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Pairing: Outlaw!Suguru Geto x Female Reader Genre: Western AU WC: 8.7k Summary:

“Gettin’ train tickets ain’t easy. Where ya headed?” “Just a few towns over. Goin’ to visit family,” you explain, now more relaxed with him. Something about the way he was able to soothe your nerves makes Suguru feel proud. It also is making him clearly insane, because some sick part of Suguru begins to think he could be your family. If you’ll let him. “What about you?” His brows shoot up in surprise. Why would you want to know about him? “Me?” You nod quickly. “I know you’re…” You lean forward and Suguru mirrors the action as shivers race up his spine when you whisper scandalously, “...an outlaw.”

Story Warning: Train robbery, hostage situation, lying and scheming, profanity bc bitch it's me??, dub-con, Suguru has a corruption kink, needy downbad Suguru, "virgin" reader, guns, smut, blowjob, riding, fingering, spit, thinking about spitting, i love spit, dirty fantasies, titty sucking probably, using ropes, hair pulling (lmfaooooo), threats of violence, dirty talk, inexperienced reader, spit!, overstimulation, humiliation kink, Suguru is kinda pathetic, actually real pathetic, don't get your hopes up idk

Artist Credit: @/tsumusbeloved (on twitter)

A/N: FINALLYYYYY. This has been sitting in my drafts for like 3 months!!! I hope yall enjoy!!!

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It’s the shrill screech of the metal meeting metal on the train tracks that Suguru enjoys most about his work. How this massive tank of metal carrying so many people can just fly across the country, providing beautiful views of miles and miles of desert sands and mountains. The wildlife roams free on the frontier without a care in the world. And the train just keeps going, filling the sky with thick curls of black smoke.

Yeah, this train has many people on it.

Which means, this train has plenty of goods that will soon be his.

“Ah, you dropped your hat, boss.” A smooth voice speaks behind Suguru, holding open the train door as one other clambers in. Suguru kindly grabs his hat from the man, placing it atop his head as he watches his partner take the last person’s hand, lifting them inside.

It’s a woman, small and with strawberry blonde hair. She grabs onto the man before her. The disgust is clear on her face as her eyes roam along his body.

“Couldn’t pick another day to wear no shirt, Larue?” She complains, spreading a small cloud of dust as she brushes her clothes off.

Larue shrugs, chuckling lightly while he closes the train door. The rushing roar of the winds finally subsides. “It’s hot as all hell outside, Manami. Why not be shirtless? Besides, it gives everyone something spectacular to gawk at.” He motions towards his chest where his new set of ink lies – two hearts, one where each of his nipples are.

“A drunken bet gone right, if you ask me,” Larue had said the night after. “They’re gonna love these at the whorehouse.”

“If you two’re finished…” Suguru begins. Both Larue and Manami straighten up. “I wanna get in ‘n outta here. No funny business. Larue, take the back of the train. Better for you to be there in case the conductor gets any ideas. Grab what ‘ya can get your hands on – jewels, shoes, money. Don’t matter.” Suguru taps his chin in thought, running through his mental list to make sure he hasn’t forgotten anything. “Oh! And don’t forget to check the bars for any spoons or forks. Y’know what that silver’s worth. Me ‘n Manami will take the front of the train.”

Larue nods, no further instruction needed and Manami smiles next to him excitedly. She quickly shuffles over to Suguru’s side, looping her arm through his and Suguru rolls his eyes before slipping his arm out of her hold. Manami shoots him a pouty look before she quickly recovers, folding her arms over her chest.

“Alright, Boss. I’m ready.” She says with a hushed tone. Larue gives one more nod before he turns around and heads the opposite way. He slides the door slightly ajar, peering inside and just after he enters and the door has been shut and locked, Suguru and Manami hear the muffled shrieks of the passengers in the car.

“Hands in the fucking air! This is a stick up!”

Suguru peers down at Manami who is already staring up at him with eager eyes. And it takes everything in Suguru to not roll his eyes in response. She really gets on his last nerve.

‘I gotta get rid of her after this one,’ he thinks as he moves past the woman and into the opposite end of the train.

He slips through the door, closing it quietly behind Manami once she’s in. No one bothers to look up when they come in and Suguru counts his lucky stars that this will be easier than he anticipated. They make their way along the aisle, offering soft smiles to the passengers that happen to look up as they pass. Suguru thinks there’s nothing but a bunch of carefree monkeys too relaxed and stupid as all hell on this train. They don’t even know what’s coming and if they know what’s good for them, they won’t bother to fight back when they find out.

He lets Manami do the work of maintaining a mental checklist of every item worth its salt in this train car. This is where he’ll leave Manami to do her part. Then Suguru will take the final car where the stragglers usually reside. Larue is already taking care of everything in the back. When he’s done, he’ll pile up all the goods in an empty car and then make his rounds to grab what Manami and Suguru collect.

When they reach the end of the current car, Suguru turns to Manami who is already reaching into her blouse. She beams, eyes locked on Suguru as she slowly pulls out a pretty little Colt’s revolver. Her lips pull up at the corners, a sly grin on her face. If it’s meant to be alluring to Suguru, it’s not working. In fact it’s having the opposite effect. It’s so annoying, the way her pupils dilate when she looks at him. It’s only been a few months since Manami joined their group, but it’s only getting worse for Suguru. She spends half her time trying to seduce him and failing. And it’s not that Manami is unattractive. She’s a very beautiful woman, but she’s not exactly Suguru’s type.

He’s looking for someone a bit more…inexperienced when it comes to this life of crime. Someone he can mold into his ideal woman, untouched by the roughness that west has to offer. Manami has been doing this for far too long, and already has habits that consistently get under Suguru’s skin. She’d never interest him that way.

The pink haired woman flashes Suguru her gun, pointing her chin towards the last car as a signal for him to go on. Suguru nods, spinning on his heel and heading towards his destination. And just in time too, because he hears the door on the other end of the train car close and he knows Larue has finished and has come to assist Manami.

The train car slides shut behind Suguru right as he hears the passengers scream in the car behind him. It’s louder than the first instance and catches the attention of the passengers in his car who now stare at him with wide eyes, mouths agape like a sea of fish.

Suguru rubs the nape of his neck, frowning. Then, offering a goofy grin, he mutters, “Ah well…” He reaches behind him, wrapping his nimble fingers around the cool, wooden handle tucked into his waistband. He whips out his revolver, the sun glaring off of the fancy gold weapon as Suguru aims it at the passengers who all shriek in terror. The women clutch their jewels. The men hold onto their women. And Suguru? He laughs raucously before he barks out, “Put ‘em up!”

- - - - - -

It’s a little surprising how easily the heist goes, but Suguru tries not to give it too much thought. You start thinking something’s gonna go wrong and it damn sure will. While Manami is guiding passengers into the back cars, Larue has the conductor held hostage, locked away with threats of a bullet to his skull unless he continues driving. He’d only shown his face and quickly hid away in his cabin when Suguru told him to use his fucking brain unless he wanted it splattered across the window.

Now, Suguru finds himself roaming the cabin to see if there are any stragglers. And there is one. A very beautiful woman, at that. There you sit, in the last seat of the train car. He slowly makes his way over to you. Suguru thinks you must be some type of saloon girl. Your pretty little dress and waist neatly cinched in a leather corset is the giveaway. He glances over his shoulder, just to be sure this cabin is empty, only to find that it truly is only himself and you left. He hates having to wrangle the stragglers. That’s Manami and Larue’s job. And Suguru hates it even more when they’re not doing it.

He tightens the grip on his gun, turning to give you an earful until his eyes meet yours. They’re so wide and glistening, like you’re on the verge of tears. Your lips are quivering, your bottom lip protruding in a pout. It reminds him of the look Manami gave him just before the heist started. Except when coming from you, for some reason, it’s bringing out a different reaction. 

His heart rate quickens, and Suguru’s hands suddenly feel clammy and not from the heat in this train car. He can feel sweat beginning to bead on his forehead and he has to swallow to quell the dryness that’s forming in his throat. Then he’s tucking his weapon away into his holster and moving towards you.

“I beg your pardon, ma’am,” Suguru speaks calmly as he takes the seat in front of you. You peer up at him, with apparent fear in your eyes and he wants nothing more than to see that look disappear. Usually, he’d use force to get you out and rounded up with the rest of the passengers. He’s not sure why, but there’s something about you that makes Suguru want to take care of you. “Why didn’t you leave with the rest of the crowd?” He questions.

You’re fidgeting with the fabric of your dress in your lap, visibly shaken even as Suguru removes his hat and sets it on the seat in front of you before he sits down.

“I–” you clear your throat and bite down on your lip, seemingly to calm your nerves. 

“I’m not gonna hurt ya, ma’am,” he tells you softly, reassuring you. “Just wonderin’.” Suguru takes this time to drink in your features – how soft you look, the way your body so beautifully fills that dress of yours, how you’ve got a face that will be burned into his memory long after this encounter.

And for some reason, it also feels as if it was burned into his memory long before this encounter. There’s a familiarity about you that Suguru can’t quite place. He’s certain he’s seen your face somewhere. He had been through many saloons and brothels in his time traveling the frontier. Perhaps he had run into you in one of the many establishments he frequented? 

No. No, Suguru would remember if he saw a woman who looked like you in any of those places. You would have easily stood out in the crowd. He would have called you up to his room on any of those nights. 

You bite down on your lip as you stare at Suguru. As afraid as you look, you don’t break eye contact. To see you so stricken with fear, and yet you steadily look him in the eye without blinking. You show courage even when faced with danger, and it does something to him. 

The look on your face has him picturing all sorts of things about you and he doesn’t even know your name.

“I was afraid,” you mutter quietly. 

Thankfully so, because Suguru was just about to begin imagining a life outside of crime with you. Which is shocking in and of itself. Three minutes of simply staring at you had him visualizing a future on the prairie hanging laundry on the line while you fed the cattle.

‘Keep it together.’

“Don’t be scared. I’m not gonna hurt nobody,” Suguru reassures you again. He tries to calm your nerves with a smile which seems to work because he sees you visibly exhale. You return his gesture with a small smile of your own, and his imagination runs wild once more.

“Promise?” You ask, Suguru’s smile widens. 

‘Cute,’ he thinks. He wants to see more of those. “I promise, sweetheart.”

He can hear the way you huff, something between a laugh and a sigh of relief. And Suguru finds himself becoming more and more infatuated with you as he keeps the conversation going.

“Gettin’ train tickets ain’t easy. Where ya headed?”

“Just a few towns over. Goin’ to visit family,” you explain, now more relaxed with him. Something about the way he was able to soothe your nerves makes Suguru feel proud.

It also is making him clearly insane, because some sick part of Suguru begins to think he could be your family. If you’ll let him.

“What about you?”

His brows shoot up in surprise. Why would you want to know about him? “Me?”

You nod quickly. “I know you’re…” You lean forward and Suguru mirrors the action as shivers race up his spine when you whisper scandalously, “...an outlaw.”

He leans back, rubbing his chin thoughtfully while he purses his lips together. His gaze is locked onto you because he wonders if you’re up to something. If you’re not as sweet and innocent as you look. But when you lean back and flutter your lashes at him, he begins to doubt it. That sweet face of yours is a rare one to see on this side of the wild west; beautiful and unscarred. You don’t look like you’ve been exposed to anything more dangerous than a thunderstorm. And it’s arousing. The air of innocence that you carry has Suguru shifting in his seat, his pants suddenly feeling tighter.

This is exactly what he’s been wanting. Someone opposite of Manami, someone who is interested in his life, but not involved with crime in the least. As far as he can tell, you’re clean as a whistle. And Suguru likes to think he’s good at reading people.

“Never seen a outlaw before?” He drawls. You shake your head, back to messing around nervously with your dress.

“Never,” you answer softly, batting those pretty, long lashes at him. “Only seen ‘em on signs. Wanted…dead, or alive.”

Oh, you really are sheltered.

“Well, now you’ve seen one in person.” Suguru combs his fingers through his dark tresses, grinning like his criminal status is one to be proud of. To him, he supposes it is. “What d’ya think?”

You do that lip biting thing that Suguru is beginning to realize he finds cute. Maybe it’s a nervous tick, but this time it seems it’s to be you holding back a smile. Everything you do is cute to him. Everything you do is sweet, innocent, arousing.

“I…” You lean forward in your seat again, and whether you realize it or not, it gives Suguru a perfect view of the swell of your breasts. It’s a struggle to keep his focus on your face when your skin looks so smooth, and unmarred, perfect. Those plush lips of yours whisper, “...I think it’s exciting.”

He can only think one thought in this moment.

He wants to ruin you.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“What’s excitin’ about it?” He asks, though he has an idea what it is. The travel, not being tied down to anyone or anything, the freedom this life provides. It’s what they all say when they try to make small talk. “Pretty girl like you can’t possibly know nothin’ about this life.”

You inhale deeply, leaning back in your seat and Suguru watches closely, the way your chest rises and falls with the breath. “Well, I never seen a outlaw in person. Surely never spoke to one. And…” You purse your lips together, like you’re contemplating if you should say the next thing. But you do anyway. “I just never thought a outlaw could be so pretty.”

His eyes widen, the corners of his lips rising with a goofy grin. “Pretty?” He chuckles, combing his fingers through his hair again. “You really think so?”

He’s been called a lot of things, but pretty is not one of them.

“Yep. Look at ya.” You stand, moving quickly to cross the small gap between you both and take a seat next to him. You reach for his arm, then hesitate, pulling back for a second. You peer up at Suguru, silently asking permission and he nods. Your fingers ghost along his forearm, over his bicep, along his neck where his Adam's apple bobs with a gulp, and then your hand is cupping his cheek. Your trail leaves behind a trail of goosebumps.

And Suguru’s pants grow tighter.

Suguru has had his fair share of women and men alike during his time as a felon. But you’re particularly tempting. He’s not sure he’s ever wanted someone as badly as he wants you right now and it’s been all of ten minutes in this train car together. But any minute now, his crew is going to come through those doors and tell him they’re ready to go. And then Suguru will have to leave and the chances of him seeing you ever again are slim to none. 

But on the bright side, the chances of him seeing you again are slim to none. It’s a little sudden, but you seem like you want him with the way you’re feeling him up right about now. Maybe you'd let him bury his cock as deep as he can go, fuck you until you’re screaming his name, begging and crying on his cock. Then he’ll fill you with his seed, maybe leave a baby in you to remember him by if you’re lucky and then he’ll grab his spoils with Larue and the rest and go. Then he'll never see you again. 

This desert is far and wide. He’d have you today, then never have to face you again for the rest of his life. A woman like you? You'll be just fine. A pretty face and an even prettier smile. Though he thinks you're a bit naive. Have to be to be sitting here chatting with him like he’s some gentleman you met on a leisurely trip to see your relatives. Regardless, there will be some poor fool out there that'll be happy to have you after he's had his way with you.

‘Weren’t you just daydreaming about settling down with this woman?’

“Pretty eyes,” you hum, pulling Suguru from his filthy fantasies. “Nice skin, pretty lips. Just…very pretty.” Your thumb caresses his skin and his eyes can't help but notice the way your gaze is locked to his lips. He pokes his tongue out, watching your eyes widen just slightly at the motion, as he runs the wet muscle along his lips. And he’s right back in his head, thinking of all the ways he could have you.

There’s no mistaking the thick tension filling the room at this moment. Like a lightning bolt hitting the same spot repeatedly. Each stroke of your fingers along his cheek only intensifies the mood. Suguru’s lips curl into a teasing smirk, and yours into one that matches. “Why do I feel like you're trouble?” He says.

Your smile widens, and like a magnet, Suguru finds himself slowly being drawn closer and closer to you. Even as a soft laugh falls from your lips, his mind is wiped clean of all thoughts that don't consist of you.

“Me? That’s funny comin’ from a outlaw like yourself,” you mutter just as you close the distance between you, pressing your lips teasingly to Suguru's. They barely touch, truly a ghost of a touch but Suguru still has to swallow down the moan that damn near bursts from his chest the second your mouth was close enough to his.

You pull away suddenly, covering your lips as you lean away, your eyes wide with worry. “‘m sorry.”

“What are you apologizin’ for?” Suguru asks, scooting closer.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into me…I just…” You’re back to fidgeting with your dress again, and Suguru places a large hand over yours to stop the movement. “You’re a criminal, and I’m just me. I shouldn’t even be talkin’ to you.” You stare up at him with wide eyes, and fuck he wants you.

You look so sweet, so pure looking at him like that. And he feels a little like a piece of shit because while you’re looking at him with probably innocent thoughts floating around in your head, he’s thinking about how he’d love nothing more than to cover your face in his seed.

“I’m not a bad guy,” Suguru lies easily. “Have I done bad things?” He shrugs, because he’s done way too many terrible things to count. Better not to give a real answer to that one. “But I’m enjoyin’ our conversation. The kiss was just a perk. Wouldn’t mind it if it happened again. I’d gladly accept it.”

“But…I don’t even know you…”

‘All the better,’ is what he wants to say, but instead, he tells you, “And that’s fine. Listen–” he squeezes your hand gently. “Best part of bein’ a criminal is that I just do what I want. Don’t gotta ask permission for nothin’.”

Your eyes swim with curiosity. “It’s that easy?”

“Yep. Do what makes ya feel good, sweetheart.”

You still don’t look convinced, and if this next question doesn’t work, Suguru will have no choice but to tie you up and dump you in the other train car with the rest of the hostages. He doesn’t have much time to waste trying to get you just to kiss him.

“Lemme ask ya…did you like kissin’ me?”

He knows he should be worrying about the heist, not some pretty face distracting him from the job. But when you speak again, he tells himself the job can go to hell.

“Yes…but…I got scared. I– I’ve only done some things with a man…” you admit quietly. “And I’m not too good at it.”

Fuck. He has to have you.

“That’s not a problem, sweetheart,” he reassures you, and you beam.

Your hand grasps onto Suguru’s, squeezing tightly. “Really?”

He nods. “I don’t got much time before I gotta leave, but I can show ya some things real quick.”

“You’ll show me? How to do things?” Your voice is eager, so ready. Suguru is finding it hard to contain how much you’re turning him on right now. “Like kissin’ and…y’know other stuff?”

“What kinda stuff?” He asks, because he wants you to say it. Wants to know how far you’re willing to go if you’ve never done a damn thing before. You pinch your lips together, turning your head away shyly. But Suguru gently cups your chin, turning you to look at him again.

“What kinda stuff?” He repeats. “Tell me.”

“Stuff…that makes a man…y’know…”

He grins, tauntingly. “Enlighten me,” he whispers.

“Stuff to make a man…” you worry your lip between your teeth. “...feel good.”

Oh hell. 

What type of good deeds has Suguru done to find himself here? With someone as virtuous as you, who is asking him of all people to show you how to please him? He has half a mind to tell you no. He’s got shit to do and his partners are bound to come looking for him any minute. But his cock is screaming within the confines of his pants to get into those undergarments of yours. And there’s no argument to be had here. 

He’s listening to his dick.

Suguru crashes his lips to yours, swallowing up the yelp that escapes you from the sudden kiss. “I’ll teach ya whatever ya want, pretty girl.” He groans into your mouth. 

He kisses you hard, but slowly, giving you time to catch up. You’re a little slow to pick up, but you get there. Your lips slot against his, fingers slipping into his hair and holding on tight, making Suguru groan into the kiss once more.

“We don’t got a lotta time,” he breathes against you.

You nod, pulling away to look up at him. “What d’ya want?”

You.

He needs you – bent over the passenger seat and holding onto the bar sitting atop it while he fucks you from behind. He needs you sitting on his face, needs your hand around his length. But he’s looking at your face again, so desperate for instruction. Looks at your lips, swollen from the little bit of kissing you’ve been doing. And he knows exactly what he needs in this moment.

“Ever had a cock in your mouth?” He shifts, sitting back against the seat.

You shake your head.

“Ever touched one?”

Another shake of your head.

“What have you done?”

You hum, thinking only for a short time before you answer. “Kissed.”

What fucking luck.

Doesn’t matter what they score off the train today. This is the biggest reward of all.

“Good,” Suguru says, tugging your hand until you stand. With a grin, he guides you to the floor until you’re sitting up on your knees. “There won’t be another man who’s had ya then. I’ll show ya how to please me, make me feel good.” 

You nod, and Suguru can’t believe how easy this was as he fumbles with his belt, quickly undoing the buckle. He yanks his pants down, along with his underwear. Only to his knees. He wants to be able to get up quickly if needed. Suguru’s dick sits against his stomach, fat and long, with a harsh red tip that leaks with precum. He peers down at you, your eyes honed in on his length.

“Touch it,” he whispers encouragingly.

Your eyes meet as you move, your hands wrapping around Suguru tenderly, pulling a hiss from him. You hold his length like it’s a foreign object, and he supposes it is to you since it’s the first time you’ve done. Suguru grits his teeth, bringing a hand up to your fist. You’re simply touching him and his dick is throbbing in your grip.

“Move your hand…up ‘n down,” he tells you. “Like this.” He guides you, helping to move your hand in slow and light pumps until you’ve found a rhythm that works. His head falls back as the pleasure takes over. “Ahhh–shit, just like that, pretty girl.”

“It’s so big…” you sigh, licking your lips as you stroke his cock slowly.

From here, Suguru is certain he has a perfect view of you. Eyes wide and curious while you observe every ridge and vein running along his length. It turns him on beyond measure, his hips jerking upward in your grasp. 

“Damn,” he moans, fucking himself into your hands. For someone with no experience, you hold his dick just right. He never knew a woman’s touch could feel this good, but you’re a natural talent. You stroke him so good, his mouth falls slack as he lets himself enjoy the feeling of your hands around him. But you surprise him, just as you’ve been doing all this time, his eyes snapping open just in time to watch you lick from the base of his length all the way to the tip, teasing the slit with your tongue and lapping up the bead of precum that sits there.

“It’s salty,” you giggle before you kiss down his shaft, bringing your attention to his balls, kissing and licking the two orbs teasingly. Suguru inhales sharply, eyes rolling to the back of his head as the sensation makes his head swim with pleasure. Especially when your hand wraps around Suguru’s length again, pumping him up and down, slowly as you continue to lap at his balls.

“You’re already so good at this,” Suguru pants heavily.

“I am?” 

He can hear the excitement in your voice, so eager to please him. It turns him on knowing that you’re trying so hard to make him feel good. He wonders if you can feel his cock throb in your hands.

“So fucking good,” he praises you, loving the way you hum against him.

“Can I put it in my mouth?” You ask sweetly, squeezing your hands around his cock.

“God, please.”

When you take Suguru into the warmth of your mouth, you hum around him, and the vibrations make him shiver, back arching off of the seat. His palm finds the back of your head, his hips rolling up so he can shove his cock as far as possible without hurting you. He’s gentle at first. You’ve never done this before, after all. He wants to give you the time you need to adjust, though he can’t afford to give you too much. Which seems to be just fine, because just like before, you catch on quickly. You take his cock damn near to the base, and you take it so well, relaxing your throat for him so it’s easy. 

“Could fuck this pretty little mouth all day,” Suguru grunts, pumping into you. “So goddamn good.” The sound of his balls slapping against your chin as he fucks your face has his legs trembling, pleasure shooting straight up his spine. He wants to grab your head and push you down further, make you swallow all of him until he blows his load down your throat, then make you swallow that, too. But he doesn’t want to cum just yet.

He craves more from you. He needs more from you.

You hum again, sending another vibration through him as your fingers come up, caressing his balls. And Suguru squeezes his eyes shut, trying so hard not to cum. “Ah– shit, shit!” He pushes at your shoulders, forcing you off of him with a loud and wet pop. You look rather pleased with yourself, smiling when you see his red cheeks and the way he rapidly tries to catch his breath.

Like he noted before. You’re trouble.

“Fuck, you’re fuckin’ perfect,” he gasps, staring at your chin dripping with saliva and his juices. Suguru watches through hooded eyes as you swipe it away. He could watch you on your knees all day, taking his cock down your throat time and time again. But unfortunately, time is not on his side today. He needs to hurry it up.

“C’mere, pretty,” he calls for you, taking your hand. You stand, waiting for your next instruction as Suguru leans forward in his seat. His hands find your waist, pulling you close enough that he can press a kiss to your stomach before he leans back again. “Pull up your skirt for me.”

“Okay…” you agree, shakily. You reach for the hem of your skirt, pulling the layers of fabric as high as it’ll go. Suguru always hated these damn dresses. It’s like digging for gold trying to get through every damn piece of clothing. But eventually, you get to the end, revealing your bare thighs to him. Soft, plush, beautiful. But what he’s truly interested in remains concealed by your underwear.

Suguru swallows hard before he drags his finger along your clothed pussy, grinning when your thighs tremble just barely. His gaze glides back up your form until they rest on your face, watching as your mouth falls open with a silent moan. 

Hard to believe you’ve never been touched here. Also, so very arousing to think you’ve never been touched here. He thanks his lucky stars that you’re allowing him to be the first.

He slips his finger into the fabric, his slender fingers quickly finding your slit and sliding along your folds. He sucks in a sharp breath when he feels how soaked you are. He briefly brushes a finger against your entrance, pausing when he feels you tense up.

“Might hurt a little,” he warns as softly as he can manage right now. But you whisper, “go ahead”, hands coming to rest on his shoulders as he dips his finger into your pussy, biting back a moan when he feels your soft walls clench down on his hand. It’s tight, as expected but he moves slowly, pulling back every so often to work his way further.

You whimper above him, squeezing his shoulders as your breaths come rapidly while Suguru pumps his finger in and out of your hole. Your bottom lip sits between your teeth, and your brows are knitted together.

You’re enjoying this. 

And he’s enjoying watching you.

Suguru presses his thumb to your clit, slowly circling the sensitive nub. Dark eyes lock with yours as his other hand finds the top of your dress where he hooks his fingers into the cups and pulls it down. Your breasts spill out of the fabric and your breath hitches when the air caresses your nipples. Suguru kneads the soft flesh, his thumb swiping across one of the hardened buds. 

“Ahhh, yes,” you moan, your voice barely above a whisper. Your head falls back with a loud gasp as Suguru slips another finger into you. 

“Bein’ real good for me,” he coos. His dick grows painfully harder as he slowly thrusts his fingers inside of you, while his thumb stimulates your clit. He’s panting trying to hold himself together while he preps you for what he wants next. Your hips move on their own, riding Suguru’s hand, chasing your high. 

“Feel good?” He grunts, fingers slipping into you over and over, curling inside, and hitting your sweet spot and you can’t help but to gasp quietly each time Suguru touches it. 

“Y-yes, feels incredible,” you whine.

Suguru’s eyes are locked on your center where he watches his fingers disappear into your cunt over and over, your slick coating his hand more with each thrust. It only adds to Suguru’s struggle to keep it together as he ignores the pulsing need of his cock. Your pleasured moans and the squelching sound of your dripping pussy fill the space of the train car.

“I’m–” you breathe harshly against him and he feels your walls squeeze down on his digits. You’re close already.

“Gonna cum, sweetheart?” Suguru’s fingers dip into you faster. His eyes linger on your face as his thumb rubs tight circles on the sensitive bud between your legs. Your eyes flutter closed, mouth hanging open as a delicious moan rushes past your lips, your grip on Suguru’s shoulders tightening so much it stings. But he loves it, loves feeling your pussy squeezing down on his fingers, sucking them deeper as your release crashes over you until he can feel your cum dripping down his fingers and into his palm as he keeps pumping into you.

Suguru sighs as he stares at his fingers, slowly pulling them from you. He licks his lips, admiring his slick covered hand.

He’s never taken the time to just enjoy the moment with anyone. Never cared much to please a woman. It’s easier for him to just get himself off and high tail it out of there. No attachment to these ladies, no reason to stick around. But what is it about you that makes him want to see all the ways your body is capable of falling apart? Because it’s a beautiful sight to behold. 

“Outlaw…” you murmur, slipping your undergarments down your legs until you’re able to kick them off. You push Suguru back by the shoulders, lifting your skirt so that you can easily maneuver into his lap. His hands find your hips beneath your dress as you straddle him, and his thumbs caress the soft skin gently.

“Yeah, beautiful?”

So beautiful. He can’t stop staring at you and your eyes, glazed over with desire. You lean forward, the heat from between your legs making Suguru’s length twitch. It lightly taps your core and you gasp. Your hands clutch onto the bar that runs along the top of the train seat, one on each side of his head. Suguru’s palms glide around to your backside, squeezing the flesh of your ass. You brush your nose against his, soft breaths mingling with his as you whisper, “make love to me, outlaw…” just before your lips touch.

And Suguru’s groaning into your mouth, because this kiss is different. It’s hungry, hot, full of want and need. It’s sloppy and rushed, because you’re both aware of the time crunch you’re in. It’s intoxicating, addicting, the way he never wants to stop kissing you. To hell with the heist.

“Ready for me, pretty girl?” Suguru pants, a hand gripping his cock. He can feel the heat of your pussy radiating off of you and it makes him all the more eager to have you.

Your eyes are wide, filled with something Suguru thinks may be excitement. He’s not sure he sees any hesitation or fear behind your eyes. You want him badly, it’s clear as day. He wants you just as badly, if not more. So he positions himself at your entrance, nudging your hole gently with his tip. 

A small whimper slips past your lips, and Suguru kisses you sweetly. “It’s only gonna hurt for a second,” he coos. “Promise…”

He kisses you again, muttering, “I’m pushin’ in…” against your lips.

You close your eyes, teeth digging into your bottom lip as Suguru rolls his hips forward, slowly sinking his tip into your pussy, only stopping when you let out a harsh breath.

“‘S a tight fit,” he murmurs through gritted teeth. An understatement. Your pussy is gripping him with so much force, he’s struggling to breathe. You’re holding him hostage within your walls and the feeling has him tightening his hold on your ass. “You alright?”

Because he wants to make sure it feels good for you, too. Your pleasure is his. Which is a whole new feeling for him in and of itself. He’s aware of how the tables have turned. What started as him wanting to show you ways to please him, turned into him desperate to please you. But he likes it that way.

You nod, moaning quietly when Suguru keeps moving forward. “Ohhh…” 

“God, this pussy is so fuckin’ –” he can’t even finish his sentence. He needs to focus all his attention on not cumming already.

You take him all the way to the base, moaning loudly when you fully sink onto him. Your grip tightens around the bar, steadying yourself as Suguru lifts you by your ass before pulling you back down on him, so slowly. “Fuuuck–” he groans. He thrusts into you at a leisurely pace, slow and controlled, giving you time to adjust to his size. 

But his kisses…they’re rough. Such a contrast to the way he’s fucking you right now. The pleasure is overwhelming to Suguru, and when your tongue slips into his mouth, it’s him that’s whimpering now, thrusting just a little faster, a little harder.

“Damn, you take my cock so good, pretty girl–” he growls into your mouth. “Love the way you ride me.” He smacks your ass hard, eyes falling to your breast, bouncing up and down with the rhythm of his thrusts. He takes one into his mouth, greedily lapping at your nipple, nipping and sucking and loving the way your cries get louder.

“Oh my god, fuck!”

“Ride my cock, pretty. You already do it so good. Wanna see you ride me.” Suguru groans. He releases his hold on you, hands coming up to play with your breasts while you bounce wildly on his dick. He lifts your dress, relishing the view of his length, glistening with your slick, vanishes into your tight cunt over and over. “Shiiiitttt…”

You slip a hand into his tresses, pulling hard and forcing him away from your nipples. You pull so hard Suguru has to close his eyes because the sensation sends goosebumps igniting across his body. That, combined with the way you keep taking him to the tip before slamming down on his cock repeatedly. Fuck, you’re a quick learner.

Your pussy is what it feels like every single time he pulls off a heist successfully. Like fucking heaven. And he never wants to leave it.

His eyes flutter open, just enough to see your breasts bouncing with every rise and fall of your hips. Your velvety walls hug him tight, so fucking good, Suguru thinks he'd like to be able to have you all the time. Hell, he has half a mind to take you with him once they’re off this damned train. Being able to have you like this any time he wants, watch your body come undone under him, on top of him, in any position you’ll let him have you. He’d even give up this outlaw life if you wanted him to. Settle down, start a family if that’s what you wanted. The thought of it makes Suguru more excited than he’ll ever admit.

Each time your pussy sucks him back in, begging for him to cum, he can suddenly picture a life outside of this. Each time those sexy little noises fall from your sweet lips, he can suddenly envision raising a family with you, building himself a life where he's able to hear those sounds any time he desires. 

He lets his mind drift to these fantasies while he can, enjoying the feeling of you and the sounds you gift him with. 

There's a fire pooling in his belly, growing hotter each time his balls meet your ass. He's gonna blow his load here any second. And he can't wait. He wants to cum inside your walls, wants to thrust himself so deep into you that there's no way you're not carrying his child when he's done. Least you'll have something to remember him by if you tell him you don’t want shit to do with him after this. A sweet woman like you with a wanted felon? Of course you’d prefer to get your rocks off while you can and move on. Which is fine.

Because Suguru is gonna remember you, anyway. He’ll remember the way you squeeze around him, the way you moan the little nickname you’ve given him, the way your cunt feels fucking unlike any other woman’s. You’ve got him mesmerized. 

So much so, that he doesn't even notice the cool press of steel against the center of his forehead. 

“Ohhh,” you moan, whimpering, “Please…please…will you put a baby inside me, outlaw?” 

It’s like you read his mind, and Suguru’s eyes snap open, balls tightening as his release threatens to come at any moment. But then his eyes see the stiffness in your arm, see the glimmer of metal as the sunlight reflects off it through the windows, and he finally realizes you've got his gun to his head, and maybe that’s actually why his balls are tightening. You’ve got this wicked grin on your flushed face as you keep riding him. Hard, fast, walls squeezing him in a vice grip. And he can't do shit but let his eyes roll to the back of his head, let his pleasure race straight down his spine and into his balls as his release shoots from his cock before he has a chance to get ahold of himself.

But you don’t let him get a drop inside, lifting yourself smoothly off his lap just as fat, hot streams of cum land messily in his lap and on his stomach. Suguru’s gasping for air, still struggling to figure out what the fuck is going on. And you don’t give him a second to catch his breath, to let his mind catch up before you’re wrapping your hand around his cock again, squeezing and stroking his length until he’s so overstimulated his jaw is cramping up from how hard he’s gritting his teeth to keep from crying out.

“What the fuck are you ahhh–” you run your thumb over his leaking tip, your eyes alight with joy when his hips buck up automatically, legs trembling as you keep pumping him, though his balls are beyond empty. 

You tsk, shaking your head as you press the barrel of the gun harder against his skin. “Where’s that sweet outlaw from before?” You drawl.

Your voice has changed. No longer soft spoken, shy and sweet. The hardness of your tone tells Suguru all he needs to know. The memories come flooding back. And now he realizes why you looked so familiar when he first laid eyes on you. 

Your face has been plastered on wanted posters in damn near every town he and his partners have stopped in. Murder, robbery, drunkenness, prison escape, cheating at cards. All the crimes that should have you in the town square hanging, you’re wanted for. Somehow, you’ve managed to never get caught.

How could he have let his guard down? How could he have fucked up this badly?

‘Thinking with your dick. That’s how.’

“Guess it takes an outlaw to know one,” He grits out, nostrils flared with fury. He can only hope his crew comes through those doors soon, though it’ll be fucking humiliating to be caught in this position.

A giggle spills from your lips and the sound makes Suguru sick to his stomach. You don’t even sound like the same person from before. “Y’all are pretty easy to spot. ‘Specially when all y’all think with your cocks–” You echo his thoughts, emphasizing the word by squeezing Suguru’s slowly softening length in your hand. You frown, releasing your hold on him. “Huh, thought you’d be able to gimme another one.”

He inhales deeply, shakily, narrowing his eyes at the woman – the stranger – that stands before him. “Everything you said was a lie, then.”

It’s not a question. He knows. Because you’re just like him. Maybe even worse.

Laughter bursts from deep within, like what he said was the funniest thing you’ve ever heard. “It really is easy to fool y’all men. Just gotta make our pussies feel reallllll tight and wet and y’all don’t question nothin’.”

You climb off of the seat, taking the gun off his head while you fix your undergarments, unbothered and careless. And Suguru decides to act fast, takes this moment to lunge for you. But he doesn’t make it far, because his head is yanked back roughly the moment he jumps forward. His scalp burns, and he reaches back, feeling a thick knot tied around the metal bar that sits atop the train seats. The same metal bar you were just holding onto moments ago.

“You fuckin’ tied my hair to the seat?!” He growls.

And you chuckle, shifting your dress around until you’re decent again. The gun is pointed back at Suguru’s face, and he puts his hands back down, not daring to try and free himself when you’ve got a revolver ready to blow his brains out.

“And your hands are next,” you promise in a sing-song voice. You keep your word, spinning around briefly to reach between the wall and your original seat, where you’d apparently hidden a small rope. You make quick work of tying Suguru’s hands behind his back, leaning a little too close to him as you finish the knot. 

He can feel your breaths against his neck, and right now, if he’s being honest with himself – which he may as well be since he could very well be dead soon – it’s confusing him. Because he feels like he fucking hates you, is repulsed by you, could spit in your face right now. Oh, he really fucking wants to. But something tells him you’d like that anyway. And the thought of your face, depraved and covered in his saliva is making his still exposed length hard again. Even when you tug harshly on the rope for good measure, chuckling low in Suguru’s ear when you hear him hiss in pain, his cock stiffens further.

And of course you notice, your eyes glancing down to his lap, where the sticky mess you left him with lies. “Sure you don’t wanna go again?” You tease, laughing when Suguru scowls. 

You like him upset, and probably a little pathetic, because you press your lips to his pout, kissing him hungrily. And apparently, Suguru is as pathetic as he looks, because – and it’s a surprise to him, too – he kisses you back! Your tongues tangle during this brief meeting of your lips, fighting for dominance, though it’s apparent who’s the one in control here. 

The filthy moans between you are interrupted when Suguru feels that damned gun under his chin now, applying enough pressure to push him back. Only a line of your mixed saliva connects you two as you stare down at him in amusement.

“Like I said…” you peer down quickly at Suguru’s lap before whispering. “Aaaalways thinkin’ with your cock.” You step back, pointing the gun at him once again.

“What do ya want?” He asks, pulling at his restraints to no avail. He’d love nothing more than to wipe that cocky smile off your face and flip the tables on you, but it’s not looking good for him.

“What I want…” You wiggle the gun in his face, tauntingly. “...is already mine, outlaw.” There’s humor in your tone, and your body language is relaxed. You couldn’t see Suguru as less of a threat if you tried.

You piss him off.

And make him so fucking hard.

He’s confused!

The noise of the doors to the train cabin opening can be heard and Suguru grins. You’re fucked now. Larue is going to put a bullet between your eyes and sure, Suguru’ll be sad about it. But better you than him. You were a great fuck, he’ll admit. And yes, he entertained the idea of giving you a kid or two, maybe getting a little cabin out in the prairie. But that fantasy’s as dead as you’re about to be. Sad that he won’t be–

“The guy with the nipples and the girl have been taken care of, boss!” A chipper voice sings. 

That…is not Larue.

Suguru couldn’t turn his head if he tried, courtesy of this goddamn knot, but he can see the smirk on your face as you nod. “Great work, Hime. And the goods?”

“Already on the move with the others. Just gotta get on the horses when you’re ready.”

You turn your head, staring out the window and nodding again. Out of his peripheral, Suguru can just barely make out the form of two horses, racing alongside the train and he knows he’s screwed.

You sigh, shrugging while feigning sadness as you pout. “Well, outlaw…looks like this is the end of the line.”

Suguru tugs at his ropes again, struggling against the holds. “You gonna leave me here like this?” He gestures with his chin at his…situation. You must be forgetting his entire dick is out for the world to see. And that you’ve tied his hands up. Not to mention his fucking hair! If he has to cut his hair because of this…

You hum, like you’re actually giving deep thought to his question. You’re not.

“Yeah, actually. Think I am.” You lift your dress, not even pretending to be as innocent as you presented yourself to be when Suguru first laid eyes on you. You tuck his gun into the waistband of your undergarments, patting it affectionately. “Thanks for a grand ol’ time, outlaw. If you manage to survive this, we can do it again.”

You shoot him a wink before you lean over him, leaving him with one final kiss on the lips. It’s gentle this time, soft, save for a light nip to his bottom lip that embarrassingly enough, manages to arouse Suguru yet again. 

“At least tell me your name,” Suguru grits out through heavy breaths. “So I can be sure to repay the favor.”

It’s a threat, but you don’t take it as one. You simply smile. It’s warm, almost reminiscent of the woman he met just earlier. The woman he thought you were. But that look is gone as soon as it appeared. You pat his face gently, reaching across the seat to grab his hat that he had set aside when he’d first sat down. You sit it atop your head, wearing it like some sort of crown, and without another word, you leave.

The train cars open, the roaring rush of the wind filling the space for just a moment before they’re shut again, and Suguru is left with nothing but his thoughts and his dick literally out. He leans his head back against the seat, closing his eyes to calm his racing heart and honestly to stifle the pain of his untouched erection.

This has been the wildest ride of his life. Definitely the worst heist he’s ever done. And if he does survive this, does manage to somehow talk his way out of charges and prison time, he’s going to find you. Fuck the robberies. Fuck the brothels. Fuck gambling and drinking all day. Yeah, if he manages to survive this, he will make it his life’s mission to find you again.

Because even after all is said and done, Suguru thinks he might fucking love you.

[melodysbookhaven]

“Blink and you’re twenty-eight, and everyone else is now a mile down the road, and you’re still trying to find it, and the irony is hardly lost on you that in wanting to live, to learn, to find yourself, you’ve gotten lost.”

V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

[dreamsinthewitchouse]

Beach house, 10 Mile Stereo | V. E. Schwab, Gallant | Leigh Bardugo, Ninth House | Tamsyn Muir, Harrow the Ninth [1] | V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue | Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone, This Is How You Lose the Time War | Tamsyn Muir, Harrow the Ninth [2]

For @summerofbuddie week six — a remix of my old web weaves, because these quotes live rent free in my head, and so does buddie.

[uncharismatic-fauna]

Western Gull, Best(ern) Gull

The western gull (Larus occidentalis) is a common sight throughout the western coast of North America, from British Columbia in Canada to Baja California, Mexico. Within this range, it is found almost exclusively near the coast or on offshore islands, and only rarely turns up more than 160 km (100 miles) inland or far out at sea.

One of the larger gull species, L. occidentalis weighs about 0.8-1.4 kg (1.8-3.1 lbs) and measures 130 to 144 cm (51 to 57 in) from wingtip to wingtip. The markings are fairly plain; adults of both sexes sport a white head and body and grey or black wings. The bill is bright yellow, with a red spot on the lower portion. Because of their simple plumage, the western gull bears a strong resemblance to several other gull species that inhabit the same region, including the California gull and the glaucous-winged gull. In fact, the western gull has been known to hybridize extensively with the glaucous-winged gull, and in some regions the hybrid population is larger than either parent species.

Western gulls establish territories as mated pairs within a larger colony, and once a territory has been established they almost never relocate. Courtship begins in the spring, around March, and is usually complete by May. Males establish a nest in the colony, and prospective females arrive to inspect it. After a brief ritual, the male and female become paired for life. A typical clutch consists of 1-3 eggs, which are incubated by both parents until they hatch about a month after laying. Chicks remain at the nest for an additional 10 weeks, but mortality for young western gulls is extremely high and only 1 in 3 typically make it to independence. Adults may live to be anywhere between 15 and 25 years old in the wild.

L. occidentalis is perhaps best known for its large and voracious appetite. While strictly carnivorous in the wild, individuals will consume a variety of unappetising foods including plastic, decaying plant material, garbage, and food scraps offered by humans. In their natural habitat, the western gull feeds on fish, marine invertebrates like crabs and snails, and terrestrial invertebrates such as earthworms, beetles, and carrion. This species is also known for stealing from other animals, and groups often establish themselves near other shorebird colonies in order to poach their meals. Adults themselves are seldom predated upon by other animals, but chicks may become food for predators like foxes and coyotes.

Conservation status: Based on their large and stable population, the IUCN has determined the western gull to be of Least Concern. The most common threats to this species are contamination from pesticides and herbicides, habitat loss, and consumption of inorganic materials like plastics.

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[desorden-en-letras]

Descubrió que los libros son una forma de vivir miles de vidas diferentes, o de encontrar la fuerza para vivir una muy larga.

La vida invisible de Addie Larue

[theinquisitxor]

April 2024 Reading Wrap Up

I read 6 books in April, which is honestly more than I thought I would get to at the beginning of this month. April's are historically slow reading months for me, and while this was another slower month, I'm happy with what I read. Audiobooks really saved me this month! I read 2 fantasy books, 3 nonfiction (who am I?) and 1 literary fiction.

1.The Book of Doors by Gareth Brown (3.5/5 stars) This was an anticipated new release for me, and I was very intrigued by the premise. This was enjoyable, but there were some things I didn't really care for. This was engaging and easy to read, and if you liked The Cartographers or The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue, I think you'd like this. Adult low fantasy

2.The Wager: A Tale of Shipwreck, Mutiny, and Murder by David Grann (4/5 stars) I really enjoy survival stories and seafaring stories, so I knew I was going to like this. The audiobook was great, and I liked how this was a shorter nonfiction. I'm not sure how much I like the narrative nonfiction that Grann writes in. Either way, this was a super engaging and entertaining read. Nonfiction audiobook

3.Atomic Habits by James Clear. I was not planning on reading this book in April, but I randomly go interested in it. Overall enjoyable, and interesting to see how we structure our lives around habits.

4.Who Cooked the Last Supper: The Women's History of the World by Rosalind Miles (4/5 stars) I read this 80s feminist nonfiction on audio, and while this could get pessimistic and difficult, I found it to be an engaging read with flashes of humor throughout. I would be interested to see what this book would be like published in the 2020s vs the 1980s. Nonfiction audiobook

5.The Bloody Throne (Hostage of Empire 3) by SC Emmett (5/5 stars) This was the fantastic conclusion to one of my favorite new series. Everything came together in this book and delivered an ending well worth the series. I wasn't sure how the series would end, but it was satisfying and bittersweet. I'm going to be talking about this series for a while. Adult fantasy

6. The Wall by Marlen Haushofer (4.5/5 stars) This is a translated dystopian fiction book about a women who is stuck behind a wall while the rest of the world as ended. She only has a cat, dog, and cow as her companions. She must learn to survive and cope with loneliness. I deeply enjoyed this novel, and found many passages that really stuck with me. Parts of this book got me very emotional.

That's it for April! I'm hoping for a strong reading month this May and summer!

May TBR:

The Familiar by Lehigh Bardugo

The Winners (Beartown 3) by Fredrik Backman

The Language of Trees: A rewilding of literature and landscape

Desert Solitare by Edward Abby

Brave the Wild River (nonfiction audiobook)

The Hedgewitch of Fox Hall by Ana Bright

Song of the Huntress by Lucy Holland

The Witch Collector by Charissa Weaks (my Random TBR Pick for May)

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[mcflymemes]

THE INVISIBLE LIFE OF ADDIE LARUE PROMPTS *  assorted quotes from the book by v.e. schwab

books are a way to live a thousand lives, or to find strength in a very long one.

i simply want to be the one who breaks you.

this is how you walk to the end of the world.

dine with me.

was it real to you?

we can't help who we fall in love with.

the more you study, the less you believe in any of it.

time moves so fast.

you are not capable of love.

life always ends too soon.

in the end, everyone wants to be remembered.

were the instants of joy worth the stretches of sorrow?

i didn't think we were serious.

you have no desire to practice.

if you loved me, you would have let me go by now.

you don't know what you'll find until you step outside.

this is how you live forever.

the vexing thing about time is that it's never enough.

how can a thing not be real if it cannot be remembered?

stories are a way to preserve one's self.

love is hungry. love is selfish.

i loved that about them.

everyone else is a mile down the road.

what is a person, if not the marks they leave behind?

i remember you.

take your echoes and pretend they are a voice.

you're such a good friend.

it's easy to stay on the path when the road is straight and the steps are numbered.

i do not want to belong to someone else.

do not mistake this kindness.

take my life when i'm done with it.

time always ends a second before you're ready.

being forgotten is a bit like going mad.

dance with me.

tell me. was any of it real?

you better live a good life.

i just don't see us ending up together.

march is such a fickle month.

it does not seem such a bad word.

i was the night itself.

i am so tired of not having choices.

humans are so ill-equipped for peace.

what could i have done?

you've gotten lost.

cling to every moment until it's gone.

it's not you.

you deserve better.

it's just a storm.

you can have my soul when i don't want it anymore.

i do not want to belong to anyone but myself.

i am stronger than your god and older than your devil.

they say people are like snowflakes, each one unique.

nothing is all good or all bad.

you cannot leave a mark.

i would have lost my mind.

take a drink every time you hear you're not enough.

there is defiance in being a dreamer.

life can feel very long sometimes, but in the end, it goes so fast.

i don't want to lose you.

i set the pieces, and i choose when to play.

we're not on the same page.

blink, and the years fall away like leaves.

life is so much messier than that.

the greatest danger in change is letting the new replace the old.

it's amazing what you can learn when you have the time.

there's just something missing.

be with me.

never pray to the gods that answer after dark.

were the moments of beauty worth the year of pain?

let's stay friends.

i met someone.

it was just so... permanent.

you didn't come.

live long enough, and you learn how to read a person.

if you only walk in other people's steps, you cannot make your own way.

listen to me.

you didn't call.

[kissablelips-desireslure-vol3]

HARD AT WORK VOLUME 3

Directed By: Chi Chi LaRue

Featuring: Jason Vario Jackson Reed

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[cosmicangst]

tag game. list the fics in your works in progress folder. tagged by @im-an-angy-alpaca (thank you!💖)

girlies the amount of wip that have at least 1k to them in my drive is unfathomable and these two are really the only ones that i am actively working on (or thinking of the idea of working on, which counts!) currently

no rules in breakable heaven - darius/rosa one night stand turned to friends with benefits. i wrote nearly 50k for this, scrapped some of it, wrote some more, decided to make it a oneshot instead before going right back to my 50k. i think the biggest struggle is pinning down rosa. since we only really have scatterings of her background, i have to conjure up a solid throughline for her based on conjecture and headcanon on what i characterize her need, flaws, and their foundations to be while also being consistent with what's established. with darius, it's much simpler because i'm starting off with a blanker slate in comparison. my process has been a mess. lol it will be posted once i'm complete with the whole thing (not just the chapter); just not sure when.

here, and where you are - shinkane pride and prejudice au. i have no excuse for this one because everything's practically outlined. someone already wrote a whole ass novel for me. i'm just too wrapped up in no rules to have the time and attention to give this its proper due.

and here's a smattering of things i've written sizeable chunks for that aren't dead but are in a coma and i do revisit their ward from time to time to drop a line or idea or two

the greatest films of all time were never made - artem character study where artem never confesses and he has to watch rosa marry marius lmao 😭

two untitled artemrosa smut oneshots where artem and rosa have pollen-induced sex in the lost gold event and another where rosa doms artem after the events of atmospherics

mothers and daughters - shakarian fic post-me3 where a depressed shepard uncovers a trafficking conspiracy, adopts a baby krogan, and reunites with her estranged friends (including the turian whose heart she broke...and not necessarily in that order)

they say in heaven, love comes first - shinkane san junipero au

la petite mort - shinkane one night stand goes wrong canon divergence

an eternal sunset of what we are - shinkane persuasion au set in some indefinite time period

kintsugi - shinkane epistolary modern au based on this postcard. it's very slice of life switching between kou in london and akane in san francisco and their respective lives and friends and the ways they intersect

vagabonds, ne'er-do-wells, and insufferable bastards - tua au where teen viktor decides to run away from home to find his mother, which sets off a chain of unprecedented events

and i could see for miles, miles, miles - rdr2 arthur/oc fic where arthur survives, goes west, and finds quiet companionship with one of charles's old contacts who works as a part-time laundress in a sanatorium he ends up recuperating in. she and her mother are one of my fave ocs. her name's vera larue (originally just guinevere bc im shameless and too literal before i made it less Final Fantasy Naming Conventions), her mother is ada lynn, and they're creoles of color who also moved west during the turn of the century. i did a lot of research for this that never actually went into the story that much lmao the sanatorium vera works for is based on barlow respiratory hospital in echo park and her mother's boarding house is situated in what's essentially brick block, a historic black neighborhood that started to populate in dtla prior to the first great migration. much of this work i actually ended up incorporating into my grad thesis bc i got carried away from yknow actually writing the story. but from the start this was intended to be a very meditative historical romance focused on domestic life and recovery in the early 1900s with a dynamic that's reasonably informed but not dominated by the race relations of that time before i got too lost in the weeds. again.

ANYWAY im not tagging anybody bc i'm ashamed at how much i've neglected to write lmao no one look at me

[aiylabaysal]

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CHARACTER INSPO: Buffy Summers (Buffy the Vampire Slayer), Zelda (Legend of Zelda), Arwen (LOTR), Sophie Hatter (Howl's Moving Castle) & Addie Larue (The Invisible Life of Addie Larue).

Trigger warning: death, murder, sibling death, anxiety/depression, parental death, bad parenting

FULL NAME: Aiyla Caria Baysal NICKNAMES: N/A AGE: 33 AGE APPEARANCE: 33 BIRTHDATE: February 23rd, 1991 ZODIAC: Pieces sun, Scorpio moon, Libra rising SPECIES: Faerie - Banshee ABILITIES: sonic scream, premonitions, sleepwalking, oneirokinesis, wings(flight), super speed, illusion casting & portal creation POSITION: High Fae/Faerie Queen PLACE OF BIRTH: Bordeaux, France CURRENT RESIDENCE: Lunar Cove, Rhode Island NEIGHBORHOOD: Sunny Harbor OCCUPATION: Photographer MBTI:  INFP-T ENNEAGRAM: 4w5 the iconlast TEMPERAMENT: Melancholic

+ courageous, inquisitive, protective, open-minded, creative, charming, idealistic

- untrusting, self-critical, impulsive, impatient, bossy

ABOUT

Aiyla is the youngest daughter of a wealthy winemaker and his philanthropist, socialite wife. Enver and Ece Baysal.

Aiyla had a privileged childhood where she was doted on hand and foot by her parents and older sister, Defne.

Despite her charmed life, Aiyla often felt as if something was missing. This feeling of emptiness and longing only grew the older she got.

It felt like, at times, her only confidant was her older sister. Her parents loved her but struggled with her changing as she grew older, wanting her to stay their easy-to-please ingenue daughter forever.

Her feelings of not belonging led Aiyla down a rebellious path. She fought against her parent's expectations pushing for a sense of idenity, which was hard for them to accept.

Around the time she went through puberty, she began to experience the most changes—strange dreams and nightmares followed eventually by sleepwalking and, ultimately, haunting screams. These issues further alienated her from those around her.

Her parents assumed she was troubled, anxious, and depressed. However, when wings unfurled from her back for the first time, they knew she wasn't human. Her parents struggled to accept what she is but ultimately force her to hide the things that make her inhuman. Going as far as to attempt to bind around her upper torso to prevent her wings from coming out.

She is forbidden from flying or doing anything remotely, hinting at what she is anywhere at home. Only her sister, Defne, allows her to be herself. Encouraging her to learn more in secret.

Eventually, Aiyla is discovered by a hunter who attempts to take her life. However, she emits a scream (harbinger of impending death) that allows Defne the time to shield her sister from the hunter's attempt on her life. This act of bravery ends up with Defne losing her own life.

Full of guilt, she runs away from home. Aiyla cannot face her parents after she feels responsible for Defne's death. She runs away at eighteen on her own for the first time in her life.

Searching for answers on who the hunter was who killed her sister she meets someone who Defne had been in contact with. They knew of the supernatural, hunters and more. They develop a relationship that is marred by Aiyla's inability to let go of her search for answers.

A few years in he ghosts knowing her pursuits put them both in danger. Alone again Aiyla is forced to face herself.

While on her own for the second time, she meets and bonds with an older banshee, Evelyn, who becomes her mentor and guide.

They create a peaceful life together in the mountains protected by forest with no one around for several miles. In their years together, Aiyla learns more about Faeries, specifically banshees.

One day she returns home to find the place trashed and Evelyn gone. Evelyn's mysterious disappearance prompts Aiyla's journey to Lunar Cove due to a series of clues left for Aiyla to follow if anything ever happened to her.

In Lunar Cove she goes to the Faerie Queen, Hazal who takes quickly and protectively to Aiyla filling in the gaps left by Evelyn.

Aiyla becomes her second in command/Advisor to the Fae Court. All of this comes undone when Hazal is brutally murdered.

Due to the way the Court works, Aiyla becomes the Faerie Queen and in the coming weeks learns that Hazal was her mother from her first life.

She lives now as the current Faerie Queen; forever looking for answers to all the losses she has faced in this lifetime.

HEADCANONS

Aiyla paints. She enjoys making her own pigments and finds watercolors to be her favorite.

She has quite a green thumb and enjoys using things she grows herself in the meals she cooks.

She can make a meal from scarce ingredients and make it feel like a five-star experience.

Aiyla keeps a collection of journals where she records her dreams, premonitions, and thoughts. Her handwriting is a blend of elegant cursive and hurried scribbles.

Among her belongings, Aiyla carries a leather-bound notebook filled with unfinished poems.

Aiyla has painted a series of artworks featuring different interpretations of her own wings, often using abstract techniques to convey the ethereal nature of flight and the emotions she associates with it.

On clear nights, Aiyla often lies on her balcony, staring at the stars. She believes that each star represents a story, and she creates her own constellations in her mind.

Aiyla loves collecting folklore and stories from the people she meets.

Most of Aiyla's clothing has open backs. She doesn't like her back to be covered if she can help it.

Aiyla learned French and Turkish at the same time growing up, half the adults spoke Turkish to her the other French. She learned English in school and picked up conversational bits and pieces from a few other languages during her time traveling.

Timeline

2002- The first instances of Banshee's powers manifest in prophetic dreams and sleepwalking when Aiyla is 11 years old.

2004 - Aiyla's wings manifest at 13 giving some insight into how different she is

2004 - 2009 - Her relationship with her parents suffers due to their inability to accept her. All she has is Defne

December 2009 - Defne dies in the hunter attack and Aiyla runs away.

Dec 2009 - Jully 2013 - Lives with her first love/searching for the indemnity of the hunter who killed Defne.

Late July/early August 2013 - Meets Evelyn in the States where she is taken under her wing and taught about being a Banshee.

2015 - Evelyn disappears and Aiyla follows the directions to Luinar Cove

October 2015 - Meets Hazal, the previous Fae Queen, and is taken under wing.

March - 2016 - Aiyla is made advisor of the Fae Court.

April 1st, 2022 - Hazal is murdered making Aiyla the current Faerie Queen.

FAMILY

Ece Baysal - mother

Enver Baysal - father

Defne Baysal - elder sister -deceased 2009

tldr tbd

[sabrinaacarpenters]

top 5 quotes?

“Blink and you’re twenty-eight, and everyone else is now a mile down the road, and you’re still trying to find it, and the irony is hardly lost on you that in wanting to live, to learn, to find yourself, you’ve gotten lost.” (The Invisible Life of Addie Larue - V. E. Schwab)

“Without the threat of suffering, we can’t experience true joy.” (Scythe - Neal Shusterman)

“It is a terrible thing to learn as a child that one is a being separate from the world, that no one and no thing hurts along with one's burned tongues and skinned knees, that one's aches and pains are all one’s own. Even more terrible, as we grow old, to learn that no person, no matter how beloved, can ever truly understand us. ” (The Secret History - Donna Tartt)

“That's the point of it, Bryce. Of life. To live, to love, knowing that it might all vanish tomorrow. It makes everything that much more precious.” (House of Earth and Blood - Sarah J Maas)

“I've been making a list of the things they don't teach you at school. They don't teach you how to love somebody. They don't teach you how to be famous. They don't teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don't teach you how to walk away from someone you don't love any longer. They don't teach you how to know what's going on in someone else's mind. They don't teach you what to say to someone who's dying. They don't teach you anything worth knowing.” (The Kindly Ones - Neal Gaiman /i didn't read this but i love this quote)

ask me my top 5 anything

[uncharismatic-fauna]

Uncharismatic Fact of the Day

Seagulls have an amazing sense of smell- these birds have an organ called a Jacobson’s organs with lots of sensitive nerve endings, which allows sea gulls to sense food from over three miles away.

(Image: A western gull (Larus occidentalis) by Bryan Chin)

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[vasattope]

Thanks for tagging me @plushyluke and @hideitaway 🥰✨

Tea, coffee or soda? Coffee or soda, depends on the ocasion (?) but I'm definitely not a tea girl (tho I don't dislike it)

Dogs or cats? I love all animals!!! But between dogs or cats I have to choose cats (my two cats will be mad if I don't)

Can you play an instrument? Nope

What’s your sun sign? Scorpio! (Sun, moon, rising... all scorpio. I've been told I actually give that energy, still don't know if that's a good or a bad thing lol)

First song lyric that pops into your head? "Somehow we gotta find a way. No matter how many miles it takes. I know it feels so good right now, but it all come fallin' down..." 'Ladders' by Mac Miller

Do you have any tattoos? Yes! I've got 5 tattoos: a ballerina, a raven, a FF VIII tattoo, a 5SOS tattoo and a tombstone. I plan to get a KH tattoo soon and maybe a dragon someday...

Favourite place you’ve traveled? So far I'd say Iceland!

What’s the last movie you’ve watched? Oh God, I have to say Avatar (unfortunately not the last airbender). I didn't like the first movie so I don't know why I went to the cinema for the second one... but it wasn't as bad as I expected it, in fact it was fine

What languages do you speak? Spanish, Catalan and English. I studied French in high school but I forgot almost everything lol

Do you have any hobbies? I love dancing! I take lessons once a week. Reading and writing too, but I haven't had much time for it lately

You can hang out with one fictional character for an hour who do you choose? Ok, this one was difficult but after considering movies, TV shows and books... I choose Addie LaRue (The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V.E. Schwab). I've always find her a really interesting character and I'd love to listen to her stories... I don't think an hour with her would be enough, actually

Compliment yourself: I'm kind, I'm smart and I'm a fighter 💜

I feel like I'm too late for this so I'm not tagging anyone, but feel free to do it if you want to!!

[aroundtheworldin214days]

February 14, 2023 - Day 49

Punta Arenas , Chile - We went out to a penguin reserve today. The temperature was 35degF, the wind was blowing 25 mph and it was sleeting but what a great experience. The Los Pingüinos Natural Monument is located 35 km (25 miles) northeast of Punta Arenas, Chile. Magdalena Island and the Marta Island, situated in the middle of the Strait of Magellan, is the main part of this natural monument. It took us about a hour and a half to get there.

There is a lighthouse on the island with a keeper that spoke very good English. The penguins on the island are the Magellanic penguin (Spheniscus magellanicus) and there were a lot of them. Magellanic Penguins are named after the explorer Ferdinand Magellan whose crew first spotted them in the year 1520. Like some other Penguins, Magellanic Penguins swallow a lot of ocean water, which has far too much salt for their bodies to absorb. They excrete the extra salt with special glands located near the eyes.

There were also a lot of kelp gulls (Larus dominicanus) on the island. In the photo there is an adult and a juvenile.

[rozetheeuwu]

OUTDATED: WILL UPDATE WITH TOYHOUSE SOON

Fangame ocs basic info:

I kept getting some basic facts messed up like the regions they were born/raised so I'm writing it here!

Parent ocs of characters will be added eventually, but because they're usually not the main focus for me I'll add them later.

Refs (Some of the art is outdated, might update in the future. Ones with current artstyle: Cressilda, Mavis, Daniel):

Reborn:

Miles Moore:

Male (afab)

He/him

Mid 20's

Bisexual/Biromantic

Pink hair, pink and purple eye color.

Trainer class(es): Pink Enthusiast, Reborn Champion

Type Specialty: He prefers using pink colored pokemon

Relatives: David (younger brother, 13), Rose (younger sister, 16) Davis (younger brother, 2), Maria Moore (mother), Daryl Parra (father, deceased), Lin (does get adopted into the family however they don't really refer to each other as father or daughter, more like siblings)

Romantic partners and and (possible future) in laws: Cal (Boyfriend, future husband), Saphira (girlfriend, future wife), Ace (partner, future spouse), Taka (boyfriend, future husband) Laura,( future sister in law), Bennet (future brother in law), Charlotte (future sister in law), Blake (future brother in law)

Born and raised in Ryme City, lives in Reborn during and after the events in game

David Parra:

Male (Amab)

He/Him

13 years old

In the future I can see him figuring out he's biromantic asexual

Brown hair, blue eye color

Trainer class(es): Enthusiastic Student, Reborn Professor (future)

Relatives: Miles (older brother), Rose (older sister), Davis (younger brother), Daryl Parra (father, deceased), mother (identity and location unknown)

[Check Miles for possible future in laws]

Born and raised in Ryme City, lives in Reborn during and after the events in game

Rose Keetal:

Female (Afab)

She/Her

16 years old

Lesbian

Black Hair (dyed), blonde (natural), red eye color

Trainer class(es): Goth Girl, Athletic champion (future)

Relatives: Miles (older brother). David (younger brother), Davis (younger brother), Daryl Parra (father, deceased), Mary Keetal (mother, deceased)

[Check Miles for possible future in laws]

Davis Parra:

Amab

He/him

2 years old

Brown hair, green eye color.

Trainer class(es): Trainer (future)

Relatives: Miles (older brother), David (older brother), Rose (older brother), Daryl Parra (father, deceased), mother (identity and location unknown)

[Check Miles for possible future in laws]

Chad Collins:

Male (afab)

He/Him

20 years old

Homosexual, Homoromantic

Black & bleached hair, red eye color

Trainer class(es): Ex-Cultist, Reborn Champion

Type Specialty: Ghost and Dragon

Relatives: Aasha (real name unknown, adoptive mother), Desmond Collin (father, deceased), Dimitri Collins (younger brother, deceased) Nia Collins (mother, deceased), Dearil (last name unknown, younger brother, deceased and reincarnated as the interceptor in Aevium/Rejuv)

Okay so Chad is going to date like most of the male (and the two nbs) cast of reborn so here's this: Cal, Taka, Ace, Arclight, Adrienn, Zero, Cain, Fern, Blake, Archer

Future in laws (okay so Chad isn't married to all of his partners in the future so those who he isn't actually married to will get a * because they're honorary in laws okay?): Jay* (brother in law), Whatever Arclight's parents were called, Aya LaRue* (Sister in law), Solaris (father in law), Florinia Sevilla* (sister in law)

Future kids (planned for a story!! Eventually lol):

Alba and Arrow Whitaker (Cal/Chad), Florian Whitaker (Blake, adoptive), Robin and Raven (Taka/Chad), Duncan Collins (Zero/Chad), Miriam (Arc/Adrienn, Miriam sees Chad as a third parent figure), Minerva (Archer/Chad)

Born and raised in Oblivia Renbow Island, Cocona Village, currently lives in Reborn during and after the events in game

[The Reborn Triplets]

Jack Willow:

Male (afab)

He/Him

22 years old

Pansexual, Panromantic

Black hair, chestnut eye color

Relatives: Anesa Willow (mother), Jeffrey Martin/Willow (Adoptive/Step father), Katie Willow (sister), Saywer Clark (sibling), Sirius (Paul Clark) (Biological father)

Trainer class(es): Herpetologist, Reborn Champion

Type Specialty: He prefers using lizard and snake-like pokemon

Romantic interests: Cal Whitaker

Born in Reborn in Subseven Sanctum, but raised in Almia, Pueltown.

After the events of the game he'll live in Reborn.

Katie Willow:

Female (afab)

22 years old

Bisexual, Panromantic

She/Her

Black hair, chestnut eye color

Trainer class(es): Top Student, Professor (future/right after post game)

Relatives: Anesa Willow (mother), Jeffrey Martin/Willow (Adoptive/Step father), Jack Willow (brother), Saywer Clark (sibling), Sirius (Paul Clark) (Biological father)

Romantic interest: Blake Whitaker

Born in Reborn in Subseven Sanctum, but raised in Almia, Pueltown.

After the events of the game she'll live in Reborn.

Saywer Clark:

Nonbinary (amab)

22 years old

Asexual, Aromantic

They/He

Black hair, chestnut eye color

Trainer class(es): Meteor Admin, Perceptive

Relatives: Anesa Willow (mother), Sirius (Paul Clark) (Biological father), Jeffrey Martin/Willow (Step father), Jack Willow (brother), Katie Willow (sister),

Born in Reborn in Subseven Sanctum and raised in reborn.

[Citlalli twins]

Axel Citlalli:

Male (afab)

He/Him

20 years old

Homosexual, Homoromantic

Black Hair, Pink eyecolor

Trainer class(es): Friendly helper (pre-timeline reset), Last Hope, Reborn Champion

Relatives: Angelica Citlalli (mother), Logan Citlalli (father), Marcus Citlalli (twin brother)

Romantic interest: Cal Whitaker

Born in Unova. Pre timeline reset he lived in Castelia City from age 0 to 13 until he got into an accident and his parents moved to Nacrene City. After the timeline reset he lived in Castelia city his entire life. When he becomes champion he'll live in reborn.

Marcus Citlalli:

Male (Amab)

He/Him

20 years old (physically)

Asexual, Heteroromantic

Black Hair, Pink eyecolor

Trainer class(es): Fairy Tale Prince, Reborn champion (pre-timeline reset), Elite Four Guiding Light

Type Specialty: He has a fairy tale themed team (pre-timeline reset), Dark/Steel

Relatives: Angelica Citlalli (mother), Logan Citlalli (father), Axel Citlalli (twin brother)

Romantic interest: Victoria Marlow

Born in Unova. Pre timeline reset he lived in Castelia City from age 0 to 13 until his brother got into an accident and his parents moved to Nacrene City. After the timeline his spirit resided in reborn for the most part, however he would be able to visit Axel in Unova thanks to their connection.

Hiram Hazel:

Male (Amab)

He/Him

Mid 50's

Asexual/Biromantic

Blond hair, Caramel Brown eye color.

Trainer class(es): Deacon

Type Specialty: Normal and Fairy types

Relatives: Elias (Older brother), Luna (Niece), Divers (Child), Ordell (Son), Zero (Adoptive son)

Born and raised in Reborn

Divers Hazel:

Nonbinary (Amab)

They/Them

22/23

Demisexual/Panromantic

Blond hair, Red eye color.

Trainer class(es): Bishop

Type Specialty: Dragon and Fairy types

Relatives: Elias (Uncle), Luna (Cousin), Hiram (Father), Ordell (Twin brother), Zero (Adoptive brother)

Born and raised in Reborn

Ordell Hazel:

Male (Amab)

He/Him

22/23

Bisexual/Biromantic

Black hair (dyed), blonde hair, Red eye color.

Trainer class(es): Bishop (pre-main game events), Crusader, Reborn Champion

Type Speciality: Doesn't specialize in any type, but does prefer humanoid and alolan pokemon

Relatives: Elias (Uncle), Luna (Cousin), Hiram (Father), Divers (twin), Zero (Adoptive brother), Hal (Adoptive father)

Born and raised in Reborn, at age 15 ran away to Alola where he lived until he became 22/23. He then returns to Reborn.

Cressilda Whitaker:

Female (afab)

She/Her

9 months old

Light blue hair, Hazel eyecolor

Trainer class (for when she gets older): Cheerful kid

Relatives: Kuro Lengile (Father), Cal Whitaker (Father), Blake Whitaker (Uncle)

Born in: Reborn City

Ref (will be made later)

Walnut:

Nonbinary (agab unknown)

They/Them, Xe/Xyr

12 years old

Brown Hair, Hazel eyecolor

Trainer Class(es): Strange Kid, Reborn Champion

Relatives: Unknown

Born in Orre (or so they say)

Rejuvnenation:

Mavis:

Male (Afab)

He/Him

17 years old (chapter 1-8), 18 years old (current)

Trainer Class(es): Pokemon Trainer (chapter 1-8), Goth Guy (current), Interceptor (current, only used in certain situations)

Type Specialty: Fairy

Relatives: Nancy (mother, deceased)

Host: Axel

Romantic Interests: Ren, Aelita Royer, Crawli

He has no known place of birth or where he grew up, when asked where he is from he'll say he's a trainer from East Gearen.

Desolation:

Marble:

Demiboy (Afab)

He/They

19/20 years old

Homosexual,Homoromantic

Brown Hair, Light Pink eyecolor

Trainer Classes: Ray of Sunshine

Type Specialty: They use weather themed teams.

Relatives: Unknown

Romantic interests: Tristan (lol rip), Hardy (probably), Reeve (probably)

He has no known place of birth or where they grew up

Daniel:

Nonbinary (Unsure about agab yet)

He/They

Mid 20's

Pansexual/Panromantic

Purple Hair, Blue hair (dyed), Indigo eyecolor

Trainer Classes: Crescent Ace

Type Specialty: Psychic

Relatives: Unknown

Romantic interests: -

Used to be childhood friends with Justice (friend's oc) and Garret, but they grew apart after he joined Crescent.

Insurgence:

Not much info on them yet, here's what I have. Their name is Aiden and he is a fairy/ghost type specialist.

More will be added later