispered louder. I felt my blood boil. So you’re here, in my fucking restaurant, with some other fucking guy. Awesome. I searched your hands for an engagement ring, or worse, a wedding ring. I saw none and my ears refocused into the room. 

“So?” I sighed, feigning disinterest.

“ ‘So’? Your fucking girl is with another guy. In your restaurant!” Richie snapped. 

“She’s not my fucking girl anymore, stop talking outta your ass,” I shoved him, making him leave me alone. My words were deflections. Of course you were my fucking girl, you always would be. You were perfection personified in my eyes, even with any of your flaws. And I wanted you to be my girl, but I got so fucking in my head about it I couldn‘t ask, and then we left and went our separate ways. 

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You

“Look, I’d better get back to my table, my boyfriend’s waiting-”

“Boyfriend?” Jimmy cut you off. “I thought you and Carmy were dating?” 

“Yeah, when we were like 17-” You started but Carmen cut you off. 

“We never dated.”

There was an uncomfortable silence. Your smile faltered, then faded entirely and it was all Carmen’s fault. 

“Look, I’m sure my table is waiting on me to order, it was great to see you guys,” you smiled and left the room, walking back to your table, a sigh leaving your lips. 

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Carmen 

“You are such a fuckin’ asshole!” Richie shouted as Sugar and Jimmy sighed. “What the fuck are you talkin’ about ‘we never dated’? You’re still fuckin’ in love with her!” 

“Richie just fuck off ok! I don’t have to explain shit to you-” I started but I was cut off by Sugar. 

“That was such a shitty thing to say Bear! We haven’t seen that girl in fucking years and of course you had to fucking ruin it. We’ll probably never fucking see her again!” 

“I know that was shitty Sugar, I’mf fucking aware!” I started as I walked out of the office and into the kitchen. I wanted to make your food amazing. That was the only way you’d ever forgive me, right?

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You

You walked back to your table and answered any and all questions pertaining to your relationships with the Berzattos, leaving out that you had a crush on Carmen. You allowed yourself to peek into the kitchen window and you saw him furiously moving. He was mixing something? You couldn’t see. Adrian’s kissing your shoulder pulled you back to reality. Adrian was great. He knew how hard tonight was for you. He knew about what happened in your childhood. He knew about what happened with Carmen. Adrian’s friends, Emilia and John both got up to take a smoke break and he turned to you. 

“Are you alright?” He asked, squeezing your hand.

“Fine, it’s just… messy, I guess.”

“Well you’re doing great. John and Emilia love you,” he smiled and kissed your cheek. “I wouldn’t have picked this place if I knew, I just wanted to see you-”

“I know,” you smiled at him. “I wanted to see you too,” You pressed a soft kiss to his lips and he grinned. 

“You look so beautiful tonight,” he flirted. 

“So do you,” you simply said and he chuckled. 

“Such a flirt,” he joked and you laughed, a real laugh. He kissed you again, quick and sweet. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you said matter-of-factly and his face lit up. You truly had no idea if you actually loved him. Your commitment issues were constantly getting in the way of your relationships, so you had to do something, telling him you love him, I admit, might’ve been a crazy thing to start with but, you were running out of options.

He kissed you again, less quickly but still polite enough to not be seen as improper. John and Emilia started walking back in, so you pulled away to see him with a boyish grin on his face. 

That felt… good? Like it was right?

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Carmen

I walked out into my own restaurant, nervous as I was when I was 17, asking you to the prom. All you have to do is explain the dishes. I thought to myself. I know my dishes. Richie walked behind me with the other two dishes in his hands, and I took a deep breath. There you were, radiant as ever, laughing along with what someone said. I would do fucking anything to just have your number so I could just text you sometimes. 

I walked up, standing beside you and your smile flattened, looking fake. 

“Hey Carmen,” you greeted. 

“And how do you know the owner?” John asked, excited about all of the attention your table was getting.

“We were-”

“We dated in highschool,”  I said before you could finish and John chuckled as your boyfriend put a protective arm around your shoulder. I explained all the dishes and placed them in front of each of your table. 

“Thanks Bear,” you mumbled and my heart practically stopped. 

“Well, thanks,” your boyfriend gritted out. I smirked. 

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(PART 2)

#the bear fx #carmen berzatto fluff #carmy x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto

[missatan]

📩 Simblr question of the day: Who's your biggest inspiration/s on Simblr? Mention them! Tell us why you like them!

oh god, i have so many and i know i am missing some! i sat on this for a min so i could remember!

@gleamer: Their renders are fucking gorgeous, but I also LOVE how their sims interact with each other! I love how much depth and emotion they put into their faces! They have inspired me to do that for my sims just to show who they are as people. Also, their sims are so beautiful!!

@crsentfairy: INDIE!! Gods, where do I start? Her sim style is beautiful and instantly recognizable. I don't need to see Indie's username up above to know that she made them! I love her way of storytelling instantly grabs you at the heart and I love how in depth each oc is! I LOVE how she writes dialogue. Each character SOUNDS like their character if you get what I mean.

@diactrl: MY WIFE!!!! ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS!! MY POOKIE!!! <3333 Dia is ridiculously talented with how she creates renders and sims. The way she styles her sims and it adds so much personality to them too!! Not only does she make the hot ass sims, but just her presence forces me to finish my own shit!

@rosymiel: JESUS CHRIST THEY ARE SO GOOD AT EDITING!!! I remember years ago when I first followed how much I was in awe with how they render then paint over it. Their edits are pure art and so beautiful!! I have always wanted to get to that level!!!

@yngblkarawak: THEY ARE SO MUCH TO SAY!!!! THE WAY THEY STYLE SIMS! THE WAY THEY MAKE SIMS! THE WAY THEY RENDER! THE WAY THEY PUT TOGETHER IDEAS I HAVE ALWAYS WANTED TO CAPTURE! THE WAY THEY CAN MAKE A SIM LOOK EXACTLY LIKE A PERSON! THE WAY THEY PUT 2+ HAIRS TOGETHER! JUST EVERYTHING!!!! ABSOLUTELY STUNNING ALWAYS!

@vampiremilfs: Nez was one of the first people I came across on tumblr that made me want to get into renders and editing! Their renders feel as if they're from a movie or a video game! I am ALWAYS in awe when they post a render of their sims. they're also so fucking hot and get me foaming at the mouth!!!

@blackskorpi0n: JAKLFJFSKJ STORM!!! They are my blender queen!!! I am always in awe when they create a render and how they put together ideas. I truly feel as if I'm part of their sim's words. The way they do textures, their editing skills, how they move hair perfectly to go with the motion (does that sentence even make sense?? idEK!)

there is so much more and i know I'm blanking. But so many people on this app inspire me SO much!!!! it's a lil art gallery here

#tysm for asking!!! #asks

[resowrites]

Bora Bora - oneshot.

Summary: Henry and his wife contend with an unwelcome guest on their honeymoon…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Wife!OC

Warnings: fluff, banter/British humour, language, implied smut, dialogue heavy, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 2110

A/N: This was slightly rushed as I didn’t have much time, I’m also on a break from writing so the next post will be early May. Don’t worry, Henry and Ollie’s story will be concluded. Remember, this is pure fiction (as in completely made up) and not in any way meant to reflect reality. As ever, let me know your thoughts - R x

My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Likes, follows, reblogs and comments are thoroughly welcome and appreciated! Gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting!

Bora Bora - oneshot.

A rising scream ripped through the room. By the time Henry's eyes had adjusted to the blackness, he could see his wife was out of bed and hopping from one foot to the other. "O-Ollie? What… what are you doing? Are you alright?" She began babbling a mile a minute. He fumbled for the lamp on the bedside table. The shock of light filling the villa caused them both to wince.

"It crawled across my shoulders! Where is it? WHERE IS IT?!"

"What the hell are you talking about? Come on, let's get back to sleep…" Henry made for the edge of the bed, leading her to cry out.

"No, don't! It's probably still in there!"

"What is? What are you talking about?!"

"The spider!" His eyes fell to their crumpled but otherwise empty bed.

"Darling you must have had a nightmare, come on, it's after three…" Henry motioned for her to lie down but instead, she began tentatively pulling back the covers. "What on earth are you doing now?"

"I'm not getting back into bed with that bloody thing—"

"Well I could say the same but luckily for you, I don't!" She grabbed her pillow and chucked it at him. Henry caught it midair and winged it back in her direction, though she'd already turned to run.

"Don't throw it at me! ARGHHHHHH GET IT AWAY!!!" The pillow hit her square on the backside, sending her soaring upwards. He was beside himself. "IS IT ON ME?! GET IT OFF, GET IT OFF!!!"

"Calm down, it was only a joke! I don't know where it is but shush otherwise the hotel manager's gunna be banging on our door!" She finally stood still, brushing her hair out of her eyes.

"Good, I can ask him to evict you, you'll be stranded on the fucking beach for the rest of the night!"

"Well that's fine by me, at least I'll be able to get some sleep!" But she'd already started stripping the bed in search of the offending creature.

"Why do you need to change the sheets?!"

"Cos I don't want to sleep where it's been crawling about, the sodding thing was the size of a golf ball!" Henry laughed.

"Well don't worry, I'm sure you've scared it and every other creature off this island…" She bolted upright.

"Wait a minute, they don't have poisonous spiders in Bora Bora do they?" She dropped the sheets gathered in her hands back onto the bed and started frantically checking her arms.

"No you muppet, besides I'm sure they'd have better taste…"

"What's that supposed to mean? And where are you off to?"

"I'm going for a Jimmy riddle…"

"No you're bloody not, you're not leaving me alone in here with it!" She came around the side of the bed and blocked his path to the bathroom.

"So I'm meant to keep watch the rest of the night am I? Lest my lady should be unable to sleep?" But she wasn't listening, instead, she'd returned to the top of the bed and was trying to heave the frame towards her. "Oh that's a good idea, the headboard won't keep slamming into the wall now. Our next-door neighbours will be pleased—"

"Shut up and help me, you idiot!"

"… What's my reward if I do?" Henry looked at her suggestively.

"Listen, you either start searching or I'm never having sex with you again." He sighed.

"Already? We've been married less than a week!"

"Then I suggest you stop gobbing off and help me look for it!"

"Ollie, I can't see it anywhere, the lucky bugger's managed to escape…"

"Well I won't get a wink of sleep until I know for sure—"

"Can I at least get back into bed?"

"No!"

"What do I do then?!"

"I dunno, go sleep on the veranda—"

"You're being ridiculous!"

"And you're being unhelpful, you know I don't like spiders and you won't even help me find it!" Henry sighed again and rubbed his eyes.

"Well you've already searched everywhere, where else do you want me to look, up my arse?!" But she was crouching on the floor, trying to see under the bed.

"OLLIE WHAT'S THAT?!" He'd leaned over and flung a balled-up sock at her shin. She shot up and shrieked so loud it was a wonder the fire alarm didn't go off.

"YOU COMPLETE AND UTTER SHIT!" Thoroughly fed up, she grabbed the glass of water off her bedside table and chucked its contents straight at Henry.

"What did you do that for?! I'm bloody soaked!" He coughed and spluttered as he tried to rub the water from his eyes. Henry then lunged forwards and swept her into a fireman's lift.

"What are you doing?! Put me down you twat!!!" Even from her upturned position, she could see he was heading for the veranda.

"Nope, you've got to conquer this fear, Ollie. And at the very least, a night outside with French Polynesia's wildlife will give you a greater appreciation for your already long-suffering husband…"

"Henry you put me down right now or I'll file for divorce!"

"Oh well, that'll make a dent in my bank account now but in the long run, I'm sure it'll work out cheaper…" Henry came to a halt and unceremoniously dumped her back on the bed. The spider not forgotten, however, she bolted off it.

"Don't put me on the bloody bed!" He chuckled as he went to fetch a towel from the bathroom.

"Don't do this, don't do that, God what is it about marriage that turns women into such bloody nags?"

"Well for all we know the room's infested!"

"Oh God, how much seawater did you swallow yesterday?!"

"Henry, this isn't funny—"

"Ollie, the only pest I can see is the one in front of me, now let's get to bed it's late and we've probably woken up the whole of the South Pacific—" Henry was then interrupted by a loud knock. They looked at each other like two schoolchildren caught smoking during break time. He made his way to the door and opened it a fraction of an inch. "Oh, hi. Yeah, no, everything's fine. My wife just fell out of bed," she wanted to throttle him. "I'm really sorry. Yeah, no you'll have no more noise out of us. Okay, great, goodnight." When Henry closed the door and made eye contact with her again, they both burst out laughing. "Trust you to get us in trouble with the bloody management, if we get thrown out of this place it'll be your bloody fault!"

"Me?! You were the one threatening to dump me on the veranda at twenty past three in the morning. And how dare you tell the hotel manager I'm a clutz!"

"Are you kidding me?! Have you forgotten that on our first day here, you walked right into the sliding doors?"

"You promised you wouldn't keep bringing that up!"

"Well anyway, you were the one who threw water at me, even though it was you who woke me up—"

"Well it's not my fault a spider got in here, you're the one who keeps leaving the sliding doors open!"

"Oh excuse me for wanting to enjoy our ocean view rather than sitting in here listening to the ramblings of a madwoman!"

"How am I the mad one when you don't like spiders either? God help us if it had crawled over you instead, all hell would have broken loose!"

"Is that right?!"

"Yeah, you'd probably have requested another room—"

"Well carry on and I will!"

"Fine, you can leave right now, I wouldn't want you to sleep in and miss making a pig of yourself at breakfast again - two hours you had to lie down for afterward!"

"Well you wouldn't rub my belly! I hope that's not a preview of how you're going to treat me in our sunset years—"

"Oh and before you go, check the doors to make sure they're actually shut, or God knows what's going to find its way into our room next." He smirked at her exasperated look but otherwise did as he was told.

"… Wow."

What is it?"

"Come here…"

"Why?"

"Just come here!" She'd already plonked herself down on the bed exhausted and groaned as she got back up again.

"What?" Henry wrapped his arm around her and pointed up at the full, very large moon. For a moment, all she could do was look on in awe. "It's beautiful…"

"Just like you." They both smiled and shared a kiss. He then pushed back the sliding doors so he could lead them both onto the veranda. Once they were outside, he hugged her close to his chest, her head resting in the middle of it while they watched the waves lapping at the shore. Other than the rush of water and a steady hum of insects, the night was calm.

"Thank you for bringing me here…" Henry beamed down at her.

"And thank you for being here with me, there's not a single thing I'd change… well, spider's notwithstanding." She ignored his cheeky grin. "You're not cold, are you?"

"No, I'm fine. It's still pretty mild out." They stood silently, wrapped in each other's arms. She then felt something brush along the top of her arm and couldn't help but cry out. Henry had lightly traced her skin with the tips of his fingers and was bent over laughing. "Oh my God, you tool!"

"What?! Don't have a go at me, I can't help it if you felt the sea breeze!" She gave an annoyed huff.

"I can't believe I agreed to marry you…"

"I know, it feels good though, doesn't it?" She softened.

"Mm-hmm and we had a beautiful wedding, even if you did shove cake in my face…"

"I wanted you to check whether it had gone off! Anyway, what about what you said before we started reciting our vows?"

"What did I say?"

"I asked quietly if you were crying and you said no, they weren't tears you were just allergic to me!" She snorted.

"Well the minister found it funny… and I wasn't expecting to get so emotional! It's weird, I didn't think it was that big a deal but when we were standing there together…" He smiled as she trailed off. "Anyway, it's a bit rich to suggest I embarrassed you after that speech your brother gave." Henry bit his lip, trying not to laugh.

"Why, what was wrong with it?"

"No, you're right, what's wrong with telling a large group of our family and closest friends that he hoped no one had left their coats on our bed, what with walking in on us making out on everyone's stuff in the guest room at your parents house two Christmases back?"

"Aww he was just retelling a heartfelt moment—"

"It wasn't so heartfelt when he then said he recognised a couple of the jackets people had on!" He snickered.

"Well, what can I say?! You married a Cavill…"

"Oh God, I did, didn't I?"

"… Thank you though."

"The honour's all mine. Even though you let me be terrorised by a spider…" Henry tutted.

"Well you had no problem snorkelling with me the other day! How is a spider any scarier than jellyfish?" Her head snapped upwards.

"What do you mean? There wasn't any jellyfish was there?!" He broke down giggling and she thwacked his chest. "You're so bloody mean! I'm not meant to be this scared out of my wits on our honeymoon!" Henry tilted her chin so they were face to face.

"Listen, so long as I'm by your side, you'll always be protected. Alright?"

"… Do you mean it?"

"Of course! I took a vow to do so for the rest of my life. No matter how much of a big baby you are…" She rolled her eyes and sauntered back towards the bedroom. Just as she stepped inside, she spun around and quickly slid the doors closed. He rushed forwards.

"Hey! Let me back in!" Henry tried to bang on the glass as quietly as possible.

"Apologise and I'll consider it…"

"Apologise for what?!"

"You know what bloody for!"

"… Fine. Your reaction towards a small, nonvenomous insect was completely proportionate—"

"Henry, I will leave you out there all night—"

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry, now will you please let me back inside?" She didn't wish to did so anyway, figuring that he'd only be a bigger nuisance outside than in. But she soon found herself being dragged back onto the veranda and lifted onto his shoulders once more.

"Henry, don't you dare throw me in the hot tub!"

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[thefeatherwrites]

Love Is.

I wanted to do some head-cannons of the three boys and my oc's for each of them. Their own lore, my own happiness. I love the idea of love, especially theirs.

Unedited, as per usual. Fluffy like a cloud. No angst this time, I promise. Sweet like your favorite piece of candy, unless you like sour candy... then just humor me and pretend.

Garreth Weasley loves the way she smiles when no one else is looking. The way her dark brunette hair waves in the wind, leaving behind the calming scents of her mint and eucalyptus shampoo in her wake. His heart swells when she encourages him to continue his experiments, even helping him keep organized notes and lists to look back on for improvements.

Her eyes, his favorite shade of green that would rival the fresh leaves of spring. The sound of her voice may sound harsh to others, but they have never heard her sing such sweet melodies when she thinks no one is listening.

He loves watching her eyes sparkle with the cracks of thunder, sitting on the windowsill as the rain falls with its torrential downpour. He revels in the way she humbles him, meeting his witty banter that almost always ends with her victorious wry grin.

He melts when she makes the first move, whether it be just a simple kiss or something more. His skin tingles with anticipation as she taunts him with small acts of affection, growing steadily as the day goes on until it becomes almost unbearable.

His breath hitches when she whispers sultry remarks in his ear, noting everything she loves about him, especially when it comes to his cock. His mind goes blank when he watches her beautiful face twist into pure ecstasy as he helps her ride out her orgasm, listening to her scream his last name as if it wasn't going to someday be her own.

He often imagined how she would react when he would propose to her, to see if she would give him a different smile or scream in delight, knowing that she would find her family in him. But oh, how he adored the way his last name looked with hers.

To Garreth, love is his number one fan, Julianna.

Sebastian Sallow loves the way her heart seems to grow with every passing day. How she never gave up on him, no matter how dark of a path he went down, always waiting to envelop him in her small but firm and warm hugs.

Her hair shined like gold in the summer sun, reminding him of the princesses Anne would read aloud to him when they were smaller. He could easily find himself lost in her sapphire blue eyes, more precious than any jewel in the world. He found her simply adorable every time he spotted her in a crowd, sporting her signature pink bow in her hair as she hurried to her classes.

He loved to watch her dance, even attempting to join her when she asked, because she had him wrapped around her tiny finger. While he was intrigued by her often foolish bravery, he felt honored that she always went to him for protection, making him feel important even on his worst days.

He enjoyed watching her run through the fields of the highlands, picking the wildflowers that bloomed in the spring, even though their beauty paled in comparison to her gorgeous smile. His heart could burst from his chest every time she pulled him close, having to stand on her tip toes just to kiss him.

He would moan loudly when she would pleasure him, only ever showing her disheveled side to him as she sloppily sucks his cock until his face flushed a deep shade of red. His eyes would darken as he watched her squirm under him, easily taking him as he fucked her into oblivion, begging him with her soft voice to go faster.

He had dreamed about how she would look on their wedding day, to see her in a dress that made her look like the angel she truly was. He looked at the ring in his hand, one that once graced his mother's finger, would now grace his future wife who had been his best friend since childhood.

To Sebastian, love is his beacon of light in the dark, Adeline.

Ominis Gaunt loves the way he can hear her footsteps glide into the room and immediately command the attention of everyone present. How she would always find him, ensuring his safety and comfortability, caring for him in a way no one else ever has.

Her hair reminded him of the moon, white with highlights of silver that only added to her ethereal beauty. Her eyes shined like stars, the rare gray-purple color accentuating her freckles that dotted her nose and rosy lips that seemed to hypnotize him easily.

He often enjoyed the way she was a creature of habit, from having the same cup of tea every morning to her nightcap of deliciously sweet liquor that he could often taste on her lips. He was moved by the way she dressed, always styling herself with soft fabrics that accentuated her curves and felt pleasing to his touch.

He loved to listen to her on the piano, hearing the melancholic melodies she often played as he would sometimes accompany her or just sit and listen to the sounds her delicate but strong fingers hit the keys. The hairs on his skin would raise when he listened to her commanding voice, shouting orders to wizards for their next move and yelling out dangerous dark magic towards their foes.

He did however, also enjoy her soft moans when he took charge in their bedroom. He felt excruciatingly aroused as he let his tongue snake across her neck, leaving welts of colorful bruises in his wake. His mouth would gape open as her once commanding voice, now sweetly shouting his name as they came together, basking in the afterglow of their hours long love making session just before they begin another.

He always reached out for her left hand when they strolled the gardens, twisting her wedding band in place, thanking every god that would listen that she came back into his life. He couldn't begin to describe how striking she looked on their wedding day, no matter how chaotic the circumstances were.

To Ominis, love is his fallen star from the sky, Estelle.

#hogwarts legacy imagine #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy oc #hogwarts legacy sebastian #hogwarts legacy garreth #hogwarts legacy ominis #sebastian sallow #garreth weasley #ominis gaunt #I love love #no angst this time #I'm getting better with spice #roll with it

[quibbs126]

Hollyberry x dark cacao fankid?

Fun fact: this ship is the second on my list. But anyways, here’s Ruby Choco Cookie

She’s named after ruby chocolate, which is this new kind of chocolate that apparently has a berry like taste? Also it’s pink, so like, it was the obvious pick. Also I think when I first came up with the name, I still had Ruby Cacao Cookie as a character, so you could factor that in too (context for people who don’t know: Ruby Cacao was an oc I made that’s Dark Cacao’s sister. She’s currently in limbo for whether I decide to keep her bc I rewrote his backstory again)

Ruby chocolate:

So I know I said before that I was going to give her frilly dresses, but I kind of just decided against that when actually making her today. I still gave her one to reference that, but I’m a little disappointed she doesn’t have that concept. Though I suppose it might make her look too similar to Kouign Amann, at least in concept

Like I said prior, I’m thinking that before when she was younger, she would wear fancy dresses all the time, even while out and about using her big sword. Her wardrobe probably consists of a mix of European dresses and Korean hanboks. In current day, for whatever reason she doesn’t wear them in favor of more traditional adventuring gear, but she does still have some and wears them from time to time

With her actual outfit, I may or may not have taken primary inspiration from Guts in Berserk (sorry I’ve been making Berserk like my new personality), which is mostly seen in her upper body, with the chest plate and shoulder pads (which may have been an unnecessary detail if I’m being honest), along with her bare arms and bandages (well I mean, Guts only has one hand bandaged, but he’s also missing an arm, so. Hmm, maybe I should make a fankid in the future that’s an amputee…). I think I was going to give her sleeves initially, but took them out for the Guts look. Though I think it works without them. I’d say Guts and some of Hollyberry’s alternate outfits were my main inspiration, along with a dash of Dark Cacao’s alternate cape (though I don’t think the fluffy bits look the best). I just wanted to add something from Dark Cacao

Oh and also obviously, I took inspiration from Guts’s sword, the Dragon Slayer. Listen, I had it in my notes that she has a “big ass sword”, and that was always going to stay, why not model her sword after the iconic oversized sword? Though I suppose the details did end up getting covered up by the rest of the outfit (though you can see it in the sketch, though it’s a bit too small). And I’m not entirely sure its relatively simple design really matches Hollyberry and Dark Cacao, but screw it

Her hair wasn’t originally going to be in a bun, it was going to be long (and I still want it that way), but with her sword and cape, I just didn’t have room to also give her flowing hair, so tied up it is. Also I made her streaks pink to look more like the color of actual ruby chocolate. Her main hair color being dark red was more a reference to Ruby Cacao

Also I think an original idea was to incorporate spades in her design? Since Hollyberry is has hearts and Dark Cacao has diamonds, and you could argue that Pure Vanilla’s kind of looks like clubs, so I thought why not complete the set here with spades? But I only remembered that info well into the sketch process, so I didn’t end up incorporating it. Ah well, maybe another time

If I’m being honest, I think she looks too Hollyberry and not enough Dark Cacao. But maybe that’s just because I used a lot of pink and red, since she’s ruby chocolate. But I don’t know if I dislike her design, I think it looks at least fine, if not good

Also, she was supposed to be somewhat chubby, or have some width to her, but I think that accidentally got lost in the finished product. Sorry

Anyways, how about we talk about her character?

To be honest, I really don’t have much. She’s a traveling adventurer, just going around fighting monsters. And while she generally is a pretty friendly person, she in truth prefers solitude, simply sitting in the night sky with nothing but her sword and her thoughts

She wasn’t always a traveling adventurer, instead staying at a palace (probably the Hollyberrian one), but at some point that attitude changed. I don’t know what caused that change, and whether or not it was tragic (Guts may have also influenced her personality/character in some way)

And other than one thing about her maybe meeting Kouign Amann in the past, that’s kind of all I have on her. And I gotta admit, that’s pretty disappointing for me

Like when it comes to these Ancient kids, I usually have an idea of their relationships with their parents or their half siblings, but here I got nothing. I don’t even know what her role as princess of either the Hollyberry Kingdom or Dark Cacao Kingdom means (and as far as ages go, the only thing I have is that she’s probably older than Dark Choco, though I don’t know about Royal Berry). She just kind of exists

I think I focused too much in her design aspect and didn’t think at all about her lore, which is honestly really disappointing on my end. And is she really even that good of a character? I dunno

*sigh* maybe some other time I’ll come up with a proper background for her and her relationship with her family (though right now I don’t really want to)

But yeah, that’s Ruby Choco I guess. Hope you like her!

#also if you’ll notice the page is slightly wider #that’s bc with the ref pics and the length of her sword she just couldn’t fit without being too small #did I have something else to say? #oh yeah I vaguely based that sketch dress design on a Casca outfit #but I only had one ref and it wasn’t the best so it’s not that accurate #anyways #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #dark cacao cookie #hollyberry cookie #hollycacao #cookie run oc #fankid #fanchild #ruby choco cookie #my ocs #my art #requests #answers

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| Heaven and Earth | 

Pairing: Albedo x OC!Juniper

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, This is NOT an x reader, Soulmate AU, Reincarnation AU, Selfship/Self Insert, Death, Heavy Angst, Implied/Alluding to Suicide, He/Him Pronouns for Albedo, She/Her for Juniper, Juniper and Albedo have a kid, Panic Attacks, Mental Breakdowns, Toxicity/Toxic Relationship (my selfship isn’t technically toxic but for this fic it might come off a little unsavory at parts), Albedo is implied to have PTSD, Trauma, 4.9k words.

A/n: Hi this fic was inspired by the conversation where me and @/auphelia bounced ideas about my selfship lore hehe so enjoy guys <3

Summary: Albedo and Juniper are victims of the archon's fascination and are reincarnated in many lifetimes. The problem is that only Albedo remembers anything from those past lives and thus must prove himself worthy to Juniper in every lifetime. 

Tagging: @auphelia @suyacho @themovingcastlez @tighnarly @fleur-de-leap

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“Oh my god, Mr. Albedo you’re a genius!” Sucrose exclaims.

She held up a vial to her colleague with pure excitement. She thought she’d get the same reaction in return, but what she witnessed instead frightened her. Albedo turned to her slowly and with eyes as empty as ever, he replied coldly.

“Don’t ever call me that.” 

His voice sent shivers down her spine. She tried to ignore it but even Sucrose knew better than to chalk this up to simply nothing. Sucrose saw how Albedo was slowly descending into madness. Some moments she wondered if this was inevitable, but then quickly snapped herself out of it. Reassuring herself that her friend was not like that. Unfortunately, there was only so much she could do, especially in that moment. So, she kept a watchful eye and confided in Kaeya about moments like this, moments where Sucrose could slowly see Albedo drowning underneath the weight of it all. She tried to reassure him that he could talk to her if ever he felt the need, but it wasn’t as simple as that. 

Albedo couldn’t just tell Sucrose what happened and what has been happening over and over and over again. He couldn’t tell anyone. Who would believe him? Genius or not, it would ruin what little reputation he had left. There was always that voice in his head that told him that talking about it with someone wouldn’t hurt, it wouldn’t go as badly as he thought, but that was before one of the worst memorable moments of his lives had happened. Before he spilled his heart and soul to Juniper, and became utterly distraught from his feeble attempts at trying to save her. Albedo didn’t remember much from that day except for the parts that stung like hell. Like when he told her all about the reincarnations and how he was the only one who remembered anything, and that she would die in many ways he could never predict. 

It started  calm and collected, his words moving carefully and cautiously, but somewhere down along the line it transformed into something frantic, drenched with guilt and regret. He watched as her face went from concern to fright. He wasn’t quite sure why he was scaring his wife, and even when the answers were right in front of him, he just couldn’t control himself. The words spilled and poured past his lips like a damning prayer. Albedo didn’t remember much but what he did remember was the way her eyes lit up in terror. That expression of hers would be forever branded into his brain.

He remembers the way he clawed at the bottom of her skirt. Her skirt, so graceful and free, which had been trapped in his hands which were balled into fists. Albedo’s nails carved at the fabric of her clothing, ripping holes into something beautiful he had made for her and turning it into something ugly. You looked down at his expression in absolute horror, his face red and wet from his desperation and tears. His face was twisted into a horrific expression, one that bore the pain of many, many people. Maybe he was telling the truth? Juniper thought to herself. Maybe, I had died in a past life with him. Maybe when he wept, clinging to her for dear life and begging for her to trust and believe in his words, perhaps he was telling the truth. 

“Please.. You.. you have to believe me.” He cried out, pulling her closer to him by the hem of her skirt.

But she didn’t believe him. There was simply no way to believe in him. That sort of thing didn’t happen, right? In her anxiousness she pulled away from him, enough that he would tighten his grip only to loosen it in just a few seconds. It couldn’t be helped, she was scared. She had a right to react the way she did. Didn’t she?

“Bedo you’re… you’re scaring me.” She whispered, too frightened to raise her voice an octave higher. 

This time she pulled completely out of his grasp, no lingering touches grazing her or her clothing. He stared up at Juniper with tear-filled eyes. There were heavy bags underneath his eyes, darker than she’d ever seen anyone's look before, and his mouth fell slightly open as his tears dripped down to his lips. The taste of his sorrow was more sour than the day he lost her, and all he wanted was the sweetness of her love again. It was tragic really, that a man who was destined to be with his soulmate in every lifetime was forced to fail in every single one. Albedo had been gifted gold and had managed to tarnish it in almost every life he had lived. 

So, he watched helplessly as she walked out on him, frantically tripping over her own feet as she ran out the door like a scared house cat. As Albedo fell apart, melting into the wooden floors they had both walked on in those past years, he swore to himself this would be the last time he initiated contact with her. No longer would he go out of his way to befriend her, woo her, love and cherish her, only for his love to die right before his very eyes in every lifetime. It was then that he decided to do the most sane thing he’d ever do, leave. He left, so that when and if she returned, which she most certainly did, she would be left with absolutely nothing but his memory. He would never be there to witness the pure panic she endured as she realized, nor watch the way Juniper and Kaeya searched for decades all across Teyvat just looking for him. 

Albedo would never see how it absolutely destroyed her. When he left to put a bandaid over a self-inflicted gash, she continued to wither and die slowly until all that anguish finally caught up with her. It infected her until what only remained was an extremely sad memory. She wondered as she died if things would’ve been different had she listened to him, and as her heart began to slow she couldn’t help but hear his words ring true in her ears which had barely heard much of anything those days. As you took your final breaths your hand twitched, slowly reaching out for the hand of a long lost lover. She died warm in the bed he’d made her, Kaeya was kneeling on the floor, holding her hand gently as he watched the light finally leave her eyes. People said she lost her life to old age, but both Kaeya and Albedo knew better than that. 

So, as that life eventually took her , and Albedo eventually found his own way out of this one, he once again was reborn into another lifetime. A life where all he would worry about was seeing her again, and it would prove to be one of the many curses bestowed upon him. He tried his best to avoid her, but fate had a way of mocking him. It was when he had taken a spontaneous walk that his unluckiness would catch up to him. He locked eyes with her figure from afar, and quickly hid behind a nearby tree. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, panic enveloped him while his worst fear slowly crept behind him. He just had to keep still and hidden, he convinced himself. Sadly, his reassurances did nothing to ease the fear he felt. Especially when a hand placed itself on his shoulder and a soft voice of concern followed soon after. 

He couldn’t possibly face her like this, not in this awful state. Her eyes looked at him with nothing but compassion and worry, and all he could do not to fall apart was remain completely still. Visions of what if scenarios haunted his mind and so he remained completely frozen, refusing to move even an inch until he was sure he could act with complete control. He sat there crumbling onto the grassy ground as she rubbed his back and soothed him through his attack, and for some magical reason it worked. Before he knew it his breathing had slowed, and his heart rested at a rate that was somewhat normal. Letting himself be still with her, even if for a moment was healing in a way he’d almost forgotten about. 

Still, as sentimental as this moment was it did not erase the damage he had done nor the madness that stirred within his body. He shared some of this life with her. Yes, he had allowed himself to know the joys of her laughter and feel the tender touch of her skin against his, but never did he forget the damage he had caused. As he lived in a house with her that was nearly identical to the homes they shared in other lifetimes, he didn’t once forget how her eyes looked at him on that day. He could never erase the memory of her wrinkled hand in his as she gave him one last smile. Albedo could never forget all the memories he shared with Juniper, and even though he was staring at her, healthy and full of life, he would never forget the image of his beautiful wife disappearing right in front of his eyes. 

It was a fresh new hell with every life he lived, and to be doomed to never die of old age was just one of the worst aspects of it. Being a homunculus had its benefits, but dying was not one of them. While you could continue to die of old age or any natural cause, Albedo had to resort to more drastic measures to die. Unless some unfortunate circumstance had happened to end his life, Albedo oftentimes had to take matters into his own hands. Thankfully, this was not something he thought twice about, making no hesitation when he had to take the blade to his throat to stop whatever it took to keep him alive underneath all that skin and bone. He was thankful for the times where someone did the job for him, dying with a smile on his face as he watched the world darken around him. Unfortunately, it wouldn’t take long before he was opening his eyes to the sight of his master, again. She wasn’t as pleasant company to have as Juniper would’ve been, but he was grateful just to have something or someone distract him from the madness that brewed within him. 

Sadly, this “bliss” only lasted for so long and soon, he was left all alone in Teyvat. A few centuries had passed before he crossed paths with you again. He had some time to recover from the agony of her, only to be reintroduced to it all over again. Albedo wasn’t too sure why he did what he did next. Perhaps he wondered how this life fared for the both of them. Maybe he started to finally heal from the damage that had been done, or maybe he was simply homesick. Whatever the reason, he had convinced himself that this time would be different, that this time he would enjoy this life with Juniper no matter how it ended.

At first he remained true to his words, making a life for himself with his wife and child in the cool meadows in Mondstadt, but then something happened, or should I say someone. Albedo hadn’t noticed it in the previous lives but eventually he caught on to this stranger's presence lurking in the shadows. At first he thought nothing of it. After all, he’d become quite paranoid due to the lives he lived, but he soon realized that it wasn’t paranoia and instead was a worry that was much warranted. 

It happened first when Juniper and him were celebrating their first anniversary, they’d taken themselves out to a nice picnic in a nearby meadow. Everything was peaceful and the kindness of Juniper’s voice soothed his forever aching heart. Albedo’s heart was full as he heard you inquire about some experiment he was currently working on. Sadly, the moment was brought to a cold halt as he saw a familiar stranger out in the distance. The figure did nothing but stand there and glare down at him, and in a matter of moments he vanished. This visual would be something that would continue to haunt Albedo no matter what life he lived. In the ones that came before he hadn’t thought twice about it and now he wished he had. 

He tried his best to ignore it, truly he did try, but even his best wasn’t enough. The man showed up even in his sleep, dreams turned to nightmares and nightmares soon became night terrors. Waking up in a cold sweat he’d sit upright, hyperventilating as his wife tried her best to calm him down. No matter what had happened in his sleep the man always showed up, the one constant theme being the mysterious man and his intentions. Albedo had his theories but never anything solid, that was until that night when the stranger spoke to him in his night terrors.

“I know what you’ve done.” 

There was something incredibly bone chilling about those words,it felt like a threat to Albedo and all he cherished. Then the madness started to slither its way back into his life. Many nights were spent sleeplessly working on his research, thinking back to his past lives and what the appearance of this daunting figure meant. This continued on for about a decade or so before Albedo’s research came to a slowed halt. He hadn’t seen this figure in quite some time and foolishly thought with hope in his heart that this man had given up. At the very least he hoped this was someone who he could easily get rid of, but fate had a peculiar way of baring its fangs. 

The next time he would see the man would be much farther in the future, long enough that Albedo almost forgot about him. Almost. It was summertime when the three of them, their child included, made their way into Mondstadt City. Albedo was holding his daughter, talking to her about the many flowers at Flora’s stand when his eyes locked with another pair. As his wife was paying for the gorgeous flowers she’d planned to decorate the house with, Albedo was preoccupied with a tall, blonde man’s eyes piercing straight into his. His immediate instinct was to take out his sword and protect what was precious to him, but he forced that urge down as hard as he could. That would only bring more trouble, he thought to himself. 

He thought at best the stranger would leave him and his family alone, but he was sorely mistaken. After the man made a point of glaring at him and his daughter, he started to approach him. Albedo had no clue what he should do in a moment like this and he had no proof to tell the knights of favonius that he was a threat. So, instead he chose to remain exactly where he was. Albedo watched the stranger extra closely as he closed the distance between them, his hand twitching at his side as he readied to strike at any moment. It wasn’t until the man was standing right in front of him that he could truly get a good look.

He stood before him, tall with a threatening aura that followed, staring down at him and his child. There was a fire burning in his eyes, a dangerous hatred that threatened to tear him limb from limb, but before Albedo could say anything he turned to Juniper who had since bumped into the unfamiliar man by accident. 

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there. You.. are?” She questioned with a look of confusion. 

He moved out of the way and smiled at Juniper with a look that was most unsettling. He said nothing and did nothing, just stood there, remaining frozen until his daughter, Rose, had reached out a hand towards the man. Quickly Albedo pulled her arm back against her body, holding her in a protective hold. Albedo stood his ground, now staring down the unfamiliar man who he knew now more than ever was a threat to his family. 

“Nobody important, I was just on my way anyway. You.. have a good evening.” The man said as he walked past albedo, now bumping into him by mistake. 

Although, one could hardly call what he did an accident. Juniper watched as the stranger floated away, vanishing among the crowd while Albedo focused on his daughter, refusing to give her up to even his wife. It seemed that Juniper had forgotten about what just happened and offered to carry Rose, but Albedo shook his head, reassuring her that he had it handled, but she wasn’t too sure about that.

The three of them walked home together in silence. That was until Juniper finally confronted Albedo. “Albedo?”

“Hmm?” He tilted his head to look at her briefly before returning his gaze to the road in front of him. 

“What was that about? Do you know that man?” She pushed.

Albedo stayed silent. Not sure if he should be truthful or lie. He knew what would happen if he was truthful with Juniper, but he hated the idea of making a fool out of her. Sadly, Albedo did what he thought was best, even if Juniper saw right through him. 

“No, I don’t know who that was today.” He said.

She turned to face him as her expression became angry. “You’re lying to me. Why are you lying to me, Albedo?”

“Let’s not discuss this here.” He tried his best to calm Juniper down, worried it would wake the baby, or at the very least that’s the excuse he gave her to keep her distracted.

Juniper was silent up until the moment the three of them returned home and tucked Rose into bed, but she did not forget about the man or Albedo’s suspicious questions. So, the very minute she had the chance she cornered Albedo in an attempt to force some answers out of him, but still he barely budged. 

“What’s going on, Albedo? This isn’t like you.” She questioned him, desperate for answers.

Still, Albedo wouldn’t give in. He wasn’t trying to ignore Juniper but he was at a loss for words. He wasn’t exactly sure how he could tell Juniper that he had seen this many times before for such a long time, and that he had some less than savory theories about the stranger, as well. To put it simply, there was no way he could be truly honest with his wife. Not without things going awry that is. 

Juniper stood in front of Albedo and grabbed both of his hands, holding them against her cheek. “Albedo, talk to me. Please?” She continued to push him all while he remained absolutely silent. “Can you at least tell me if he’s dangerous?” She asked in a hushed tone, her voice barely audible. 

Albedo kissed her hands and then sighed. “I think so, yes.”

She pulled away slightly to give him a look. “You think?”

He sighed again and replied. “I have my theories of who he is and why he’s here, but that’s all I can say for now.” 

The both of them sat in silence for a moment, neither of knowing exactly what to say. Albedo thought about the man and the many theories he had about them, and Juniper wondered about the stranger and Albedo’s theories. In a way their minds were connected in a very distorted and unorganized way. Thinking on the same wavelength but in opposite tempos. At some point the two of them decided nothing would be properly handled or solved with a mind and body that lacked sleep, and thus chose to end the conversation there for the night. Juniper slept soundly through the night while Albedo remained restless. 

If there was any chance of Albedo getting any sleep it was long gone once he heard footsteps outside the window of their room. At first he wondered if he heard correctly but as the footsteps approached the room where Rose was located, he wasted no more time wondering and jumped out of bed. Carefully and cautiously he crept to the side of the room where Rose was, pushing the door slightly open to peek into the room to check in on his daughter. Once he was reassured of her safety he made quick work of finding his sword and gripping it close to his hips. He took a peek out a nearby window before opening the front door and closing it behind him softly. 

Looking around him he held his sword at ready until he laid eyes on the source of the noise. It was him. Albedo felt rage course through his veins as he rushed towards the familiar man. 

Reaching him he pointed the tip of his sword at his neck and spoke quietly. “Who are you?”

The man scoffed. “You can call me Dainsleif.”

Dainsleif held the demeanor of someone who had already won, the look in his eyes assuring Albedo that he would always be one step ahead of him. That was only one aspect of him that gave Albedo a bad feeling. Albedo took one step forward, holding the handle of his sword extra tight. He would not hesitate to swing his blade if he felt necessary, but for the sake of his family he restrained himself. He poked Dainsleif’s adam's apple with the tip of the blade, serving as an unspoken warning. 

“What are you doing here, Dainsleif?” Albedo’s voice was thick with venom. 

Dainsleif stood there motionless, not moving a muscle. Then he turned his attention to the house, eyeing the window that belonged to Rose’s room. This motion did not go unmissed by Albedo and immediately questioned the strange man. What could he possibly want with an innocent child? 

“Why are you here?” Albedo spat in reply. Growing more impatient with every passing second.

“I’ve been watching you for a very long time, Albedo.” Dainsleif admitted. 

That’s when Albedo lowered his sword momentarily, too stunned to speak just yet. What could he possibly want with me? With my family? Albedo asked himself. Although, an answer is what he sought, an answer would not return to him. 

“This is not the first time we’ve met and nor will it be the last.” He continued. 

Albedo’s head began to spin and spin until he ultimately fell to the ground onto his knees, sword now laying beside him. “You know.. Don’t you?” He asked

Dainsleif looked down on Albedo and then to the house, again before replying. “I’ve always known.” 

Albedo dug his nails into the cloth of his shorts, praying that this hell would stop, but he knew better than to be hopeful at a time like this. Sadly, he remained hopeful with childlike wonder, having an idea that he was so sure would bring him relief. He hesitated for only a moment until ultimately deciding to do it, going against the bad feeling that ruminated in his gut. 

“Do you.. Do you know how I can save her? Is there a way to save her?” Albedo asked weakly, his voice broken and strained.

Dainsleif looked down on Albedo with a cold glare. “What makes you think I’d ever help you?”

Everything was starting to unravel before his eyes. Albedo was beginning to see for the very first time in any of his lifetimes. He was doomed from the very start. As fate would have it Albedo would never see the good in his continuous lives as long as the archons looked down on all of Teyvat. As long as Albedo lived to see the daylight and die underneath the moon’s cold embrace, so would destiny let its hands do its cruel bidding. 

“Please.. There must be something that I can do in return? Anything?!” Albedo begged, but again, Dainsleif refused.

Shaking his head and walking further from Albedo who was currently on the ground groveling, he replied. “You’re dangerous. I cannot trust you with this invaluable information.” 

Albedo reached out a hand to Dainsleif but before he could even graze his body he had vanished into thin air. The strange man had cast upon his judgment and before Albedo could even defend himself he had left. Albedo remained on the ground for quite some time, hours passed by while he cried and prayed to the archons for forgiveness. That, whatever would come to pass, would be most merciful to him, but his prayers would grow unanswered. He wept and yelled to the skies, cursing them for being born with such an unforgiving face. Although his voice was loud it did not carry along with the wind. Some things could not be helped, a prisoner will always feel tied down even in a land as free as the wind. 

At some point he must’ve carried himself back to bed to Juniper. He hoped this would all be some nightmare that would soon pass and be just one big miserable memory. Sadly, though this was just one hellish day, it would eventually come to haunt him in the future. For when Albedo’s time with Juniper in this lifetime ended, another life would follow with an even more nightmarish revelation to follow, too.

The same usual moments would happen, still, but it was when he took that fateful walk by a familiar hill that would damn him to heartbreak eternally. Eternity is a thing of the past, but the way Juniper looked at him would forever be etched into his mind. He didn’t even notice the presence of a certain man standing beside her until he looked away from her cruel expression. She wore the same one Dainsleif had that night, frozen and unsympathetic. There was no escaping his fate, the worst had truly come. 

Looking back at that night which happened so many years ago, Albedo couldn’t help but feel that man was nothing but one brutal omen. He wondered if he had ignored him would he still be in the same situation? Would he not still be damned to suffer just as all mortal men are? Their eyes locked onto him, etching into his skin the sins of man. Although Albedo was nothing close to human, there was something about being lumped in with any other human made him feel insane. 

Albedo thought that surely there must be a way to free himself of this torment? But there wasn’t. Not in this lifetime, the next, or any that would follow. Still, he tried to fix what was never broken to begin with. He tried and tried to connect with Juniper, build something out of nothing, but each time she would scowl at him and look at him in disgust, immediately shutting down any and all words he had to say. Still like a mad man he continued this pointless mission that would end in defeat every single time.

At one point Albedo had managed to convince himself that this was only his fate in that lifetime, but oh what a sad realization he had waiting for him in his remaining lifetimes. As time went on Juniper looked at him with an expression that grew crueler with every glance she gave him, as if to say “I remember”. Not only did she resent him with every reincarnation, but bit by bit she started to become more like the man that had always lingered around her. Never letting her out of his line of sight, something that truly sickened the alchemist. 

Eventually Albedo had no choice but to accept this destiny of his and hid himself in a much better place than Dragonspine. Although no place would be far enough when in regards to his love for Juniper, wherever he was headed was a damn good place to start. He focused on his studies for some time, avoiding all social contact of any kind. Keeping himself holed up in a secret location that none knew about (that he made sure of) until he forgot how she looked. Sadly that day would never come in that life or the next. Her face haunted him from sunup to sundown. A horrific reminder carved into his psyche until the day that the archons would cast mercy upon him, but that day never came. 

The only thing that would remain constant for Albedo was the anguish and the ever maddening silence which surrounded him. Death was not an ending for Albedo but instead was the gasoline which ignited the fire. Even as he crafts something on his trusty alchemy table, somewhere far from any livable life form, he could still hear her voice and feel her cold eyes burning into the back of his neck. An eternal reminder of the selfishness of mankind.

#albedo x oc #albedo x original character #genshin x oc #genshin x original character

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Lucifer x Willow (OC) - Meetings Greetings

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Commission made by! @hanaotaku95

Thank you for commissioning pookie bear and I look forward to hearing from you again!

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Word Count: 2,143

2k word Commission

Ship 🫶🏾✨: Willow x Lucifer

Thank you for purchasing and deciding to work with me! I had a lot of fun working on this for you and if the idea to work in the future ever comes to your mind then I'd love to keep in touch.

~ A ùwó

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When he had gone to Stolas he had been rather excited for his chances, the possibilities. Lucifer, the great big man himself, was a rather lonely soul and so not only had he started to put more time in learning more about his citizens, he had come to find a group that really interested him. IMP, the ‘immediate murder professionals’ as he's come to learn.

He had grown rather fond of their ad, played it two thousand, five hundred fifty four times actually if he remembered correctly and after some time he's finally come to actually visit.

When the door opens and he grins the look on Loona 's face actually managed to go from its usual nonchalant gaze to one of pure shock and reasonably so… she froze immediately upon being greeted.

“Um! Oh!” Lucifer says looking over the hellhound, putting on a charming smile, even taking the time to dust off his shoulders and make sure his hat wasn't crooked before reaching a palm out to the hellhound as if to shake her hand.

“I saw your companies ad on TV and well to say the least I'm curious! Interested if you will.” He starts off and Loona actually feels her mouth fall open just as Willow trails in with Moxie and Millie in tow.

That chatted about a few things as they usually did whether it be something as simple as the weather outside to their more deeper friendship things. The three were rather close and in particular at that very moment Willows voice seemed to stand out the most, making Lucifer himself perk before tilting his head and looking aside from Loona to see just who he was hearing and then his eyes land on her.

“No no, I'm just saying you all should be more careful. Last time you saw how Blitz almost blew up the fucking microwave… and his head with it.” she seems to ramble only to pause and look over to Loona. They had heard when he originally knocked and were just now coming to see their guest. Curiosity fills the air because they get visitors here and there but Loona suspiciously seemed to resemble a… living statue at the moment even though her back was currently to the three.

The imps come around her, Millie huffing softly at first and Moxie lifting a brow and then all three froze much… like Loona had down so.

“Great holy fuck…” Willow manages to break the silence first and Lucifer's honestly grateful for it because to say the least he was starting to feel a bit awkward standing here as they gwaked at him. It happens often in situations and circumstances like this. He softly chuckles at the response, looking directly at her now, his crimson eyes connecting with her own as he raises a hand to give the group a wave.

“Unholy. Oh and I think your dog is broken?” He says, lifting a brow but there's a smile on his charming little face.

Everyone seems to blink for a moment only for Moxie and Millie to immediately drag Loona aside, practically rambling to her about never wanting to work on being more friendly and how rude and crazy it was for her to freeze up at such a time and not shake the Devil's hand and Loona takes it like a champ because even she can't not hate herself for never caring more about her own responsibilities and timing. Her ears lowered as she lets them fill her ears with the words she deserves to her and it's quite literally like two parents grounding a reckless teen or caretakers ranting about their patient's behavior.

Its needed and it's not that Willow disagrees with their way of ‘parenting’ but she wishes she wasn't practically shitting herself right now as she now stands alone with Lucifer now.

What else is she to do but gather her millions of thoughts and give him a wide smile as a light ball of sweat seems to run down her neck.

“I… apologize for the wait sir. Please, please come in. Take a rest if you want, thirsty? Hungry? I can assist you right now with any of your wants and needs.” She offers and it's only because of who he is. Willow would be a liar if she said she wasn't just a bit hopeful in growing closer to him because how often does the Lucifer show directly up to anyone's doorstep? Hell, usually she'd even try standing up for Loona but she definitely deserves the punishments she'll get for slipping like this.

Lucifer seems to shake off any awkwardness he felt from his interaction with Loona and reaches his hand out now to Willow, that charming smile coming back to his lips but it's just a bit bigger now as she looks down at her and maybe he is growing a sweet spot for these little imps and maybe… just maybe it's because they have to literally look up at him for a change.

He gives her a moment and Willow eyes widens a little when she realizes he's serious and eagerly, she takes his hand with both of her own even, holding and shaking his palm as her tail seemed to flicker back and forth fondly as if it couldn't control itself. She couldn't believe it, she was actually getting to touch him, to shake hands with Lucifer himself and she could feel herself having to contain her excitement.

He's warm though it's expected and his palm is noticeably a bit bigger than her own, and she can feel the amount of power he has and holds. It's like a euphoria of emotions having this moment with him and Willow dreads the idea of ever having to wash her hands again and fuck it, maybe she won't.

“I-It's lovely to be in your presence sir. I'm really sorry for Loona, I'm sure she was just nervous. She tends to do that when she is.” She quickly explains and Lucifer chuckles.

“It's quite alright, I see not everyone has that issue.” He hums and it seems as though he's already rather fond of her. Lucifer knew he had just gotten to this place but this imp in particular was growing on him rather quickly. He can see the way her eyes light up and sparkle and he finds it pretty cute how that tail of hers is moving as it sways and flickers behind her and it just reminds him exactly of why he loved the sinners who had them. He gives her hand a squeeze before pulling it carefully from her and of course she lets him as his skin seems to glide against her own.

Willow takes a deep breath, breathing in deeply through her nose and slowly out her mouth. Millie, Moxie and Loona have grown quiet and with a quick glance Willow can see that the three had disappeared from their previous location, most likely to gk look over the building to make sure everything is in tip top shape for the King of demons himself. Blitz was going to be pissed to know he's actively missing their first meeting with this man and they all knew it but for now duty called. That's what he got for always running of fo do whatever fuck shit he tended to usually do.

Willow steps aside, waving an arm out and smiles up at him and Lucifer returns the gaze before stepping into the building. He lets his eyes trail over everything and to be fair it's rather decent, much like that little hotel Charlie was running even though renovations could definitely be arranged. It's clean enough, and there's a few pieces of art here and there and to be far Lucifer could probably even admit it was a bit homey. He perks a little as the sound of a soft click fills the air as Willow closes the door and then she stands with him with a smile and it's small… even a little cute to Lucifer.

“I can… show you around sir. It's still a work in progress however.” She starts to explain to him and Lucifer gives a carefree shrug. Truth is that he was enjoying even just this moment between him and her even with how small it seemed.

With his title he should be more accustomed to great and grand things but he's the Devil. He sees it all… the time and sometimes he tends to find joy in the smaller things, the little things that were easy to forget or look over.

“We have our headquarters and our offices but of course we also have the kitchen, the conference room and things like the washroom.” She continues to speak as she stands beside him now and she's so much closer than she had ever dreamed of being with him. Never once had she thought she'd get to meet him of all people and yet here he was.

Lucifer brightens like a kid in a candy store as she speaks and looks around before landing his gaze back on her. He wanted to see everything and Willow chuckles because with that look on his face she knows he does and so she starts off as she usually would, going down the list basically as she begins her tour.

She goes to the kitchen, showing him the fridge and he happily looks in it, even accepting a snack she offers him. They then trail off the the conference room where she talks to him about their countless missions jobs and he listens adamantly, always a fan of such things. After the conference room they walk the halls together, his heels clicking softly with each step and Willow seems to be in her element as she explains this place and Lucifer can't help the way he seems to… admire her.

She looks pretty when she's talking like this, she seems so confident and reliable and Lucifer can only wonder how she is when she's actually working… can only wonder how she looks when she's in the zone, when she's out murdering and killing when her job asked her to and he had to admit that he'd love to see it for himself. Would love to be able to see her wild side as much as he sees her calm and chilled side.

By the end of the tour Lucifer wishes he had his own tail to wag because this place was surprisingly better than even he imagined and so was she! He's never had such a tour that exactly invested him and he even wonders if it's not the place but if it's her.

He, enjoys her voice, enjoys listening to her talk and ramble about these things and of course he was listening! Of course he was yeah but he had moment where's he just seemed to… zone out, listening to her but doing made him feel like her was swimming on clouds. They should make a why for people to record themselves talking softly and sweetly because he would actually listen for hours if he could and even if he didn't exactly retain any information he was just fine sitting here, there, with her as she spoke to him.

By the end of the tour she smiles at him, looking up at him with a cheeky little grin.

“So?” She says and he looks at her with a smile like a silly dog of some sort who was just happy to be around.

“So…what?” He says a moment after and when Willow lifts a response at his response it suddenly clicks that she's talking about her presentation and Lucifer lets out a laugh.

“Oh! Right, right! No of course that's what you meant haha!” He says and maybe he's a little… flustered? He knows what he is but his heart seems to be racing a little.

He swings his arms out as if offering a hug, his cane standing with magic for a moment by itself.

“I… I love it, yeah! This place is fucking amazing and oh might I say you did an amazing job showing it off?” He chuckles with a close eyed grin and she perks, looking as bright at a million stars in the night sky at hearing that he of all people loved this shabby little place because of her. And Willow can't help the way a flush rushes to her cheeks. How could she possibly show her appreciation to him enough? She isn't exactly sure but for now she smiles brightly, a smile that seems to light and warm up the whole room.

“I'm glad to hear that sir. Please enjoy your stay for as long as you may wish or need to.” She says now with a polite little bow.

She truly… loved her job.

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There's a Will; There's a Way (Book 4) Chapter Twenty-One

Dazai Osamu x Fem! Reader

Chuuya Nakahara x Fem! OC!

Chapter Twenty-One: Together

Summary: (Y/N) gets to have everyone alright and together.

Mouse Note: Final chapter of Book 4!

            (Y/N)’s eyes opened to a plain white ceiling. She groaned and pushed herself up onto her elbows. Her body no longer ached, free of wounds, but she had no idea where she was. (Y/N) could be dead for all she knew.

            “Hey, hey. Don’t strain yourself.”

            A bandaged arm supported (Y/N), and her eyes snapped up, widening.

            “Dazai!”

            The man she loved smiled at her from he sat at her side. “(Y/N),” he said with a voice of pure adoration.

            “You’re alright,” said (Y/N), relief and joy in her eyes.

            Dazai held her hand and smiled. “So are you.”

            (Y/N) leaned up, ignoring how tired her body was, and pulled him to her. She kissed with the passion their separation had caused, with all the love she had in her body for him, endless and powerful.

            Dazai’s arms wrapped around her, and he tilted his head to kiss her deeper. He too had missed her, and to have (Y/N) back in his arms to love and to cherish was an incredible feeling. He threw all of those emotions into his kiss.

            When they finally pulled apart, (Y/N) and Dazai were unable to stop smiling at each other.

            “I thought I’d never see you again,” admitted (Y/N).

            Dazai chuckled softly and cupped her cheek, smiling gently. “What? So little belief in my intelligence?”

            “You were trapped with Fyodor,” said (Y/N). She swallowed at the memories of Fyodor. “I couldn’t help but worry.”

            Dazai’s gaze became fierce, and he gently turned (Y/N)’s face to look into her eyes. “Fyodor is gone. I made sure of it. You’ll never have to worry about him again.”

            (Y/N)’s eyes widened. “He’s gone?”

            Dazai nodded. “I made sure of it. He’ll never hurt you again.”

            (Y/N) let out a breath of relief and relaxed. Fyodor was dead. He’d never try to take her for himself again. She was alright, and Dazai was back with her.

            “But while I’m glad he’s gone, I’m sorry I wasn’t here to support you through everything,” said Dazai. “I saw your injuries before Yosano healed you. You fought almost until your own death.”

            (Y/N) smiled ruefully. “I needed to protect the people I cared about. I couldn’t let Fukuchi hurt everyone.” At his name, her expression faltered. “Especially not after everything he’d already done.” She looked at Dazai. “He was my father. He killed my mom, just like he killed Akira’s. And now he’s dead. What type of messed up family am I a part of?”

            Dazai kissed (Y/N) gently to reassure her. “You’re not Fukuchi. Blood doesn’t matter, in the end. You were the hero the world needed when you fought him. He could never have been a hero like you. You are your mother’s daughter. And if I had to guess, Akira is her mother’s daughter since she was willing to do the right thing.” He was calm as he heard the Akira Mori’s mother, Ougai Mori’s wife, had been killed by Fukuchi, since his mind put together the scenarios with ease. (That, and it meant he had ammunition against Mori if needed).

            (Y/N)’s eyes widened. “Oh, god! Akira! Where is she? Is she alright? She was really hurt, there was a lot of blood, did Yosano get to her—”

            “(Y/N).” Dazai calmed her with a squeeze of her hand. “Akira is alright. Yosano healed her. She’s alive.”

            (Y/N)’s heart jumped for joy. Akira, her dearest friend, her sister, was alive. She was alright. (Y/N) let out a sob of joy as all the stress and exhaustion of the past few days caught up to her.

            “Everyone’s going to be alright,” said Dazai, pulling her into a hug.

            (Y/N) hugged him back, shoulder’s shake as relief washed over her. From the truth of her mother’s dead to Fukuchi being her father to the vampires to the people she cared about nearly dying to taking control of One Order, (Y/N) was filled a complex array of emotions. And finally in her love’s arms, she let go.

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            Akira sat up the moment her consciousness returned. “Where’s (Y/N)?!” she said, looking around herself wildly. She was nearly out of her bed and ripping the curtains from her hospital cot away when someone stepped around them, alarmed at the shouting.

            “She’s alright,” assured Yosano. “She’s just resting, like you.” She gave Akira a stern look. “Get back in the bed.”

            Akira scowled. “You don’t tell me what to do. I need to check on (Y/N).”

            “I swear, Akira, (Y/N) is alright. Dazai’s with her now,” said Yosano, catching Akira’s arm and turning her back to the bed. “But my ability can tire people. You need to rest.”

            Akira shrugged out of Yosano’s hold. “I’m fine. My gift means I heal quicker than others.” She paused and glanced at Yosano. “But…thanks. You probably saved me and (Y/N)’s lives.”

            Yosano smiled. Their old friendship was broken, and whatever they had now would never be the same, but at least Akira was speaking to her. “Well, you and (Y/N) saved all of us first.”

            Akira tsked and crossed her arms. “I killed the guy who murdered my mom. It was about my own revenge.”

            Yosano smirked. “Sure.” She wouldn’t point out that if Akira was that selfish, her first thought wouldn’t be about if (Y/N) was alive. “I’m still glad you fought with (Y/N). We couldn’t have done this without you.” She cleared her throat. “But I’m mostly just glad you’re okay. I-I know I messed up when we were younger. I should have tried to find you after I joined the Agency. I know what Mori is like. I should have made sure you were okay. And I didn’t. So, I’m sorry, and I know it doesn’t mean much to you, but I really am happy you’re alive. You’re still…important to me.”

            Akira paused, red eyes piercing into Yosano’s expression. And then, she smiled ever-so-slightly. “Thanks.” Her eyes flicked up to Yosano’s. “And I’m glad you’re alright, too. I’ve hated a lot of people in my life, but you…I don’t want you hurt, Akiko. Mori is an asshole. What he’s done doesn’t have anything to do with you.”

            Yosano smiled. There was a long road to real friendship, and there would always be history, but Akira and Yosano had something again.

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            (Y/N) smiled as she watched her friends run around and laugh and drink and dance. After everything that had happened, she was glad they could have fun. They all deserved it. In fact, people were just so relieved to be alive and to have Yokohama (and the world) safe that they didn’t care if they were around Port Mafia or Agency members. Even Akira was fine with Port Mafia members in her bar (though (Y/N) suspected that was mostly because Akira wanted to see Chuuya but was too proud to say anything to his face).

            (Y/N) chuckled lightly as she watched Dazai run around with Kunikida’s notebook while the blond chased him. This was what she liked her life as: fun chaos instead of deadly chaos.

            “(Y/N) (L/N). Or should I call you (Y/N) Fukuchi?”

            (Y/N) crossed her arms and turned. “If you’re try to irritate me, you’ll have to try harder, Mori.”

            The boss of the Port Mafia smirked. “Irritate you? Nonsense. I don’t condescend to irritate a mere Agency member.”

            “And yet you approached me,” remarked (Y/N). “What do you want?”

            “You possess One Order,” said Mori sharply. If (Y/N) wasn’t going to beat around the bush, he wouldn’t, either. “Your Gift allows you to use it.”

            “It responds to me, yes,” said (Y/N).

            Mori’s eyes narrowed. “That is a significant amount of power to wield. It threatens the very world, and left unchecked, it could cause trouble.” The curl of his lip as he spoke directed his message clearly. If you’re left alive, there could be issues.

            (Y/N) just smiled. “I don’t go looking for trouble, and I want One Order to be properly locked up again.” Her smile turned to a slight smirk. “But if you want to try to ‘check’ any possible danger, remember that you’re a smart man who knows when he’s out of his depth.”

            Mori’s gaze was cold. “I very much doubt I’m out of my depth.”

            “Believe what you’d like about me—” though (Y/N)’s ability sparked at the idea of getting to fight the infamous Mori “—but I’m not the only person you have to deal with. Setting the entire Agency aside, I don’t think you’d want to cross Dazai on his own.” She cocked her head. “And I’m not foolish enough to think you don’t know about our relationship. So I also that you’re aware of just how much damage Dazai is capable of if anything happened to me.” She smiled. “Just recently he killed Fyodor Dostoevsky for me. I don’t think you want to be on his bad side.”

            “Are you threatening me?” said Mori lightly.

            “Not at all. I’m just doing what you did, pointing out facts about the situation,” said (Y/N), all smiles and pleasantries.

            “Facts? Yes, like how Dazai is also unwilling to risk Yokohama as a whole, and my leadership of the Port Mafia holds a delicate balance,” said Mori.

            (Y/N) chuckled. “If you think Dazai doesn’t have a breaking point just because you haven’t found it, you’re more foolish than I thought.” Mori’s eyes narrowed. “But even if Dazai wouldn’t do anything to hurt Yokohama, I know one person who would burn the city for the ground if they cared enough.” (Y/N) smirked as Mori furrowed his brow, and she went straight for the jugular. “Akira isn’t exactly known for holding back.”

            Mori paused at the mention of his daughter. “She is hardly a threat.”

            “No? Then you haven’t seen her fight,” said (Y/N), continuing without a care for who she was speaking to. “I mean, she went berserk and nearly killed Fukuchi on her when she found out he killed her mom.”

            Mori hid any reaction behind a pointed sip of wine. The truth of his wife’s death weighed heavy on him, and he longed to bring Fukuchi back just to get the chance to make him suffer for what he’d done to Nanako.

            But Mori was not a vulnerable man. He refused to be, so all he said was, “If she did try anything, I have people who could fight her.”

            (Y/N) smirked. She knew for a fact Chuuya wouldn’t harm Akira, but she’d leave that truth a secret. “I don’t think you do. In fact, I think Akira is the biggest threat to you.”

            Mori’s eyes flashed imperceptibly. “Excuse me?”

            “I’ll spell it out for you. If you were to try to ‘check’ One Order—” if you try to kill me “—you wouldn’t be able to handle Akira—” you wouldn’t be able to kill her if she came for you.

            “If someone threatens the balance of protection for Yokohama, I have no mercy,” said Mori coldly.

            (Y/N) hummed in acknowledgement and was silent. Mori gripped his wine glass tighter. He thought the conversation over and was glad. It had not gone the direction he intended. He wished to ensure One Order was handled properly and not left in the power of a young woman who seemed to have too much power of the world already, but it seemed she was remaining steadfast and not cowering from anyone trying to push her around.

            “You know, Akira told me that Elise used to be pretty stiff and quiet,” said (Y/N) suddenly. Mori stiffened, and his red eyes went to (Y/N) as she continued with a calm smile. “Interesting that she has a personality now, right? Pretty energetic, a bit sassy, and very stubborn, so I’ve heard.” She tilted her head and looked across the room at Akira. “Funny. I bet Akira was like that when she was younger, maybe about eleven, like the age Elise shows up as.” Mori was silent, and (Y/N) faced him with a smile that felt as threatening as Dazai’s. “Actually, the same age you abandoned her.” (Y/N)’s smile turned sharp. “Quite the coincidence, isn’t it?”

            Mori had a steely expression. “I don’t know what you’re implying.”

            “No?” said (Y/N). “I think Akira is safer in this city than she realizes.”

            Mori’s eyes narrowed. “You think you understand more than you truly do.”

            “No, I think I understand perfectly.” (Y/N) smiled. “And you understand too.” She picked up a wine glass and took a sip. “Have a nice night, Mori. Try to remember our discussion.” She paused. “And be careful. If I can see what you hide, I’m sure other people do. And as you said, other people aren’t as merciful as me.”

(Y/N) walked off and left Mori alone. He wouldn’t be trying anything against her just for having One Order’s obedience. He would be risking far too much.

            Mori’s eyes went to Akira and felt unable to leave as he watched his daughter smile and laugh with others. He hadn’t seen that in over a decade. Unbidden, his fist clenched his wine glass as Fukuzawa walked up to Akira and she brightened.

            (Y/N) was quickly joined by Dazai as she walked away from Mori. His gaze was sharp and flicked between her and Mori. It didn’t take a genius to know that the Port Mafia boss was most certainly threatening her. She got One Order to respond to her, after all.

            “Did he try anything?” said Dazai.

            “He threatened me,” said (Y/N). She smiled. “But he won’t be trying anything.”

            “Are you sure?” said Dazai. Mori was not one to be trusted in any way.

            “Oh, yes,” said (Y/N), smirking.

            “Did you threaten him?” said Dazai incredulously.

            “No, just pointed out that I know his weaknesses and that they mean he can’t try to hurt me,” said (Y/N) brightly.

            “You’re cunning. I like it.” Dazai put an arm around her waist and smirked fondly.

            (Y/N) chuckled. “Only you would be attracted by the idea of me basically blackmailing someone.”

            “Well, if it’s you, then yes,” said Dazai. He leaned in to give her a kiss, but a blur of red nearly threw him to the side.

            “(Y/N)!” chirped Akira as Dazai groaned and picked himself up. “Guess what?”

            “What?” said (Y/N). “You and you-know-who talked out your issues?”

            Akira scowled. “No.” She brightened again. “I got a job offer from Mr. Boss Man.”

            (Y/N)’s eyes widened in surprise. “You what?”

            “I’ve got an offer work at least part-time with the Agency,” said Akira. “Fukuzawa asked me a minute ago.”

            “What did you say?” said (Y/N) excitedly.

            “I said yes,” said Akira. “I think I want to try helping more people like you do.”

            (Y/N) nearly squealed in excitement and hugged Akira. “I’m so proud of you.”

            “Yeah, yeah,” said Akira, but she was just as excited to work with (Y/N), and she hugged her best friend just as tightly. “It’s just part-time, though. I can’t give up the bar, not after all I put into it.”

            “Of course not,” said (Y/N). “But I can’t wait to have you with me.”

            “We make a hell of a team,” said Akira, grinning.

            “Have you told Yosano?” asked (Y/N).

            “Akiko? No, I should,” said Akira. “But I’ll be back!” She bounded away, and (Y/N) watched in amusement.

            “All three of Mori’s kids or proteges are going to be at the Agency, hm?” said Dazai. He grinned. “He’s going to hate this.”

            “Probably,” said (Y/N), watching Akira tell Akiko in amusement. She glanced at Chuuya, who kept glancing from over with his people towards Akira. (Y/N) raised a hand, and There’s a Will; There’s a Way activated. She waved her hand, and a green glow subtly appeared around Chuuya and Akira. They were pulled from their places and bumped into each other.

            “Oh.” Chuuya stared at Akira.

            “Oh.” Akira glanced at (Y/N), knowing full well who had pushed them together. (Y/N) smiled encouragingly.

            “…You’re alright,” said Chuuya. He glanced over Akira as if searching for wounds. “I’d heard you were badly hurt in your fight against Fukuchi.”

            “I was,” said Akira. Her eyes returned to Chuuya, (Y/N)’s silent encouragement in her mind. “I heard you invaded Mersault.”

            “I did,” said Chuuya. “But I wanted to be fighting Fukuchi directly.

            “It did feel nice to kill him,” said Akira.

            “I’m sure he didn’t stand a chance,” said Chuuya, smiling.

            “Oh?” Akira felt an unbidden smile appear on her face.

            “You’re fierce and powerful. Anyone who fights you is bound to lose,” said Chuuya.

            “High praise from Port Mafia Executive Chuuya Nakahara,” said Akira.

            Chuuya winced at the drop of his job title. That was the rift between them, after all, her trauma with the Port Mafia and his lies about it.

            Akira caught (Y/N)’s gaze again, and she nodded at Chuuya. Akira paused and gazed at Chuuya, someone she truly cared about in a deeper manner than she cared to admit.

            “Do you want to grab a drink?” said Akira.

            Chuuya blinked. “You want a drink with me?”

            “I think I can put up with you for one drink.”

            An olive branch.

            “You do have good taste,” said Chuuya.

            “I know I do,” said Akira, a slight smirk on her lips.

            A second chance.

            Dazai and (Y/N) watched the interaction from across the room. (Y/N) smiled as she watched Akira and Chuuya sit down and pour a drink together. That was step in the right direction.

            “Huh. Akira and Chuuya,” said Dazai.

            “You’re not allowed to tease either of them,” said (Y/N), knowing exactly what her boyfriend was thinking.

            “I love you, my light, but I will absolutely be teasing them,” said Dazai. He grinned. “It’s just too good an opportunity to pass up.”

            (Y/N) chuckled and rolled her eyes. She leaned into his side, and Dazai held her close. This was how it should be. Her friends around her, happy and laughing. She was with Dazai, the man she loved. They were together.

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through the hourglass 86. brb x oc

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After dissolving the shock of Evelyn’s news - and of course accepting when she asked Beatrice to be her bridesmaid -their Halloween was pretty uneventful. Beatrice had a lot of fun, there were so many kids in their neighborhood that she just stood by the door as Rooster kept holding Nicole, smiling at his wife’s pure excitement.

He was glad they had a good day. He was glad he could go to work the very next day without worrying about Beatrice too much, he was glad that they had a wonderful night and the pep on his step was enough to make people look his way. 

He was just happy that they were on a fresh new stage in life.

“Sir!”

Rooster furrows his brows, hearing quick steps approaching him from behind, which makes him stop and turn to look at who it was. Faraday skids into a halt, the rubber soles of his boots squeaking on the floor as he salutes the higher ranking officer, “Sir! Good morning,sir!”

“Good morning,Faraday.”

Faraday smiles briefly as if he couldn’t believe that Rooster knew his name, “How is your day going,sir?”

Rooster blinks at him, “Fine.” then arches his brow, “How’s yours?”

“Good! Good!”

He doesn’t know why the young recruit stays there, looking at him still. It’s a bit uncomfortable. Rooster props his hands on his hips, furrowing his brows, “Anything I can help you with,Faraday?” he questions, “Because we both have things to do today,don’t we?”

“OH! Um, yes sir. I have a question.”

“Alright.” he waits for him to say something but Faraday is just staring…so Rooster sighs, “Permission to speak is granted, go on.”

Faraday’s smile widened and he nodded, his arms behind his back, “Is it true you and Captain Mitchell took down three birds in an old girl?” Faraday had a voice that made him sound like he was a radio host from the 1950s, he didn’t know if it was the slicked back hairstyle or the obvious New York accent - like a light version of Tony Soprano - but hearing those words coming out of the young recruit were actually funny.

Rooster chuckled, “Yeah. It is true.” he thought he already knew that, in fact he thought him and his friends knew that, he had no idea why he was asking that but the way Faraday was looking at him it was like he had just told him the lottery numbers. “Why?”

“That’s…so cool sir.” he mutters, “We all heard about it, you know? When it happened, and-and we all had a blast figuring out how everything happened! It’s…so cool. Really.”

Rooster just arches his brow higher with an amused smirk, chuckling quietly, “Well,glad to give you guys something to talk about,” he turns on his heel, “Take care, Faraday-” but the younger recruit rushes up to stand in front of him, flushed and still nervous.

“S-Sir,do you think that…one day…we’ll be able to meet Captain Mitchell?” he asks, “Me and the guys I mean. We know  he’s your uncle and–”

“I’ll see what I can do.” Now that made Faraday’s eyes widen and smile broaden. There’s a quiet ‘yes!” coming from behind him and Rooster turns his torso to see the other two recruits barely hiding behind a wall. He blinks, then slowly lifts his hand on a greeting which the other young men clearly weren’t expecting by the way they just looked at each other and silently disappeared from Rooster’s view. “Anything else?”

“Anything else- oh! How’s the ma’am and the little miss?” he asks and Rooster just looks so confusedly elated by the question that it takes a while for him to reply, “Are they okay?”

“They are fine,Faraday. Both of them are fine.” he smiles, thankfully so at the young recruit, “Thanks for asking,though. I really appreciate that.” and he did, he loved talking about his girls and knowing that the younger recruits wanted to know about them was really nice.

“Psst! Faraday!” he hears McAllister’s voice, the two of them turning to where he could see the young pilot cupping his mouth “Ask him if we can gift them something!” and he hid himself again…were they trying to be…quiet? But Rooster could hear everything-

“Oooh, right! Yeah, can we gift them something?”

Rooster looked between Faraday and the area where the other two were hiding for a few seconds, chuckling in disbelief, shrugging with a smile, “I–yeah, sure. Why not? I don’t mind it.”

“Nice!” Faraday even fist pumps, “Does the little miss have any allergies? Or anything?”

Little Miss, oh he had to tell Beatrice that one, “No, she doesn’t. But she is five months old, so stuffed animals aren’t really a good idea.” he was surprised how focused Faraday looked, cupping his chin in thought, nodding as he hears his every word. It was…strange but not that strange, it could be much worse, “And my wife likes pretty much anything, especially arts related stuff.”

“I told you!” 

“SSh!”

Rooster’s brow just flicked alongside his eyes to the sound of the other men’s voices, Faraday even pulled out his phone to type something in his notes, murmuring to himself, “Anything else?”

“Would you like something,sir?”

“Nah,I’m fine. Get my girls something nice.” he is surprised at how excited the new recruits are, he didn’t know why - maybe they just missed their own families, he knew one of them had a child…he had no idea which one though because he never asked. “Anyway,I gotta go now. See you guys around,” he turns to where the other two were hiding “All of you.”

“Bye,sir!”

Rooster rolls his eyes with a chuckle, turning on his heel as he walks away from them. He was glad someone else was having that much fun, he didn’t mind as long as it was harmless…and those boys were pretty harmless.

He looks down at his phone to check if Bea sent him a message, which she did, entering his office and locking the door behind him. There was a picture of her and Nicole, their baby daughter was lying on her stomach on top of the baby mat, Eleanor and Jack on either side of her with the white dog closer to the baby, her pink snout almost touching Nicole’s leg.

She’s smiling at the camera, some toys are close to her and he could see Beatrice’s legs curled away from the picture with Jolene’s head on top.

Bea (12:33)

She’s very happy today :) ! I think she enjoyed Halloween more than we thought.

Bea (12:33)

Oh,also, can I call you? There’s something I wanna tell you,Roos.

As if she even had to ask. He just typed yes and sat down on his chair, sighing and letting the leather deflate under his weight as he waited for Beatrice’s call. And she waits less than a minute, “Hey,gorgeous.” he smiles, turning his chair left and right with one of his legs, “Glad to hear from you on this fine morning.”

“Oh,shush, you.” she giggles on the other end, her feet touching the ground as she walks around the house “How is your day going,Roos?”

"Good, pretty good.” he smiles, “Remembering stuff that happened this weekend has been a good distraction.” Her pause from the other end was the only way he was sure she was blushing, followed by her quiet embarrassed chuckle and since he couldn’t get enough of her, he ended up chuckling to himself, “What do you want to talk about my gorgeous,gorgeous wife?”

“Stop, oh my god you are so awful.” his smirk only widens, “...anyway, I just wanted to share something with you.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, it’s something…um…well! You know how I had my reunion a few years ago?”

“Yes…?”

“Well…Hannah messaged me asking if I was going to the reunion barbecue they are going to have…and um…well,I said I didn’t know because I didn’t know they’d even do that.” he could hear her fiddling with something on the other end,maybe a glass of water “I mean why have another reunion? Was the other one that bad?”

Both of them said ‘probably’ and ended up laughing at their synchronization, “Well,do you wanna go?”

“I don’t know. It is in a nice place, nicely decorated…we can bring guests.” she messes with something else on the other end, “So…spouses.”

Rooster runs his hand through his hair, combing some of the sandy brown tresses back as he hears her. He’d go with her if she wanted to go, “Can we bring Nikki?”

“I don’t know, there will be...alcohol there.”

“When is it going to happen?”

“November. Like…middle of November.”

Rooster runs his fingers over his mustache, then holds his head up by the same hand, arching his brows, “Well…I don’t mind going with you if you want to go.” he says, “We can leave Nikki with your parents and if I’m not deployed I’m sure we can go, gorgeous.”

Beatrice was silent for a bit, sipping her water and walking back to where Nikki was - he smiled hearing their daughter babble happily to the dogs who undoubtedly were paying attention to her every word - “The last time I went…it wasn’t so bad. Me and Hannah talked a lot but…Eric showed up.” she hears his sharp inhale “It doesn’t mean he will again,Roos. Especially now.”

“Well,” he chuckles, rubbing his forehead, “Another reason for me to show up, don’t you think…by the way why did they want to do this again?”

“I asked Hannah and she has no idea either. She thinks…well…hm, she assumes it was because not everyone could join the last reunion or they all left early.”

“Sounds like a party.”

“It wasn’t that great. I think there’s also…um…the girl…I forgot her name not but she organized everything so perfectly that I think people got uncomfortable.”

Rooster swings on his chair for a little bit more, digging his boot’s heel on the floor to give him some leverage as he moves, the squeak of metal following every movement, “Understandable. Hey,I mean,” he shrugs even if she couldn’t see it, “If you decide to go,we’ll go.”

“Really?”

“Gorgeous,I’d do anything for you.” he smiles at her soft and quiet ‘aw’ “And if you want to do that, really want to do it I’m all for it.”

‘Okay…it’s just…sometimes I feel we do a lot of what I like and not what you like.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I-I don’t know,it’s just…well,we…we go out to do things I enjoy but very seldom we do things you like and- I-I don’t know,it’s something I thought about.”

Maybe it was the one thing that brought this conversation on so suddenly and she had no idea how to start without fumbling over her words. Rooster felt his chest flutter because how can someone like Beatrice be real? He is married to her and dated her and yet he still couldn’t grasp how thoughtful and kind she could be. With a hand on his face, his own cheeks flushing because of her, he just sinks on his seat a little bit more, “Gorgeous.” he begins, “I swear,I’ll figure out a way to kiss you through the phone.”

“...oh. Um…”

‘God,Bea…I love doing things with you.”

“Really?”

“Baby,yes,yes absolutely! I love going out with you and enjoying what you enjoy. Don’t think you are ‘forcing’ me to do things I don’t enjoy. Hell,baby I used to not go out at all or if I did it was with the guys and I’d go home quickly…I love being with you.”

“I love being with you too.”

“So if you wanna go to this barbecue thing,we can go. We’ll have as much fun as we can and we’ll have a good time…because I like being with you.” he hears her shy giggle and almost feels her blush through the phone.

“Okay…um…but,we can do something with you, next time.”

“Oh?”

“Well,I know you like fishing.” she begins “And camping…and so do I so! Maybe- well I looked some stuff up and apparently camping with a five months old baby can be fun! A-And Nikki will have a core memory…that she might not even remember when she’s older but, you know what I mean!”

Ah…he loved her.

Rooster just melted in his seat, slapping a hand over his heart and making a pained face - still smiling - “Gorgeous,I’d love that. You know I would…we promised to do that,didn’t we?”

“We did. You said it made you fall even more in love with me.”

“And that statement remains true.”

“I know…well…then I can tell Hannah we are going?”

“Sure thing, gorgeous. It’ll be interesting, plus we might need a better celebration.” he mumbles, still swinging back and forth, “I know you’d like that too.”

He had no idea what to expect from this…barbecue reunion thing but she sounded excited about it. And they could go camping after, that’d be more than fine to him too.

‘Oh, Roos.”

“Yes,baby?”

She pauses on the other end, “So…if you aren’t deployed in December…I was thinking we could…spend Christmas in Virginia.” she whispers it, almost fearful, “I…well, it’s because…wouldn’t it be important for Nikki to know some of her family’s history? We can take her to meet your parents.”

And Rooster was silent, silent and feeling so much all at once. He straightens himself, then leans over the desk to keep his head up as he takes in what she said. He didn’t deserve her, there was no way he deserved her because of course she’d suggest something like this. It took some time for him to gather enough composure and manage a response, even wiping his eyes a bit when he felt the sting coming from behind his irises, “Fuck.”

“You okay?”

“Fuck,I…I’m great.” he sniffles, shaking his head with a smile, “God,Bea…I love you so much,gorgeous. Do you have any idea how much?”

“I think it’s the same amount I love you.” and she’s smiling as she says it “Do you like the idea?”

“I love the idea. Hell yeah, let’s go there. Spend Christmas and New Years maybe?”

At his sweet suggestion all that Beatrice could do was laugh softly “I don’t see why not. Maybe we can choose that cabin from before, or something similar because we’ll take Nikki and the dogs with us.”

“I can do that…God Bea…thank you.” he whispers, “Thank you for suggesting it and I–” he looks down at his watch with a groan “...gotta go. Fuck, gorgeous I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay Roos. Just be safe okay? Have a good day, I hope you get wonderful news today! I love you,so so so much!” Nicole babbles in the background “So does Nikki!”

He chuckles, holding his head up with his free hand, “I love you too, both of you…bye gorgeous.”

“Bye,Roos.”

As she ends the call he just drops the phone and cups his face with his hands, a dreamy smile on his face, “...I might just ask her to marry me again.”

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That was way easier and better than I ever thought it could be. And sweet. Sweet and just so natural, like his kisses and his touch. Like the love I felt for him. Like the love he felt for me.

✦ summary: Dave and Nore find solace in each other and cave to their desires in the chaotic aftermath of a drunk driving accident.

✦ on this chapter: NSFW!!, dave mustaine x female!oc, oc is cliff's cousin, +18, language, slice of life, drinking, drunk driving, car accident, vomiting, a little bit of hurt/comfort/praise, fluff, unprotected sex, mxf sex (explicit), oral sex, fingering, alcoholism/drinking issues

✦ a/n: this is a completely new part aaaand it's really explicit so keep it in mind if you're going to read it! also, since every chapter is named after a song, i made a playlist on spotify with all of them, you can listen to it while reading or just to get in the story's mood, it's right here and i will update it every time i post a new chapter. hope you like it, feedback is welcome ❤

✧ the sin I bring, called ecstasy ✧

Alright, whose brilliant idea was it to let a drunk driver take the wheel? 

Definitely not mine. 

Honestly, at that moment, it didn't seem like we had much of a choice. We were all wasted by the end of the day. We needed to get back home, and none of us had enough cash for a taxi ride from Joe's place to ours. A stumbling Lars volunteered to be the designated driver, and surprisingly, no one objected. We even cracked some jokes about the potential disaster, had a few laughs, and that was the end of it.

I don't think anyone was laughing now, though.

We stared in pure horror at the wrecked van. Lars had managed to crash it into a damn wall! Thankfully, nobody got hurt, and we were just a stone's throw away from home, but that didn't make things any better. Dave and Lars were fighting, Leanne was losing her shit, and I wasn't faring much better. My head was spinning, my breathing getting faster, and a rush of adrenaline sent panic coursing through my veins. Everything was spinning. I knew I had drunk too much. I knew I was bound to puke sooner or later. But at least I hoped I could hold it together until we got home.

I crawled over to someone's lawn and pretty much emptied my guts.

"You okay?" a voice chimed in. I glanced up and met James' blue eyes. He seemed somewhat sober, probably because he had passed out for most of the later part of the party, but I knew he was still pretty drunk.

"Do I look okay to you?" I grumbled, and he cracked up. I scrunched my eyebrows. Barfing my guts out was bad enough without an audience, but having someone witness the spectacle made it a whole lot worse.

"Maybe it's best if you go home if you're feelin' like shit. But you don't know the way, huh?"

"Does anyone here feel good? We’re all wasted and screwed with this accident. I'm surprised no one in this neighborhood has called the police yet."

"Yeah, maybe they will. Then we'll be even more fucked, right?" He laughed again and plopped his ass down on the sidewalk, keeping a safe distance from my vomit puddle. I had noticed it earlier, but he got really annoying when he was drunk. I focused on my trembling hands, trying to regain my composure. Take a deep breath, I reminded myself.

"What's going on?" Dave's slurred voice chimed in as he stumbled over to us. "Nore, what the hell happened?" 

I looked into his brown eyes, and they seemed to suspiciously fixate on James, as if he could somehow be to blame for my sorry state. I wondered what he thought was happening.

 "I was..." I gestured towards the puke pool, then spun around to continue unleashing the remnants of my stomach. Oh, lovely. 

He approached, all his focus on me, pushing my hair out of my face and gripping my waist to keep me steady. I leaned into his frame, grateful for the support, my heart still racing from the crash's adrenaline rush. My stomach wasn't faring any better; now that I'd expelled everything, an uncomfortable burning sensation was spreading through my belly.

"I think I've had too much to drink," I grumbled, fully aware of how my voice slurred and dragged. "How the hell are we supposed to go home now?" 

He glanced at the wrecked van and let out a resigned sigh. 

"Cliff's trying to borrow a phone from someone nearby to call a taxi. C'mere." Dave slung his arm around my shoulders and guided me towards the sidewalk next to the van, where Lars and Leanne were already planted on the ground. He helped me settle down beside them. He seemed a bit more composed now, but who knew if he was actually sober or just trying to hide his own level of intoxication. 

I plopped my ass on the pavement, my head spinning and my stomach doing somersaults. Somehow, I managed to hold back the urge to hurl this time. He sat down beside me, shooting me a concerned look.

"You look like hell," he remarked, and I burst out laughing, instantly regretting it as a pounding headache hit me. I groaned, wincing, and covered my face with my hands. "Come here." He pulled me close, letting me rest my head on his shoulder.

"I called a taxi for the girls and got hold of Joe. He's coming to help with the van," Cliff chimed in. "But we need some folks to stick around here and wait." 

"You, me, and Lars can hang tight," James suggested. "Nore and Leanne are not feeling well. Dave can take 'em home." 

Cliff glanced at me, clearly realizing how sick I was. He squatted down next to me and ran his hand through my hair in a soothing gesture. 

"Bit too much to drink, huh?" he asked, and I grumbled in response. "It's okay, go home and get some rest." 

I nodded, hiding my face against Dave's chest. Cliff settled down beside Leanne, doing his best to soothe her as we waited what felt like forever for the cab. Finally, it arrived, and Dave, Leanne, and I hopped into the car. The driver dropped off Leanne at her place, and Dave hopped out to make sure she'd be alright while I stayed put. When he returned, he took the seat next to me in the back.

"Feeling any better?" he asked, and I nodded, leaning my head on his shoulder. He gently stroked my thigh, sending a pleasant shiver through my skin.

When we got back home, I hopped out of the car and headed straight to the bathroom while Dave took care of paying the taxi. I quickly brushed my teeth to get rid of the nasty taste in my mouth and splashed some water on my face. The vomiting had sobered me up, but my head was still pounding like crazy. Dave walked into the bathroom, holding a glass of water and a pill in his hand.

"Got this for you," he said, offering the pill. "You know, to help with the headache."

"Oh, thank you, Dave," I whispered, grateful for his thoughtfulness. I took the pill and swallowed it with the water, letting out a sigh. I couldn't help but notice how my hands were shaking slightly.

"You alright?" he asked, coming closer and gently stroking my face, unsure of how to comfort me. "You've been on edge since the accident. I mean, yeah, it was a total mess, but we're all safe now... Back home, no harm done."

I sighed. The accident had triggered more than just nerves and panic in me. The aftermath was just a tiny part of a much bigger turmoil in my head.

"It's just... This wasn't my first car accident. I guess that’s why I got so nervous," I confessed, and then looked into his eyes. He stared at me intently, his hand moving from my face to my lower lip, his finger tracing the curve of my mouth slowly. My body heated up, suddenly aware of the closeness between us. I let out a sigh, deciding to open up and share what had been troubling me. "Last year, on my 18th birthday, me and my friends went out to celebrate. We got wasted, and when it was time to call it a night, I was the one behind the wheel... Ended up crashing the damn car." I blinked, realizing my eyes were getting watery. It was strange. I had never talked so openly about this with anyone; I felt so ashamed, especially after getting kicked out of my own house. I just hoped Dave wouldn't hate me after hearing all this. "I got hurt. And I hurt my friends too. Dave, I... I'm not the good girl you think I am. I've fucked up big time." 

"And does that matter?" he whispered, his face inching closer to mine. His eyes were serious, and I could feel his breath brushing against my lips. "You’re not a bad person because of that, Nore. And I love you... Your past doesn't mean shit. I love who you are right now."

I locked eyes with him, a shiver running through me as he leaned his hands on the sink, one on each side of my body. He was so close that it made my heart race. And there it was — the electric charge that sparked every time he got too close, the tension building up deep in my gut whenever he touched me. I lightly brushed my fingers against his lips, my breath hitching with anticipation, and let out a soft sigh as he kissed me. Our tongues danced slowly together, his hands gripping me so tight against his body that it was almost painful. 

He broke the kiss to swiftly yank off my shirt, and a little gasp escaped my lips as he started kissing my neck, sucking gently and leaving love bites all over my skin. I felt his fingertips trailing lightly over my back, sending tingles down my spine, until they reached the clasp of my bra.

I flinched suddenly, feeling my face burn and my breath quicken. He froze.

"You want me to stop?" Dave asked, his voice low and husky, a concerned look on his face.

"No," I whispered, looking into his eyes. He stared at me, seeming a bit unsure for a moment, before gently stroking my face.

"Come here," he took my hand and led me to my room. My heart raced as he closed the door, leaving the lights off, and pulled his shirt off, kissing me again. His skin felt hot against mine and my breath hitched as he sat on the bed, pulling me onto his lap. I straddled him, my knees on either side of his hips, and let out a sigh as his lips went back to exploring my neck.

His hands went back to my bra as he removed it slowly. I shivered as I felt the cold air against my skin and even more when I saw the way he looked at me. He lifted his eyes to look at mine, his gaze clouded with anticipation while holding me firmly in his arms. I giggled when he lifted me effortlessly, laying me down on the bed and positioning himself on top of me. He traced the outline of my nipple slowly with his fingertips, making me breathe deeply.

“Dave…” I whispered, and let out a quiet whimper when he sucked on my nipple, his tongue circling it slowly. I moaned, feeling my whole body on fire while he sucked on my breast leisurely, his hand grabbing my hip strongly. He grumbled, a low and satisfied sound, and the vibration of his voice against my skin sent shivers throughout my body.

His hands gripped me tightly on the hips, so strong that I squirmed, a low moan escaping from my throat. He bit my nipple lightly, massaging it with his tongue, and I couldn’t help but moan louder. It hurt a bit, but it was so good that I never wanted him to stop. He did it again on my other nipple, his tongue savoring every inch of my skin while I buried my fingers in his soft hair. His lips explored my skin slowly, kissing and licking and sucking on my breasts, my collarbones, my neck; I knew my skin would be covered in purple marks the next day, but I couldn’t care less. 

When he pulled away, he held my chin in his hand, making me look at him. His eyes were intense and hungry, and they seemed as lost in gazing into mine as mine were in his.

"If I hurt you, you have to tell me," he spoke softly, his hand caressing my cheek slowly.

"Okay," I whispered in response.

"Promise me," he asked, lightly kissing my lips. I nodded.

"I promise, Dave."

He nodded, his eyes serious as he unbuttoned my pants. I helped him take the rest of my clothes off quickly, letting out a small sigh when he saw me naked for the first time. He ran a hand through his hair, pushing it away from his face, looking somewhat stunned as his eyes roamed over every inch of my skin. I slowly caressed his chest with my hand, tracing the outline of his collarbone with the tips of my fingers. He brought a hand to my hair, gripping it firmly before leaning over me and kissing me on my lips again.

I whimpered when he grabbed my thigh with one hand, opening my legs and then touching my pussy, caressing it slowly, making my whole body shiver. I lost myself in his gaze, admiring his faintly flushed cheeks, his lips slightly parted while his eyes looked into mine. I moaned softly when he penetrated me with one finger, and then another, moving them slowly inside of me, exploring me at such a cautious pace that it bordered on tortuous. 

“Does it hurt?” he asked in a husky tone. I shook my head to assure him it didn’t, my lips slightly parted and my face flushed, and moaned when he moved his fingers inside me. He let out a soft laugh. “Fuck, Nore… You’re so beautiful.”

He leaned in, kissing my neck, his lips gently tracing the contour down to my shoulder and collarbone, leaving a trail of small kisses as he went down and kept moving his fingers leisurely inside me, in and out while he curled them softly. I closed my eyes, tilting my head back when he pressed his tongue against my clit, his hot breath tickling my skin. 

“Oh, Dave…” I moaned, holding onto his hair with one hand. He chuckled softly, seeming to take delight in my reaction, his breath quickening against my skin. I felt my own breath quicken while I enjoyed the combined pleasure of his fingers and his tongue, my legs shaking lightly as my back arched and I moaned. 

He reduced me to a trembling mess of moans and whimpers as his tongue explored my pussy slowly, sucking and licking my clit while his fingers moved inside me, my whole body on fire as I felt the knot of pleasure in my womb grow tighter and tighter. I let out a muffled cry when he stopped, his mouth coming back to mine, his fingers slipping out from inside me and leaving an uncomfortable emptiness that pulsed, yearning for more. I groaned in protest, almost begging for him to touch me again.

“Wait… Just a bit” he whispered while taking off his pants quickly. He gripped one of my thighs, lifting my leg while laying down on top of me. I melted into a breathy moan when I felt him start to penetrate me slowly, and flinched a little as pain and pleasure intertwined inside of me. “Nore…” he moaned, nuzzling my neck, his erratic breath against my skin as I wrapped my legs around his hips with a low moan while my body adjusted to his size “Ah…” 

I moaned when he started moving carefully. Any pain I felt was slowly giving way to the pleasure of feeling his sweaty skin against mine, his lips kissing me greedily, his fingers intertwined with mine as they pressed my hand against the mattress, and him, inside of me, making me feel things I didn't even believe were possible to be felt until then.  

He pulled away a bit, still moving slowly, and my eyes met with his. I knew by his expression that he wanted to devour me. That he was holding back, because he didn’t want to hurt me. But I wanted more of him, too; I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, allowing him to penetrate me deeper. He moaned softly, his control over himself faltering while his hand gripped my hip and he pushed hard inside of me. It was so good, feeling his warm body against mine, his fingers digging into my skin as we lost ourselves in each other.

He started moving faster, his breath becoming more erratic as he let a few muffled moans escape from his lips. I let him hold me against his body, the pain now completely forgotten as the pleasure of having him inside of me invaded my body, the knot of pleasure growing in my womb until it became almost unbearable.

“Nore, I’m so close…” he whispered, his voice almost pleading as he buried his face in the curve of my neck, one of his hands gripping my hair tightly while the other supported his body.

I couldn’t answer, I couldn’t even think straight while I closed my eyes, allowing his lips to explore my skin, the constant rhythm of his movements increasingly intensifying the knot of pure ecstasy growing inside me until I moaned loudly, feeling the pleasure inside of me become unbearable under his touch, allowing my orgasm to run through my whole body, making it spasm and contract. He grunted, shuddering and holding me even closer when he couldn’t stand it anymore and reached his high, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he came inside of me. He sighed deeply, his face hidden in my neck while he caught his breath, my own breath shallow, my eyes closed as I felt the warmth spreading through my body in waves.

That was way easier and better than I ever thought it could be. And sweet. Sweet and just so natural, like his kisses and his touch. Like the love I felt for him. Like the love he felt for me.

Dave let out a sigh, rolling off my body and snuggling up next to me. He pulled me close, and I hugged him tight, burying my face in his chest, soaking in the smell of his skin and his cozy warmth as I relaxed. His lips on my forehead and his hands caressing my back were the last things I remembered before falling asleep in his arms.

#ada writes fanfiction #heartbreaker fanfic #metallica #megadeth #james hetfield #dave mustaine #cliff burton #lars ulrich #metallica fanfiction #dave mustaine x oc #dave mustaine fanfiction #nore burton (oc) #hello hello hello it's heartbreaker day!!

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Stress Reliever

Haley Dunphy x fem oc reader(Eva Bennett)

warnings: MDNI, smut. fwb, oral, fingering, toy use, overstimulation, angst, coarse language, quarrelling/fighting. idk how this idea came about, but here you go.

In which Haley claims that y/n is a purely physical ‘stress reliever’. Chaos ensues.

Like clockwork, Eva would show up to Haley’s house twice a week- on Wednesdays and Sundays usually. That’s when the pair was both free. Sometimes more, though. She wasn’t too sure how she got herself in this situation, but here she was, hooking up with her best friend. It started as a joke- Eva didn’t expect her to be okay with it. But of course, with her living in the basement of her parents’ house, meant that noise was out of the question.

Today was Sunday, so she made her way to Haley’s as usual. Not like anyone really cared- Eva was a senior in college, old enough to take care of herself and make her own decisions. She simply let her Mom know where she was headed, and she was off. Standing on their porch, Eva rang the doorbell. Alex answered the door. “Oh, hey. Haley’s doing homework in her room.”

“Okay, thanks.” Eva nodded, pursing her lips together as she walked past Alex. She said hi to Claire as she headed downstairs.

“Haley?”

“Come on in.” She said, Eva entered, closed the door and locked it.

“You’re late.” She spun around in her swivel chair.

“I wasn’t sure if I wanted to come.” Eva admitted.

“I’m sorry?” Haley asks, almost as if she was offended.

“Did you forget that just last week, your Dad asked about us and you called me a ‘stress reliever’?”

“It’s just sex.” She said almost too quickly. You felt your blood begin to boil.

“Yeah, but you shouldn’t have shared our business with anyone?”

“They leave us alone now, don’t they? Why are you mad about it? That’s what we agreed on- no strings attached.”

“I’m your best friend. Shouldn’t you care about how I would feel when you basically told your whole family we’re sleeping together just for the heck of it?” You retorted.

“…I- I’m sorry.” She says after some silence, she rolls her chair closer to Eva and practically yanked her down to her level to kiss her, “I shouldn’t have.”

“Damn right you shouldn’t have.” Eva said into the kiss. ‘Shit!’ Eva whispered.

“Let me make it up to you, hm?” She caresses Eva’s cheek, breaking away from the kiss for a second.

“Can I ask you something before we do that?” Eva questioned, breathlessly.

“Yeah.”

“Are you seeing anyone?”

“No. No one.” She tells her, backing her up onto the mattress.

“Okay. Me neither.”

“Okay.” She hurriedly slid Eva’s shorts and underwear off, tossing it somewhere in the room. Seconds later, her t-shirt joins them. Eva did the same for her, right before she flipped her over to switch positions. Things escalated very quickly. This certainly wasn’t their first rodeo.

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“Haley, wait up.” Claire stopped her once she enters the front door.

“We have some questions for you.” Phil chimed in.

“What?” Asked Haley, cautiously.

“Not that we don’t like her or anything, but why has Eva been over so much more than before?” Claire began.

‘Oh, God.’

“Nothing. We just got closer.” Haley lies.

“Really?” Phil asks.

“What are you two implying?”

“It’s just that we heard some things…”

“What things?”

“A couple days ago. Alex heard…sounds coming from your room that’s making me think that you two are something…more.”

“No one was home the day before, what the hell?”

“Alex came home early. I told her to check if you were home. And clearly, you were- even though you said you’d be out.” Claire added on.

“Okay, fuck it.” Haley snapped, “It’s just stress relief, alright? Purely physical. Ya happy? How is it any of your business anyway? Can you leave us alone now?”

Haley hurried off to her room without hearing their responses. Not even a minute later, Eva was practically hammering her door down, “Haley?!”

“What?”

“I heard all of that.”

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“Can’t believe you ignored me that night.” Eva scoffs.

“I fucked up, okay? I’m sorry about that.”

“Whatever, yeah.” Eva’s hips bucked as the kiss deepens. “Can I take off your-”

“Mhm.” Haley replies, starting to remove each article of her clothing as Eva helped.

They got each other off and just went about their day, no questions asked. Except today, Haley convinces Eva to take a break from her homework and take a walk with her. “Why?”

“I said I was sorry.”

“So…?”

“Must you be so annoying about this?”

Eva scoffs, “Annoying? Oh, my God. Haley- I cannot believe you would say that about me. I made myself come over here today even though I shouldn’t have. You basically threw my face away and made me seem like a slut to your family. When all I wanted to do for the past month was to muster up the courage to tell you I like you!” With that, Eva tries to run away from Haley but the other girl caught up to her anyway.

“Wait!”

“You don’t like me that way, and that’s fine. I just need some time away from you to get over it.” Eva pushed herself off her and got dressed. She stops her, “No- wait!” “Do you even remember what you did the other night at Charlotte’s party? You convinced me to go and then you just decided to kiss me and not say anything? Acting like nothing happened?”

Haley remembered- she was just avoiding that topic.

“I’m leaving. We shouldn’t even be friends anymore. Sorry doesn’t fix everything, Haley.”

Haley didn’t know what to say…words were caught in her throat as a painful lump formed. So she just left her go, watching as the sight of her became smaller and smaller, seeing the door close, hearing her footsteps depart.

It kept Haley up at night, what she said. Haley knew it was wrong of her to lead Eva on but she couldn’t admit it. She couldn’t admit to herself that she was gay. Overnight, the two became strangers…not acknowledging the other when they passed by the other in the halls at school. Each time it happens, it stung Haley’s heart, just as it does Eva’s but she couldn’t carry on being just friends with the girl- she wanted so very badly to Haley hers, but it didn’t seem possible.

With each passing day, it became easier to coexist. Eva thought she’d went numb- that was the only explanation for it. If she kept thinking about her (she actually did), she wouldn’t driven herself crazy. Was she going crazy? Was this it? “I gotta talk to you. Now.” Haley grips onto her wrist, startling her. “Let go of me.” Eva spoke harshly. “Now.”

“No. We have to talk.” Haley insists. The final bell of the day rings and Eva begrudgingly follows the brunette’s lead.

“Okay, talk.” She yanked her wrist free, “Still nothing?”

Haley’s face definitely showed that she was sad- heartbroken, even. “I’m really sorry for what I did-”

“Yeah, I’ve heard this before, Hales.”

“Before I say anything else stupid,” Haley takes a deep breath, “I like you too. I can’t let my own fear of what people think of me once they know I’m gay, make me lose my best friend.”

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“The hell are we going?” Eva asks as Haley sped away from the school parking lot.

“To finish what we started the last time we saw each other.” Haley says, gnawing on her lower lip, “Somewhere that we’d have complete privacy.”

“Huh.” Eva raised a brow. “Still a little mad, honey. You’re gonna have to give me more than that.”

“I figured.” Haley shrugs as they pulled to a stop at a stop light. She reaches into her bag she’d tossed into the backseat. “We’ll start here. Put this on.”

Eva laughs in disbelief, “My God, you actually- I did not see this coming.”

“We’re just getting started.” She winks. Seeing that the windows were tinted, Eva felt pretty comfortable having to put the vibrator on. But was she ready? Not yet. “Yeah, I’m gonna need a little help here.” Eva admitted. “I’m driving.”

“I’ll wait.”

Closing the door and hurriedly locking it. “Do we still want to use that now?” Haley asks, referring to the vibrator. “I don’t see why not.” Eva shrugged as she gets pushed up against the wall by Haley. Her lips were not wasting a single second, covering every inch of exposed skin with a kiss. Eva couldn’t take it- she needed her, bad. Every single moment spent away from Haley had her fantasising about what they used to do.

“I don’t think we need it.” Haley chuckles as they broke away, reaching her hand down into the front of Eva’s shorts, pulling them down. Haley watches the string of slick get pulled out along with your underwear, a proud smile now plastered on her face. “Couldn’t wait…baby?” Haley’s hands caressed her back before returning to run a stripe up the juncture between Eva’s thighs. Eva lets out a yelp that lets Haley know she was right. “Feels so damn good to call you that and know that it means something now.” Haley whispers.

That gave Eva crazy butterflies in her stomach, easily making her feel like she was going to go insane if she kept teasing her. “God, Haley. What are you-” Eva was interrupted by Haley’s tight grip on her thighs.

“Be patient.” Haley whispers, “Be a good girl for me, hm?”

Haley licks her cunt teasingly, just shy of the entrance, causing a yelp to emit from her mouth. “Here’s what we’re gonna do. You’re not gonna come until I say you can. And until you’re close, I’m gonna be using just my mouth and my hands. The toy comes in later. That okay with you?”

Eva mumbles incoherently causing Haley to smack her on the ass, “Use your words, otherwise I’m not touching you.”

“Okay, yeah. That’s fine.” Eva lets out a strained response, watching Haley’s hand travel down her side. Satisfied, Haley slowly backs Eva onto the mattress and told her to lay down on her back. “Look at me, sweet girl. Look at me.” Haley hums, tilting her chin up. “Okay.” Eva inhales sharply as she watches Haley straddle her, lowering herself down onto her torso. “You feel that, babe? How wet I am for you?”

“Yeah.” Eva nodded, hands reaching out to grab Haley’s face and kiss her hungrily.

“Uh, no.” Haley chuckles, “You just lay there and look all pretty for me. I’ll do the work.” With that she began to leave a trail of kisses from her jaw all the way down to the middle of her torso. Then, she moves herself further down so she could get to work on her cunt, her fingers traced the mount gently, as though dancing on the sensitive area. Eva feels another rush that stops in between her legs, drawing out a whine from her lips.

Haley’s fingers starts to circle Eva’s clit teasingly slowly while watching her arousal grow and grow by the second. Plunging her middle finger into her, Eva curses. A string of profanities proceeded to come out of her as Haley kept at her pace, eventually slipping in her pointer finger smoothly. Eva’s eyes were barely open or in focus at this point. Haley literally forced her to keep them open. She could feel herself approaching her climax insanely quickly. Planting a gentle kiss on Eva’s clit, Haley pulls her fingers out, almost fully when she feels Eva clenching around her fingers.

“Shit! Haley-” Eva groans, frustrated.

“I know.” Haley crawled her way back up to kiss her on the lips, her teeth barely grazing Eva’s lower lip and giving it a pull. “You’re close. Aren’t you, honey?”

Now with Haley’s ass in her face, Eva helps her get out, fucking her cunt with her tongue, causing all sorts of obscene noises to fall from Haley’s lips and right into her ears like her favourite song. It spurred them both on, determined to bring the other over the edge first. But of course, Haley being the one with the vibrator in her hand- won. “In a second, I want you just let it all go, okay?” Haley requested, not giving the other girl anytime to respond. It barely presses onto Eva’s clit and she unravels, making a mess on the bed that Haley couldn’t care less about. Tears that were pricking at Eva’s eyes also fell at that moment, the relief and pleasure she was feeling made her see stars.

“Keep going, baby. Keep going.” Haley says.

Eva did her best to pick up her pace but having a second climax was making it so very difficult. Haley soon unravels too, with Eva adding her fingers into the mix. But Haley doesn’t stop, her tongue continues to attack Eva’s swollen, sensitive clit, making her cry. “Want me to stop? You can just say the word, my love.”

Eva shook her head.

“No? Alright.” Haley smirks, easily coaxing orgasm number three out. Her back arches right as Haley got off her and held her legs open for easier access.

“Okay, okay.” Eva panted, “That’s good, yeah. Okay, stop.”

“Okay.” Haley stopped immediately when she was told, wrapping Eva in her arms, “You did so good, baby.”

Eva smiled, dazed, “God, I love you.”

“I love you more.”

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a/n: this took me like, 4 days and i’m still not happy with how it turned out. but okay, it’s done, i guess.

#modern family #haley dunphy #lgbtqia #wlw #reader insert #drama #smut #friends to lovers #original character

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Hi Peb, responding to your 'get help'!

(((I made a separate post for several reasons. Lately, if I reblog something with extra content, it's just ignored. Also, this content has dirt on it. Lemons. NSFW. I wanted you to choose whether or not you want to be associated with it and how you want to get the tags right 😅))))

Ah, I'm sorry to hear that you're going through tough times! How is it that bad things always seem to happen simultaneously? I certainly feel you on the first topic though, right now I'm under a pile of blankets with covid as well. Tough mf.

We all sometimes need a pat on the back (or a bottle of red wine to share 🥲) so I do like this idea and dug through my Hux x OC fic for something shareable (because in all honesty that's the only content I have 🙃)

So… have this partially unfinished and unreviewed smutty chapter, that I won't be publishing this year anyway, because it’s so far up my fic no one will remember I shared this today 😅

(Oh stars, I think this is the first time I'm putting smut out in the open, and it's not even romantic, it's pure horny filth mainly for the ginger general's pleasure … but I'm too exhausted from corona to care 💁‍♀️💁‍♀️💁‍♀️ )

Tagging the moots, in case they're horny for Hux: @liminalpebble, @mylifeisactuallyamess , @morby - let me know if you want in

Wourd count: about 2 500

Tags/warnings: Hux POV, in universe but kind of AU if you read this separately, established relationship, Hux x female!OC (called Miko), hints of dom/sub relationship, boobs, dry humping maybe?, oral (m!receiving), a shoe.

Let me know what I forgot, because I most certainly did forget something (hence, corona)

'H, we got an issue on the eastbound production line' Miko said, barging into his office and suddenly standing next to his desk.

Armitage skeptically looked up from his datapad, not amused by her lack of discipline. Still… he thought he would never have to admit it, but he was getting slightly used to it. The annoyance towards her unprofessional behavior had dwindled, now only a minor hindrance and thus making him able to focus on the reason she stumbled inside his office in the first place.

"Lieutenant, at ease." He said, although it wasn’t like she was standing straight up anyway. "Please explain. Slowly. "

Miko nodded, but the way she pulled up her eyebrow made it clear she wasn't having any of it. Stars, each time she was besting his authority she was encouraging him to find ways to fuck her and he wondered if she was doing it on purpose or even by reflex.

She swiftly provided him with an overview of various calculations, clearly visualized on her datapad, while she was elaborating on the numbers with her usual passionate style.

Hux didn't hear what she was saying though. Although he was watching her lip movements closely. And the way her chest heaved when she took a breath in between her rambling. Hmm, he'd love to free up some time in his busy schedule to open the clasps of that uniform and feel how warm and pliable her breasts feel today.

Miko stopped her exposition. "You aren't listening, are you." She stated, setting up a pouting face and her right hand on her hip. He knew her enough to assume that the disappointment was at least exaggerated, at best staged. He also knew how to turn that disappointment into something much more pleasant.

"You’re distracting me, Lieutenant. " Miko turned a quarter when she laid down the datapad before him. She switched hands, planting her knuckles on her other hip. She frowned. "Distracting you? This is kind of urgent, otherwise I wouldn't barge into your office and disturb your heavily stuffed planning like this." He could swear she was mocking him now.

She sighed, waving her free hand towards the datapad on the table and ticking on the graphs. While doing so, she leaned on his desk and he could smell the champoo on her hair - of course she wasn't using the regulated one - and a hint of the tea they shared this morning.

"Still, you know what your lack of manners and disrespect do to me." He hissed, turning his desk chair and sliding her way. Miko looked back to him in bewilderment. Did she really not expect him to make a remark like this? She frowned for a second.

"Apologies, sir, for speaking before my time. " she then quietly said, blushing and turning her gaze towards the ground. He didn’t miss the flicker in her eyes, though, signaling Hux she was more than happy to play along. Stars, he never was sure if she did these things on purpose in the first place.

He did want to get that uniform open now, just a little bit to feel if he could make her moan with one hand in, kneading her tits and making her nipples get stiff between his fingers.

Outstretching his right leg, he locked his foot behind the back of Miko’s knee, coercing her to come closer. Hux hips had sunken more towards the end of the chairs seating now, making him lay back a bit. She followed his unspoken directions with baby steps, the closer she got the more blush apparent on her cheeks.

As she was standing in between his legs now, he raked his long fingers over the side of her figure. He could spot how she pulled in her lower lip, biting it as if it could stop her from breathing heavily, betraying she needed his touch.

He chuckled, he deeply appreciated the way she played her part right now. It was still a mystery to him how she could just… be who she was to him.

"I'm not sure if I can just accept those apologies. But I am in a good mood. Can your eastbound issue wait for another 15 minutes?" Miko only nodded. "Good. Because I'm going to solve another problem first." He whispered, pulling her closer by the neck clasp of the uniform. She had to bend her knees forward and he made sure her upper legs reached the chair, right before the center of his pants. The next friction created by her leg moving was no coincidence though, it made it clear to him she was aware of the boner in his pants and how she was more than willing to do something about it.

But first, he wanted to open up that uniform just enough to see her nipples come out and give them some of his treatment, while still some of the skin remained locked in fabric.

He pulled her closer even more, planting a kiss on her lips, the kind of kiss that is making her want more by the way she tries to pull on his lips. But he wasn’t going to give her those yet. He still had a firm grip on the collar, making sure she couldn’t steal away any extra kisses. The soft but needy complaining sound that escaped her lips, made him chuckle.

His other hand found a way to the clips of the uniform, expertly opening it up from under the collar to right under her breasts. Keen on reaching his target, he slipped his hand inside, pulling up the tank top she was wearing underneath. Still holding her by the collar and enjoying the way she looked bothered and desperate for another kiss, he cupped her left breast, fingers sliding between the fabric of her bra and her warm skin. The way they moved made him knead them a single time, before pulling down the bra and exposing her skin to the cold air.

Seeing her facial expression change to something even more needy, almost animal like, was his new favorite thing. While he was most certainly doing this for himself, pleasing her always gave him that extra rush to the head. Lately, in the afterglow, it made him realize that he would do anything to keep her by his side.

He repeated the process on the right side, this time taking in how both tits looked out in the open and if it was matching his recent visualization. Gods, he loved the sight of how tense they stood, all restrained through the fabric and the cold air. Matching the pout on her face.

He pulled her closer by the collar again, contemplating if he should kiss that cute pout from her face or not. Her feigned disapproval had proven to give him more inspiration before.

"H., s-sir… we really do have an issue in the eastbound.." she breathed into his ear, stopping mid-sentence due to the soft pinch he performed on her nipples. While he should probably credit her for not leaving out a sound, he relished in how he could control her like that.

He pushed her back, letting her neck go, making her stand up so he could appreciate the sight. The minute he saw realisation dawn on her features, she became to blush even more. "Lieutenant, how come that you always have such a lood mouth, but somehow this is the only way I can make you feel-"

BLIEP, the comm on the desk did, making Hux snap out of it and Miko have the strangest reflex he ever saw in a human: she dived right onto the floor, hiding from the visual receptors of the holocomm device. Hux sighed, turned his chair towards his desk and pressed the accept button to answer the call. He had made it clear he only wanted to be interrupted for urgent matters only, so he could not ignore the call.

"Better be something important, Captain." He started with a snide. He could hear Miko giggle from beside him and he almost rolled his eyes.

The problem with captain Gavin is that he thinks every gossip that happened in his department was of utmost importance. Another problem is that Hux, while higher in ranks, could not simply replace him yet. Drawbacks of running a mid-sized business compared to a complete fleet.

He sighed, annoyance apparent on his face, but still having a hard dick under the desk and a Lieutenant on all fours, tits out, next to him.

He subtly rolled his desk chair to Miko’s side, sliding his foot towards her and halting it right in front of her. He then moved his toes upwards twice, the leather of the boot making a scratching sound, to signal her to come closer. He saw her nodding in the crook of his sight, eyes wide, expressing she got the message. On hands and knees, she silently started crawling towards his foot. While Hux feigned interest in Gavin, he reached further and lower with his leg, the calf of his foot first touching her right boob, then making her crawl closer even more until he could settle his foot in between her legs.

Making sure her head remained under the line of sight from the desk, he turned back in forward position so she slided on his foot, under the desk. "Captain, explain to me why you're not wasting my time.", he asked the holo. Said captain resumed his reasoning while Hux tried to remain as boring looking as ever, while stars he could feel her grind on his shoe right now.

If there was something he really wanted to see, it was the sight of his favorite Lieutenant (the only Lieutenant he favored), half naked but still in uniform, riding his shoe and enjoying it very much. Sadly, he couldn't afford looking down right now, so he just had to imagine her boobs bouncing, her pants getting soaked and the leather of his shoe getting stained. He'll wear the mark throughout the remainder of the day with pride, something his old self would forsake him for.

Gah, he needed some depressurising for himself, and resume with what he had in mind before he got the holocall.

He subtly brought his hand down, fingers stretching and probing for contact with the only person he could trust down there. Almost immediately, he found her hair and pulled it closer in between his legs. That was enough for her to interpret the silent order correctly and get to work on his belt, all the while Gavin rattled about modulators and wrong versions and disgraces and what not.

Hux wasn't sure his face remained stoic the moment she slowly licked the head of his dick, making sure no precum got spilled. What he was sure of though, is that his right leg bumped the underside of the durasteel desk as if it was hit by lightning. That would sting later.

She had pleased him with blowjobs before, so the sensation itself wasn't new, although each time it felt as heavenly as before. That's why he knew she was taking whatever she would get, the wretched woman loved to turn him inside out whenever she could.

But this setting, with Miko under a table and he himself having to concentrate on acting like he was interested in captain chippy? That was completely new and more of a challenge than he had anticipated.

When he felt her make little circles with her tongue, obviously having fun and trying extra hard to make sure he won't forget this particular session, he automatically clenched his fists. He pulled her hair, and she took the action as encouragement, taking him in her mouth completely and slowly sinking down towards the base. Fearing this would be too much to handle all the while making the holocall, he brought his free hand up before his mouth, trying to hide the scowl that was forming. When she reached her limit, she started to go up again, sucking with all might and making him see stars. As soon as he felt the turn in her movement on his cock, he commenced curling his fingers and pressing his fist against his lips, to make sure he wouldn't start panting in front of the camera.

Soon, she started pumping his dick, following the rhythm she knew he enjoyed all too well, and he had to stop his hips from tensing and stretching. By a thousand suns, why was she so good at this?

"General, I'm sorry to disturb you, but have you seen Lieutenant Ylena? We have an issue in the eastbound sector and she wanted to be informed of the process." Sergeant K interrupted captain Gavin during his boring plea. Hux had to focus on the conversation again, now that two of his subordinates were in view of the holo. A daunting task considering how much underpressure she was putting on his cock right now - he could imagine the dimples in her cheek. Oh frack, he needed to answer now, so he pulled her still with the grip he still had on her scalp. Miko immediately stopped, but didn't let him go though, applying the littlest of pressure and letting him know that this game works both ways.

Hux sighed and answered the men in the holo: "I've just heard her, she's on her way up to me for some other matter. I'll send her over once I'm done with her."

Shit, she was definitely chuckling on his dick now. Then, she started doing little short sucking motions on the head of his cock, sending him to new heights. This conversation had to come to an end now.

"Captain, sergeant, I propose we end this debate right now and I will see to it that Lieutenant Ylena will be at your department as soon as she can," he blurted out, way too fast for his doing but he just needed to close the communication line and stop her from using her mouth and driving him to his peak so soon. In the meanwhile, he had come up with other plans.

He pressed a button and the holo disappeared. Now that he could move more freely, he brought his other hand down and stroked her filled mouth: "Shush, I still want you on the desk my little Lieutenant." He said with a crooked smile while pulling her back from his cock at her hair. "Get up while I lock the door. This time I will not be disturbed while I make you feel exactly how hard you made it for me. "

#general hux smut #general hux x oc #armitage hux fanfic #general hux x you #star wars fanfiction #lemon #generalginger #this is my username for a reason #I'm kind of anxious right now though