#and the burst/spark effects

[bixels]

not explaining myself and im glad the new sonic racing game looks fun but all the footage of it looks like this to me.

[skzophreniic]

⍣ ೋ cw: explicit sexual content, oral sex, overstimulation. pussydrunk!jisung, bestfriend!jisung

It’s almost 1 a.m. and you’re both still wide awake—half-slouched, half-curled on Jisung’s bed, the glow of his laptop screen flickering shadows across the room. The horror movie he picked is objectively terrible—low-budget effects, scream-heavy soundtrack, and a villain in a mask that looks like it was bought at a gas station. But he’s watching it like it’s peak cinema, one arm propped behind his head, the other busy fishing popcorn out of the massive bowl balanced between you.

“You cannot be serious,” you mutter as a girl on-screen runs straight into a shed full of clearly dangerous tools. “She just watched her boyfriend get blendered and thought, ‘Yeah, let me hide next to a wall of chainsaws.’”

“She’s resourceful,” Jisung says with a straight face.

You shoot him a look. “She’s an idiot.”

He shrugs, grinning like a little shit. “That’s what makes her relatable.”

You snort. “That’s what makes her a red smear on the floor in five minutes.”

There’s a beat of silence, and then a truly absurd scream echoes from the laptop speakers—over-the-top, guttural, too long to be taken seriously. You burst into laughter, nearly knocking over the popcorn as you double over.

“Was that supposed to be scary?” you gasp.

“It was art,” Jisung says, trying to sound offended, but he’s laughing too, his head dropping against your shoulder.

The two of you dissolve into giggles, your bodies leaning into each other like it’s instinct, like it always is. It’s comfortable—too comfortable. You've spent enough late nights like this to know the rhythm by heart. Banter. Touch. Teasing. But tonight it feels… off. Not in a bad way. Just different. Quieter, maybe. Slower.

The movie plays on, forgotten. The popcorn ends up on the floor somewhere between your third round of arguing about which horror tropes are the worst and the moment he lets out a dramatic sigh and flops sideways onto the mattress.

“Okay, real talk,” he says, staring up at the ceiling. “You’re trapped in a haunted house with a killer clown. What’s your move?”

You blink. “Why’s it a clown?”

He shrugs. “It’s always a clown.”

“I’d cry and accept my fate.”

Jisung laughs. “You wouldn’t even try to fight back?”

“I can’t fight a clown, Jisung.”

“What if I was the clown?”

You glance over at him. He’s lying on his side now, propped up on one elbow, watching you with that same dumb sparkle in his eyes that makes everything he says sound like a dare. You match his stare.

“Then I’d definitely accept my fate.”

His smile cracks wider, but he doesn’t say anything. Just watches you, that playful light in his eyes softening by degrees. The shift is subtle. Natural. You barely notice how the space between you gets smaller—how your knees brush under the blanket, how his fingers toy absently with the frayed edge of your hoodie.

His fingers are still fidgeting with the hem of your hoodie when the tension in the air snaps.

You don’t know who moves first. Maybe it’s you. Maybe it’s him. Maybe the air between you just catches fire and you both lunge toward the spark.

One blink, one breath, and then his mouth is on yours.

No warning. No pause. Just heat and pressure and everything happening at once.

Your brain flatlines.

Jisung kisses you like he’s starving—like the silence cracked something open and he couldn’t hold it in a second longer. It’s not gentle. It’s not sweet. It’s clumsy and urgent and real, and you gasp into it, eyes flying wide before fluttering shut.

Your hand fists in his hoodie before you can even think about it.

And for a moment, it’s chaos. The kind that’s been building for weeks. Maybe longer.

His fingers are in your hair, your legs tangle under the blanket, and it’s impossible to tell who moves first, who deepens it—just that neither of you stop.

Jisung jerks back like he’s been burned, chest heaving, lips slick and red, eyes blown wide with panic.

“Shit—I—fuck, I didn’t mean—” He’s breathless, already pulling away, already regretting it, voice cracking. “That was stupid. I’m sorry, I—god, I shouldn’t’ve—”

You grab him by the collar and haul him back down.

No room for second thoughts. No space for guilt.

You kiss him like you want to erase whatever apology was about to fall from his mouth. Your fingers tangle in the back of his hair, tugging just hard enough to make him groan—and then he’s kissing you again, harder, like you flipped a switch he didn’t know existed.

His body presses flush against yours, hips slotting between your legs like it’s instinct, like he needs to be closer. His hand finds your waist under your hoodie, fingers trembling as they grip your skin.

You bite his bottom lip and he gasps—this desperate, broken sound that shoots straight down your spine—and then he’s grinding against you like he can’t help it, like he’s chasing the friction without thinking.

A shudder wracks through him the second his hips roll down, like the contact alone scrambles his thoughts. His hands flex on your waist—like he wants to stop, like he should stop—but then you rock up against him, and any restraint he had vanishes into thin air.

“Fuck,” Jisung chokes, voice rough, forehead dropping to rest against yours. His breath fans hot across your lips, shivering and uneven. “You—” He swallows hard, hips stuttering against yours. “You can’t just—”

“I can’t just what?” You whisper, tilting your head so your nose brushes his.

He groans—frustrated, desperate—and surges forward, capturing your mouth in another breath-stealing kiss. It’s messier this time, all lips and tongue and teeth, nothing careful about it. His hands slide up your waist under your hoodie, fingertips pressing into bare skin like he’s mapping out something sacred.

Your thighs tighten around his hips, and he hisses through his teeth, a whimper slipping free before he can stop it. “Oh, my god—”

The words break off into a moan as you rock up into him again, the friction making your head spin. He’s hard already—you can feel him, pressed thick and throbbing against the heat between your legs, barely separated by layers that feel more and more unbearable by the second.

“Fuck—fuck—” Jisung pants, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “I swear, I just needed—just for a second—” But he doesn’t stop moving, doesn’t stop grinding down against you, his entire body trembling like he’s strung too tight.

“You’re a liar,” you whisper, voice wrecked, hands scrambling at his hoodie.

Jisung nods against your skin, barely coherent. “I know—fuck, I know—” He gasps as you rock up against him again, hands spasming on your waist like he’s barely holding on.

You’re both a mess—panting, flushed, desperate, but it’s not enough. Not nearly enough.

Jisung pulls back just enough to look at you, lips swollen, pupils blown wide. His hands slide down, fingertips tracing the bare skin of your thighs under the hem of your hoodie. “Please,” he breathes. “Fuck, please let me—” His voice breaks off into a whimper as he presses an open-mouthed kiss to your jaw, then another, dragging down toward your neck. “I need to taste you.”

Your stomach flips, a heat blooming low in your belly that makes you arch up into him. “Jisung—”

“I’ll be good,” he rushes out, mouth brushing your collarbone. “I’ll make you feel so fucking good—just—please.” His fingers dig into your thighs, thumbs stroking over sensitive skin like he’s trying to soothe you even as he trembles with need. “I—I need to—” He swallows hard, exhaling shakily against your skin. “I need to have you on my tongue, please.”

The way he begs—raw, unfiltered, desperate—it makes your head spin. He kisses his way down your throat, mouthing at your pulse, his breath heavy and uneven against your flushed skin. His desperation is palpable, pouring into every kiss, every trembling touch.

You can barely breathe, your fingers tangling in his hair as he trails lower, lips ghosting over the dip of your collarbone, then lower still. His hands push at the hem of your hoodie, shoving it up with an urgency that makes you dizzy.

“Please,” he whispers again, lips brushing just above your ribs. His voice is wrecked, hoarse with need. “Please, baby, let me.” He presses an open-mouthed kiss to your stomach, tongue flicking against your skin, and you swear you feel your pulse between your legs.

You whimper, arching into his touch, and his grip tightens. “Jisung—”

He groans at the sound of his name, like it’s unraveling him completely. “I wanna make you come on my tongue.” His voice is thick, slurred with need, hands sliding down to squeeze your thighs. “Wanna taste you—wanna feel you—” He nuzzles against your stomach, breath hot and uneven. “Need you so bad, baby, please.”

Your head tilts back, a shaky exhale slipping from your lips. The way he’s begging, pressing his need into your skin like a prayer, has you aching. “Then do it,” you breathe, fingers tugging at his hair. 

He lets out the filthiest sound, something between a moan and a whimper, before he’s slipping lower, hands dragging your thighs apart, lips trailing a burning path down your body.

Jisung doesn’t waste time. Doesn’t hesitate. Doesn’t even pretend to think about what this means.

He just moves.

One second, he’s mouthing at your stomach, breath hot and uneven against your skin. The next, he’s yanking your shorts down in one rough motion, taking your panties with them, groaning the second you’re bare beneath him.

"Oh, fuck—" His voice is barely there, just a breathy rasp as his hands splay wide over your thighs, spreading you open like he needs to see, like he’s been dying for this longer than he even realizes.

And then his mouth is on you.

You barely have time to process before he licks a broad, desperate stripe up your slit, groaning so deep it vibrates against your skin. It’s not tentative. It’s not slow. It’s hungry—messy and uncoordinated, like he can’t pace himself, like the taste of you just wrecked him on the spot.

"Holy shit—" Your head slams back against the pillow, breath punching out of you. "Jisung—"

He doesn’t respond—doesn’t even slow down. He just moans into you, burying his face deeper, tongue flicking, lips sealing around your clit as he sucks with an obscene, wet sound.

He’s getting off on this.

You can feel it—the way he grinds into the mattress, rutting against it like he’s the one being touched, like eating you out is sending him to the fucking edge. His hands tighten on your thighs, fingers flexing like he’s trying to memorize the way you feel under him.

"God, you taste—" He cuts himself off with another groan, eyes fluttering shut as he laps at you, tongue dipping inside, drinking you in like he’s never going to get another chance. "So fucking good—so perfect—"

You gasp as his lips close around your clit again, sucking hard, the pressure making your entire body jolt. "Sungie—fuck, oh my god—"

He whimpers against you—actually whimpers—hips stuttering against the bed, getting himself off just from this, from the sounds you’re making, the way you’re trembling beneath him.

"Shit, you’re so wet," he groans, pulling back just enough to breathe, lips slick, pupils blown. "I can’t—fuck, I need—" He surges forward again, sucking your clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue in a way that makes your back arch.

You’re close. Too close.

"Jisung— I’m—fuck, I’m gonna—"

"Do it," he pants against you, voice wrecked. "Come for me, baby, please—please, wanna taste it—wanna feel you—"

That’s all it takes.

Pleasure slams into you like a live wire, your body tensing before shattering completely. You come with a sharp cry, thighs shaking against his grip, head tilting back against the pillow as waves of heat crash over you.

But Jisung—he doesn’t stop.

"Oh my god—" You jolt as his tongue keeps moving, dragging over your oversensitive clit, his lips sealing around it like he’s determined to wring every last drop from you. "Ji—fuck, I—”

He just moans against you, messy and desperate, tongue fucking into you, one hand slipping down between his own legs to press against his cock, grinding into his palm like he needs the friction.

"Too much," you gasp, trying to push at his head, but he just shakes his head, groaning against you like he’s lost in it, like he can’t stop himself.

"Can’t," he breathes, barely pulling away. His lips are red, wet, eyes completely dazed. "I can’t stop—fuck, I don’t wanna stop—" He licks another filthy stripe up your slit, groaning like he’s savoring it, like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.

His fingers press into your thighs, dragging you closer, keeping you spread for him as his tongue flicks over your clit again—relentless, messy, focused like he’s on a fucking mission.

"Fuck—fuck— Jisung—" Your legs shake, hips jerking against his mouth, overstimulation hitting you hard, but he loves it. Soaks it in. Feeds off it.

He’s panting against you, his own hips grinding down into the mattress, chasing relief he’s not even fully aware of. "Please—please, again—" His voice is wrecked, lips dragging over your slick skin. "Just one more—wanna feel you come again, please—"

He drags two fingers through your folds, groaning when he feels how fucking wet you are, before pressing them inside—curling just right, working in sync with his tongue, pushing you toward a second orgasm so fast it makes your head spin.

"Come on, baby," he begs, eyes wild, desperate. "Please—please, I need it—wanna taste it—"

And then you’re gone again.

The second orgasm rips through you, even harder than the first, your whole body shaking, breath punching out of you as your back arches off the bed.

Jisung moans as you come, tongue lapping up every last drop, fingers still fucking into you, hips still grinding into the mattress like he’s about to come just from this.

Only when you physically push at his head does he finally—finally—pull away, panting, lips swollen, chin dripping.

"Fuck," he breathes, voice ruined, eyes hazy. "That was—" He swallows hard, shaking his head. "—so fucking hot, holy shit."

You can barely move. Barely think.

And Jisung—he looks wrecked. Completely undone. His hoodie is bunched up around his waist, his sweatpants pulled tight over what is definitely a very hard, very leaky problem.

He licks his lips, still catching his breath, and then—

"Shit." His expression shifts. Clears. Reality slams back into him all at once. His eyes dart up to meet yours, and you both realize—fuck.

This just changed everything.

[writers-potion]

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[ditzyrafe]

— bf!rafe using a vibrator on u in public

warnings — mentions of a vibrator, fingering, car sex, lewd language

a/n — @slut4you (this is your ask, i accidentally deleted your message i'm sorry😭)

the low thrum starts deep inside you, a sudden, secret vibration against your most sensitive inner walls. you jump, your spine straightening instantly against the plush restaurant chair, heart leaping into your throat. across the table, rafe's eyes glint with wicked amusement, his smirk telling you everything you need to know. his hand is conveniently hidden beneath the table linen.

"is there a problem, baby?" he mouths silently, feigning innocence.

heat floods your face, a betraying flush you pray isn't visible in the dim lighting. the vibration pulses inside your pussy, every nerve ending seems to spark awake, acutely aware of the foreign object nestled inside you. it feels huge, loud, even though you know it's neither. the knowledge that it's there, humming away while strangers sit just feet away, is suffocating.

you shift slightly, trying to alleviate the direct pressure, but it only makes the sensation more pronounced. the paranoia of people knowing what's happening mixes dangerously with a burgeoning arousal, a slick thrill tightening low in your belly.

"s-stop it," you manage to whisper, leaning forward slightly, trying to shield your expression.

"why?" rafe whispers back, leaning in too, his voice a low caress that sends shivers down your spine. "afraid someone might notice how much you like it?" his thumb must move on the remote because the pattern shifts — short, sharp bursts now, targeting that spot that makes your breath hitch and your toes curl inside your heels.

the meal passes in a blur. rafe talks about his business, and you think that he'd stop his antics. but he doesn't. he dials the vibrator up and down seemingly at random, teasing you, keeping you perpetually on edge but never letting you reach the peak. by the time you'd finished, you'd turned into a trembling mess, a desperate ache settled low in your belly.

"ready to go, baby?" rafe finally asks, signing the bill with haste. the vibrator gives one last, strong pulse as if in agreement.

the walk to the car is torture. every step sends waves of sensation through you from the device still nestled inside. rafe slips an arm around your waist, pulling you close, his thumb brushing knowingly against your hipbone. he unlocks the car but doesn't open your door immediately. instead, he steers you around to the back passenger side.

"get in," he orders, his voice low and rough now, the playful tone gone, replaced by raw demand.

the moment the door clicks shut behind you both, plunging the backseat into relative darkness, he's on you. he doesn't bother with finesse, just pushes you back against the seats, hiking up your dress impatiently.

"been waiting all night for this, haven't you?" he growls, his fingers replacing the vibrator's hum now as he pulls it out, shoving it back in slightly to tease you. when he finally takes it out of you, you whimper. his touch is instantly more effective, knowing exactly where to press, how to stroke. he finds your clit immediately, rubbing firmly, while his other fingers dive into your slick heat.

"rafe, please," you gasp, arching off the middle seat, the built-up tension from hours of teasing making you ridiculously sensitive. the cramped space, the lingering public thrill, his demanding touch — it's overwhelming.

he doesn't need more encouragement. his fingers move with skilled urgency, stretching you, stroking rhythmically, hitting that perfect spot again and again. the pressure builds incredibly fast, a frantic climb after hours held simmering. you clung to his shoulders, muffled cries escaping your lips as he drives you relentlessly towards the edge.

your orgasm rips through you with violent intensity, a shattering release that leaves you gasping and trembling against the leather seats. he holds you tight through the aftershocks, his fingers still buried inside you, letting you feel the last echoes of pleasure before finally, slowly, withdrawing. he leans back, breathing heavily, a look of dark satisfaction on his face in the dim light filtering in from the streetlights.

"told you i'd take care of ‘ya. but now you gotta take care of’me, baby."

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[thewatcher727]

Writing Description Notes: Eye Contact/Eye Movements

Updated 26th May 2024 More description notes

Three sets of eyes honed in towards him.

Everyone collectively shifted their gazes towards him.

His eyes widened like they were about to burst.

His eyes widened like saucers.

Humor was twinkling in his eyes at the irony of the situation.

Emotionless eyes contrasted with charged words.

His gaze parted from hers.

She caught his gaze with hers

He glared daggers.

Her eyes were fierce, but still reflected compassion.

Her hilariously wide eyes.

Ensnared by a pair of eyes.

Jane bore down on her friend with her sharp eyes, but surprisingly the glare had no effect.

A flash of frustration creased her brow and sparked in her eye, letting him know that his sound wasn't appreciated.

Their eyes trained on each other and silence swept over them.

His golden eyes dissected her, seeming to examine every quirk of her expression.

He could feel her gaze cutting into him.

Once again, he turned back to her, and was rewarded with just a small smile and her warm eyes.

His sky blue eyes veiled towards the large window claimed by the freezing temperatures.

His eyes burned into her, the fire intent on destroying whatever it could catch but she was ready for it this time.

His eyes scoped out the make-shift battle ground searching for something, anything that could help him out.

Their stares remained interlocked, neither of them making a move to look away.

His golden eyes shone in the dim light, reflecting every insecurity within him.

Amusement danced in those green eyes.

Her gaze flitted between their blanket and him.

Shielding her eyes on instinct, Jane recovered with wary blinks.

Red optics bore into her widened, watering eyes.

He gave John a sidelong stare.

His optics settled on Jane as she raised her fist with cheer.

The stare was of one hurt and buried, as if they feared being vulnerable more than the cold reality they had manufactured and serviced.

His stare was as uncomfortable as a chorus-girl corset and had the same effect on Jane’s breathing, constricted and shallow. There was no life behind those eyes. Every move he made betrayed his intentions and none of them were noble.

His eyes searched hers, looking to find some shred of... emotion in them.

He rolled his eyes, a nonverbal expression of exasperation.

[amphitriteswife]

Heir

Pairing: Emperor Geta x wife reader

Warning: nsfw content. Also he’s hairy because i say so okay. You are too because it’s normal to have hair there. I’m bad at smut. Idk squirting ig

Summary; Geta was thinking about having a child after you once held one in your arms, unknown that he was experiencing baby fever.

Note: i’m seeing the movie next monday aaaaaaahhhh and it got cringe to write this sorry🥲

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Geta walked up to your chamber, he had just gotten back from visiting another temple. This time the temple of Juno. He had visited Venus last week and found that it was pretty effective. His cape was dragging on the cold, flat tiles. He hadn’t seen in you in a while even if you were his wife. It was common for you to spend your time occupied with something or with someone else. It’s not like you hated him, no. He knows that you love him and only him. But the duty of the empress calls just as often as the duty of the emperor. The last time he had seen you was when the both of you sat in the throne room, you holding a baby and giving your blessing to the little one. He doesn’t know why, he really doesn’t. But that interaction had sparked something in him. You were holding the baby so gently, and it looked up at you as if it could feel your gentleness. The way your eyes held a soft gaze, something you only shared to the peasants and children. You looked so motherly that it made him wonder: what would it be like if you indeed had a child? Ofcourse he knows that such a thing is not an easy task nor job.

He knows that in the early staged when the two of you were just newly wed, that you didn’t want any children. You found it to be too soon. Too much work. He knew your stance on it. It meant your life was now about the child on top of being and empress and wife. There was going to be a lot on your shoulders if you indeed had his child. But apart from that, it also raises the discussion of the baby being a boy or a girl. Most would think that a boy would be the ideal child, it would take over his legacy and conquer more land. It would be a good emperor and continue his bloodline. Yes it always had been like that. But girls are cuter, and he can’t deny that girls usually seem to be daddy’s children. Besides he has his brother who counts as a child…having a girl doesn’t seem so bad…men just exaggerate. Yes. They’re just dramatic. Baby girls are cute. Geta snickered to himself as his mind wandered to images if him holding a baby girl in his arms, brushing her hair and her smiling at him. She’ll be so cute! But…his mind also wandered to images of having a son, teaching him how to use a sword or spear…making sure he turns out into a great man, husband and emperor….oh gods on mount Olympus help him. He can’t decide. He wants both. They’re both so cute. So little. His heart feels as if it’s about to burst. Geta’s footsteps came to a halt, his eyes wandering over you. You were eating pomegranates…it made him sigh. You always had a fixation on Proserpina and Pluto. Many often even feared to speak their names yet here you are, eating the fruit they symbolize. But then again, it’s not like he doesn’t know you. It’s such a you thing, being so daring. It makes you sexy. He noticed that you were reading something. Probably about taxes. At least that’s what he assumes. His eyes lingering on your stomach…he feels weird, did you notice him being weird too?

‘What are you staring at emperor?’

The question made him let out a stunned sound. He hadn’t realized that you were looking at him while he was staring. Did you notice something? Should he tell you? Yes, he should. It’s making him feel very weird and he really wants it. Besides, it won’t hurt to have a conversation about it right? Yes you had your stance but maybe you changed your mind? After all you had grown to love him and he loved you back. Perhaps you shared his desire to have a child? It won’t hurt to ask. He walked over to you, his heart a pumping a little faster, he didn’t necessarily feel nervous…just a little…scary. His hands fumbling a little with his cape as he sat down next to you on the sofa. Placing your legs in his lap and rubbing your them.

‘Empress…do you have a moment?’

‘Yes, speak your mind emperor.’

‘I wish to have a child with you…i am uncertain as to why i suddenly feel this way, but it has been on my mind for quite a while. I do not expect to have one right away. But i would like to actively try for one.’

Your silence made him a little nervous. Did you not feel the same way? He doesn’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want to. It’s just an idea…an idea that makes him feel very aroused and made him lay awake for many nights. He feels embarrassed, embarrassed that his mind is filled with such scenarios. He wants to try for a baby. Oh my gods he wants to have a baby. He has to make one…which means he has to has sex with you! His expression turned a little shocked. He totally hadn’t thought about that. The two of you never did it before. Venus help him! He can’t take this!

‘Emperor? Hello? Emperor! You look like a gaping fish!’

‘Ah- uhm sorry i was thinking about…stuff.’

‘Oh…okay…but to answer your question, i had been thinking about the same thing.’

The room was filled with the sounds of pleasure, mainly Geta’s voice overpowering any other. Even the sound of skin coming into contact with one another, his hand’s were holding your hips, moving along with your figure going up and down in an unsteady rhythm. He knows that you’re doing it on purpose. He knows it, you’re trying to make him come first. The many rings around his fingers felt cold against your skin, making you shiver when they moved along with you. Geta watched as he saw himself disappear into you, he could feel the wetness of your pussy staining his ginger pubes. His lips came unto contact with your neck, licking along side it and sucking onto your skin, he took his hands away from your hips and instead wrapped your arms around you. His mouth dry from the moaning and groaning, geta’s fingers reached for your folds, his lips pressing onto yours as he rubbed his fingers against your clit. His middle finger flicked against your clit, rubbing and stimulating it until he felt a sudden gush of warm liquid against his hand and a strangles of moans from you. Geta smiled and grabbed your face with his other hand, making you look back at him and pressed his lips against yours, the insides of his mouth invading yours. His eyes focused on the wet spot on the bed.

Geta moaned in your mouth before pulling away. He flipped you on your back, pulling your legs over his shoulders and leaning into you. His hands grabbing his heavy cock and gently pushing the tip inside of you. His voice was deep and hoarse when he whispered in your ear.

‘There we go…shhh…it’s okay…I’ll make you feel good okay?’

He moved slowly, only letting the tip enter your body and holding you steady, his voice laced a little with concern. He patted your pussy with the tip of his fingers. The soft and gentle touch to your sensitive clit making you groan a little.

‘Are you holding on my empress?’

He chuckled when you nodded at him and placed another kiss onto your lips. Geta hummed in your mouth and gave you a wink, his other hand stroking your hair. You’re holding on so well. You deserve a reward.

‘Think you can take it all? We’ll do it slowly okay?’

[bombsonboard]

metal arm brrr

Summary: Every problem needs a solution. Bucky just isn't the biggest fan of yours.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Tags: Fluff in the highest degree, old married couple, Swearing (It's Bucky, duh)

A/N: I just needed to give you guys something, it's been too long since i've written on here and you guys are the best :) I've barely checked this over so I apologize for any typos.

*****

“Can you stop moving, please?” 

Bucky Barnes half asleep is not someone you want to mess with. The first time you shuffled he had hardly made a sound, the second you were met with a low grumble (a warning you knew well) and the third strike, he was thirty seconds from kicking you out of the bed. 

When Bucky had finally learnt to sleep in a bed again, mostly thanks to you, he steadily became a big fan of his beauty sleep and god help anyone who ended up disturbing him. He had a lot to catch up on. Once, you had violently shaken him awake because his phone was ringing and when he heard Sam on the other line, you were deemed a ‘sleep thief’ for a week and a half after. Bucky Barnes was a bitch when it came to his sleep. 

You usually wouldn't have any complaints about being in his vice grip but it was January and the nights were still cold and having a boyfriend with a metal arm meant that you were held to him with an ice cold grip around your waist. When the Summer came, it was a life saver, your own personal refrigerator but you still had a good few months to go before you were hanging off his arm everyday. 

“Sorry.” You mumbled and tried to convince yourself you were comfortable without another word.

Nope, can’t do it. You shift again. 

“You’re kidding- what is it?” He pulls away from you and sits up on his elbow, glaring, he dares you. “Go on.”

With the most innocent doe eyes you could muster you slip your bottom lip between your teeth and debate the argument you could spark when your gaze slips to his vibranium arm in the semi darkness.

He doesn’t miss a thing, you’ve come to realize.

“I swear if you say-”

“-It’s cold! I’m cold! It’s just too much cold!” You burst, arms flailing in desperation. 

“It’s my arm! You said you wanted to sleep on my left, this is my left arm, nothing I can do. Okay?”

“There has to be something.” You search the room for solutions, briefly lingering on the sock drawer. 

“Oh yeah, sorry, let me just take it off.” Bucky grunts, dripping with sarcasm. 

“...If you could?”

“Seriously, fuck you.” 

Bucky falls back into his beloved pillow, eyes shut and wishing he has chosen a partner that let him sleep peacefully, then again, why would he want that when you exist?

“Look, either come to the other side or deal with it.” 

Silence finally reaches your bedroom and Bucky is deeply in dreamland while you lie awake, scheming away. 

In the early hours, you slip out of bed without a sound and make a beeline for the sock drawer, knowing you had some old pairs of slipper socks stuffed at the back. Scissors in hand, you snipped off the toes and smiled at the D.I.Y leg warmers. Oh, he was gonna be mad. 

With nearly medical precision, you held out the slumbering Bucky’s arm in front of you and one by one, slid the fluffy socks up the freezing metal until it was sufficiently covered. Thanking the universe, he was a pretty heavy sleeper, you shuffled back under the covers and happily wrapped the soft arm back around your waist. 

You slept like a lamb after that.

*****

When the morning came, you woke up before him like usual and briefly left him to his own devices as you made coffee, two mugs sitting on the counter beside each other. 

Through the wall, you faintly hear the rising of the soldier before heavy footsteps quickly storm in your direction.

“The fuck is this?”

You look up to see him in the doorway, and find yourself the subject of a stare that would send millions running. Not you. The multicolored socks lined up his arm kind of softened his hoped effect and you had to stifle your laughter. 

“A solution?” You shrug.

“No.” He points at you with his flesh arm accusingly “Nu-uh. This? This is not how we solve things.”

“Is it not? I’m really digging the rainbow on you.” The giggle you had tried to push down had spilled over.

“You’re a fucking menace.” 

The giggle now a full bodied laugh that had you clutching at your chest as you were overcome with the image of your big, scary, ‘world’s most deadly assassin’ boyfriend glaring daggers at you while donning the most fluffy and most colorful socks up his arm.

Bucky was fighting a grin with all his might, your laughter was like an ugly disease, incredibly contagious, hard to avoid, and annoying.

Something soft hits you in the face and you halt your hysterics as you peer at the slipper sock now at your feet. Lifting your gaze, Bucky is smiling smugly, and working a second sock off his arm. 

“Bucky!” You yelp and duck under the counter as the rainbow sock flies in slow motion over your head. 

You probably shouldn’t poke the bear but-

“Y’know, for the best shot the United States army had ever seen you sure do miss a lot.” You taunt from your hiding spot.

When there's no response, you make a break for the couch and get shot squarely in the forehead.

“Say that again.” He dares with narrowed eyes.

“Okay, truce. Truce!” You raise your hands in surrender. 

“Say sorry for last night.” The pink ball of fluff in his hands, a deadly fate, and you’re consigned to concede

“I apologize for last night.” You sigh, approaching him with caution “Now, it’s been ten whole minutes and you still haven’t subjected me to your obscene morning breath.”

He beckons you with his head and you happily plod over, throwing your arms around his neck. The kiss is sweet, and full of promised mornings to come.

It’s welcomed by you. Until you feel the coldest thing known to man, his left arm, writhing under your shirt and sending immediate shivers down your back. 

“Bucky!” You screech and his strong laughter descends on your morning with malice.

Desperately wiggling out of his hold, you escape to the bedroom and yell from your stronghold:

“That was an act of war James Buchanan Barnes!”

[libingan]

— captain snugglebear.

there is something so funny about calling a very masculine man the cheesiest and corniest petnames

SORRY IT TOOK ME A WHILE TO POST ANYTHING IM ACTUALLY SO EXHAUSTED LOL

the bar was quiet, bathed in the warm glow of dim pendant lights and the soft hum of mellow jazz playing from a dusty speaker in the corner. it was the sort of place people came to for conversation, not chaos, and the perfect spot for task force 141 to unwind after a long mission.

soap was leaning back in his chair, a pint of ale in hand as he recounted a story to gaz, who chuckled quietly, his own glass half-empty. ghost, as always, was a quiet presence, seated at the end of the table with a small tumbler of whiskey, his posture relaxed but ever watchful. price was at the center of it all, one arm draped over the back of his chair, his beer untouched for now, his gravelly laugh filling the air as he chimed in here and there.

the door swung open with a soft creak, and you stepped inside, scanning the room until your eyes landed on the familiar group. you couldn’t help but smile when you spotted john, his cap tipped low, his commanding presence impossible to miss even in a setting as unassuming as this.

you strolled over, casual and easy, but with just enough pep in your step to signal that you had something planned. john caught sight of you first, his lips twitching upward in a small smile, but the moment you reached the table, you decided to crank things up a notch.

“hi, my precious sugarplum,” you greeted in the sweetest voice you could muster, sliding up next to him and placing a hand on his broad shoulder. “did you miss me, my wittle cuddle-muffin?”

the effect was immediate. soap froze mid-sip, choking on his drink as he struggled not to burst out laughing. gaz blinked at you, his eyebrows shooting up in disbelief, before a wide grin spread across his face. even ghost turned his head slightly, giving the impression that if anyone could make him break his stoic demeanor, it might just be you.

price didn’t even flinch. his jaw tightened slightly, and he exhaled through his nose, but he remained calm, setting his beer down with deliberate care. “really, love?” he muttered, his voice low and laced with exasperation.

“oh, don’t be like that, snugglebear,” you cooed, leaning in closer, unbothered by the amused stares of his team. “i just couldn’t resist saying hi to my lovely babycakes.”

soap couldn’t hold it in any longer. he wheezed, slapping the table as he laughed, his voice cutting through the calm of the bar. “captain—babycakes?! och, that’s bloody brilliant!”

gaz joined in, shaking his head as he grinned. “mate, you’ve got some explaining to do.”

even ghost let out an amused huff, the corners of his eyes crinkling beneath his mask.

price pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something under his breath about never bringing you near the lads again. but when he looked back at you, there was a spark of something soft in his eyes, a warmth that betrayed the stern exterior he usually wore like armor.

“you done embarrassing me yet?” he asked, though his tone was more resigned than annoyed.

“not even close, sweetpea,” you replied, grinning as you pressed a kiss to his cheek. “now, scoot over. i’m joining you.”

he sighed, shaking his head as he slid over to make room, but there was the faintest curve to his lips, a sign that no matter how much you teased him, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

soap, however, wasn’t letting it go anytime soon. “oi, cap,” he called through his laughter, “ye reckon we should start callin’ ye that on ops? snugglebear, aye?

price shot him a look that could have silenced a lesser man. “say it and see what happens, mactavish.”

you leaned in slightly then, lowering your voice so only john could hear. “aw, don’t pout, snugglebear,” you teased softly, the playful lilt in your tone enough to make his jaw tighten.

price’s eyes flicked to yours, the faintest glimmer of something dangerous sparking beneath his calm exterior. he leaned closer, his voice a quiet rumble just for you. “keep this up,” he murmured, “and i’ll make sure you regret it later.”

your grin widened as you tilted your head, meeting his gaze without hesitation. “promise?” you whispered back, your tone dripping with challenge.

his response was immediate. a firm pinch to your ass, quick but precise, made you jolt slightly, your grin shifting into a breathless laugh.

“cheeky,” he muttered, his tone low enough to make your stomach flutter. his hand didn’t linger, but the look he gave you—equal parts exasperation and fondness—made your heart skip all the same.

“you love it,” you teased, your smile smug as you leaned back, entirely unbothered by the flush creeping up his neck.

soap, noticing the subtle exchange, leaned forward. “what was that, then? somethin’ ye’d like tae share wi’ the class, cap?”

“nothing,” price replied smoothly, his voice steady as ever as he picked up his beer and took a slow sip.

you, however, were feeling bold. “just my teddy bear reminding me how much he loves me,” you said with a cheeky grin.

price exhaled heavily, tipping his cap lower to shadow his eyes as he muttered, “god help me.”

[hoshifighting]

telepathic sex with minghao

check the part 1 (kinktober bonus) to understand it!

WARNINGS: +18, smut, soulmates plot, oral (f. receiving), mentions of body fluids (cum/precum), penetrative sex, destiny, spiritualist!hao

the whole day, all you could think about was sinking into your bed, pressing play on that guided meditation, and slipping back into that space, hoping—no, needing—to find him there again. sure, you’d see him tomorrow, standing behind the counter like nothing’s changed, with that little smirk in his eyes, but there was something different about being there with him, in that other place, in that thick, buzzing energy that seemed to heighten everything.

so, the second you were home, you didn’t waste time. you showered quickly, barely towel-drying yourself before collapsing on the bed, setting up the meditation, and letting yourself sink back down into that state. this time, it happened faster. almost as soon as you closed your eyes, you felt that shift, like you were slipping through a veil into something thicker, warmer, buzzing with that same familiar pulse.

you blinked, adjusting to the light, and there he was, standing right in front of you. minghao was circling around you, fingers snapping in little bursts, moving in a rhythmic way that felt like it was clearing something from the air.

you frowned, still not totally awake in this space. “what are you doing?”

he smirked, not even pausing his movements. “clearing your energy,” he said simply, finishing the circle around your head before moving closer, his fingers brushing just near the center of your chest. his touch didn’t land, not exactly, but you felt it like a ripple moving outward, settling low in your stomach, grounding you here, in this place.

then, there was this pull—right at your chest, like a magnetic tug right at your heart, making you stumble forward. minghao was there to catch you, his arms wrapping around you like he was expecting it, holding you steady as you found your balance.

“breathe,” he murmured, close enough that you could feel his words against your cheek. “get used to the energy here. just… let it in.”

you inhaled slowly, feeling the warmth of his bare chest against yours, solid and grounding. sparks prickled along your skin, tingling and hot, like electricity, and the second you noticed it, your body reacted, a shiver that never left the back of your neck, nipples hardening, the little body haird raising.

minghao’s fingers tightened around your waist, almost as if he could feel the shift in you, the way your pulse was quickening, the way warmth was spreading lower, pooling between your legs. you felt it, that slick heat building, and it was almost surreal, feeling every sensation doubled, heightened by the energy surrounding you, by the intensity of his presence so close.

“good,” he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “you’re relaxing into it. just… let go.”

you felt yourself growing wetter right in the middle of your legs, hot, dripping honey, that shone in that strange light, making minghao shiver with you, his mouth watered with saliva.

time kind of blipped, like the whole scene shifted in a flash, and the next thing you knew, you were laid out, floating on… nothing, really. but whatever it was, it felt firm, like some invisible force was holding your back. your back arched, body practically begging for that sensation building between your legs that only grew stronger.

and then you looked down. minghao was right there, right between your legs, mouth open, lips wet as he took you in, like he’d been waiting for this moment just as much as you had. his eyes locked onto yours, before his head dipped down, lips sucking softly at first, then harder, deeper.

you felt yourself growing hotter, your whole body buzzing, glowing even. you could sense your aura shifting, heating up, turning redder, and minghao’s eyes would flick up, watching the effect he had on you—and ur aura. he was savoring you, every drop, licking every spot you didn’t even know was that sensitive. and with every slurp, every glide of his tongue, you felt yourself slipping deeper, melting into this strange feeling.

it was unreal—like nothing you’d ever felt before. you’d had orgasms before, sure, but this? this was like the sensation turned up to ten times over, every nerve lit up, every cell buzzing. you felt like you were dissolving in minghao’s mouth, pulsing around his tongue as he drank you in. it was wet—insanely wet, slick and thick, dripping all over his lips, down your thighs, leaving this glossy shine in that strange, pulsing light around you two. you could feel it, this heady slickness pooling, spreading everywhere his mouth had touched.

minghao slowly pulled back, looking up at you with this soft, almost smug smile, his mouth glistening. he reached up, brushing his thumb gently across your cheek, his eyes warm and knowing. it was like he was looking at something precious, something he’d put his whole energy into just for the pleasure of seeing you fall apart. his hand cradled your face, thumb brushing your cheek, and his eyes held this glint, like he knew exactly what he’d done to you.

you barely managed to catch your breath, still riding out those last waves, when the words just spilled out: “hao… i need more,” you whispered. “please… please, i need you to—”

but he shook his head, soft smile still in place. “that,” he murmured, gaze steady and a bit sad, “i can’t give you here.”

your face fell, your fingers gripping his arm, heart pounding. “but… why not?” you pleaded, looking up at him, trying to fight against the drowsy haze still clouding your mind. “minghao, please… don’t make me wait, i need this.”

his smile softened as he watched you, and you could feel him almost giving in, but instead he just reached out, placing one warm, steady hand right on your forehead. “shhh…,” he murmured, pressing down gently. “rest. i’ll be back.”

the second his fingers touched your forehead, before you could protest, everything around you faded out, slipping into a deep, effortless sleep.

— // one week later // —

you tried to ignore it. really, really tried.

it’d been a week, and somehow, every time you walked past that cafeteria—no matter how hard you tried to ignore it—something happened. it started small. one day, you were just passing by, not even thinking about going in, when your graduation ring slipped right off your finger, clinking to the ground right in front of the door like it had a mind of its own. a little weird, but whatever, you shrugged it off.

but then, the next day, you were walking by again, heels clicking on the sidewalk, when out of nowhere your heel got snagged on the edge of a manhole cover, yanking you back so hard you nearly fell flat on your face, right outside that same door. annoying, but maybe just another accident.

after that, things started getting… weirder. the day after that, someone bumped into you so hard your shoulder was still sore the next morning. and it happened right there, outside the café. you’d started feeling a little paranoid.

tonight felt different. the café was closed, dark, the chairs stacked up inside, lights off, and the sidewalk empty as you passed. finally, maybe a night without something weird happening, you thought, shoulders relaxing a little. you were almost past the entrance when you felt it—a strong gust of wind, like it came out of nowhere. it rushed around you, tugging at your coat, your hair flying everywhere, like some invisible force was grabbing hold of you, trying to get your attention.

you cursed under your breath, struggling to keep your coat shut, fumbling as the wind seemed to push you backward, straight toward the door. just as you were about to fight your way through, you heard the soft creak of a door, and looked up to see… minghao. standing in the doorway, one eyebrow raised, looking right at you with that same knowing look, like he’d been waiting for this.

“fighting the universe, hmm?” he said, smirking as he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. the wind finally calmed, like it was giving you both a break, letting you take him in under the streetlight glow.

you could only stare, breath caught in your throat. “i… i wasn’t coming in,” you said, almost defensively, not sure if you were trying to convince him or yourself.

he just chuckled, that soft, rich sound you’d missed more than you realized. “yeah? funny. ‘cause the universe seems pretty set on bringing you here.” he stepped closer.

your heart raced as he reached out, his fingers brushing your hand, grounding you, like he knew exactly what you needed without you saying a word. “you can try to avoid it all you want,” he said softly, his thumb grazing over your knuckles. “but we’re going to find each other, no matter what. again and again.”

again and again.

it was like he was speaking straight to something buried deep in you, a part you hadn’t even known was there until now.

you swallowed, trying to find your footing, even though the world was spinning just from his hand on yours. “i… i wasn’t avoiding you,” you said firmly. but even you could hear how flimsy that sounded.

minghao just smiled sad, “then why haven’t i seen you?” he asked, no judgment in his voice. “not here. not… anywhere else.”

you didn’t have a good answer, but you felt your chest tighten, “i just… i didn’t know if… if it was real. or if i’d made it all up.” your words tumbled out, like you were finally admitting what you hadn’t even let yourself think abou.

he stepped closer, closing the last bit of space between you two, his hand shifting from your knuckles to cradle your face, his thumb tracing slow, soothing circles against your cheek. “you didn’t make it up,” he murmured, “it’s as real as it gets.”

his gaze softened, his fingers brushing your hair back. “i don’t know how, or why. but i know i’ve been looking for you—forever, it feels like. and now that i’ve found you…” he trailed off, his eyes locked on yours, like he was letting you see every piece of him, like he’d let you see right into his soul if you wanted.

your heart hammered in your chest, all the little moments of the past week flooding back, every strange pull, every little “accident” pulling you right here, right to him. it hit you, in this strange, wild way—you couldn’t escape it. didn’t want to.

“so, what now?” you whispered, but you knew he heard it, felt it. his hand still held your face, and he leaned in, close enough that you could feel his breath against your skin.

“now?” he echoed, his mouth quirking up just a little, playful but with that serious, steady gaze that made you feel like you were the only thing in his world. “now you let me in.” his lips brushed against yours, a kiss that felt like it reached through every barrier, like it pulled every lost piece of you back together.

it was wild—surreal, even. just a week ago, he was the barista, the one who knew your coffee order without you even having to say it, that little corner of comfort in your day. now you were spread out on his bed, legs wide open, every nerve in your body sparking like you were on the edge of some electric storm, and it was all because of him.

a vase on his dresser toppled, crashing to the floor in sync with your moans, and you barely even registered the sound. some incense he must’ve lit earlier was smoking heavy in the room, but there was something different about it now, like it was reacting to you two, the energy so intense that even the air around you couldn’t keep still. it smelled rich, earthy, mixed with the heat of both your bodies, wrapping around you, thick and heady.

“minghao—” his name slipped out of your mouth like a confession, your voice hoarse, desperate, and probably louder than you meant it. you couldn’t even guess how loud it was because all you could feel was him, pressing into you, deep and raw.

raw—you’d never done it raw with anyone before, but somehow, with him, it wasn’t even a question. you trusted him, in this immediate, soul-deep way that didn’t make sense but felt like the most natural thing in the world. it was like your body and soul both knew, this is it. no second-guessing, no holding back.

he had you on the edge, his forehead pressed against yours, and somehow, it made you want to just… talk, let it all out, every thought spinning in your head.

“hao…” you gasped, fingers digging into his back, “why does it feel like this, like… like i’ve known you my whole damn life?” you arched your back, letting out this squeal when he went deeper.

“maybe you have, babe… maybe we’ve done this a hundred times in a hundred different lives.” it hit you deep, settling somewhere in your chest.

“shut up,” you half-laughed, but there was a lump in your throat, a part of you that wanted to believe every word. “this—this is insane, you know that, right?”

he just grinned, that slow, knowing smile, his hand moving down your thigh, fingers pressing into your skin. “insane? you saying you don’t want it?”

“no, that’s not what i’m sayin’,” you shot back, rolling your eyes but unable to stop the little smile creeping in as he rolls his hips in a circle. “just… this is so… so fast. it’s like… i dunno… like we skipped the whole ‘getting to know each other’ part.”

“maybe we already know everything we need to,” he murmured, and he dipped his head down, pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone. “maybe we’re just… remembering—fuck! you feel it too, right? this…” he gestured by thrusting into you harder than before, making you melt, you knew what he meant.

you bit your lip, trying to hold back a moan as he rolled his hips, hitting that spot that had you practically seeing stars. “fuck… yeah, i feel it… but i don’t even know what it is. feels like i’m in some fever dream.” you managed, breath catching.

“s’not a dream, sweetheart,” he muttered, leaning down to press his mouth against yours, his words vibrating through your lips. “you’re right here, with me. and i’m not goin’ anywhere. i feel it. can’t explain it, and i don’t care if it don’t make sense to anyone else.”

you swallowed, searching his eyes, and all you could see was honesty, that raw openness that felt like it was melting every wall you’d built around yourself. “then… don’t stop. don’t… don’t let go, okay?”

“wasn’t plannin’ on it,” he smiled, licking your lips before dipping the pink muscle inside your mouth.

[nefastidies]

Inspired by "Implicit Demand for Proof" by imperialhuxness

-1-

“I need you on the ground,” Ren says instead, measured, but tight-strung as a grappling cable. Apparently sensing the retort on the tip of Hux’s tongue, he continues, “But I’m not taking you into the thick of combat.”

Hux thins his lips, keeps up the patient tone. “That’s where this team and I will be most effective.”

“At too high a risk.”

Since when do you care about risks? Hux barely bites back, instead manages, level, “Nothing we do is without risk.”

Ren’s gaze flashes with an insistence that isn’t anger. His eyes are like coals, waiting for a spark. “I’m not taking you into that firefight.”

Really.

Fucking really.

“So you won’t take me into a firefight,” Hux lowers his voice to a hiss, but it still reverbs under the high ceiling, “yet you dragged me ten klicks below the surface of Coruscant.”

“Well, maybe I--” Ren hesitates, gnawing his lips. His gaze drops to the mosaic tile between their boots, then flickers back to Hux’s face. “I shouldn’t have.”

Hux is too pissed off to bask in the near-admission of wrong. “Well, you can compensate by bringing me this time, when it makes actual, tactical sense.”

“You’re not going into a combat zone.”

“I was born and raised in a--”

Ren’s voice drops to a whisper. “That’s an order,” he says, invoking it almost gently, below earshot of the men.

Hux purses his lips, aware of his surroundings again. Of the absolute indecorum of this argument.

Around himself and Ren, three officers stare at their feet, four tap too aggressively at their datapads. The two trooper commanders confer in whispers about a new blaster model. Mitaka seems interested in the mosaic on the floor.

“Yes, sir,” Hux forces out, Academy pert, and the gathered staff returns more or less to professional attention.

--- -2-

Hux whirls toward the sound as a massive shape bursts through the treeline, scattering leaves. Some sort of megafauna. Some sort of monster.

The creature’s smooth skin glistens livid green, its underbelly sickly pale. Its mouth opens wide, baring short, sharp teeth like a Rodian fly-trap’s. It has six legs, each ending in a crustacean pincer, which stab the ground with each step. It reeks of rot and salt, as if it just crawled out of brackish water.

Hux’s pulse skyrockets, and he jumps back on adrenaline. Why do you ever leave the ship, every time you leave the ship it’s some shit like this, every goddamn time—

He yells to Ren that they should run, even as the creature screeches again, lunges toward them.

But Ren stays put. “You should run.”

And Hux would. He would, but he’s already several meters back, and the soles of his boots weigh a kiloton. He’s rooted to the ground. The blood pounds in his ears, and he can’t move, can’t think.

The thing screeches. It’s high-pitched. It rends the air. Its movements ruffle the foliage around it. Its pincers break the damp earth.

Ren steps in front of Hux. Into its path.

--- -3-

But Yago’s lips still twist into something unbearably self-satisfied. “General Armitage Hux,” he says, “was executed six months ago on a charge of high treason. So even if Hux were alive, it would be my sworn duty to have him shot in the back of the head.”

It hits like a blow. Phantom pain lances through his leg, between his ribs. Yago’s right. There’s no defense when he’s--

Before Hux can formulate one, Ren’s gaze kindles. “I’m Supreme Leader,” he returns, typical thoughtless clapback. “I hereby pardon him.”

(Typical thoughtless clapback.)

Everyone knows traitors receive no mercy.

--- -4-

A humanoid figure emerges from the shadows like he’s been waiting there. In two strides, he closes the distance to Hux and Ren. It’s clear he’s part alien, skin teal-tinged and marked with pale striations. His voice is somewhat rough with drink, but his movements are smooth, purposeful, eyes trained on Hux.

“Thought you could just slip out with your date?” he spits.

There are far bigger concerns than correcting the assumption.

“What?” Hux returns, elegantly.

“The bartender told me you were coming this way,” the man says, ill-concealed rage contorting his mouth. “Got a lot more nerve than I’d give you credit for, showing your face like this.”

Shit. Hux’s pulse picks up, and for a second the alley takes on the sharp edges of panic. You knew this would happen eventually, you knew -- Stop.

“I’m sorry,” he says, tamping down the worst case scenario, “what are you--” 

But it’s like he doesn’t even hear it. 

“Kind of man that’ll pull a trigger from a thousand lightyears away. Not even the guts to look at what you’d done.” The man’s eyes flash with the sort of hatred Hux actually recognizes. “My wife was on Courtsilius, General Hux .”

The man takes a step closer, and Hux is about to spread his hands and explain with a baffled simper that he’s got the wrong person. That the Hosnian ‘Cataclysm’ was an unspeakable tragedy and a monstrous war crime.

But before he can speak, sulfurous green ignites in his periphery. The air hums, cracks with the sudden whiff of ozone. The blade of the antique saber impales the man’s chest.

--- -5-

Ren shakes his head. “But I still need you,” he says, eyes glittering, desperate, searching. “What about weapons dev? And you can actually conduct diplomacy--”

Hux cracks a smile. “That’s going a bit far.”

Ren huffs a laugh, but doesn’t indulge him. “You balance me,” he continues. “I don’t know what I’ll do. I love you.”

Hux’s pulse drops into his stomach. His spine stiffens, more from surprise than actual discomfort. It isn’t a concept with which he’s familiar. But it’s right, somehow. As Ren’s eyes search his face, curious but unshrinking, he can’t deny it.

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Baking cookies pt. 3- LN4

*:･ﾟ Summary: Lando and Y/N confess their feelings, agreeing to take things slow, while Nina continues to brighten their lives.

*:･ﾟ Word count: 1237

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The next morning felt different. Not in a drastic, world-shifting way, but in the small, quiet way things change when you finally admit how you feel about someone who’s been in your life for so long. The sun filtered through the curtains in Lando’s living room, casting soft shadows on the walls, and Y/N sat at the kitchen table, absentmindedly scrolling through her phone. She wasn’t thinking about the articles in front of her, though. Her mind was on Lando—and the kiss they shared the night before.

She could still feel the warmth of his lips, the gentle way his hand had cradled hers. The memory made her heart skip a beat, and she couldn’t help but smile.

“Morning, sleepyhead.”

Y/N’s head snapped up at the sound of Lando’s voice. He was standing in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame, his hair still messy from sleep. He looked comfortable in a worn T-shirt and sweats, a soft grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Morning,” she replied, her cheeks flushing slightly at the memory of last night.

Lando pushed himself off the doorframe and walked over to her, dropping into the chair across the table. He rested his elbows on the table, leaning forward with that same playful glint in his eyes that Y/N had seen countless times—but now, it felt different. There was something deeper behind it.

“How’d you sleep?” he asked, his voice soft.

“Good,” Y/N answered, smiling. “You?”

“Best I’ve slept in a while,” Lando replied, his gaze locked on hers.

For a moment, they just stared at each other, the weight of their newfound connection hanging in the air. It was comfortable, but there was a spark between them, something quietly electric that hadn’t been there before.

But before they could say anything more, the familiar sound of little feet running down the stairs interrupted them.

“Daddy! Auntie Y/N!” Nina’s voice called out as she bounced into the kitchen, her curly hair wild and her face full of excitement. “I’m hungry!”

Y/N and Lando exchanged a quick glance before they both burst into laughter. The moment was broken, but in the best way—Nina always had that effect.

“What’s on the menu today, munchkin?” Lando asked, ruffling Nina’s hair as she climbed onto Y/N’s lap.

“Pancakes!” Nina declared with a big grin.

Y/N smiled, hugging Nina tightly. “Pancakes, huh? I think we can make that happen.”

“Yay!” Nina clapped her hands excitedly, bouncing on Y/N’s lap.

Lando got up from his chair, heading toward the fridge. “Alright, team pancake, let’s get to work.”

As Lando started gathering ingredients, Y/N helped Nina down from her lap, and together, they got to work in the kitchen. It was something they had done countless times before, but this time felt different. Everything did.

The three of them moved around the kitchen with ease, like a well-practiced routine. Nina poured the flour, Y/N mixed the batter, and Lando flipped the pancakes, tossing in an extra bit of flair for Nina, who giggled with every flip.

At one point, Lando leaned over to Y/N, his voice low and teasing. “You know, I think you’re rubbing off on me.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, laughing softly. “Oh yeah? How so?”

“Well,” Lando said, holding up a pancake with a lopsided heart shape in the middle, “I’m starting to get pretty good at these.”

Y/N shook her head with a smile, nudging him playfully. “Sure you are.”

They shared another quiet moment of laughter, but this time, there was an undeniable tenderness in it. Lando’s hand brushed against Y/N’s as he passed her a plate, and she felt that same warmth flood her chest. The feeling that this was right, that they were right.

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Once breakfast was done, the three of them sat at the table together, with Nina happily munching on her pancakes while talking animatedly about her day ahead. Lando and Y/N exchanged glances across the table, both of them silently reveling in the ease of this moment. It was just the three of them, but it felt like more.

After breakfast, Lando cleared the table while Y/N helped Nina get ready for the day. As they moved through their morning routine, the unspoken understanding between Lando and Y/N grew. They didn’t need to say anything just yet—there was comfort in the way they worked together, the natural way they fit into each other’s lives.

Once Nina was dressed and ready to play in the garden, Y/N found herself back in the living room, straightening up a few toys Nina had left scattered around. Lando appeared beside her, leaning against the couch as he watched her for a moment, his expression thoughtful.

“Y/N…” His voice was softer now, more serious.

She turned to face him, her heart beating a little faster. “Yeah?”

Lando stepped closer, his hand reaching out to gently take hers. “I’ve been thinking about us. About what this means.”

Y/N squeezed his hand, her eyes searching his. “Me too.”

“I know we haven’t really talked about it yet, but I want to make sure we’re on the same page,” Lando said, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. “Because this? This feels like more than just a moment.”

Y/N nodded, her heart swelling at his words. “It is more. It’s everything.”

Lando’s smile was soft but filled with so much emotion that it made Y/N’s chest ache. “I don’t want to rush anything, but… I want this. I want us.”

Y/N took a step closer, her free hand reaching up to rest against his chest. “I want that too, Lando. I want us to figure this out together.”

His hand came up to cup her cheek, his eyes searching hers for any sign of doubt. But there wasn’t any. Y/N was sure of this, sure of them.

“You know, Nina adores you,” Lando said quietly, his voice filled with emotion. “She’s always asking when you’ll come over. And seeing the two of you together… It makes me realize how lucky I am.”

Y/N’s heart melted at his words. She had always loved Nina as if she were her own, and hearing Lando say those things only deepened her feelings for him. “I adore her too, Lando. And I… I adore you.”

His eyes softened, and before Y/N could say anything more, Lando leaned in and kissed her. It was soft and sweet, but this time there was more behind it. The promise of something new, something real.

When they finally pulled away, Y/N rested her forehead against his, their breaths mingling in the quiet space between them. “We’ll take it slow,” she whispered. “For Nina. For us.”

Lando nodded, his smile widening. “Yeah, slow sounds perfect.”

Just as they were about to kiss again, a loud crash echoed from the garden, followed by Nina’s triumphant shout. “I did it!”

Y/N and Lando both burst into laughter, stepping apart as they looked out the window to see Nina standing proudly next to a stack of garden toys she had knocked over.

“We’d better go check on our little troublemaker,” Lando said with a grin, taking Y/N’s hand as they headed outside together.

As they walked into the garden, hand in hand, Y/N couldn’t help but feel like this was the start of something beautiful. A new chapter for all three of them.

And it was exactly where she wanted to be.

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[alastor-simp]

Cuddling By The Fireplace🧡 - Alastor X Female Reader

❥Summary: It's fall season now, which means the air in Hell will get much colder. Thank god, the hotel has a fireplace.

❥Tags: Alastor x Female Reader, Flufftober, Cuddling, Snuggling, Fireplace, October, Flufftober 2024, Fluff, So Much Fluff.

❥Notes: Needed me some flufftober with Alastor. Enjoy!

Grabbing a piece of wood from the pile, you moved it slowly to the burning flames in the fireplace, small fire sparks crackling out. "That should be enough", you thought, as you slowly motioned to stand back up, maneuvering to your cozy section on the couch. Autumn had slowly creeped its way to hell, as the air was becoming more chiller, and some of the hellish trees were getting a change in color. It still surprised you that hell could even experience seasonal change, since you always believed it was a fiery molten pit, with blazing flames everywhere, but well you were proven wrong.

The other residents of the hotel noticed the sudden change, and began to slowly adapt to it. The others began to wear more comfortable clothing like sweaters and cardigans, especially Angel Dust since you often some him wearing really revealing clothing, but even he couldn't deal with the new chilly weather. Charlie, being the sweetheart that she is, went out of her way to get everyone new fall attire and also provide more blankets and comfy decor for there rooms since it was especially more colder at night. Alastor had pitched in as well, maybe not as much as Charlie, but he expanded his powers to create a warm fireplace in the lobby of the hotel, which everyone appreciated, including you. Everyone had retired for the night, except you, as you found yourself unable to snooze, so you decided to head to the lobby, hoping the warmth from the fireplace would help you nod off.

Upon reaching the couch, you threw yourself onto it, grabbing the fluffy blanket that Charlie had gifted you and wrapped it around yourself. Letting out a sigh, you leaned back, head placed on the couch cushion, as your eyes were trained onto the fire, watching the flames dance and twirl. The cracking of the wood burning and glowing effect provided a comforting atmosphere for you, as your eyes watched on, entranced.

Waves of static had merged itself with the sounds of the burning wood. Turning your head to the right, the empty area of the lobby was now accompanied by the radio demon himself. He was still in his regular suit, as he often said he didn't really sleep, so he found no need to change unless he felt like it. Crimson eyes were gazing at the fire, before they made their way towards you, watching you. "Good evening, my dear. I take it, you also are having trouble getting some proper shut-eye, hmm?" Alastor bent at the waist, smile widening as he continued to look at you. Wrapping the blanket tighter around you, your eyes gazed into Al's softly, giving him a kind smile, "Yeah, I was thinking maybe using the fireplace would help make me more tired. Thanks again for making this" Alastor appeared quite pleased, happy that you were appreciating what he did. It was only a simple trick, but the others were very thankful for it, even though he knows they wouldn't say it outright to him, except maybe Charlie.

"You're quite welcome, my dear.", his smile had softened, as he turned back to gaze at the fire, straightening back up with his hands behind his back. The both of you remained quiet after that, listening to the sounds of the fireplace and the small bursts of static coming off from Al. Moving more to the left of the couch, you lifted the blanket up, inviting Al into the warm cocoon. "Join me?" His ears twitched at your words, moving his head back towards you - eyebrow lifted as he was contemplating it. Eyes widening, you quickly realized your mistake, forgetting the extreme dislike for touch that Alastor made well known to everyone. The hand that lifted up the blanket slowly began to drop, until Al spoke. “Very well," he responded, as he moved closer to where you were on the couch.

Grabbing the lifted blanket, he slowly sat on the couch, moving the cover to wrap around his back. His legs crossed one on top of the other and his hands were placed against his lap, his whole body stiff as a statue. He hadn’t turn to look at you when he did that, his eyes continuing to stare at the fire. Heaving a sigh, you uttered an apology, earning a confused look from Al, as his head swiveled towards you, “Why are you apologizing?” Looking up at him, you opened your mouth to speak, but words failed you, so you casted your head down - ashamed. “I understand I have made you uncomfortable and it wasn’t my intention to do that. J-just…. I’ve never seen you physically relax and wind down after a long day and I thought maybe you joining me might help with that…I don’t know…I’m sor-”

A warm hand had placed itself on your chin, turning it around to face the red deer man. “You did no such thing, darling.” His hand ventured from your chin to your cheek, giving it a soft rub. Al began to turn back to look at the fire, his hand dropping from your cheek, making you a bit sad at the loss of contact. “I will admit though, it has been difficult for me to, what’s the word? Adapt…to these sorts of things. Centuries of mutilating and torturing my prey on my broadcasts can do that." His sharp row of teeth had disappeared, as his lips drew into a more somber smile, allowing you to see more of the true side of Alastor. His eyes turned back towards you, illuminating your face. "It may take some time for me to get a grasp of all this. However, I don't mind this current situation." His body was still stiff, but he had unhooked his legs, signifying that he was trying to somewhat relax.

Hands twiddling under the blanket, you looked at Alastor, words fumbling from your mouth. "C-can I come closer?" Silence was the answer that you received from Alastor. He didn't speak, but he was able to respond with a soft nod. Moving slowly, you began to inch closer and closer towards Al, eyeing him to notice any signs of discomfort from your actions. Two sets of hands had grabbed at your waist, lifting you up a bit, placing you on his lap. The blanket was then wrapped around the both of you, warming the both of you up. "Al! What are you doing?" You gazed up at Al in shock, not expecting him to do that. Alastor tilted his head, "Why, you wanted to get closer. Isn't this what you meant?" Well, he wasn't wrong, but you expected laying your head on his shoulder, not being seated on his lap. "W-ell yes, just wasn't expecting this"

Al noticed your flustered state, making him chuckle. His hands remained wrapped around your back, allowing him to pull you closer, your head being placed on his chest. His cheek was place against the top part of your head, allowing him to nuzzle against it softly. Despite being shy at the situation, you melted at the soft actions he was doing to you. Copying him, you nuzzled against his chest, listening closer to the static coming off from him, and breathing in his scent. "You smell nice" His chest vibrated with laughter, amused at your comment. "What a peculiar thing to compliment someone about." Heat rushed to your cheeks, burying your face in his chest to hide yourself from him, yet he could probably spot the red coloring of your ears. Laughing at your adorableness, he moved his hand to place it against your cheek, wanting your eyes to look up at him "You can't hide from me, my dear. You said something along the lines of "I smell nice." Care to tell me more about that?" He was loving this, giving how wide his smile was, eyes as well, glowing with amusement. Seeing no way out of this, you decided to give him an honest answer. "Well...um...you have kind of a earthy scent. Like the smell of pine trees in a forest. It's very pleasing."

As you were explaining it to Alastor, his smile had soften, his hand continuing to caress your cheek. "There! That wasn't so hard, was it?" Still embarrassed, you shook your head to remove his hand, returning back into his chest. Chuckling again, his cheek continued to rub against your hair. "Wildflowers" you heard him say. Removing your head slowly, your eyes gazed up at him, "Huh?" His nose began to trace slowly along your hair, you swear you heard him inhale. "Your scent reminds me of wildflowers. Reminds me of the ones that use to grow in my mother's garden. Sweet and oh so delicate." His voice had dropped an octave when he said this, sending shivers down your back. It felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest. If you weren't sitting on his lap right now, you would have collapsed on your knees at him saying that. "Thanks," was your response to him, face nuzzling further into his chest. He let out a hum, as he continued to do the same to you.

The both of you remained cuddled next to each other, wrapped in each others and the blankets warmth, as the glowing flames from the fireplace continued to dance. Alastor's hand was tracing circles on your back; the sensation drawing a yawn from you as your ears picked up on the sounds of his static heart beating. Your breaths had slowed, eyelids becoming heavy, and little by little, you fell into a deep sleep, cuddling with Alastor. Feeling your body relax, his arms tightened around you, hugging you closer to himself. "Sweet dreams, Y/N."

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[eternallyordinary]

"He Belongs to You" - Part 1

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Summary: Your first day at Vought Tower doesn’t go unnoticed—especially by Homelander. What starts as intrigue quickly turns into something deeper, something more intense. He’s never felt this before, and now that he has, he won’t let it go.

Warnings: obsession, possessive behavior, power imbalance, mild violence, harassment, implied dark themes, mild smut

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With a deep breath, you step inside Vought Tower, the hum of conversation and clinking glasses filling your ears. The moment you cross the threshold, all eyes are on you. A plush red carpet stretches across the gleaming floor, leading you straight into the heart of the crowded gala.

You brace yourself, forcing a smile as camera flashes go off like a relentless storm. Each burst of light is blinding, each snap of a shutter a reminder that you’re no longer just another face in the crowd.

At the end of the carpet, a formidable lineup awaits—Homelander, Black Noir, Firecracker, Sage, The Deep, and A-Train. The Seven.

“There she is. Our newest member. I've been waiting to meet you!” Homelander grins down at you, his smile sharp and predatory.

His eyes flicker over your form, and something unexpected happens. He was ready to treat you like everyone else—as nothing. But instead, his heart thumps. Hard. Is this what they call love at first sight?

Homelander’s gaze drifts across your face, your body, the way your lips curve into a nervous smile, the way your eyes shine with curiosity. He’s had his fair share of women, but none have caught his attention quite like this. There’s something about the way you move, as if you’re unaware of just how captivating you truly are.

For the first time in a long time, he finds himself at a loss for words.

There’s an innocence radiating off you, a stark contrast to the kind of people he’s used to dealing with. The idea of someone so pure, so untouched by the corruption of the world, excites him. You could be his—his little princess, his perfect possession. He finds himself picturing it: you by his side, always within reach, his to protect, his to control.

He’s never thought about anyone like this before. You spark something in him he doesn’t quite understand.

Homelander suddenly realizes he’s been staring for far too long. He shakes himself from his thoughts, masking his momentary lapse with a smirk.

“Ah, sorry about that.” He chuckles softly, his voice smoother now, more in control.

His eyes sweep over you once more, lingering. The way you stand there, so unsure, so unaware of the effect you have on him—it’s almost too much. He feels something he doesn’t quite recognize. The strange urge to protect. To keep you all to himself.

“It’s okay,” you say sweetly. “It’s nice to meet you. Sorry, I’m a little nervous. This is a lot.”

Homelander’s smirk falters—just for a second—as your voice reaches him. If anyone understands the weight of expectation, the crushing pressure of the spotlight, it’s him. A part of him wants to scoop you up and fly you far away from all of it—away from the flashing cameras, the mindless chatter, the idiots barking their inane questions.

But he reins it in, masking the impulse with practiced ease. Instead, he simply says, “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you too, darling."

You apologize again for being nervous, and he can’t help but find it… cute. The way you fidget, the way your cheeks flush ever so slightly. He commits the image to memory.

You smile at him, a hint of blush dusting your cheeks. You make eye contact, and for a moment, it feels like time has stopped—not in a weird way, but in a way that feels completely natural.

However, the moment shatters when The Deep steps in.

“Hey… newest member, right?” His voice is casual, too casual. He leans in slightly, lowering his voice. “I’d love to show you around, ya know… Not just the tower, but my room. I’m pretty blunt. You know how it is, most girls who join The Seven have to—” He makes a crude motion with his fist in his mouth, then hesitates. “But wait, you’re over 18, right? Right. Just making sure. Don't want to get another suspension, you know? Anyway, let’s fuck. You look so fucking hot. And-and, so do you, Homelander, sir. No homo though.”

Homelander’s expression darkens instantly. His jaw clenches. His hands curl into fists at his sides. The irritation rolling off him is palpable.

He’s used to sharing women, but something about this—about you—sets him off in a way he doesn’t quite understand. He doesn’t want to share. Not you.

Yet, he forces a tight smile, masking his anger as The Deep runs his mouth.

You tilt your head slightly, giving The Deep an innocent, almost amused smile. Then, in the blink of an eye, his body jerks, his eyes go wide, and he groans in pain, blood seeping from them.

You step toward him slowly, voice calm, unwavering.

“Don’t ever talk to me like that again. I’m your equal. I wasn’t chosen to be a fuck toy. Got it?”

“You fucking bitch—”

“Got it?” you repeat, your voice like steel. “Yes or no?”

“Yes! Yes, I—I’m sorry!” he sputters.

You let go of your hold, watching as he stumbles back. Silence falls over the room. The rest of The Seven stare in awe. Sage, standing off to the side, gives you a slight nod, almost as if to say Good job. He deserved it.

Homelander is floored. His jaw literally drops.

He was prepared to see you as an innocent thing, someone to be protected. But this? This was something else entirely.

You weren’t just another pretty face. You had power. Real power.

The Deep whimpers, turning to Homelander like a child begging their father for help. “Bro? I mean… Homelander? Sir? She’s not allowed to do that, right?”

Homelander’s eyes flick to The Deep, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, his lips curl into something dark.

“She can do whatever she goddamn pleases.”

You smirk, twirling a strand of hair between your fingers, then turn on your heel and walk away. Homelander watches, stunned. You left without a word. No begging for his approval. No waiting for his reaction.

He doesn’t like that.

But in instant, he’s following you anyway.

—

He catches up to you in the hallway, composing himself just before stepping in front of you.

“Hey…” His voice is softer now, less composed. “Where are you going?”

You blink up at him. “I was going to grab a coffee. Want to join me?”

You smile. It’s casual. Friendly. Normal. Not flirtatious. Not forced.

Homelander is thrown off. He expected you to be fawning over him by now. But instead, you’re just… talking to him. Treating him like a person, not a god.

It’s confusing. It’s intriguing.

He smirks, trying to hide how taken aback he is. “Sure, darling. I could use a cup of coffee.”

As you walk together, he shows you around the tower. You listen, genuinely interested. He finds himself glancing at you every few seconds, trying to figure you out.

Then, you stop in front of a wall—his wall. A collection of photographs from birth to now. Mementos. Honors.

Normally, he’d love to brag about it. But for some reason, right now, he feels… embarrassed?

You smile, eyes landing on a baby picture.

“Awww, this one’s so cute!”

Homelander blinks. No one has ever called a picture of him cute before.

He clears his throat. “Yeah, I guess I was kinda adorable back then.”

You smirk playfully. “Yeah, what happened?”

Homelander’s eyes widen slightly. Did you just—

He chuckles, shaking his head. “I’ll have you know, I’m still cute.”

You giggle, the sound light and effortless. Homelander decides, in that moment, that he wants to hear that sound again. And again.

And again.

—

You finally reach the break room, grateful for a moment of normalcy. The overwhelming chaos of the gala, the constant attention—it’s exhausting. You just need a cup of coffee to ground yourself.

You move toward the machine, rolling up your sleeves, ready to make it yourself. But as soon as you touch the coffee pot, the room falls dead silent.

Vought assistants and PAs stare at you like you just committed a federal crime.

Homelander, standing beside you, looks around, then back at you. His expression shifts—mild confusion turning into pure indignation.

“She shouldn’t be doing this herself,” he scoffs, voice laced with authority.

You freeze, flushing slightly as the entire room remains frozen, waiting for your response. The way everyone bows to him, hanging on his every word, it’s unsettling.

You clear your throat, offering an easy smile. “Oh, Homelander, it’s okay. Seriously. I’d rather make it myself. Thanks, though, guys.”

He doesn’t look convinced. In fact, he looks even more annoyed, like this offends him on some deep, personal level.

You ignore it, focusing on making your drink, acting like it’s no big deal.

A second later, you glance at him. “Want one?”

Homelander blinks. “…Sure, darling.” His voice is smoother now, intrigued. “I’d appreciate that.”

You suppress a laugh, pausing. “Wait. Do you even need caffeine?”

Homelander chuckles at your question, finding your innocence endearing. “Not really. It’s more for the taste.” He leans in slightly, smirking. “But don’t worry, darling. I can still get a buzz off coffee.”

He watches intently as you prepare his drink, captivated by the effortless way you move—by the simplicity of it all. Then, a single drop of coffee escapes, trailing down your hand. Without thinking, you lift it to your lips, tongue flicking out to catch it.

His breath hitches.

You must be messing with him now, right? You have to be.

When you hand him the cup, your fingers brush.

It’s brief, barely a second, but Homelander feels it everywhere. A sharp, electric jolt races through him, rattling something inside his chest. His fingers linger—just a second too long.

His eyes lock onto yours.

The air between you shifts. Something unspoken settles between you both, thick and heavy.

Then you pull away, back to normal. Casual. Unbothered.

Homelander feels the opposite.

Just as you and Homelander settle into an easy rhythm, the break room door swings open. Firecracker strides in, her gaze locking onto him immediately.

She’s used to having his full attention—being the loudest, the most brash. Serving his every need. But right now, he isn’t even looking at her. He’s looking at you.

Her lips curl into a smirk as she saunters over, sizing you up. “Hi. I don’t think we’ve met.”

You offer a polite smile. “Oh, I know who you are.”

Firecracker chuckles, voice dripping with mock sweetness. “And I know who you are. The new recruit everyone’s buzzin' about.”

“Hopefully good things?” you say, trying to keep things light.

She scoffs. “Oh, definitely. You’re just the cutest thing, aren’t you? So innocent. So… naïve.”

Your smile doesn’t waver. “I wouldn’t say naïve, but I’ll take the compliment. Thanks.” You raise your coffee cup in a mock toast before taking a sip.

Firecracker’s smirk tightens. She was expecting intimidation, maybe even submission. But instead, you’re comfortable, unfazed. That drives her crazy.

She leans in, voice lowering. “Naïve, innocent, clueless.” She tilts her head, watching for a reaction. “I guess that’s how they like their new Seven members now.”

You twirl a strand of hair between your fingers, meeting her gaze without hesitation. “You forgot to add jealous—oh wait, that one’s just for you.”

Homelander is watching closely now. He sees the fire in your eyes—the same fire that took The Deep down without a second thought. It excites him.

Firecracker’s jaw tightens. “Jealous? Of you?” She scoffs, but there’s something forced about it. “Please. You’re just a pretty face they hired for ratings.”

“They hired you for ratings too,” you reply, still calm. “Notice I didn’t say pretty face.”

Her eyes flash. The room is silent.

Then you add, voice even but firm, “The misinformation you spread on your show is disgusting. I tried to be nice, but you lie about people of color, immigrants, the LGBT community. You cause people pain. And I’ll make sure the public knows exactly what I think of you.”

For the first time, Firecracker hesitates. A flicker of uncertainty flashes across her face before she quickly masks it with a smug grin. “Oh, sweetie,” she purrs, “you’re just a newbie. You don’t know how this business works. I’ve been playin' the game for years. People eat up what I say.”

“Yeah?” a new voice cuts in. Homelander.

He’s been silent this whole time, observing. But now? His tone is lethal.

“She’s right,” he says smoothly, tilting his head at Firecracker. “Actually, I’ve been thinking about this for a while.” His smile is slow, predatory. “I want you out.”

Firecracker stiffens. “Wait, what?”

“I’ll make sure Ashley gets you a nice severance package,” he continues, voice light, almost bored.

Firecracker blanches. “Homelander… please. I—”

He takes a step forward, voice dropping to something cold, final. “You’ve caused too many problems. You’re done.”

You watch as Firecracker’s confidence crumbles. Her eyes flick from you to him, back to you, before rage floods her features.

With a sharp glare, she storms out, knocking everything off the counters in her path. The tension in the room is thick enough to cut with a knife.

You exhale, turning back to Homelander. He’s already looking at you.

“You really wanted to fire her?” you ask, suspicious.

Homelander shrugs. “She was a liability. A nuisance. Wasn’t worth keeping around.”

You nod. “Agreed. Sorry, I’ve gone off on two members today. Not making the best first impressions, huh?”

What a ridiculous thing to say. Not making good first impressions? You’ve done more than that—you’ve rewritten his entire existence within hours of meeting. There is no before you, no after you. There is only you.

He can’t say this, though. Not yet. He doesn’t want to scare you.

Instead, he chuckles, shaking his head. “No need to apologize.” His eyes darken slightly, something unreadable lurking beneath the surface. Something possessive.

“You’ve got guts,” he murmurs. “I like that.”

—

After everything—the gala, The Deep’s failed attempt, Firecracker’s tantrum, the coffee incident—you finally feel like you can breathe.

You slide onto the counter, legs swinging slightly as you sip your coffee, completely unaware of the way he’s watching you—devouring you with his eyes.

What he wouldn’t give to just reach out, grab your face, and kiss you. To start slow, to feel the warmth of your lips against his. He can already picture it—your legs wrapped around him, your body molding to his like you were made for him. He’d ease your panties to the side, fingers teasing, circling your clit—drawing soft, sweet sounds from you as he whispers against your skin.

Such a good girl.

He’d tell you how long he’s been waiting for this. How many sleepless nights he’s spent restless, aching for something he didn’t think could exist—you. How many meaningless women he’s been through, searching for something that was never there.

Because no one else matters. No one else will ever matter.

You deserve to be worshipped, and he’s the only one worthy of doing it.

The thought alone makes him hard, his restraint hanging by a thread. He knows he could take you—could have you if he just tried. He could force you to submit.

But you’re different.

And for the first time in his life, he doesn’t just want to take.

This—you—are worth waiting for.

—

The room is still, but even you can feel the energy weighing heavy between you both.

You glance at him with a cute little smirk, breaking the ice. “I have to admit, I didn’t expect you to be so nice to me on my first day.” You tilt your head. “No offense, but I kinda thought you’d make me run laps around the building or something for initiation.”

Homelander chuckles, the sound low and amused. He steps closer, leaning against the counter beside you.

“No need for that,” he murmurs, voice smoother now. “I’m finding this way more… entertaining.”

You giggle, sipping your coffee, looking at him with soft, doe-like eyes.

And that’s it. That’s the moment.

Homelander realizes, with absolute certainty, that he’s royally fucked.

Because for the first time in his life, something inside him feels human.

And he hates it.

And he loves it.

Because it means something dangerous.

You don’t just belong to him.

He belongs to you.

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[cwwv9]

«How to live if you’re a hurricane?»

— without gender!extrovert!reader x Isagi Yoichi, Meguro Bachira, Hiori Yo, Michael Kaiser, Alexis Ness, Mikage Reo, Nagi Seishiro, Itoshi Rin, Itoshi Sae, Shidou Ryusei.

Warning: The material contains an increased emotional character, elements of obsessive attention and vivid charisma, hyperactive behavior of the main reader, violations of rules and risky situations. The narrative is artistic, stylized. Suitable for readers who love chaos, energy and passion.

Note: old text from notes 02 lol, but I corrected it a little. Enjoy reading!

We have a hyperactive reader and this is how the guys from Blue Loka will react to it.

mailbox open for queries!!!!

Isagi Yoichi

• You’re like a virus in his system - you prevent him from concentrating, distracting, breaking into plans and strategies.

• "Yoichi, go climb the wall!" you say, and he is in the middle of a tactical review.

• But he’s going. Because you’re charging him. You’re the person with whom he feels his life is bigger than football.

• You are a feast, even in the simplest things. And he falls in love when he understands: he builds tactics not only to win, but also so that you have something to celebrate.

Meguro Bachira

• You are two fools, all of them one.

• He jumps - you’re in the air. He roars - you scream. He runs - you’re ahead. He thinks you’re both out of this world, and that’s wonderful.

• You’re dancing in the middle of the street, chasing pigeons, creating chaos and shouting, "This is our city!"

• He falls in love instantly, from the first second. For him you are the other half of a monster. His own energy.

Hiori Yo

• You are his contrast.

He is quiet, strategic, inward. And you live for the break. You jump, scream, rejoice every day as if it were the last.

• You pull it out of your head. You say, "Yo, you think too much! Go be a fool!"

He is at first terrified, but then notices that with you he breathes more freely.

• He falls in love when you hug him sharply in the middle of the street just because "the sun is beautiful".

• With you he learns to be himself. And no longer wants to go back into silence

Michael Kaiser

• You are a new religion for him. He meets you and immediately thinks: "Who is this crazy star?"

• You don’t react to his pappus, you don’t look in, you don’t flatter him. Instead, you confuse him by saying, "Do you always pose? Or do you have a real life?"

Kaiser in shock. Then in rage. And then in admiration.

• You’re not afraid to be yourself, and it’s driving him crazy. You don’t walk - you fly in. You don’t talk - you throw sparks.

• And he, the king of the scene, suddenly realizes that he wants to be there. Because no one else is making him lose control. And that’s true passion.

Alexis Ness

• You’re literally scaring him.

He’s sensitive, anxious, slightly dependent. And you’re a natural disaster in human form.

• But you’re... kind. You don’t laugh at his sensitivity. You defend him. You say he’s cool, just too shy. You don’t pull it - you drive it, but always turn around to make sure it’s there.

• It starts to stretch. Slowly, like a plant to the sun. You are its sun.

• He falls in love the moment you’re at a party, standing on a table, yelling a song, and then jumping down - right into his hands. And he catches. And holds.

Mikage Reo

• You appear in his life as a color bomb with the effect of "explosion of happiness".

• Re is used to managing the situation, directing the conversation, shining - and then you burst: jump on stage, beat up speakers, dance under a street guitarist, drag him by the hand, meet half-naked skateboarders and say: «Now it’s your friends, smile!»

• At first, Reo is agitated - his reputation, style, aesthetics! But then... then he starts to like it.

You paint his world as if it had a neon in it. He laughs, how long has it been since he laughed. You infect him with your life.

• He can’t control you, and that’s what he likes. And one day he just watches you arguing with a police officer on roller skates, and thinks, "This is mine. My bright disaster."

Nagi Seichiro

• First you piss him off to his heart’s content. Loud, agitated, impatient. He just lay down, and you already call him for a party at the abandoned theater. He’s playing a game, and you’re pulling the gamepad to look at some moon outside.

• You keep him busy. And he’s... starting to like it.

• You warm up his cold interior. He starts getting up early to meet you. He starts making steps towards you, even when tired. Because you’re spring, and he wants to bloom.

• When you climb to his couch and say: «Come on, there is streaming storming supermarket», - he does not argue. Just takes the jacket. And smiles.

Itoshi Rin

• You are his troubled dream, embodied in man.

He tries to keep his distance. But you don’t back down. Shout his name through the stadium, invade his routine, shove candy, meet people he doesn’t need at all.

• He says, "Stay out of it," and you laugh: "It’s late, I’m already here."

You are a storm that is destroying his ice cocoon. And he begins to notice that he no longer hides. That he wants you to come again.

• He falls in love when you’re fooling around in front of him and are not afraid to be yourself.

You make him live, not just exist. He’s angry at himself for smiling at you. But it won’t stop.

Itoshi Sae

• You’re tearing him apart.

He’s used to being an observer, appreciating finesse and balance. And you’re just an explosion of emotion. You invade every situation as if you were made for chaos. Your voice is the background to all his memories.

• You have no filter, no brakes, no plan. And that’s what turns the soul on.

• You tease him, tease him, twist his words inside out. He responds - cold at first, then witty, then too often.

• Sae falls in love the moment you ask him to dance on the street and suddenly hug him. This is the first time someone has taken it, not waited for it to be allowed.

You are a challenge. His challenge.

Shido Ryusei

• You are the only person whose energy he doesn’t want to suppress, but rather devour in order to become even brighter.

You’re wild. No brakes. Loud, bold, you go to the craziest places, hang out with crazy people, get into fights.

He’s not pushing you away. He’s walking with you. Finally, someone is not afraid!

• You laugh when he makes a mess. You push him into an argument. You’re as crazy as he is.

• He doesn’t fall in love with you - he falls in love with the way you break the frame. You’re not just a partner. You’re his chaos. His element.

• And if anyone dares to stop you - Shido will dust that person.

[vellihor]

unspoken. chapter 3. sylus.

cw: sylus x non-mc reader, idiots in love, mute reader, knives, blood, violence, gore, trauma, angst, fluff, reader is painfully oblivious! (in the beginning at least), SLOW BURN, intentional lowercase, inspiration from og LADS lore but may contain altered versions :)

word count -> 890

italics mean reader’s thoughts

bold italics are sound effects

quotes are for phone texts

“normal text in quotes are speech”

“italicised text in quotes are signed speech”

author's note: sylus's pov! ok i just needed the extra angst.

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the doors didn’t stand a chance.

sylus blew through them with a scream of metal and fury, evol flaring so violently the walls sparked in protest. gunfire echoed behind him—standard security patrols. he didn’t care. he wasn’t here to survive.

he was here to burn this place to the ground.

he turned a corner and dragged his hand through the air—glass and steel crushed in his wake. the next wall burst inward, revealing a corridor of sterile light and mechanical whirring. his boots pounded against the floor, tracking blood and soot behind him.

“where are they?” he snarled, grabbing the next guard by the collar and slamming him into the wall hard enough to crack his skull. the body slumped before he even finished the sentence.

then—

a hum. a flicker.

the corridor lit up, and the wall ahead dissolved into a vast, cold chamber.

in its center, a circular platform rose. monitors encased its rim, and in the middle stood a podium with two large buttons.

above it, a hologram crackled to life.

oliver.

grinning.

“sylus,” he said, voice slick with mock sympathy. “welcome. took you long enough.”

sylus surged forward, fists glowing with red mist, but the platform responded with an invisible barrier—one that flared to life the second he struck it. energy crackled around his fists as he reeled back.

oliver laughed. “oh, don’t waste your strength. you’ve already lost it.”

the screens around him blinked on.

and there they were.

two containment pods.

one: her. the woman who had followed him into every fire, even when he left her to burn. her face was calm—resigned. like she already knew. like she was already letting go.

two: miss hunter. drenched in sweat, shaking, screaming at the glass. clawing for freedom. mouthing his name.

“i see you recognize the stakes,” oliver continued, his projection stepping around the console leisurely. “only one can be saved. a morality algorithm, you might call it. one lives. the other dies. simple input.”

the buttons pulsed beneath sylus’s fists.

his heart slammed against his ribs, hammering wildly at the decision.

“don’t worry,” oliver added. “we’ve calculated it all. instinct, sentimentality, heroism. let’s see how predictable you really are, the great sylus.”

sylus’s hands hovered.

her eyes found the camera. she smiled.

that damned smile. quiet. steady. like always.

she mouthed something.

“it’s okay.”

why do you always do that?

he pressed his hand against the glass. “no,” he whispered, voice cracking.

the hologram blinked.

“time’s ticking.”

5.

his hands shook. wavered as it hovered above the buttons.

4.

miss hunter’s face twisted in horror. please—please sylus please—

3.

the figure in the second pod simply closed her eyes. not out of fear. out of peace.

2.

his hand moved.

1.

he slammed it down.

the button glowed.

a hiss echoed from the screen. a hydraulic release.

her pod dropped.

“no—NO—”

he screamed as the screen faded to black, pounding his fists on the console, voice breaking into something raw, something not human.

oliver’s hologram flickered.

“predictable,” he murmured.

then vanished.

leaving sylus alone in the flickering light.

and a silence that would never leave him.

-

the sky split open as sylus dropped through it.

wind roared in his ears as he tore through the clouds, descending like a meteor, evol burning across his spine. his jaw clenched, blood still on his knuckles. he hit the ground hard enough to crater it, smoke and gravel erupting around him. before the dust even cleared, he was moving. his boots splashed through puddles of seawater and blood.

the facility’s lower docks stretched out before him, half-crumbled from internal explosions. sparks flew from broken lights. a warning siren somewhere sputtered and died. the air stank of metal, ozone, and—

gunpowder.

he dove into the water. the ocean swallowed him whole, but he kept going, driving himself lower and lower. light died above him. pressure crushed in around him. his eyes adjusting, scanning.

then he saw it.

red.

a bloom of crimson swirling like ink in the water, spreading and curling in ribbons around him. blood. fresh. too much.

his breath caught in his throat.

she had been here.

the water thrummed with the aftermath—residue from ruptured evol signatures, pulses of scorched heat still clinging to shattered debris. he scanned the wreckage of the capsule—its outer shell cracked open like an egg, torn from the inside. burn marks laced the metal.

her body…

wasn’t here.

no trace. no rise toward the surface. no sinking deeper into the abyss. just that terrible red, curling through the sea like a ghost’s final breath.

“boss,” came luke’s voice, distorted and distant in his ear. “do you see her? do you see anything?”

he didn’t respond.

he hovered in the water, frozen. the murk swirled around him, glowing faintly from his suit. for a moment, he felt like he was standing in a tomb.

“...boss?” kieran’s voice unsteady.

she had bled out here. destroyed by the capsule from within.

but her body…

like the ocean had swallowed her whole, claimed her as its own, and refused to give her back.

sylus clenched his fists, trembling in silence.

there were no words left.

just the red.

and the crushing weight of everything he had not chosen.

blood curdling screams rang in the air.

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[pearlprincess02]

the lunar mystic (cancer magic)

cancer moon

a cancer moon is deeply intuitive, naturally attuned to emotions and unseen energies. this placement enhances emotional magic, allowing one to channel feelings into manifestation and protection rituals. dreamwork is especially potent, as the subconscious mind speaks through vivid symbols and premonitions. with a strong connection to ancestral wisdom, a cancer moon may receive messages from the past or spirit guides in dreams. emotional cycles influence magical power, making intention-setting during lunar phases especially effective. this placement thrives in nurturing, water-based rituals, using emotions as a powerful tool for healing and transformation.

cancer moon - neptune aspect : deep psychic sensitivity, emotionally charged intuition, prophetic dreams, strong connection to the astral realm, energy absorption & empathy, manifesting through emotions, lunar & water magic affinity, dream symbolism & subconscious messages, natural ability for healing & protection spells, blending fantasy with reality in magic

cancer mercury

a cancer mercury manifests powerfully through emotionally charged words, using language as a vessel for intuition and deep feelings. this placement excels in spellcasting through poetry, affirmations, and spoken intentions, as emotions amplify the magic. writing becomes a sacred tool, whether through journaling manifestations, scripting desires, or crafting protective incantations. nostalgia and memory fuel spells, making past experiences a source of wisdom and power. cancer mercury’s magic is deeply personal, thriving in intimate, moonlit rituals or family traditions. when words are spoken with feeling, they ripple through the universe, bringing dreams to life.

cancer mercury - pluto aspect : emotionally charged speech, words with deep transformative power, manifesting through storytelling & journaling, intuitive spellcasting & spoken intentions, psychic communication & channeling, healing through written & verbal expression, protective incantations & ancestral wisdom, emotional depth in magic & rituals, revealing hidden truths through words, moon-powered affirmations & scripting

cancer uranus (1948 - 1956)

a cancer uranus placement brings sudden emotional insights and unexpected breakthroughs, often through unconventional or rebellious methods. this energy thrives on innovation, merging emotional depth with disruptive change. chaos magic, which embraces randomness and personal freedom, aligns well with this placement, as it allows for spontaneous, intuition-driven magic. cancer uranus isn’t bound by tradition and often explores non-traditional practices, such as divination or unconventional ritual. emotional shifts may spark sudden realizations, guiding the individual toward unique spiritual paths. this placement seeks freedom and emotional authenticity, often embracing sudden transformations in both magic and life.

mars - cancer uranus aspect : emotion-driven impulsive action, unpredictable bursts of energy, chaotic yet intuitive magic, sudden emotional breakthroughs, non-traditional ritual practices, rebellion against structured methods, instinctive approach to magic & manifestation, energetic/emotion-fueled spellwork, rapid shifts in passion & drive, unconventional emotional expression

cancer neptune (1902 - 1915)

cancer neptune enhances deep psychic sensitivity, making intuition feel like second nature. this placement blurs the line between reality and illusion, allowing for vivid dreams, strong premonitions, and an innate connection to unseen energies. emotional energy easily influences the environment, making protection and grounding essential. cancer’s nurturing nature blends with neptune’s ethereal energy, creating a natural healer who absorbs and transmutes emotions effortlessly. illusions and emotional mirroring can be both a gift and a challenge, requiring discernment in spiritual practices. this placement thrives in dreamwork, water magic, and energy healing, using emotions as a bridge to the mystical.

moon - cancer neptune : deep emotional intuition, prophetic dreams & visions, strong energy absorption, illusions & emotional mirroring, natural psychic sensitivity, dreamwork & subconscious magic, empathic healing abilities, connection to spirits & ancestral wisdom, water-based magic & rituals, blurring of reality & fantasy

cancer pluto (1914 - 1938)

cancer pluto carries intense transformative energy, delving deep into emotions, ancestral ties, and hidden truths. this placement naturally gravitates toward shadow work, uncovering deep-seated fears and emotional wounds for healing. there is a strong connection to the occult, with an innate understanding of cycles of death and rebirth, both emotionally and spiritually. power comes through emotional depth, resilience, and the ability to transmute pain into strength. cancer’s connection to the past makes ancestral magic, protection spells, and energy work especially potent. this placement thrives in deep emotional alchemy, using intuition to navigate the unseen with profound wisdom.

mercury - cancer pluto aspect : emotionally transformative words, deep psychological insights, shadow work through writing & communication, occult knowledge & hidden wisdom, intuitive/piercing speech, powerful manifestation through words, emotional alchemy & healing conversations, ancestral wisdom & channeling messages, secretive/intense thinking process, magnetism in speech & storytelling

saturn - cancer pluto aspect : disciplined shadow work, emotional resilience & endurance, structured approach to transformation, mastery of occult knowledge, karmic ancestral healing, deep emotional control & power, rebirth through hardship, protective & binding magic, wisdom gained through struggles, fearless confrontation of the past

cancer north node

a cancer north node is deeply tied to fate-driven spiritual abilities and ancestral gifts, guiding one toward emotional wisdom and intuitive mastery. this placement calls for embracing sensitivity, nurturing others, and reconnecting with ancestral roots. spiritual growth often comes through honoring family traditions, past-life knowledge, and deep emotional healing. intuition strengthens as one learns to trust inner feelings and ancestral guidance. there is a karmic pull toward using these gifts for protection, healing, and emotional transformation. by embracing vulnerability and emotional depth, this north node unlocks profound spiritual purpose and soul-aligned destiny.

cancer chiron

cancer chiron carries a powerful gift for healing magic, rooted in deep emotional sensitivity and nurturing energy. this placement is drawn to shamanic practices that focus on ancestral healing, emotional release, and inner child work. pain and past wounds become a source of wisdom, allowing for the transformation of suffering into compassion and strength. there is a natural ability to channel energy for protection, comfort, and emotional restoration. water-based rituals, dreamwork, and intuitive healing methods resonate strongly. by embracing the wounds of the past, cancer chiron finds its greatest power in guiding others through emotional and spiritual healing.

venus - cancer chiron aspect :healing through love & connection, emotional restoration in relationships, heart-centered energy healing, attracting soul-deep bonds, ancestral love & karmic relationships, compassionate/nurturing magic, healing wounds of self-worth, shamanic practices for emotional balance, soothing energy in artistic expression, transforming pain into unconditional love

cancer 1st house

cancer 1st house: for those with cancer in the 1st house, magic revolves around personal power, emotional authenticity, and self-discovery. rituals may include mirror work for self-reflection, moon phase rituals for personal growth, and aura cleansing baths to strengthen emotional resilience. affirmation spellwork and self-love candle rituals help in embracing one's true identity. essential tools include moonstone, silver jewelry, white and blue candles, and salt water for purification. this placement aligns with the lunar witch, emotional alchemist, or self-mastery witch, focusing on intuition, self-nurturing, and personal empowerment through emotional and energetic alignment.

moon in cancer 1st house: lunar rituals, self-nurturing spells, mirror magic, moon water, silver jewelry, seashells, white candles, milk baths, lunar witch, intuitive healer, emotional alchemist, lunar-powered spells, emotional manifestation, self-nurturing magic, dreamwork rituals, ancestral connection, water scrying, protection through intuition, sacred self-care, mood-based spellcasting, healing through emotional cycles

mercury in cancer 1st house: journaling spells, spoken affirmations, sigil magic, ink & parchment, ocean water, moon-charged crystals, poetry, feathers, scribe witch, wordsmith, intuitive spellcaster, manifestation through words, emotionally charged affirmations, sigil creation with intent, automatic writing for spirit guidance, storytelling for energy work, water-based divination, dream journaling magic, protective incantations, intuitive spell crafting, channeling messages from ancestors

uranus in cancer 1st house: chaos magic, spontaneous spellcasting, energy channeling, electric candles, storm water, unconventional spell ingredients, tech-based magic, chaos witch, visionary, intuitive disruptor, unpredictable energy shifts, spontaneous spellwork, emotion-driven magic bursts, revolutionary intuition, unorthodox protective spells, dream hacking & astral travel, water & storm magic fusion, manifesting through emotional rebellion, tech-enhanced spellcasting, breaking traditional magical structures

neptune in cancer 1st house: dream rituals, water scrying, illusion-based magic, blue candles, mirrors, sea glass, foggy quartz, sacred baths, dream witch, mystic, illusionist, deep psychic awareness, astral travel mastery, dream magic & lucid spellwork, water-based divination, emotionally charged glamour spells, mystical visualization magic, energy absorption & shielding, illusion weaving for protection, spiritual shapeshifting, subconscious healing spells

pluto in cancer 1st house: shadow work rituals, protection spells, ancestral magic, black obsidian, ancestral relics, dark blue candles, deep water scrying, graveyard dirt, shadow witch, transformation alchemist, death witch, deep personal transformation, emotional alchemy, shadow work & healing rituals, protection through power reclamation, channeling ancestral wisdom, moonlit banishment spells, water as a gateway to the underworld, trauma healing through magic, past life integration, death & rebirth energy mastery

north node in cancer 1st house: self-empowerment spells, mirror rituals, moonlit affirmations, aura cleansing, moonstone, silver jewelry, white candles, salt water for purification, self-written affirmations, lunar warrior, identity alchemist, self-mastery witch, personal rebirth, emotional empowerment, self-healing, moonlit rituals, aura cleansing, self-acceptance magic, body-energy alignment, sovereignty spells, intuitive self-expression, confidence rituals

chiron in cancer 1st house: inner child healing, heart chakra spells, self-love rituals, rose quartz, honey, chamomile, pink & white candles, moon-infused oils, healer witch, nurturing empath, ancestral healer, healing through nurturing magic, inner child spellwork, restorative water magic, emotional cleansing rituals, empathic energy healing, heart chakra activation, soothing ancestral wounds, moonlit self-care spells, manifesting emotional security, compassion-based protection magic

cancer 4th house

cancer 4th house : for those with cancer in the 4th house, magic is deeply rooted in ancestral connection, home protection, and emotional healing. rituals may include ancestral altar work, home blessing ceremonies, and moonlit meditations to strengthen family bonds and cleanse emotional wounds. protective spells using salt, rosemary, and black tourmaline help maintain a safe and sacred home. essential tools include family heirlooms, white and blue candles, moon water, and protective sigils placed around the home. this placement aligns with the hearth witch, ancestral healer, or guardian witch, focusing on lineage magic, emotional restoration, and sacred homekeeping.

moon in cancer 4th house : ancestral altar work, home blessing rituals, moonlit water scrying, moon water, silver bowls, family heirlooms, white candles, sea salt, lunar witch, ancestral healer, home guardian, moon-charged ancestral rituals, deep emotional connection to lineage, protection spells for home & family, dream communication with ancestors, cleansing emotional wounds through ritual, water-based divination & scrying, nurturing magic for inner healing, energetic home cleansing, using intuition for ancestral guidance, healing generational trauma through magic

mercury in cancer 4th house : writing letters to ancestors, spoken protection charms, sigil work for home stability, handwritten spells, sacred scrolls, protective sigils, incense, old family books, scribe witch, ancestral communicator, home spellcaster, ancestral wisdom through writing, storytelling as a magical practice, words as a tool for home protection, sigil magic for stability & security, automatic writing for ancestral messages, verbal incantations for emotional healing, journaling for generational trauma release, manifesting through family traditions, energy-infused letters to ancestors, mental connection to ancestral knowledge

uranus in cancer 4th house : chaos magic for breaking ancestral patterns, home energy resets, unconventional shielding, storm water, electric candles, tech-enhanced protection spells, unique sigils, chaos witch, ancestral disruptor, energy hacker, breaking generational curses through chaos magic, unconventional home protection methods, sudden ancestral insights, electric energy cleansing for the home, emotional healing through change, divination to uncover hidden family truths, energetic resets for household balance, astral communication with ancestors, home wards against unexpected disruptions, manifesting emotional freedom from past cycles

neptune in cancer 4th house : dream interpretation rituals, water scrying, protective glamour magic for the home, sea glass, enchanted mirrors, fog quartz, ocean water, soft candlelight, dream witch, psychic healer, illusionist protector, dream communication with ancestors, mystical home energy cleansing, water-based protection spells, glamour magic for home security, emotional mirroring in ancestral work, healing subconscious wounds through ritual, mystic veil magic for home secrecy, deep ancestral healing through dreams, spirit-guided house blessings, soft/subtle energy shielding

pluto in cancer 4th house : ancestral shadow work, house warding, past-life healing rituals, black salt, obsidian, ancestral relics, candlelit altars, graveyard dirt, shadow witch, ancestral warrior, protective spellcaster, breaking toxic family cycles through magic, transforming ancestral pain into power, home protection through spiritual warfare, past-life healing connected to lineage, banishing ancestral curses, graveyard offerings for ancestral guidance, deep emotional transmutation rituals, bloodline spellwork for empowerment, ancestral spirits as protective forces, karmic clearing through ritual practice

north node in cancer 4th house : ancestor veneration, home blessing spells, hearth magic, emotional release ceremonies, family heirlooms, protective herbs (rosemary, mugwort), black tourmaline, white candles, moon water, hearth guardian, ancestral healer, home protector, ancestral wisdom, generational healing, sacred home rituals, lineage protection, emotional cleansing, spirit communication, intuitive homemaking, lunar nurturing, family karma resolution, protection sigils

chiron in cancer 4th house : inner child healing spells, heart chakra work, home-based nurturing magic, rose quartz, chamomile, honey, soft blankets, nurturing herbs, healing witch, emotional alchemist, ancestral guide, healing generational emotional wounds, nurturing magic for the home, energy work focused on family bonds, home rituals for emotional safety, inner child spellcasting, moonlit healing baths, creating a sacred/emotionally safe space, magic centered on love & forgiveness, transforming pain into nurturing energy, healing karmic wounds from past lives

cancer 8th house

cancer 8th house : for those with cancer in the 8th house, magic is centered on deep occult wisdom, transformation, and death/rebirth cycles. rituals may include shadow work meditations, ancestral communication ceremonies, and moonlit water scrying to access hidden knowledge. spells for emotional alchemy and karmic healing can be enhanced with black candles, obsidian, graveyard dirt, and bloodstone. essential tools also include dark mirrors for divination and sacred water for purification. this placement aligns with the shadow witch, death walker, or occult mystic, focusing on underworld wisdom, energy transmutation, and ancestral healing.

moon in cancer 8th house : moonlit shadow work, emotional release rituals, ancestral dream connection, moon water, silver bowls, dark blue candles, graveyard flowers, obsidian, lunar shadow witch, ancestral medium, emotional alchemist, lunar-powered transformation, emotional shadow healing, ancestral dream communication, rebirth through emotional cycles, mediumship through intuition, deep emotional purging rituals, moonlit past-life regression, energy cleansing for trauma release, using lunar phases for transformation, spirit-channeling through water magic

mercury in cancer 8th house : automatic writing, sigil magic for transformation, spirit-channeling scripts, black ink, parchment, family heirlooms, whisper spells, coded messages, occult scribe, ancestral messenger, shadow wordsmith, hidden knowledge through written magic, automatic writing for spirit contact, sigils for deep transformation, spellcasting through whispering incantations, secret messages from the unseen, ancestral letters for closure & wisdom, ritual journaling for shadow work, word-based protective spellcraft, psychic communication through speech, channeled wisdom from the other side

uranus in cancer 8th house : energy resets, chaos magic for spiritual rebirth, electric spellcasting, lightning water, silver wires, unexpected spell ingredients, black tourmaline, chaos necromancer, spiritual hacker, radical shadow worker, unpredictable spiritual transformations, breaking generational curses instantly, channeling the dead through tech & modern tools, sudden flashes of occult knowledge, revolutionizing ancestral magic, unorthodox protection spells, spiritual awakening through emotional shock, tapping into unseen dimensions spontaneously, radical energy clearing for rebirth, manifesting personal power through disruption

neptune in cancer 8th house : astral projection, dream channeling, spirit communication through water, sea glass, enchanted mirrors, fog quartz, black candles, saltwater bowls, dream necromancer, astral traveler, water mystic, mystical visions of the afterlife, dream-based necromancy, spiritual shapeshifting through ritual, astral communication with spirits, energy illusions for protection, deep ancestral healing through trance work, hidden knowledge revealed through dreams, channeled messages from past lives, mediumship through water scrying, emotional veils between worlds

pluto in cancer 8th house : ancestral shadow work, bloodline transformation spells, spiritual rebirth ceremonies, black obsidian, graveyard dirt, candlelit sigils, bones, deep water scrying, necromantic sorcerer, shadow alchemist, death priestess, mastery of ancestral death magic, rebirth through spiritual destruction, energy transmutation at a soul level, channeling raw power from the underworld, transforming trauma into strength, magnetic attraction to occult wisdom, protection magic through shadow forces, mediumship through bloodline rituals, psychic self-reinvention through pain, karmic cycles broken through personal power

north node in cancer 8th house : shadow work, death/rebirth meditations, candle flame divination, past-life rituals, black candles, obsidian, dark mirrors, graveyard dirt, blood magic (ethically sourced), shadow alchemist, rebirth sorceress, underworld mystic, transformation, shadow work, ancestral trauma healing, past-life revelations, energy transmutation, necromantic wisdom, occult studies, karmic cycles, underworld guidance, soul purification

chiron in cancer 8th house : ancestral healing ceremonies, emotional wound purification, past-life regression, healing crystals, rose quartz, dark blue candles, protective oils, salt baths, wounded healer, soul alchemist, emotional necromancer, healing generational wounds through magic, transforming pain into spiritual strength, protection spells for emotional security, shadow work to heal the deepest wounds, releasing inherited emotional trauma, magical self-rebirth through vulnerability, using grief as a source of power, water-based rituals for soul purification, embracing darkness for emotional empowerment, breaking cycles of spiritual suffering

cancer 9th house

cancer 9th house : for those with cancer in the 9th house, rituals are focused on seeking higher wisdom and connecting with spiritual traditions. these individuals may engage in sacred pilgrimages or journaling practices to uncover ancestral truths and explore deeper realms of knowledge. rituals often include meditations, dreamwork, and ceremonies designed to honor ancestral wisdom and promote spiritual enlightenment. tools like moonstone, lapis lazuli, sacred texts, and incense are commonly used to enhance the connection to the divine and the unknown. the type of witch here is a spiritual scholar or wisdom seeker, guiding others in ritualistic practices and spiritual teachings that bridge the ancient with the present.

moon in cancer 9th house: moonlit prayers, intuitive divination, water scrying for spiritual guidance, moon water, white candles, sacred texts, seashells, silver charms, lunar priestess, intuitive scholar, mystical traveler, spiritual wisdom through intuition, divine feminine energy rituals, emotional connection to religious traditions, moon-based sacred knowledge, water scrying for divine messages, spiritual pilgrimages & sacred sites, dream revelations of higher truth, channeling spiritual ancestors, devotion through poetic prayers, ritual fasting for enlightenment

mercury in cancer 9th house: sacred text study, prayer writing, incantations for wisdom, old manuscripts, ritual ink, spoken blessings, coded sigils, feathers, scriptural mystic, occult scholar, prophetic scribe, ancient spiritual texts & wisdom, spells in sacred languages, mantras & incantations for higher learning, channeled messages from divine sources, sigils for spiritual expansion, sacred storytelling for enlightenment, philosophical magic through words, divination through scripture, oral traditions & mystical teachings, automatic writing from spirit guides

uranus in cancer 9th house: energy activation spells, spontaneous divination, astral travel experiments, electric candles, storm water, futuristic sigils, cosmic maps, spiritual rebel, divine innovator, cosmic disruptor, radical shifts in spiritual beliefs, unconventional ritual practices, challenging traditional religious dogma, lightning energy for enlightenment, astral travel to divine realms, technology-infused spirituality, sudden flashes of divine wisdom, revolutionary perspectives on faith, breaking outdated spiritual rules, freedom-focused spiritual rituals

neptune in cancer 9th house: trance meditation, sacred water blessings, dreamwork for divine messages, holy water, blue candles, ethereal music, white veils, ocean relics, dream prophet, oceanic mystic, spiritual visionary, mystical visions of higher realms, sacred water rituals for purification, prophetic dreams of divine wisdom, spiritual devotion through music & dance, merging with divine consciousness, energy sensitivity to sacred spaces, illusion & glamour magic in religious rites, etheric connection to spiritual deities, mystical faith beyond structured religion, channeling divine poetry & art

pluto in cancer 9th house: shadow integration practices, spiritual initiation rites, ritual rebirth ceremonies, obsidian, ritual daggers, dark red candles, sacred relics, smoke offerings, spiritual alchemist, ritual initiator, hidden knowledge seeker, transformational spiritual journeys, death & rebirth in religious experiences, deep study of occult philosophy, initiation into sacred mysteries, power through secret spiritual teachings, karmic lessons in religious devotion, ancestral wisdom hidden in sacred texts, manifesting spiritual power through sacrifice, protective magic through divine forces, understanding life & death cycles through faith

north node in cancer 9th house: sacred pilgrimages, ancestral honoring ceremonies, spiritual enlightenment rituals, wisdom-seeking meditations, candles, sacred texts, moonstone, incense, ancestral relics, crystals for knowledge, spiritual scholar, wisdom seeker, ancestral priestess, sacred travel for spiritual growth, connecting with ancestral wisdom, rituals for enlightenment & awakening, deep rituals of truth-seeking, moon & water rituals for higher learning, invoking divine guides for spiritual teachings, astral projection for knowledge retrieval, healing through sacred traditions, exploring ancient spiritual practices, dreamwork to channel universal wisdom

chiron in cancer 9th house: ancestral healing prayers, sacred water cleansing, forgiveness rituals, holy oils, soft fabrics, pastel candles, handwritten affirmations, herbal elixirs, spiritual healer, wounded prophet, faith-based alchemist, healing past-life religious wounds, finding faith through personal pain, spiritual mentorship for emotional healing, sacred water rituals for renewal, teaching others through lived experience, emotional transcendence through devotion, connecting with divine love for inner peace, releasing guilt through sacred ceremonies, spirituality as a source of personal strength, transforming suffering into divine wisdom

cancer 10th house

cancer 10th house : for those with cancer in the 10th house, magic is focused on spiritual leadership, public influence, and legacy work. rituals may include career manifestation spells, lunar leadership rites, and ancestral guidance invocations to step into one’s spiritual authority. magic for recognition and divine purpose can be enhanced with gold and silver candles, citrine, moonstone, handwritten declarations, and ritual robes. essential tools also include symbols of status (crowns, staffs) and sacred water for emotional balance. this placement aligns with the high priestess, lunar guide, or spiritual mentor, channeling ancestral wisdom and intuitive leadership to guide and inspire others.

moon in cancer 10th house : moon phase ceremonies, public energy healing, emotional empowerment circles, silver jewelry, sacred water, white candles, lunar sigils, blue silk, lunar high priestess, emotional guide, public spiritual leader, public intuitive guidance, lunar cycles for career magic, emotional influence in spiritual leadership, healing magic in the public eye, water rituals for community cleansing, motherly protection magic for society, manifesting career success through intuition, channeling divine feminine wisdom, harnessing emotions for leadership power, public rituals under the full moon

mercury in cancer 10th house : spoken affirmations for success, public spell recitation, community storytelling rituals, quills, sacred scripts, parchment, blue ink, whisper spells, public spellcaster, divine messenger, sacred storyteller, speaking spiritual truth publicly, writing rituals for leadership empowerment, channeled wisdom for career success, manifesting influence through spoken word, public incantations for guidance, community spiritual storytelling, oral traditions for magical leadership, sigil work for professional recognition, sacred contracts & oath-bound magic, communication with divine forces in public spaces

uranus in cancer 10th house : sudden spiritual awakenings, rebellion magic, community energy resets, lightning-charged tools, electric candles, holographic symbols, storm water, radical prophet, futuristic mystic, chaos magician, disrupting outdated spiritual systems, public leadership through innovation, channeling chaotic energy for transformation, breaking spiritual taboos in leadership, lightning-infused manifestation rituals, inventing new magical traditions, sudden fame for spiritual insights, unpredictable magical influence in public, freedom-based ritual practices, technology-enhanced spellcasting

neptune in cancer 10th house : dream channeling for collective guidance, mass energy cleansing, water blessings, holy water, enchanted mirrors, sacred mist, fog quartz, blue candles, dream prophet, mystical leader, sacred illusionist, public dream interpretation for society, spiritual leadership through mystery, glamour magic for public presence, illusion-based protection rituals, guiding others through spiritual fog, using media & art for spiritual influence, channeling divine messages in public spaces, mass rituals for emotional healing, mystical aura of spiritual leadership, empathic connection to collective consciousness

pluto in cancer 10th house : leadership initiation ceremonies, karmic cleansing for public figures, power-binding magic, obsidian, black sigils, deep water scrying, sacred contracts, transformation candles, high priestess of power, spiritual alchemist, occult authority, mastering public influence through magic, spiritual power dynamics in leadership, shadow work as a public figure, authority in occult & esoteric wisdom, rebirth through professional magic, binding contracts for power & control, ancestral leadership through past lives, deep emotional transformation in public roles, harnessing hidden forces for career growth, magnetism & mystery as a public figure

north node in cancer 10th house : leadership affirmations, career manifestation spells, solar/lunar balance rituals, public speaking magic, gold & silver candles, citrine, crown symbols, handwritten declarations, ritual robes, high priestess, spiritual leader, lunar authority, divine leadership, spiritual mentorship, legacy magic, fame manifestation, ritualistic discipline, public energy work, higher purpose alignment, ancestral guidance in career, divine responsibility, community ritual work

chiron in cancer 10th house : public healing circles, ancestral healing for the masses, forgiveness ceremonies, healing crystals, soft blue robes, handwritten affirmations, sacred herbs, wounded healer, spiritual mentor, karmic guide, healing ancestral trauma in public spaces, guiding society through spiritual wounds, turning pain into wisdom-based leadership, creating sacred spaces for collective healing, emotional vulnerability as a strength, forgiveness & compassion-based rituals, spiritual leadership through self-healing, empowering others by embracing personal wounds, healing generational pain through public magic, sacred mentorship for those in spiritual crisis

cancer 12th house

cancer 12th house : for those with cancer in the 12th house, magic is deeply tied to hidden wisdom, dreamwork, and past-life abilities. rituals may include lucid dreaming practices, astral travel meditations, and water scrying to access the subconscious and spiritual realms. magic for spiritual protection and past-life healing can be enhanced with amethyst, moon water, veils for ritual work, blue and purple candles, and dream journals. essential tools also include silver bowls for water divination and protective sigils for energy shielding. this placement aligns with the dreamwalker, veil witch, or astral mystic, mastering the unseen, intuitive downloads, and deep karmic healing.

moon in cancer 12th house : moonlit dream journaling, past-life regression under the full moon, emotional release ceremonies, silver mirrors, moonstone, dreamcatchers, water bowls for scrying, white silk, dream seer, hidden empath, subconscious healer, lunar dream prophecy, deep emotional subconscious magic, hidden intuition & psychic gifts, past-life emotions resurfacing, cleansing rituals for emotional wounds, water scrying for soul messages, astral travel guided by emotions, manifesting through subconscious energy, rituals for ancestral emotional healing, connecting with spirit guides through dreams

mercury in cancer 12th house : automatic writing, telepathic spellcasting, dream-inspired poetry magic, secret manuscripts, hidden letters, ink infused with moon water, blue candles, psychic scribe, hidden oracle, channeled messenger, messages received in dreams, secret spells hidden in writing, automatic writing from past lives, channeling spirits through text, telepathic messages in dream states, enchanted ink for binding knowledge, language of the subconscious mind, sigils formed in dreams, secret knowledge of esoteric teachings, spoken word spells for unseen forces

uranus in cancer 12th house : electric energy alignment, astral shock rituals, subconscious rewiring spells, storm-charged crystals, electric blue candles, shattered mirrors, encoded symbols, chaos dreamwalker, subconscious hacker, astral stormcaster, spontaneous spiritual awakenings, unconventional dream magic, hidden psychic gifts unlocked suddenly, astral projection through electricity, subconscious reprogramming spells, unpredictable prophetic visions, karmic energy flashes in meditation, breaking illusions with chaos magic, reality-shifting in the dream world, disrupting subconscious fears with magic

neptune in cancer 12th house : sacred water dream rituals, deep trance meditation, spirit channeling through music, holy water, enchanted veils, deep blue fabrics, ethereal perfumes, mystical dreamer, ethereal seer, divine illusionist, prophetic dreams from other realms, astral merging with spirit guides, spiritual illusions in dream states, energy sensitivity in the unseen world, water as a conduit for dream magic, merging with divine consciousness in sleep, channeling lost souls in hidden spaces, fog & mist magic for protection, sacred music & poetry for spiritual connection, unraveling karmic lessons through trance

pluto in cancer 12th house : past-life death/rebirth meditation, deep shadow work ceremonies, soul contract rewriting, obsidian, darkened mirrors, ritual fire for purification, ancient books of wisdom, shadow alchemist, underworld dreamwalker, karmic healer, uncovering hidden past-life powers, shadow work in the subconscious, death & rebirth magic in dreams, rituals for breaking ancestral cycles, unveiling buried spiritual truths, soul contract transformations, secrets of the occult revealed in sleep, intense karmic purging rituals, healing suppressed trauma through magic, mastery over the unknown forces

north node in cancer 12th house : dream journaling, astral projection, hidden wisdom invocation, water scrying, blue & purple candles, amethyst, moon water, enchanted veils, sigils for the unconscious mind, dreamwalker, astral mystic, subconscious sorcerer, hidden knowledge, subconscious mastery, dream divination, past-life recall, karmic healing, astral travel, spirit communication, intuitive downloads, veil-walking, energy sensitivity

chiron in cancer 12th house : sacred water purification, subconscious emotional release therapy, past-life healing sessions, ancestral relics, gentle herbal teas, soft blue cloth, ritual healing baths, karmic healer, dream medicine woman, emotional alchemist, healing emotional wounds from past lives, karmic pain manifesting in dreams, using water for deep emotional cleansing, forgiveness rituals for the soul, sacred healing baths for subconscious trauma, connecting with spiritual ancestors for guidance, unraveling self-sabotaging patterns, finding wisdom in emotional pain, transcending hidden fears through magic, releasing past burdens through dream messages

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