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zriasstuff · 3 months

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First impressions- Lorenzo Berkshire x reader

Lorenzo Berkshire behaves like the perfect gentleman towards you, but what’s underneath that perfect facade? First impressions don’t last forever…

go to pt.2—> Second chances?

“Look, this one’s sooo pretty!”, your friend Jenny on your right hand side squealed excitedly.

“Oh my god, I have to get this dress”, Anya, your other friend, gushed while already holding five different ones in her hands.

You were also roaming through the countless racks, searching for a new and mature looking dress. In Hogsmeade, a new boutique had just opened and soon enough all the girls stormed inside to get the most beautiful pieces.

Inside the boutique everything was laced with delicacy, elegance and maturity. Three things you wanted more than anything to be a part of yourself. It was about time that you changed your appearance and became a young woman. After all, you were in your fifth year at Hogwarts already.

Not being able to decide between all the gorgeous clothing pieces you picked up, you took all ten of them to try on. Ten was definitely too many though, so some would have to be eliminated. The trying on process sadly didn’t do much for you, you still loved every single piece. Eventually, you come out of the fitting room, upset due to your inability to decide.

“Just buy all of them then”, Anya encourages you, “if you don’t they’ll be sold out and you will never get to try them on again”

That was easy for her to say. She was born into generational wealth and could buy all the clothes, or anything at all, that she fancied. On the other hand, you couldn’t just take home whatever you pleased. Still, you felt lucky that you had the money to buy one or two, so you eyed each piece you grabbed carefully.

“Ugh, they all would look so beautiful on me”, you groan, not wanting to give up even one of them.

When you turn around again to get your friends’ advice, they are nowhere to be seen.

Scanning the area for them, you unexpectedly make eye contact with someone who seemed to have been eying you. You stop looking for your friends, and take a moment to glance into this mysterious persons piercing blue eyes, perhaps for a little too long. He, whoever he was, appears to have taken an interest and started inching towards you.

Suddenly, after not having been able to place him, you recognize who he was. He was one of the guys who always hung around Draco Malfoy, who was a year above you. Even though you were in the same house, you have barely even made contact.

“You’re right”, he approaches you, looking you up and down.

“About what?”, you ask, finding it strange why one would approach you in this way. And as a guy, why would he be in this particular boutique. Was he perhaps shopping for his girlfriend or sister, you wonder.

“They would all indeed look very beautiful on you”, he compliments you charmingly, towering over you, a warm smile on his face as he said that. Sounds like he overheard your little dilemma. Surprised that he was so straight forward, you feel your cheeks heating up a little. While you’re smiling nervously, you manage to mumble out a thank you.

“It would be such a shame, if you had to leave them here”, this guy, whose name didn't even come to your mind, continued the sudden conversation. This guy surely had something planned, with the way he was leading it.

“Yeah, sometimes I wish I could just go shopping limitlessly”, you truthfully admit.

“So what’s your name, darling?”

“Y/n”, you answer while a thousand thoughts circled your mind. Such as how you managed to have caught the attention of this gorgeous, older guy— he surely must’ve approached you because he found you pretty right? And he just called you “darling” in such a heartwarming tone.

You didn’t like where your mind was wandering. All those thoughts, simply because a guy paid you the slightest amount of attention.

How long has it been since a guy had shown the slightest interest in you again? As if the exact time mattered, it had been too long anyway. You start doubting that you were maybe reading too much into his behavior—that your feelings were the ones of a silly little girl who just received some candy. So he called you darling, that doesn’t have to mean anything.

“Pretty”, he notes, “I’m Lorenzo by the way, but you can call me Enzo”.

Alright, you rethink, surely you weren’t reading too much into it. He just complimented you again, the second time within five minutes.

“May I?”, he gently asks, disrupting your small talk. Before you could even respond, he takes the clothes out of your hands. You weren’t sure what to make of this, so you threw him a questioning look. “Let me”, he says, afterwards smoothly grabbing your hand. “Let me what?”, you try to understand his behavior as you’re being led by him.

“Let me spoil you with what you deserve”, he responds so genuinely, but also as if it was the most natural thing in the world. You couldn’t even believe it. He had to be an angel fallen from heaven, with the way he was treating you.

This Enzo, whom you just properly met, was willing to spoil you like a literal princess. This is what teenage romance that your favorite authors write about must feel like.

“Are you kidding?”, you ask in utter disbelief. Not that you were complaining, but it simply felt too unreal, that someone would do this for you without even knowing you.

At the counter, you finally catch your friends, who have become victims of a giggle attack. They kept pointing their fingers at Enzo, maybe demanding some sort of explanation, but you yourself didn’t even know what to make of this.

All you knew was that within the next five minutes, he had paid for all ten pieces you picked out and was carrying the bags for you, like a true gentleman.

“I don’t even know how to thank you for this”, you tell him at the exit of the store, hoping he wouldn’t regret what he just did. What if he demanded you to reimburse him? No, he wouldn’t do that right?

“You wearing one of those would be enough of a thank you.” You can’t help but blush at his words, not believing your luck, that you met a guy this sweet. He was truly everything a girl could ask for.

Generous, handsome, tall, and caring—the whole package.

You saw your friends waving you over to them, so you excuse yourself. As he hands you the bags, his hand lingers on yours for a moment, before you let go and go over to your friends.

On your way you hear Enzo’s voice, causing you to turn around briefly.

“Meet me after dinner tonight, yeah?”

“Of course”, you happily obliged. You couldn’t wait to tell your friends about this perfect guy, and they couldn’t wait to hear the story either.

…

During dinner you kept turning your head to the right, hoping to catch a few glimpses of Enzo, who was sitting only a few seats away from you. You became rather disappointed when he didn’t notice you. Instead, he was laughing with all his friends.

“Y/n, what do you think?”, you hear all of a sudden, pulling you out of your admiration for Enzo. Totally in and out of your head, you try to remember what your friend asked you about. You also wondered whether Enzo had told all his friends about you yet, hopefully in a positive manner.

“Are you so in love with this guy you met four hours ago, that you can’t even focus on your real friends anymore”, she jokes, totally calling you out in your lovestruck behavior. The way you were infatuated with him, one could believe that he snuck you a love potion. But no, he was the first guy that you had ever felt this enchanted by.

In the last remaining minutes of dinner, you were mentally counting down the minutes. Only a little longer, you told yourself, then you could meet with him. Talk with him. Get to know him further. And eventually you would both lean in for a kiss and then…

“Dinner is finished, please go back to your respective common rooms”, Dumbledore's voice echoes through the dining hall, interrupting your daydream. As you’re getting up slowly, you tell your friends to go ahead. When everyone walked out, you saw Enzo separating from his friends to make his way to you. You could barely wait, having anticipated talking with him throughout the entire dinner.

“Hey”, he says, coming up to you.

You say nothing, replying with a simple smile. Deep down you were kind of scared of sounding overly excited, which could possibly scare him off.

“How’s it going?”

“Pretty good, how about you?”, you play your feelings down. You were better than “pretty good”, you were floating on cloud nine. If paradise existed, you were pretty sure that you were there already.

“I see you’re wearing a new dress, you look stunning”, Enzo says while looking you up and down, yet again. Your heart skipped a beat, overjoyed that he took notice. He really did pay attention to you.

“I’m glad.” Little did you know, and he did too, that you only wore this for him to see. It made you happy to know that your efforts weren’t in vain.

“Listen, how about we meet in my dorm?”, he suggested, “have us a little quiet place.” You instantly agreed, but told him that you would come by a little later because you wanted to refresh yourself in your own dorm first.

After all, you wanted everything to be perfect for your first date— wait, you stop your train of thought. Was it even a proper date? You weren’t sure, you’ve never been on one. Either way, you hurriedly skipped off to your dorm, informing all your girlfriends on your meeting.

Being the supportive girlfriends they were, they help you and give you pointers on your hair and makeup.

“I cannot believe that you’re going to be Enzo’s girlfriend”

“I’m so jealous, I wish an older guy would ask me out too”, they rave over your incredible luck.

“Well, I don’t even know if I’m really going to be his girlfriend”, you confess. He did seem interested, but after all you two were on completely different levels. What gave you comfort was that he seemed to be one of the nicer guys.

After one more glance in the mirror, you take off and ask everyone to wish you luck. You tried to be as quick as possible, not wanting to miss out on moments that you could’ve spent with Enzo.

Carefully, you sneak over to the boys’s dorms and you realize that you didn’t know which one Enzo slept in. So, you wander door to door, abruptly stopping when you recognize Enzo’s voice. His dorm door was open by a slit, so you lean in a little to listen. You knew it was sneaky, but you just couldn’t fight off your curiosity…

At first you couldn’t make out their indistinct words, but suddenly Enzo got a little louder. He sounded completely different from when you talked with him earlier.

“Fuck no!”, he scoffed loudly. You didn’t know what he rejected so angrily, but it only piqued your curiosity. You guessed that he was in the process of kicking his friends out to spend some time with you.

“Do you honestly think I care about her?” Enzo threw the question around. Upon hearing that you felt your heart standing still. Who was he talking about?

“Ok but if you don’t actually like her, then why go through the effort of chasing her down in that boutique”, Draco’s voice hollered all the way to you. After hearing that, even the tiniest hope—that he didn’t mean you, diminished within seconds.

“Yeah, you could literally have any girl you want, without spending a coin”, Blaise stated so painfully blatantly.

“You guys don’t get it”, Enzo defended his questionable, and apparently exaggerated, efforts to get you.

“My purchase barely cost me anything in terms of money, I have enough of that. But in return, I get a young, stupid and attractive girl who’ll do anything for me, because subconsciously she thinks she owes me”

Never in your entire life have you heard such a disgusting thing. For him you turned out to just be eye candy. A mere investment if you were being completely cynical.

Without wanting to hear more of what he had to say, you ran off back to your own dorm. His words rung in your head, stinging harder than you could have imagined. Back at your dorm, you barge in and burst into tears in front of all your friends. You’ve been holding them in ever since you heard his hurtful words.

After jumping on your bed, you instantly sink your head into a pillow. The darkness helped a little in blocking out everything. How could he have been so manipulative, and how stupid were you to have actually fallen for that?

His words may have been disgusting, but what was worse, was that they were true. Perhaps you would’ve really done anything he asked for in his dorm, had you not overheard their conversation.

With your makeup ruined and mascara running down your cheeks, you finally look up to answer to your friends’ concerns. All of them huddled around you, already comforting you even though they didn’t even know what happened. As you’re retelling what you overheard, you’re barely able to look them in their eyes. That’s how embarrassed you were.

When you were done, none of them could believe how sick and twisted Lorenzo Berkshire really was. Under that nice guy facade, hid a ugly and cunning playboy. At least Draco was open in showing what an asshole he was, this way he couldn’t really surprise you. But with Enzo, his first impressions were deceitful, which was way worse.

But under all your anger for Enzo, you were scared. Scared of the fact that Enzo was the first guy you’ve ever had real feelings for. Of course you only felt that way because he schemed and you fell right into his trap.

Still, a little part of your heart shattered upon the cruel reality. You didn’t want to believe it. A tiny guilt feeling part of you wanted so badly to walk up to his dorm again and to pretend nothing happened. It’d be easier than accepting his true intentions.

A sharp knock suddenly catches all of your attention. You must’ve been bawling out your eyes for a while now. You realize that Enzo had no idea about what happened and was still waiting for you.

“Can I come in”, you all hear him say from the other side of the door.

“FUCK Y-”, Anya begins yelling, before you immediately cover her mouth with your hand. You know she only meant the best, but you did it for a reason.

Everyone looked at you confused, trying to make out what you were thinking.

“Don’t let him know yet”, you whisper decisively, hoping he couldn’t hear you through the door.

They all ask why not, and truthfully you also weren’t too sure. But it felt more secure at the moment to not reveal your cards yet. Who knew how you could utilize the information you had. Ironically you learned that from Enzo in the past ten minutes.

“Is everything okay?”, he asks through the door, unsure of what was happening. What an amazing actor, pretending to genuinely care. How could one be so shamelessly two faced.

“You know what Enzo, I’m feeling a little sick”, you lie, trying to sound composed and calm. You couldn’t face him just yet.

“I'm sorry to hear that, I could-”

“I think it’s best if we just talk tomorrow”, you stop him before he could go on with more of his bullshit. In all honesty, talking to him was the last thing you wanted, but you had to sound believably fine.

“If you say so. Good night then”, and with that you heard his leaving footsteps.

“What are you doing?” Jenny asks you with a puzzled expression.

You explain to all of them that you need some peace right now to deal with your emotions and thoughts. The whole Enzo thing needed some time to be dealt with.

Since you were obviously in a bad headspace, they understand and leave you alone.

When lying in bed and processing your emotions from before, all the sadness, anger, embarrassment and fear—you suddenly feel something else too. You deeply wanted him to feel as foolish as you did too. You wanted him to regret his stupid little plan forever. You seeked for more than simply forgiving and forgetting, you wanted revenge.

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bloatedandalone04 · 1 year

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➪the one where jack's career takes off and you're left alone.

Part 2

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, gaslighting, hehe

Word Count: 3.1k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine <3

You were proud. Beyond proud, even.

Jack’s career was taking off fast, you barely had a second to let it all sink in. You could only imagine how he was feeling.

The TV was on in the basement of his house, his mom’s cooking making its way down the stairs and emitting a growl from your stomach. Jack, who was sitting next to you, smirked as he took his eyes off his phone. You refused to make eye contact as your face heated up in a blush. “Stop staring at me,” you mumble as you continue to scroll through your Instagram feed.

Jack laughed as he pocketed his phone. “I told you to eat something before I picked you up,” he shook his head as your thumb continued scrolling, though you were no longer paying any attention to what the posts were displaying. “It’s not my fault you never listen to me.”

“I listen to you all the time,” you say back, deciding to just turn off your phone as you had become distracted by him. “You’re the one who wouldn’t let me go to the store to grab some of those chips I like.”

He laughed again and scoffed slightly. “You have, like, three bags of them at your place,” he pointed out and you turned to face him.

“But I don’t have any here,” you reply and watch as he shakes his head.

Just then, the door to the basement opens and his mom calls down that dinner was ready, unknowingly making your shoulders drop in relief. Jack, who turned to call back to his mother, gave you a smile and shrug when he faced you again. “There, problem solved,” he said as he stood up and held his hand out to you.

As soon as you took it, the TV switched programs and began playing the teaser trailer for Avatar: The Way of Water. You were only half way up when you sat back down again and tugged on his hand. “Ooh, look,”

Jack looked at the screen and felt his heart skip a beat at what was currently playing. “Seriously?” He asked no one in particular, his face heating up in embarrassment. He looked back down at you and his expression softened when he saw your look of excitement. “We’re not watching the whole thing, right? I’m probably not even in this one.”

As soon as he said that, the scene changed to show his character, Spider, in all his glory. You squealed in excitement as you tightened your hold on his hand and pulled yourself up. You wrapped your arms around his neck in a hug as you turned away from the screen. “I’m so proud of you,” you say and pepper his face with kisses. “Look, you’re on TV!”

Jack laughed as he wrapped his arms around your middle, the feeling of contentment washing away any ounce of embarrassment he felt at the fact that damn near every channel on TV had begun showing the trailer for the film.

If only you had known that this would be one of your last good memories you share with him, maybe then you would have savored the moment a little bit longer.

Jack <3: I miss you so much. Today has gone by so slowly.

You smiled down at the text, hiding your phone behind the table as you didn’t want to risk getting kicked out of class. This final year of high school was brutal, and in more ways than one.

Jack was away filming Scream VI, so the person who provided you with the most comfort was thousands of miles away. You were close to failing one of your classes, one required to get your diploma, and you recently had a fallout with your close friend.

So, yeah, things could definitely be going better.

Tell me about it. Chemistry is NOT fun. I miss you, too, btw.

You hit send just as your teacher looked up from his desk. Hiding your phone, you give him a tight lipped smile and a thumbs up, something he squints his eyes at before he is back to grading papers.

Your phone vibrates against your leg and you grab your book, opening it to make it look like you were reading from it, when in reality you were unlocking your phone.

Jack <3: I still don’t know why you chose that over drama. Acting is fun and easy.

You playfully roll your eyes and glance at the teacher before typing out a response.

Says the actor.

Jack <3: Fair enough.

You hold back a sigh as you put your phone in your bag. You couldn’t wait for him to come home. Granted, he just left and would be in Montreal for a couple more months. This was probably the first time you’ve ever wished for a summer to fly by. After spending almost every day with Jack, it was hard to go even a week without him. The thought of spending damn near a whole summer without him had your heart aching.

Two weeks in and you missed him more than words could describe. Stupid high school. Stupid long distance relationships.

Even though he texted you every day, or called you on the odd day, it still didn’t soothe your aching heart. You were so young, but that didn’t stop the love between you from growing stronger by the minute. A year and a half is a long time for young love.

Every time you looked at your phone you were met with his picture as your lock screen. It sent a jolt of pain directly to your heart whenever you looked at his smiling face and you silently cursed yourself for being so in love with him.

High school ended, as did the summer, and you couldn’t be more content. You couldn’t be happier.

September was nearly here, meaning the summer without Jack was over.

That’s who you were with now.

The TV was once again on, and like last time, neither of you were paying attention to it. Both your phones were turned off and placed on the coffee table a few feet away.

Your body was trapped between the backrest of the couch and Jack’s chest, his arms wrapped tightly around you and his chin resting on the top of your head. It had been like this for days, with the both of you wrapped up in each other’s arms without any words being said.

It was like no time at all had passed since you last saw each other, let alone a whole summer. Everything fell back into place and the two of you were reunited once again. You weren’t sure when he’d be called away for his job again, so you were spending every possible second you had with him. You hadn’t seen your own room in days as you’d been staying with him since he came back home, something you both had no problem with.

If there was one thing Jack hated about his job, and he wouldn’t even go as far as saying he hated it, really, it was the months he’d spend away from you. He hadn’t met you yet when he was filming Avatar, so he only had to worry about missing his family and friends. Then he fell in love with you.

The ache he felt in his heart during the entirety of filming Scream VI was only completely dulled when he returned home and found comfort in your arms. The months that passed were only being fueled by his want to return to you, the one person he felt his happiest with.

Despite knowing you for only two years, you play a big part in who he is and who he wants to be in his future. You are his future. He was young, damn near too young to be planning things with you this early in his life, but he couldn’t see it happening any other way.

He couldn’t see himself loving anyone else.

That’s how the rest of the summer went. Actually, that’s how the rest of the year went.

December came fast and that’s when everything changed.

Avatar: The Way of Water was officially released. Spider was officially introduced to the world, and Jack had never felt more excited. It had been years since he filmed his scenes for this movie, and to see it all come together was emotional.

You were his date to the premiere, something he had asked you months beforehand so you would be prepared, and to see Jack on the big screen had you crying half an hour in. The person you saw in front of you was one you didn’t know. You were complete strangers at the time of him filming this, and it was a big contrast to the version of him sitting next to you now, his hand holding yours tightly.

It was that night when the inevitable happened.

The movie was a massive hit, and though Spider was a character not many people liked, Jack was definitely a natural newcomer that had stolen the hearts of many fans.

His Instagram followers grew with each passing day and you were grateful that the posts he had with you on his account were swarmed with kind comments. You knew that his career would take off fast once his movies hit the theaters, so you were prepared when your own comments began filling with fans of his. Mostly on the posts that involved him, mainly the birthday one you had uploaded a few weeks ago.

Jack was called away for press tours and interviews and promo after promo.

It was a miracle when he found the time to just sit and facetime you.

The smile you were met with when you answered the call was enough to make you forget about the feeling of loneliness that had slowly started creeping into your body.

At the end of the day, he was still yours.

“Hi,” you say and place your phone on your desk, standing it up so you could go back to applying your makeup.

“Hi, baby,” he said back and you don’t bother hiding the smile that took over your face at the pet name. “What are you doing?”

You drop the brush you were using back into the container and meet his eyes. “I’m just getting ready to go out,”

Jack nodded before a teasing grin took over his face. “Got a hot date tonight?”

You rolled your eyes. “Depends, are you coming home tonight?”

Your question made his heart skip a beat. Home. God, he missed you. He was sick of staying at these hotels with the rest of the cast. All he wanted was to come home to you. He feared he was beginning to lose touch with how his life was before all of this, and the thought of getting caught up in everything had his heart racing.

“I wish I was,” he said quietly.

“Yeah,” you trail off. “Me too.”

A silence took over and you finished applying eyeshadow before you looked back down at your phone.

“I’m just going out with some friends from high school,” you answered his previous question after realizing you never actually told him what your plans were.

Jack nodded again before he gave you a boyish grin. He watched as you coated your lips in a shiny gloss before he sighed, “You are so pretty,”

Your face heats up and you refuse to meet his eyes as you begin cleaning up the surface of your desk. When you finally look at him, you find him already looking at you, his eyes full of love and longing. “I miss you,” you say as you grab your phone again. You stay seated as you hold the device closer to you, your eyes never leaving your boyfriend’s.

“I miss you, too,” he says back. “You have no idea how much I wish I could’ve taken you with me.”

You look away and chew on your freshly glossed bottom lip. “Can you promise me something?”

You hear the sound of shuffling and glance down to see that Jack had sat up to give you his full attention. “Of course,” he sounded unsure and you were beginning to question if you even had a right to be asking him this.

“Maybe it’s not my place to ask this, but,” you trail off, unknowingly making Jack’s heart fill with a sense of dread. You continued before he could call you out on it, though. “Just, don’t forget about me, okay? Please.”

You felt pathetic for asking him that, but it was the only way to let him in and allow him to see what the change was doing to you without actually telling him. You were terrified of losing him and it felt as though it was gonna happen sooner or later.

“Y/n,” he said sternly, making you meet his eyes through the screen. “Nothing could ever make me forget you. I love you and I miss you more than you know. I mean, I’m in the middle of doing press tours for the movie I was in and all I can think of is coming back home to you.”

You felt dumb for feeling the way you did. Jack was living his dream and you were worried about him forgetting you when all he ever did was shower you with love and affection. There was nothing to worry about. “I’m sorry,”

“I love you,” he said again and you smiled at him, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes, something he noticed. “We’re gonna be fine. I promise.”

You nodded and continued to listen to him go on about how much fun he was having with the cast before your friend texted you to let you know that she was here to pick you up.

The call ended on a good note. A great one, even.

Things were going well.

Until they weren’t.

The release of Scream VI hit Jack’s career hard and completely flipped his world around.

People absolutely adored Ethan and were infatuated with the face who played him. Jack went from a newcomer with a small fanbase to millions of people obsessing over him within the span of a few hours.

Of course, you were his plus one to the premiere, and you got emotional at the way he played his character, your hand wrapped around his. You thought back to what you were doing when he was filming it, still stuck in high school and thousands of miles away from him. This person on the screen was one you knew, you loved, and belonged to you.

That was something a few people didn’t seem to realize. After gaining over five hundred thousand followers, some of his fans stumbled across his posts with you. Long story short, your comments were filled with hate and jealousy and envy. You made your account private a couple of days after the film was released.

That didn’t stop them from filling his comments.

She’s mid fr.

She needs to get away from my man.

Ew.

You can do better.

God, people were brutal.

Jack had no knowledge of the harassment you were receiving, but how could he? He was busier than ever and was once again off doing interviews and press tours.

You were alone again.

You knew what would happen to your relationship when he became a big time actor. You were prepared. You would have to share him with the world, and you thought you were prepared for that.

But, honestly, who were you kidding?

And what made things worse was when he slowly stopped answering your texts.

He was busy, you got that, but he would go days without talking to you, some of which were his most active days on social media.

It shouldn’t be like this.

Just the other day you were scrolling on TikTok and one of his videos came up. You looked through the comments and saw that he answered one that asked if he had a girlfriend.

The simple ‘yes’ made you feel both annoyed and reassured. You weren’t sure where you stood with him, so knowing that he was still at least somewhat involved in the relationship was comforting. On the other hand, seriously, he can answer a stranger’s comment but not a text from his girlfriend of two years?

You felt like a burden at this point.

Days go by without a word from him and you were beginning to lose control over your emotions. Your eyes ached from all the crying you did behind closed doors, and your heart felt as if it was decaying each day you were left unanswered.

What excuse would he have if he ever decided to answer you? He got so busy that he forgot to check his texts? His phone number was leaked and he was bombarded with random messages to the point that yours were so far down?

That would make you happy, you think.

Anything but the alternative.

He forgot about you.

Or he forgot how to be a boyfriend.

Or how to be a decent fucking human being.

You weren’t sure what you were expecting when you got ready for your date with him. It was planned weeks ago, set for the day after he returned home.

Your texts went unanswered, but you got ready anyway.

This was a test - one you hoped he passed.

But, as the day turned into night with no sign of him, you felt the last piece of your heart break. You also felt the last piece of your self control snap.

He failed.

You grab your phone and click on his contact, not bothering to roll your eyes once you were sent to his voicemail. “Hey, it’s me. Um, you failed the test I gave you,” you say and quickly wipe away a tear that slipped down your face. “I don’t know what happened to us or what happened to you, but I’m…I’m done.”

You glance at your nightstand and pause when you see the framed picture of the two of you. If you could turn back time and go back to how things were at the time it was taken, you would in a heartbeat.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t enough for you, I really wish I was. You meant everything to me and I wish you kept your promise,” you continued to look at the picture as you thought of what else was left to say. “Good luck with everything. I wish you nothing but the best, and, yeah. I’m done. Goodbye.”

You hang up and toss your phone on your bed, grabbing the picture afterwards. You stare at it for a few more seconds, and slowly your sadness turns to rage.

Another second goes by before your hand moves and throws the frame across the room. It hits the wall opposite from you and you hear the glass shatter before it hits the ground.

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jahnavisurenda-21 · 2 months

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Hazbin Hotel||Alastor X Reader||Creating Trouble Part 1. ||Kidnaping Scenario

Being a human was a taboo in hell, all the words you never herd you herd, everything you never felt you felt, and it got you a lot of attention from the different residents.

TW- Trigger warning, Mentions of molestation, mild language.

You couldn't scream or utter a single cry of desperation. These demons were much stronger than you could ever imagine, your worst fear was just about to come true.

"Just spray that perfume or whatever boss gave, before the radio demon comes." One muffled voice ordered.

Then you blacked out before they tied you up in constraints.

Everyone had been going nuts about the new extermination dates which had been scheduled much earlier. Everyone was creating havoc in hell during that time,

You came across a page, when you were with Alastor one of those days there was some tension and beef between Alastor and the top face of Vee.

"Oh, that's nothing, my dear! Just a little resident here who thinks he owns all of hell." Alastor said with a big grin,

"Your voice is really nice you know? Can I have those old records of yours that you were going to broadcast but never did?"

"They are just drafts my dear, it's useless."

"If they are so useless, why did you keep them?"

"Maybe I should show it to you someday my dear, I think you'll quite enjoy them. Now go to sleep while I finish some business with some co-workers of mine." Alastor instructed you had a habit of always neglecting your bedtime and sleeping the whole day.

That particular incident flashed before you were woken up with someone kicking your leg and splashing some water.

"I really thought that was some messed up shit you know. You think Lucifer's brat would?"

"Miss Bleeding Heart would probably be dead by now if it isn't that stupid radio demon watching her back all the time."

"Oh, speaking of the radio demon, did the brat wake up already? She sleeps too much; I'll just give her to one of the cannibals."

You woke up but instantly flinched when someone tall, wearing heart-shaped glasses, and a pink coat, type of soul came in front of you.

"How cute." He said amused, "Hey how much money do you think the brat can make?"

"Oh, shut it, Valentino, I didn't ask my henchmen to kidnap her so you could strike some business deal or some shit like that."

"So, listen here bitch, everyone here is horny assholes and if you want to keep that body of yours in peace, you better suck it up and answer all my questions one by one."

"OH, Kinky!" Valentino squealed.

Your heart raced rapidly, it felt like your diaphragm couldn't relax anymore and your mind had gone blank with fear, you would think with those comedic looks they would be good for a few hearty laughs.

But All your friends and you knew they were rivals.

"So did Miss Bleeding Heart and your little boyfriend ever strike a deal or something?"

"M... Miss bleeding heart?" You softly called out,

"Yeah, Lucifer's brat."

"I.. I don't know." You simply said just to be met with a harsh slap, shocking you. "I'm only a human I don't interfere with these things!"

"So, you're telling me, the radio demon has not gone soft after meeting you?"

"How is my personal status of any relevance?" You questioned,

You lay unconscious down below, struggling to get up you took a look around your surroundings, it was dark but a little dim blue light from the TV alerted you; you were bruised, and it hurt to breathe, how did you even survive?

It looked like the corridors were locked, and you were just left discarded here, with your remaining strength you hurried to the T.V., and it was the same page when Vox and Alastor had that little tension.

Could you reach anyone from here?

Judging by your injuries you must have been out at least for two to three days.

Back in the hotel.

It was Husk who noticed that you were literally not anywhere in the hotel, it further confirmed his suspicions, when Sir Pentious and Niffty asked about you, "Where did the goody two shoes go? She's acting like a bad girl!" Niffty huffed.

Everyone had been in a panic, at last when Alastor came back from one of his trips, he would always usually bring you a little trinket or something,

"My dear, sorry I got so caught up--" He realized you were not there.

Two days had passed when no news of your disappearance was updated, but it was getting busy as hell in the hotel and it angered Alastor when he was told to do something that didn't involve tracking you.

One day when Valentino had enough of your refusal he declared, He would ravage you if you didn't open your mouth.

Vox didn't want the entire image to get threatened by the media.

"So how are you, Alastor? Saw the sudden stop with your regular updates."

"Well, you see I'm in a bit of a dilemma myself, a dear friend of mine has been missing."

"Friend?' Vox laughed, "I thought it was more of a plaything?"

He pushed your tired form to the counter, as you barely managed to stabilize yourself.

It was Valentino who grabbed your collar and made you look at Alastor,

Alastor's eyes darkened, a threatening aura had befallen him, which made you nervous. Even if none of the anger was directed towards you.

When he left the remaining support you fell down again, "Exceedingly weak!" Valentino urged, kicking your frail body.

Charlie burst into tears, and Angel instantly bombarded the two with questions, "Did you piece of shi--"

"Anymore and she'll be of good use to me." Valentino warned.

Before the screen was shut.

"That was good don't you think?"

"Now we have to be wary of that Radio demon."

"I'll fucking kill them." Alastor's eyes widened when he recalled your body being manhandled, and thrown with such disregard,

He grew into his demonic form the more he thought about it the more, sadistic the punishments he concocted in his head grew.

"You worry about not letting the hotel fall into shambles, I'll make the Vee wish I'd stay gone."

#lovestories #romance #alastor fanfiction #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon #alastor x you #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel fandom #beauty #tw kidnappin

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 2 months

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For the demanding porn director. 😏

Who are you filming a steamy scene with?

There is only one correct answer- All three. I have three holes for a reason. Poor Devin is stuck watching the magic.

Smut under cut. 18+ ONLY.

"Three co-stars?" You gaped at Devin as he animatedly discussed what he was invisioning for you. Of course you were gonna be the star of his masterpiece, but you couldn't do it alone, or even with just one partner. No, this time you needed three men.

You were skeptical. Until you saw the three whom you would be working with, each one built like a powerhouse and any one of them could probably easily bring you to your knees. "See..." Devin smirked as his hand settled heavily on the nape of your neck, the cold rings making a small shiver roll down your spine along with anticipation and excitment. His smirk was pressing near your ear as he spoke. "My prized muse only gets the best."

The buzz cut man named Curtis with icy sharp blue eyes was settled underneath you, large calloused holding you up by your throat as he pounded his cock into your weeping cunt, a snarl of possessive affection escaping him with his praises. "So fucking tight Sweetheart, can just feel Ari filling your tight hole." His free hand slapped at your breasts, pinching and pulling at your nipples till they were hard tender little points and perfect for him to run his tongue over and suck them into his mouth to pleasurably torture you further.

Ari, the sun kissed stranger with the hairy chest pressed over your back, his cock stretching your ass till you felt like you were being split between the two men, his hand fisted in your hair at the back of your head, keeping you still as his chest crushed against your back and his husky tone hovered close while his bristled cheek brushed against yours. "Too bad we can't hear those moans Honey." Below you Curtis sucked on your breasts, pulling and tugging while Ari reached between your thighs and rubbed your clit without mercy, making your eyes cross at the sensations and a muffled squeal rise from you. "But Steve has your throat to full right now."

"Eyes on me Doll. thass right, look at you crying." The golden haired man named Steve hissed above you, you fought to look up at him, your eyes swelling with tears cause of how good it felt between them all, how full you were, how you really crashed so fast that you were a weeping little slut for them. His thumbs swept under your eyes, even though drool was running down your chin and neck at this point, your lips stretched so wide around his cock that it felt like your lips were gonna split at the corners. That didnt stop you from sucking on him, moaning around his cock till he pushed deeper into your throat, and making you gag on him. "Good girl." His hands cupped around your face, the praise making you climb higher, suddenly you welcomed the challenge of swallowing all of him.

"So fucking pretty when she cries." Devin muttered from behind the video camera while underneath you as Curtis gave a particular hard thrust, Ari pistoning faster to match him, Steve gave you a moments reprieve for air and then filling your mouth again, the sensation of being so full of cock in all your holes making you break.

#amber answers #ask game #i have three holes that need to be filled #obviously i cant just pick one of them #i need all three to fucking ruin me #i am but a hoe who needs to be ruined

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xxstraykidsaikoxx · 4 months

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ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴏғ ᴄᴀᴛ & ᴅᴏɢ || sᴇᴜɴɢᴍɪɴ (sᴛʀᴀʏ ᴋɪᴅs) x ɴɪɴᴛʜ ғ!ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ

Aiko being a cat with the mind of a puppy, and Seungmin being a puppy with the mind of a cat, these two make for an interesting pair, especially when partnered up for a mission. Will these two make it to the end without maiming eachother?

ෆ contents - mild arguing, happy ending, light swearing

ෆ word count - 436

ෆ note - seungmin might be slightly out of character 😅

"And the next pairing will be.. Aiko and Seungmin!" As soon as those words were spoken Seungmin already felt a headache starting to form. It wasn't that he didn't like Aiko, she was just.. a little too much. The younger idol walked up to stand besides him and smiled, because despite what her older member was thinking, she loved being around Seungmin. He was funny, kind, and just so fun to mess with. For this particular SKZ CODE episode, the group had been split pairs, safe for Jeongin, Han and Minho who had to be in a group of three. They were blindfolded and locked in a small escape room styled place and were told to find the key that unlocks the door to the way out. Simple correct? Not when you're partnered with someone who dropped out of middle school.

Immediately Aiko had started her usual dramatics, something she picked up from her boyfriend presumably. Aiko lightly squealed from both excitement and slight nervousness of being blindfolded, so when it was removed, she accidentally backed into Seungmin, nearly knocking them both over. "Sorry, oppa, I got scared!" Ai tried to lighten the mokd, but clearly her older brother didn't appreciate the joke, "Whatever, let's get this over with." 5 minuets went by until Seungmin had had it with this girl, "Dammit Aiko! I already said what the clue meant and you still haven't gotten it!", Aiko never one to back down from a fight, retaliated, "Well I'm sorry if I need a more detailed explanation!" "Guess that's why you're the leader of Paboracha!" "You make it sound like an insult!" The puppy and cat duo bared their claws at eachother with their words.

The coughing of the staff reminded the two that they were in fact, being recorded live. Taking a breath, they composed themselves. "Okay, okay, I'm going to explain this one. more. time." Seungmin said slowly. After explaining everything again to Aiko, more in depth this time, they finally were able to escape the room. After the filming was over and done with, Aiko hugged Seungmin by the waist, forcefully by the way, and apologized for arguing with him. Not able to say no to the youngest member, he hugged her back, "Don't worry, Pabo, I'm sorry too.. I guess.." In all reality he did feel bad, but he'd never admit it out loud. "Don't call me dumb, dummy." Aiko huffed, which resulted in her getting pushed to the side. As the puppy walked away from the kitten, he hid a small smile, cursing the soft spot he had for someone so ditzy.

©straykidsaiko

Always keep in mind that nothing in this series and in my posts are real! So anything that may seem 'out of character' should be considered as part of a fake universe! <3

ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

#fake kpop oc #female addition #kpop added member #skz addition #skz female addition #skz female member #stray kids 9th member #stray kids added member #stray kids scenarios #fake kpop idol

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 year

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Howl Little Sister: My big brother is the coolest Savanaclaw mage!

Cheka: No, my unc'a is cooler!!!

Note: To give y’all age references, Cheka is canonically 5 and Jack’s little sister is 7. Jack also has a younger brother (not featured in this particular interaction) that is 11!

M-Mentor L*ona... OTL

Family means Nobody is Left Behind or Forgotten.

Tch, babysitting’s such a pain in the tail.

Laid across a warm rock, Leona yawned and grumpily flipped onto his side. He had hoped to retreat from the bustle of Family Day in his territory, but alas. Noise—those damn kids—followed him wherever he sauntered for silence. Falling asleep in three seconds or under was a talent—but for as talented as Leona was, he couldn’t ignore the growing racket around him.

Cracking open one keen green eye, his gaze slid over to a pair of arguing children and the poor freshman hovering over them. Jack glanced between a wolf girl that wore a similar scowl as him and a lion cub with fluffy red hair—a prince.

Cheka was puffing up his cheeks and squealing, “Nooo, Ojitan’s cooler!! He plays magift and he said he’ll teach me how to play the next time he visits home!”

“Well, my big bro could outrun and outlift your uncle!! He gets good grades and he cares lots about me!! So he has strong muscles, a strong brain, and a strong heart! Those are all important for being a good mage!”

“Ojitan plays with me tons when I come to NRC! He can make stuff go poof into sand just by touching it, so he’s kinder and stronger! He can also beat me and papa and Kifaji at chess, so he’s smarter too!”

“Nuh-uh!!”

“Yuh-huh!!”

“Nuh-uh!!”

“Sis, drop it,” Jack cut in awkwardly. He looked mildly uncomfortable, like a stiff cactus that had cropped up in a field of flowers. Intervention, Leona scoffed, is not his forte. “It’s not that important.”

“No way,” his sister snapped, fiercely indignant. “I’m right and I know it!!”

“Can we at least compromise?”

“NO!!” both children shouted in union. On that, they could agree on.

“Urk…!” Jack’s ears flattened in defeat.

From his resting spot, Leona chortled, and Jack’s ears automatically stood again, hopeful. “L-Leona-senpai, sir…!”

“Don’t bother, it’s a waste of your time and energy,” his dorm leader replied. “Let the tykes fight until they tucker themselves out. It builds character.”

“Huh?!”

“See?” Cheka smiled and clapped excitedly. “Ojitan’s so cool! He knows how to fix problems.”

“What part of that was ‘fixing' this problem? Nothing's fixed!"

They exploded into a fresh fit of arguments. Emboldened for their own cause.

Leona groaned, a growl rumbling in the back of his throat. A migraine started to set in, wisps of a dull pain running along his skull. At this rate, he would never catch up on all his missed nap time.

Better settle this now then.

He begrudgingly pulled himself up, resting an arm on one leg, and raised his voice above the juvenile squabbling. It was low and spiced with sweetness—just enough to lure in his prey.

“Jack,” Leona drawled, “I couldn’t ask for a more model student. As your dorm leader, I’m proud to call you my own.”

“What? Saying that all of a sudden… Where is this coming from?”

“I’m serious,” Leona insisted, a little louder than he had before. Smooth, resonant. Cheka and Jack’s little sister stopped and stared.

“You… are?” Jack looked just as confused as the children did.

Leona nodded. “You humble yourself, but your character is truly morally upstanding and straight as an arrow. You care so much for the kids you’ll put yourself between them in an attempt to get them to hold hands and sing kumbaya.”

Leona held up both of his hands and sighed. “I concede. You have me entirely beat. I can’t possibly hope to hold a candle to you.”

“Er, that’s not exactly what I—”

His dorm leader was quick to cut him off. “What’d I tell you? As humble as they come.”

Both Cheka and the young Howl appeared utterly entranced by the net his words had cast. It wad as easy as throwing a zebra leg to a pack of starving hyenas.

Leona smirked to himself and reclined back into his napping spot.

There, spat settled.

“He’s right, my big bro IS super upstanding!” Jack’s sister declared, her chest puffed out with pride.

“I don’t know what that means, but if Ojitan thinks your brother's that amazing, then he must be!” Cheka shuffled his feet, looking slightly downcast. “Um, sorry I was being mean to you before…”

“Hmph, it’s okay. That was before I saw how cool your uncle was! He knows how to command a room and when he’s lost to someone else. I understand why you were trying so hard to change my mind!”

"Whoa... He talked them into calming down and agreeing with each other..." Jack clenched a fist and grinned. “It looks like there’s still a lot I have to learn from you, Leona-senpai!!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Leona waved a hand, dismissing him. “You can start with learning to keep quiet while the kids have their precious play time."

"Yes, sir! I hope I can live up to your expectations of me!!"

"Me too, Ojitan, me too!!" Cheka added. He bounced on the balls of his feet, beaming as though he was the sun itself. "I'll work hard so I can be juuust like you when I grow up!"

"Great. Knock yourself out then. Now, if you'd kindly excuse me to--"

"M-Mister!!" The stammering voice came from Jack's sister. She shyly played with the fur on her tail, not fully meeting Leona's eyes. "I... I wanna learn from you, too!! Please teach me how I can be as cool as you and big bro!!"

"Classes aren't in session, and I don't do office hours," Leona snarled—but all three of them were already regarding him with eager, shining eyes. The Howl siblings’ tails, too, wagged—a telltale sign of their zeal.

So now there's three furballs barking at me instead of two...

"Rrrrrr... Family Day can't be over soon enough!!"

#Leona Kingscholar #twst #twisted wonderland #Cheka Kingscholar #twst interactions #twisted wonderland interactions #Jack Howl #disney twisted wonderland #NRC Family Day #twst imagines #twisted wonderland imagines #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland scenarios

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huntingingoodwill · 1 year

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waterloo! (t.s.)

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send in requests for my 1.3k sleepover 💕

requested by: @notyour-valentine (tysm bb!)

pairing: 1970s! au tommy shelby x reader

“Hurry! It’s about to start!” You whined, impatient.

You stood outside your front door, watching Tommy take his time rummaging through his pockets to fish out the keys.

“ABBA!” You exclaimed, perfectly in sync with the host.

The cameras cut toward the band and you cheered, squealing as the opening riff of Waterloo kicked into life, the lively twang blaring through the room as you turned up the volume. The music exploded from each slam of the piano keys, and you watched excitedly as the singers appeared on screen, glittering in their costumes as they lifted the microphones to their lips.

You hummed along, nodding your head to the beat. Tommy slowly made his way into the room, having swung his suit jacket over his shoulder, his tie hanging loosely around his neck. He watched you, happily nodding your head to the music, splayed out on the ground in your best dress.

“This is what you made us leave early for?” He chuckled, a little incredulous as you nodded your head, eyes not breaking away from the screen for a second. “I don’t get why you like this band so much.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “What’s not to love?”

“Their outfits for one.” He remarked, voice dripping with derision.

You squinted at the screen, the sequins of their jumpsuits glittering even through the grainy footage.

“I quite like the outfits. You could do with a pair of those.” Your nail clinked against the glass as you pointed at Björn’s boots as he teetered on them, the towering platforms making his svelte body rise into the air like a skyscraper.

“Not my style.” He muttered, the soft click of his lighter sounding out behind you as he settled into the couch, the smell of tobacco filling the air as he took his first puff.

“I still think you ought to try it, people might actually listen to you once you’re taller.” You teased. He leaned down, swatting you affectionately on the leg. “Well, there’s more to them than the outfits. I quite like this song in particular.”

“Why’s that?”

You tossed a coy smile over your shoulder. “It reminds me of us.”

“Really?”

You rolled over, getting up on your feet again. Your hips swayed to the rhythm as you held your hands out to Tommy. He took hold of them, allowing you to pull him up from the couch. You wrapped your arms around his neck, bobbing from side to side, getting him to dance with you. He did so, a little begrudgingly, but soon, his steps fell into the rhythm of the music, an amused smile dancing across his lips.

“Listen to the lyrics, darling.” You smiled, plucking the cigarette from his lips and taking a puff for yourself. “When I met you, I was convinced I wouldn’t cave into you.”

“In what sense?” He replied.

“Well, I knew I was done for the moment I saw you, but I wouldn’t let myself fall in love with you. That, and I wouldn’t let your Blinders take over my territory.”

“Sorry about that. Had I known a girl as lovely as you was the leader of one of my rival gangs I would have taken a kinder approach.” He chuckled, extending his arm and twirling you away from him, pulling you back in once more as the two of you stepped across the room. “But I was persistent.”

“You nearly shot me.” You laughed.

He shrugged. “Persistent. I was persistent after that too, sending you flowers everyday.”

“My office reeked of roses for three months.” You shot back, voice shaky with laughter.

“But I won you over, eventually.” He smiled, proud of himself, even now. “The territories… well, they’ve been 50/50 ever since our wedding day, so I consider that a win.”

“Oh, you won.” You conceded as he spun you around once more, making you feel giddy with joy. “You certainly defeated me.” You grinned, echoing the lyrics as the two of you turned to gaze at the TV, swaying from side to side.

“Promise to love you, forevermore!” You sang along with a cheesy dramaticness, holding your balled fist to your lips like you were performing with all your might into a microphone.

You held the invisible mic to his lips, watching as he rolled his eyes, silent as the girls on TV sang on.

“C’mon.” You laughed, nudging him.

“Knowing my fate is to be with you.” He muttered bashfully.

You cheered, pulling him close.

From that day on, whenever Waterloo came on, no matter time nor place, the two of you would dance. It was an odd choice, to everyone around you, your intimidating statures melting away at the first opening keys of the bright, cheery song. But how could you resist? It was your song, after all.

#tommy shelby fic #tommy shelby x y/n #tommy shelby fanfic #tommy shelby blurbs #tommy shelby imagines #tommy shelby #thomas shelby #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby x reader #thomas shelby x reader #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders fics #peaky blinders fic #peaky blinders imagine #bbc peaky blinders #peaky blinder fanfic #70s au #70s! peaky blinders

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m-jelly · 10 months

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Hello!!

So, I've grown obsessed with your writing, and I was hoping to make a request? Would it be at all possible to have something written around fem!YN being involved in a polygamous relationship between Erwin and Mike? I don't have anything in particular in mind for setting, I'd just love to see something written of the three. It can be SFW or NSFW, I don't mind either. I would greatly appreciate it!! 😍

Tall love

Pairing: Erwin x fem!Reader x Mike

Genre and tags: Modern AU, poly relationship, fluff, romance, protective partners.

Concept: Just some sweet moments with your two men in your sweet poly relationship.

Erwin crouched down and hummed in thought as he gazed at a ring. "What do you think?"

Mike knelt and stared at the ring. "I think she'll love it."

"I was thinking it too, but it looks expensive."

Mike smirked. "Hm, you're right. She doesn't like us spending too much on her." He tapped the glass. "This one?"

Erwin rubbed his jawline as he thought. "The colour is close to the kind of stones she doesn't like."

Mike laughed. "You're right."

Erwin gasped. "That one."

"I was just about to say."

Erwin stood up with his friend. "This one please."

Mike pulled his wallet out. "We'll go half and half."

Erwin nodded and talked to the seller and paid half then let Mike pay the other half. "Perfect."

Mike walked with Erwin. "We should get her some cakes."

"Oh, you're right." He looked around. "That bakery, she loves that one."

Mike strolled in with Erwin behind him. He chatted and talked to Erwin as people gazed in awe at the two of them due to their charm and height. Both men were like walking Greek Gods to those around them. They didn't know the hold they had on others or their interest in them because they were so focused on you.

They paid what they needed to and walked and laughed together as they went to Erwin's car. They sat together as they made plans for a holiday to book so they could have some peace from work and they could spoil you. You were their everything and they just wanted you to smile and be happy.

Mike smirked. "I've been thinking about her all day."

Erwin's cheeks burned. "Me too."

"I wonder what she's been up to."

Erwin smiled softly as he thought about all cosy at home. He was sure you'd probably cooked, cleaned and played some games. Erwin and Mike tried hard to spoil you, but you were always spoiling them with the things you did for them and how kind you were. You took great care of your boyfriends.

Mike huffed. "She's so damn cute."

Erwin pulled up and climbed out of his car. "She is." He grabbed the bags and stood in the lift with Mike. "So, this holiday."

"We should go to Greece."

"That's a good plan."

Mike pulled out the key to the door. He opened it and blushed when you came running over. "Kitten."

Erwin smiled. "Pet."

You bounced up and down. "Welcome home!" You jumped at both and giggled when they both held you. You kissed Mike and then Erwin. "I missed you both!" You jumped down and looked up at your tall lovers. "I made a yummy dinner today and I bake a tasty dessert!"

"You take such great care of us."

Mike ruffled your hair. "We have something for you."

"A few things."

You gazed at them with wide eyes. "Really? You didn't need to."

"We want to." Erwin kissed you. "We really do."

Mike picked you up making you squeal. "He's right. Let's sit you down and we'll show you."

Erwin led Mike to the sofa and sat. "We think you'll love it."

Mike sat you on your lap and Erwin put your legs over his thighs. You blushed as both men touched and massaged you. You gasped in delight as Erwin showed you a ring. You offered your hand and smiled as they slipped the ring on.

Mike kissed your neck. "You're all ours."

Erwin smiled. "He's right. We're keeping you as ours and never letting you go."

You giggled as you admired your ring. "Well, I'm more than happy to be with you both for the rest of our lies. I love you both."

"We both love you."

Mike squeezed you. "So very much."

"We got you baked treats, but you've made a dessert. We'll save these."

You pouted. "You both spoil me so much." You patted your cheeks and sighed. "I should give you both lots of kisses."

Mike smirked. "You should."

You leaned over and kissed Erwin first as Mike massaged your chest. You pushed your tongue into Erwin's mouth as he reached around and grabbed your ass roughly. You pulled back and moaned in delight. You squeaked as Mike pulled you to him and kissed you roughly.

Erwin shifted on the sofa. "I think we should show our delicious pet how much we love her, don't you?"

Mike nipped your ear. "Oh, I really do. Are you hungry for us kitten?"

Your legs shook as you felt arousal build up. "Y-Yes. I need you both."

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sapphoscompanion · 2 months

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hiii! I'm writing some things about Tsukutabe (the brainrot is real) and i need a little help choosing what to focus on... here are three snippets of future possible fics! What should i write first?

The magnet stuck to the freezer with a satisfying clack. Nomoto clapped her hands. "All done!" she beamed.

Kasuga turned to look at her and shot her a tiny smile. "Same here", she said as she folded the last of their cardboard boxes.

They'd been at it for a week: as soon as they started to put things away, it was time for bed, or, worse, for work. Nomoto was particular about the furniture arrangement, while Kasuga simply went along with her girlfriend's choices, and that usually meant reassuring Nomoto that everything was fine, and that, really, nobody would notice if one of the dishcloths hung a little lower than the others.

"But I want every detail of our new home to be perfect!" Nomoto had said, and Kasuga had simply smiled.

It didn't help that as soon as they were finished with a box, another one would pop out seemingly out of nowhere. Kasuga had almost wanted to put them away in their storage closet without even opening them, but she had endured for Nomoto's sake. She knew she would cherish her memories of them decorating their home together.

"There's still a lot of work to do, though," Nomoto mumbled, resting her hands on her hips and surveying the living room from her spot in the kitchen.

Kasuga frowned. "Don't tell there's another box..."

"Oh, no!" Nomoto apologetically waved her hands in the air. "I meant, look at all this empty space we have to fill," she explained, gesturing toward the area next to Kasuga, near the window.

For a moment they stood still, while they both realised they had very different opinions about "emptiness". Kasuga thought it was a perfectly fine way to keep your living space: it was tidy, convenient to clean, and peaceful. Nomoto thought it was sad, like there was something missing, a hole that could be filled with colours, tiny cutesy objects, and maybe even new kitchen appliances.

"Let's go buy something from the store, then," Kasuga said

"But we can leave it like that, if you like," Nomoto said at the same time.

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As the car engine shut down, Kasuga swiftly retrieved her keys, then turned to Nomoto at her left. "Are you okay? We don't have to do this if you don't want to."

Nomoto replied with a nervous chuckle, and her grip on the safety belt tightened.

"I'm serious, Nomoto-san."

As Nomoto looked Kasuga in the eye, she saw only earnestness and care. Oh, how lucky she was to have met her, she thought.

"I just don't understand how you're so calm and I'm the one sweating... it's you that's meeting my parents, after all," she managed to say.

Kasuga put a gentle hand on Nomoto's thigh. "You should know by now. I'm not calm at all."

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Sayama squealed.

Time stopped as everyone in the room turned to look at her, and she and Nomoto had to apologise several times before their coworkers resumed their hustle as usual.

Sayama scooted closer to Nomoto and whispered energetically: "You kissed?!"

"Yeah..." Nomoto mumbled, looking at her hands while she felt warmth creep up her ears and cheeks.

Sayama clapped (once, slowly and being careful not to make any noise) and cheered for her (whispering, without making sudden movements). "Ah, Nomoto-san, that's amazing!"

Nomoto nodded.

"You know, that means you're one step closer to..."

Nomoto's eyes widened as she looked up to her friend. "No! Stop, Sayama-san! Please, do not finish that sentence."

"Why?" Sayama asked, cocking her head to the side.

Nomoto sighed. "Even simply... kissing... was a great deal for both her and me. We're taking things slow, one at a time."

"Ah, I understand," Sayama nodded solemnly, "not at all like those lesbian movies you watch."

"Exactly."

Sayama rubbed her chin, and looked in the distance. "Still... have you ever desired to...?"

A tiny "eh?" was all that Nomoto managed to say. But Sayama didn't seem to realise the weight of her question.

#tsukutabe #tsukuritai onna to tabetai onna #she loves to cook and she loves to eat #thank you to anyone who would kindly help me #my brain is telling me to write all of them at the same time so...#another option would have been to choose randomly #but maybe i can get someone excited about a tsukutabe fic coming?#idk it's midnight at the moment and i'm sleep deprived.

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danganronpafan777 · 5 months

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Hi, I saw your post asking for Christmas prompts. May I suggest doing Kanade and Hibiki building a snowman with a younger sibling reader?

“Kanade! You made the head crooked!” Hibiki scolded her, to which her sister frantically apologized.

“Ah! I’m sorry!”

“But… I kinda like it crooked…” You muttered. At those words, both sisters immediately stopped, Kanade even trying to make it more crooked. You continued picking out sticks for arms, the cold air causing you to shiver, despite Hibiki’s constant insistence that you wear multiple layers.

Hibiki helped you put the arms into place, even moving them around a bit to make you laugh.

“Hey! Look at me! I’m snowman Kanade!”

Kanade seemed to giggle a bit at that, knowing Hibiki’s words held little malice. Setsuka telling her to be kinder to Kanade, especially around you, seemed to be sinking in like an early Christmas present.

Kanade picked you up, allowing you to give the snowman a smily face. Both of your sisters complimented the snowman, Kanade giving it her scarf before Hibiki starting throwing snowballs at her.

It was rare for you to be able to spend time with your sisters all alone, given their lives as idols and being very particular about the people they let watch you. With a large grin, you threw a snowball back at Hibiki.

She immediately squealed at the cold, “Oh it’s on now!!”

Kanade tried her best to shield you, but you told her to have fun too. Hesitantly, with aim rivaling one of Santa’s elves, she completely obliterated both of you, only pausing when you hid behind the snowman.

Cause just like you, she’d protect it with her life.

You and Hibiki had to team up to take Kanade down, but even then, you could tell she let you win. By the time it was all over, the three of you were soaked to the bone.

Even with your teeth chattering and hands being frozen, you couldn’t be happier. Hibiki helped you set up a fort while Kanade made you both some hot chocolate. Cuddling with your two beloved sisters, you admired the snowman once again.

Maybe you’d make him some siblings too.

#sdra2 x reader #sdra2 #kanade otonokoji #hibiki otonokoji #super danganronpa another 2 #danganronpa x reader #platonic

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Giirrrlll I just had the FILTHIEST brain rot and I'm about to throw it in your inbox so you can write it :p (jk no pressure if you dont want to, you can just squeal about it with me)

Dr Strange has a crush on you. He is laying in bed one night and, wondering if he has any chance with you, he decides to look into alternate futures. He doesnt... quite know how, but he ends up watching you two make love on your wedding night in an alternate universe. He knows it's wrong, but he can't bring himself to stop. Even as he feels his hips thrusting up against nothing; mimicking his alternate self's rutting into your pussy... God and he cant stop moaning as he wishes so desperately those sweet words falling from your lips were meant for HIM. Even if it was him in a sense. He has it so much worse for you then he thought.

So Close, Yet So Far

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Doctor Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: Facing another night alone thinking about you, Stephen decides to snoop in alternate relationships with you, only to find one that makes him want you even more.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - male masturbation, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, pet names, language/swearing, creampie, porn with minimal plot

Holy god this ask did things to me. Whoever you are who suggested this, I love you. Also I know I use this gif a lot, but can you blame me?

He had been tossing and turning for hours. He couldn't tell if he had made the best decision of his life or the worst one ever by asking you to go to that party with him tonight. He couldn't stop thinking about you. He couldn't stop thinking about how you had looked in that dress. How you felt on his arm. The one dance he shared with you. The soft fabric of your dress and the curve of your hip under his fingertips. Of course he had to put his hand over the spot where the thin string of your panties sat. Even by his standards for insomnia and frustration this was absurd. He had been half hard since he first saw the peaks of your nipples through that silk.

He knew he had a crush on you, but it was getting ridiculous how much he wanted you. He had no idea if you liked him back that way. He had asked you to go with him tonight in the hopes that getting to pretend you were his for a night would satisfy his curiosity. It had only worked to make it ten times worse.

Now he was laying in his bed desperately trying to ignore the hard on he still had, and you were in your bed across the Sanctum with no idea. He wondered if you were awake and thinking about him too. Maybe you were thinking about what it would be like to be unbuttoning his shirt. To have him slide down the straps of your dress to let it pool around your waist, perky breasts exposed. Maybe you were thinking about what it would have been like to hike up your dress and crawl into his lap. To kiss him and grind your hips down against him.

Maybe you were wet and touching yourself thinking about him fucking you stupid. Your fingers sliding through your wet pussy lips. Gathering your arousal and stroking your clit pretending your fingers were his. Stretching your tight warm pussy thinking about his cock. Would you use two or three fingers to fuck yourself?

Oh why the hell did he just do that to himself?! Why did he let himself think about that? Now his cock was so hard it ached. Maybe if he knew you were meant to be just friends he could jerk off to you one last time then put the idea out of his mind. He knew what he was about to do would break pretty much every rule of the time stone and multiverse, but at this point there wasn't enough blood left in his brain to care.

So he let his brain start moving and sifting through different images. Different outcomes. Different universes. Some in which you were friends, some you didn't even know each other, and even a couple where you were enemies. Then one universe in particular caught his attention. He let the image encompass his consciousness. What he saw made his breath catch in his chest.

The two of you were in a large elegant room with an absurdly large fluffy bed. Rose petals were scattered on the floor and candles were lit all around the room. There was champagne and strawberries. It didn't take much to figure out exactly what was happening here. Especially with you in a gorgeous white gown and the matching rings the two of you wore as you slowly danced in the middle of the room. You were married. You were Mrs. Stephen Strange, and this was your wedding night.

He watched through his own eyes as you leaned in to kiss him. Your arms looping around his neck and your body pressing firmly against his. Your tongue danced across his lower lip and he eagerly opened his mouth to let you in. Deepening the kiss. He heard your soft sensual sigh as Stephen let his fingers trail up and down your spine. He could feel the blood rushing to his groin in that universe too.

He was hypnotized by the softness of your lips. He would only stay just another minute. Just to get this out of his system, then he would come back to his own body. He was vaguely aware that his hands had started rubbing at his cock over the blankets and sheets. Pretending it was your body pressing against him. The feeling of you there and not there at the same time.

You pulled your lips a couple inches away from his. He shuddered at the loss of contact in both universes. A smirk crossing your flushed kiss swollen lips at how worked up you had him. Of course you had no idea you had two of him worked up. You took his hands in yours & started leading him to the bed. Turning him so his back was to it before snaking your arms around his waist and kissing his neck and jawline.

"Seems like you're a little eager to get your new wife into bed Doctor Strange."

You voice was dripping with sex. You started removing his jacket and tie as you spoke. Moving to the top few buttons of his shirt after his top layers were gone. He couldn't help himself; he needed to tell you how much he wanted you. He's actually not sure which of him answered, or if they both did.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to get you into bed, Mrs. Strange. Get you out of this dress. God you get me so hard when you are all dressed up."

You pushed him down by his shoulders. Sitting him down on the edge of the bed and bringing yourself to stand between his legs. He let his hands move to your hips, just where he had held you earlier that night. He felt the same tiny string of your panties under his fingertips. The feeling making him moan loudly as he lay alone in his bed. A breathy "fuck" escaping his lips.

"Well why don't you finish getting undressed while I change into something a little more see through. I had to get a little surprise for my new husband on our wedding night."

All he could do was nod. He let you free from his arms and watched you sashay toward the large bathroom. He should stop. He should leave this universe. It would be wrong to watch this. It would be like he was using you. Even if this was really happening in an alternate universe, it wasn't his universe. In his universe he was alone palming his own leaking cock being a voyeur.

He was about to separate his mind and leave his other self to enjoy what he could only dream of. He was really just about to stop, but then you came out of the bathroom and any honorable thought was forgotten. He had never moved faster to get his clothes off.

You were wearing a short white flowy babydoll nightie, the bottom completely sheer. The cups on the baby doll were non-existent, with a satin bow tied across your chest hiding your nipples. The panties you wore underneath had matching bows tied at each side. You were literally a present waiting for him to unwrap. Somehow you managed to look both angelic and pornographic at the same time.

You walked over to him as he sat there naked, eyeing him up and down licking your lips as he couldn't help but start stroking himself. His actions in his reality mimicked those of his newlywed self. His long thick cock standing proud. He didn't think he had ever been this hard before. The feeling of his hand finally wrapping tightly around his shaft making his cock head start to leak more in relief.

Once you had walked back over to him and to the bed you let your hands run through his hair. In particular you ran your hands through the gray streaks at his temples. He smiled as he kept stroking himself. He knew even in his reality that you had a soft spot for his gray streaks. One of his favorite things to do was tease you by joking that he was going to dye them, you would always tell him you would kill him if he did. Feeling your fingers finally run through them made his entire body tingle.

You trailed your hands down his bare chest and pulled his hand free from his cock. Pulling it up to your mouth to lick off the pre-cum that had dripped onto his fingers. Moaning at his taste on your tongue. His own cock dripping even more over his fist at the thought of your lips covered in him. You placed his hand at the center of your ribcage, just underneath the tails of the satin bow concealing your plush breasts. He let his index finger tease at the underside of one breast, the exposed flesh warm under his touch.

"What do you want to unwrap first Stephen? Top or bottom?"

Instead of untying anything he pulled you forward to lay you on the bed and rolled so you were underneath him. His eyes boring into your form, trying to memorize every mark and curve. Pressing his hand into your pubic mound and dragging it all the way up your body to your throat. Bringing his lips down to devour yours. His kiss frenzied with passion making you moan against his lips.

"So sexy sweetheart, I should warn you I'm not feeling very patient tonight. I want you so badly."

Your back started to arch when he started kissing and nipping down your neck. Stopping to suck a dark bruise on your clavicle. A deep rumble in his chest as he felt your soft small hand wrap around his cock. His hips starting to rut into your fist.

"Baby I'm not gonna last long right now. I need to be inside you. Need to fuck my little wife."

You smiled up at him sweetly, your eyes full of love for him. Just that look eliciting a needy groan from him back in his reality. He rolled over in his empty bed and positioned a couple pillows so he could pretend you were really laying underneath him. Whispering into one of them how bad he needed to be inside you. Completely gone in the visions of his alternate self starting to untie your lingerie. His hips fighting the urge to thrust against the pillows. He wanted to hold himself back until he was fucking you in the other reality. He wanted to pretend any friction he got was your sweet pussy.

He watched as his scarred fingers untied the bow over your breasts. Your nipples were perfect and already peaked for him. His fingers toying with one as he licked at the other. Sucking on it and swirling his tongue on it before repeating his actions with your other nipple. He knew your breasts would be perfect. He had spent a good chunk of the evening thinking about doing this exact thing. He lightly bit one of them making you groan out his name and he had to fight the urge to cum right there.

He moved on to your panties before long, he was just too excited to actually have his hands on you. Well, he didn't have his hands on you exactly, but one of him did.

Pulling slowly at the bow on one hip, letting the satin slip against itself in an easy effortless way. Making sure not to disturb the position your panties were in before moving to the other side and repeating the same quick motion. The fabric now lay just draped across your sex. Even the slightest movement would leave you bare and exposed to him.

Before he moved the fabric he took a single finger and stroked your slit over your panties. Feeling your arousal for him. Smiling in satisfaction at the dampness he felt there.

"You feel awfully wet, Mrs. Strange. Is this all for your new husband? Is this all for me?"

"All for you Stephen. My incredibly sexy husband who I want to fuck me all night long."

You cradled his face in your hand. Bringing his lips down to yours for a passionate kiss before he pulled away to watch as he pulled the fabric of your untied panties away. He swore your body was more perfect with every inch he saw. There was so much he wanted to do to you, but he knew he was running on borrowed time before he would be forced out of this reality and back to his own.

He got up on his knees and positioned himself between your legs. Staring down at your most intimate parts being offered up to him. He let himself stroke your glistening pussy long enough to gather enough of your wetness to slick himself up. Lowering himself to his forearms to slide his hard shaft through your wet lips. Both of you groaning in pleasure at the feel of each other.

Back in his bed he let his own hips start thrusting forward just enough to tease himself. His eyes squeezed shut as he pictured you below him. Picturing your eyes begging him to slide inside you. As he angled his cock to actually slip inside your dripping heat a confession of love spilling from his lips in both universes. His hips pressing forward to push him past your entrance to stretch and fill you perfectly.

You felt like heaven wrapped around his cock. He felt both rapture and torture as his real self fucked into the pillow below him that he so wished was you. He could just almost feel you. Your cunt trying to hold him inside you as his hips undulated pushing him in and out of you. He knew he looked truly desperate. Moaning, swearing, & sweating laying in his empty bed humping a pillow. In his mind though, he was in a universe where he was buried inside you. Making love to his new wife. Pulling the most incredible moans and sounds from you.

Every time his name slipped past your lips he fucked you just a little bit harder. Trying desperately to imprint the feeling of you in his mind. He couldn't help from crying out your name. He knew he should try to be quieter, that you might hear & know exactly what he was doing. He didn't care though. He needed to cum, & he needed to make you cum. He felt like his life, his sanity, depended on making you cum on his cock.

He started grinding his hips more than thrusting them. Trying to get as much friction against your clit as he could. You pulled your legs up to wrap around his waist letting him get even deeper inside you. His forehead was pressed to yours as he swallowed your whimpers with his kissses. Starting to move faster and faster as your voice got higher.

His face was smashed into one pillow. Clinging to it tight against his chest with one arm. His other hand was gripping his cock tight as hips frantically slammed into another pillow. The pre-cum dribbling from his tip soaking both the pillow and his hand. The slap of his balls against his hand creating a wet sound he pretended was coming from your pussy.

"Oh god Stephen, yes! I'm so close, baby. Don't stop fucking me, don't stop."

He loved hearing you say his name like this. He loved hearing you saying all of these things. He wanted to lavish you in filthy praise. Your cunt was starting to spasm around him and he could tell just how close to cumming you were. You felt so good and he was about ready to beg you to cum.

"Cum for me sweetheart. Cum on my cock. Fucking soak me baby."

You threw your head back and wailed his name. He could tell your toes were curling by the way all the muscles of your lower body contracted. Your cunt was squeezing his aching cock so tight he was amazed he could even move. The only thing letting him keep thrusting in and out was the arousal that drenched you both.

The headboard of his bed was now banging against the wall from the force of his hips. He was trying to squeeze his hand around his cock in time with the way your pussy was fluttering. Even though he knew it felt nowhere near as good as you would, it felt good enough that only a couple more thrusts had him emptying himself onto the sheets. Rope after rope of warm thick cum drenching the pillow and the sheets below him. He came more than he ever had in his life. Immediately jealous of himself. Of the version of himself that got to cum in your perfect pussy.

His orgasm disrupted his thinking and concentration enough to pull him free of the alternate universe. His entire consciousness slammed back into his body. The cold of the room hitting his sweaty skin and the emptiness of the bed around him only making him colder. He rolled off and away from the soiled pillow covered in a puddle of his cum, but he pulled the pillow that he held in his arms with him. He kept holding that pillow close, thinking about how it would feel to hold you in post-coital bliss. How it would be to fall asleep with you and wake up next to you.

Then he realized he had to pretend that he had never seen what he did. How was he going to face you now? Now that he had seen you, heard you, & felt you all around him. Moaning for him. He wouldn't be able to look at you without thinking about you asking him to fuck you. Without seeing you wearing his ring.

He wanted you so much more now. Now that he had a taste of what being with you was like he knew he wouldn't be able to live without getting more. He had to tell you he liked you. He could only hope that his version of you would return his feelings.

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bloatedandalone04 · 1 year

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Both of Us teaser

You were proud. Beyond proud, even.

Jack’s career was taking off fast, you barely had a second to let it all sink in. You could only imagine how he was feeling.

He laughed again and scoffed slightly. “You have, like, three bags of them at your place,” he pointed out and you turned to face him.

“But I don’t have any here,” you reply and watch as he shakes his head.

If only you had known that this would be one of your last good memories you share with him, maybe then you would have savored the moment a little bit longer.

it’s here x

#ethan scream 6 #scream 6 ethan #ethan landry imagines #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #jack champion #jack champion x reader #jack champion imagine

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amaretigris · 22 days

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Knock-down, Drag-out

Taglist: @luna2034 @mylittlemermaid221 @notagreekgal28 @hopeisrising @freyagallileaevans @daydreamerwithnohobbies @justagirlthatlovedtoread

A/n: Whoops, did I say slow burn? Couldn't stop my fingers from typing the dirty smut 😵😵🤤

WARNING: EXPLICIT

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Ch. 5 | 1.3k words | Angst & smut

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A moment of silence passed between the two of you.

"You think that'd be the wrong idea?"

Jonah asked incredulously.

"I-I honestly don't know. What I do know is that I never want to make you feel uncomfortable. I realized that maybe the night you hugged me you only did because you knew that I needed it."

Jonah let out a dry laugh, and shook his head.

"(Y/N), that hug was for me. I needed to know that you were okay. You were crying, yes, but I also hugged you because I was relieved that you weren't hurt."

Your face was twisted in confusion. Jonah leaned in, moving his face within a few inches of yours.

"I try to keep up this mask, (Y/N). I have for years. But you're cracking it."

Your heart pounded in your chest.

"I can't start something with you and not be able to give it my all. Right now, I'm running on fumes. My emotional capacity is maxed out with everything with my mom. I can't-"

Before you chickened out, you lunged forward, pressing your lips to Jonah's.

You waited for him to jump back, or to push you off. Jonah did no such thing; he kissed you back. Definitely surprised at first, but quickly setting a pace. You had never kissed anyone as passionately. It was like your mouths molded together perfectly. A few minutes passed like this, until you had to come up for air.

Licking your lips and looking at Jonah nervously, you were happy to actually see him smile. It seemed like those were rare. You spoke before he opened his mouth.

"I understand if you can't invest in anything right now. I just can't keep pretending that there's nothing between us. I think I'll go insane," you laughed.

Jonah nodded.

"Alright, fair enough," he laughed.

"Will you be okay with still only seeing each other on the weekends though? That's all I have the bandwidth for currently," Jonah studied your face.

You nodded.

"Yeah, me too actually. Work has taken over my life lately," you sighed.

"Okay. Well, I should let you get home. Good night, (Y/N)," Jonah nodded, clapping his hands awkwardly on the window sill of your car.

Jonah started to pull back.

"Ahh, fuck it," he whispered, pushing his lips to yours again.

This kiss only lasted a minute before Jonah reluctantly pulled away. He smirked.

"Mm, I'll be thinking about that all week," he flashed his dimples.

You blushed and bit your lip.

"Good night for real," Jonah pulled back.

"I'll see you next Saturday," he winked.

Jonah walked to his car, and you rolled your window up. Your heart was racing. You steadied your breath as you shifted your car into drive. On the way home, you squealed in excitement.

It wasn't much. Jonah told you that he couldn't commit to anything right now. But damn did it feel good to know that you weren't insane, and that he actually felt something for you, too. It made you giddy. Wishing for sleep much sooner than it came, you dreamt of kissing Jonah all night.

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The next three Saturday nights were much of the same, but built in intensity each time. Jonah would walk you to your car for a quick, steamy makeout session. You were always left wanting more. You knew that you were ready to take the next step, but you needed to be patient. Surely Jonah has women throwing themselves at him constantly. He can't exactly be easy to get in bed.

On this particular Saturday night, while you were in your car, pushed up against your driver side window with Jonah kissing down your neck, Jonah surprised you.

"I know that you deserve better than getting fucked in a car, but would you be open to try it?"

You picked your head up, nodding almost frantically.

Jonah ducked his head to your chest, laughing.

"Damn," he groaned.

"I don't know if I should defile you like that."

You put your hands on his cheeks and lifted his head.

"We don't have to tonight if you don't want to. You can think about it. You should know, however, that I'm not wearing any underwear," you teased, ghosting your lips over his at your last sentence.

Something shifted in Jonah's eyes. They looked darker now, even in the poor lighting of your car.

"Can I feel?"

Jonah's question made you giggle.

"Yes," you grabbed his hand and put it at your waistband, "you can feel."

You unbuttoned and unzipped your uniform pants. You saw Jonah's throat bob with a swallow, and then he looked down. He could only see a sliver of ivory skin peeking out from your open pants. Letting his hand drag down your lower stomach, Jonah's eyes met yours again when he dipped his fingers below the fabric. Settling on your entrance, Jonah took another breath, and dipped a finger into your folds.

You groaned and threw your head back. Jonah's fingers adeptly worked to set a rhythm. While you were moaning and whimpering, Jonah was watching your face. His fingers brushed against your sweet spot, and your back arched.

"Oh, there it is," Jonah's voice sounded like honey.

Jonah focused his efforts here, making your volume increase. Keeping his fingers in place, Jonah leaned in to whisper in your ear.

"Keep it down, baby girl. We don't want everyone here to know that you're getting finger fucked."

That sentence alone made you clench around Jonah's fingers. He felt it, and gasped.

"Climb into the back seat. Please."

Jonah withdrew his delicious fingers and you opened your eyes, your vision clouded with lust. You awkwardly squirmed to get yourself into the backseat, pulling your pants down, and kicking them off while Jonah was on his way. Jonah only noticed when he was climbing on top of you.

"Fuck, (Y/N). You have no idea what you do to me," he groaned.

Pushing down his sweatpants and boxers, you saw his member spring free. Your mouth watered at the sight of it.

"I'm going to take you, (Y/N). I'm going to take that greedy little cunt of yours. I promise to fuck you the right way, in my bed, someday. But for now, I just need to feel you," Jonah shoved a hand through his hair.

He pulled his hoodie and shirt over his head before helping you to unbutton your shirt. Seeing that your bra's clasp was in the front, Jonah urgently unclipped it. He palmed your breast with one hand as the other lined his dick up at your sopping entrance. Jonah looked at you, and you nodded. That was all the encouragement he needed.

Pushing himself into your folds, Jonah groaned.

"Ah, shit. You feel even better than I imagined, (Y/N)."

You settled your hands on Jonah's hips, and lifted your head to see where the two of you were connected. The sight increased your arousal exponentially.

Jonah stroked in and out of your sex, pushing deeper each time. You moaned, urging Jonah on.

"Fuck me harder, Jonah. Please."

"God, you're so good. It feels like you were made for me."

Jonah's face contorted in pleasure was hands down one of the most beautiful and erotic things you'd ever seen. You tried to commit it to memory. Feeling your walls flutter around him, Jonah couldn't help himself. Leaning down to invade your mouth with his tongue, his thrusts only got deeper. Moaning into the kiss, you grabbed onto Jonah's shoulders. Your peak was quickly approaching, and you knew it was a big one.

"Jonah, I'm- I'm"

Was all you managed to mutter against his mouth before your climax hit you hard and fast. An explosion of pleasure rolled through your body. Jonah swallowed your moans, and that was enough to send him spiraling off his own edge. You felt his hips stutter, and his release quickly filled you. Lying in the tight but content space, you wrapped your arms around Jonah's back. You wanted to keep him in this warm cocoon forever.

#the little mermaid 2023 #jonah hauer king #prince eric #jonah hauer king x reader #jonah hauer king x y/n #jonah hauer king imagine #jonah hauer king fanfiction #jonah hauer king smut #jonah hauer king x fem reader #jonah hauer king x you #my stuff

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writing-yarn-goblin · 7 months

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I’m here to post shit and have fun!

In honor of Halloween! Here’s some stories to have fun with!

Anime: One Piece

Character: Sanji Vinsmoke

Monster: Vampire

Warnings: Blood, suggestive themes, Sanji’s killer looks.

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Vampire

Baratie was only opened at night.

The vibe and jive of the place were always phenomenal and the food was just as divine. It’s been serving meals and games for as long as the city was constructed.

Sanji would often oversee the dinner service at Baratie. His eyes would focus on the smiles and tug of the lips as people tried the food and enjoyed the drinks until 11PM.

The restaurant would take a brief pause in order to empty the patrons with ‘Goodbye’s and ‘Please come agains’.

After 12 AM, midnight: the guest who would come in would be a little more…special.

The lights and ambiance would change according to his clientele. The furniture would shift and the waiters would be able to offer more things that were off the menu.

Such as exotic meats, rare spirits and your choice of blood types.

Pure, from the source and voluntarily given blood.

The restaurant that he worked so hard to maintaining and hold up the caliber he and his adoptive father created: was now a nightclub for the undead, the lurkers and form-changers.

There were three rules in his establishment:

No fighting.

No gambling.

No humans that did not consent to be there.

He enforced the last one aggressively. Kicked and banned many before just for breaking this particular rule. He was once human and he knew how cruel the world could be, violating his right to exist.

As a vampire he would make sure that humans under his care would be safe.

“Sanji?” He heard someone say his name so sweetly.

His ears picked up on the softness of her voice. Corners of his mouth tugged upwards, fangs poking slightly from his lips as he turned around to his private room.

There she was.

The object of his affections.

“Mon Ange…you should be resting.”

“I know but…I want to feel you in my arms again, Mr. Vinsmoke.”

“How can I deny such a request? Especially when Mon bébe looks so exquisite in pearls and vermillion silk?”

She felt the chill run down her spine when he shifted towards her. Nose against her throat and arms wrapping her legs around his waist.

The squeal of delight heard when he gently pressed his lips against her throat, near her jugular, was tempting him to sink his teeth in. Drink from her just to hear the sweet moans and feel her become more needy for him.

Hoping she could scratch the itch as he feasted upon her a little and just really showed her how much he really loved her company.

“W-We have a meeting with- Ah~ t-the investors in an hour.”

“Plenty of time, Mon Amour. Let me hear those pretty lips as they sing me your symphony.”

And she did.

Every time he bit her and every time he touched her she sang for him.

It was just another night at Baratie.

#sanji vinsmoke #x reader #onepiece #vampire #monster #fem reader #reader insert

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jozor-johai · 4 months

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Revisting the Rat Cook, Part 7: A dead Hound and a "drowned rat"

If you're only interested in Sandor and Arya, you can read this part alone, although my arguments are built on the analysis of rats and dogs as symbols that I laid out in the last part, so it works better reading that part first. In a way, this is a second part to that post.

As always the meaning is more complete in the context of the series. In Part 5, I laid out my analysis for "rats" as a symbol in the context of a power hierarchy in ASOIAF, and you can find links to the rest of the series here.

A dead Hound and a drowned rat

While his dog brother, Ser Gregor, spent ACOK hunting down the ratlike Brotherhood Without Banners, Sandor Clegane spends ASOS hunting down one rat in particular, and through the entire last post I’ve been avoiding this very notable instance of a “dog” hunting a “rat” in order to give it special attention now.

Sandor Clegane’s status as “dog,” at least in the beginning of his story, is indisputable. As mentioned, Sandor is dripping with dog imagery throughout the story, from his “hideous dog’s-head helm” to his three-dog sigil.

The rat in question, like the Hound, has an equally apt nickname.

Consider the metaphoric imagery of rats being associated with the smallfolk who are trampled on by the great Lords, as well as when rats are literally in danger of being trod upon by Jon in ADWD Jon IV:

Careful of the rats, my lord." Dolorous Edd led Jon down the steps, a lantern in one hand. "They make an awful squeal if you step on them.

or Jaime in AFFC Jaime III:

As Jaime entered, he almost trod upon a rat.

Put another way, given an instance where this extended metaphor describes “rats” of the world as continually underfoot, then it would be incredibly consistent if the imagery of being rat-like was continually applied to a character whose nickname is literally Arya Underfoot.

In fact, Arya is frequently compared to a rat throughout the first three books. I have been saving nearly all of these Arya quotes for this part, but bear in mind that nearly all instances of her being a “rat” corroborate our earlier interpretations—she is called a rat when she is mistaken for the powerless smallfolk, when she is starving, and when she feels utterly without agency.

In Harrenhal, Arya even leverages her position of non-power in order to revolt, as with the “weasel soup,” itself a callback to the Rat Cook story, where vengeance is brought from the kitchens to be wrought upon the rulers. Not only that, but throughout her story she shares the Rat Cook’s lust for vengeance, praying every night since ACOK Arya VI for the chance to kill those who have wronged her.

In AGOT Eddard III, Renly names Arya not only a rat, but a rat who takes on an Andal Prince, keeping with our Rat Cook narrative:

“Perchance later you'll tell me how a nine-year-old girl the size of a wet rat managed to disarm you with a broom handle and throw your sword in the river.”

In discussing the smallfolk’s status as rat, we already looked at this quote from AGOT Arya III, where the guards of the Red Keep liken Arya both to the smallfolk of King’s Landing and to rats, one and the same:

Boy, how did you come here? You have no business in this part of the castle." "You can't keep this sort out," one of the red cloaks said. "Like trying to keep out rats.

By AGOT Arya V, after she flees the Red Keep, Arya has integrated herself into the world of the smallfolk nearly completely, making her a gutter rat:

"You be keepin' your filthy hands off. The gold cloaks know how to deal with thieving little gutter rats, that they do."

As a “gutter rat,” the image of Arya as a “wet rat” remains, only now, perhaps, permanently wet from living in the gutter. Since the gutter is the entry path to the sewers, the epithet also parallels Daenerys' forces of freedmen, who she calls “sewer rats” when they take Meereen.

Arya remains a “gutter rat” into ACOK, beginning with Arya I:

"Where's a gutter rat like Lumpyhead get him a sword?"

This title is reiterated again in her next chapter, ACOK Arya II:

The Bull scowled at her. "Why should she want you? You're nothing but a little gutter rat!"

Again here, consistent with the symbolic associations, Arya’s status as “rat” means that she is someone wholly unworthy of attention or fear.

Even more interesting, in the context of her new companions, is how consistently the symbols from the “Rat Cook” story appear in Arya’s journey throughout ACOK.

Arya’s entire story through the second and third books contains the main characters of the Rat Cook story, rearranged: Arya herself is the “rat," and she is accompanied by a boy named Hot Pie, as well as Gendry, who is an (illegitimate) Andal Prince.

Gendry, the Andal Prince of the “Rat Cook” analogy, is also named a “Bull,” a role which has sacrificial connotations that have been pointed out by many others, and so I will not reiterate here. That sacrificial undertone takes on even more damning qualities in the context of the "Rat Cook" story, though—that “prince” ended up dying a the hands of the Rat Cook, sacrificed as a proxy for his father so the cook could take out his vengeance against the King. Gendry’s constant proximity to these “rat” and “pie” characters make it feel like his death is haunting him from the moment he leaves King’s Landing.

Since we have already established the Brotherhood as rat-like characters themselves, Gendry leaving Arya’s company for theirs simply means that the "prince" changes hands from one “rat” to another group of “rats." Given the prince's ultimate fate in the “Rat Cook” story, these symbolic associations only reinforce the idea that this “Bull” might end up becoming a metaphoric, sacrificial, steak pie.

Once Arya and Gendry part ways, Sandor does as dogs do and catches this “gutter rat.” Yet, contrary to every appearance of the metaphor in ASOIAF, Sandor does not kill Arya “as a dog would kill a rat.” Rather than make this metaphor inconsistent, however, their relationship raises a different question: is Sandor really still a dog, once he has no master?

In ACOK Tyrion XIII, Sandor disobeys for the first time—and in that moment, doffs the helm of “the Hound”:

"Who commands here? You're going out." "No." A shadow detached itself from the shadow of the wall, to become a tall man in dark grey armor. Sandor Clegane wrenched off his helm with both hands and let it fall to the ground. The steel was scorched and dented, the left ear of the snarling hound sheared off. A gash above one eye had sent a wash of blood down across the Hound's old burn scars, masking half his face. "Yes." Tyrion faced him.

We have earlier established how important obedience is to the "dog" metaphor, and here Sandor literally removes his “dog” imagery as he begins to separate himself from his “dog” status; the act of disobedience and the removal of the “Hound” helm are one and the same. The helm itself has even been abused to symbolize the Hound’s abuse here: perfectly matching Sandor himself, the steel of the helm is “scorched and dented”, with one ear entirely missing.

If the helm was not enough, Sandor sheds a second layer of his identity as he is born anew in the Brotherhood’s cave. The Brotherhood accuse the Hound of all the crimes which the Lannister’s other “dogs” have committed, seeing the Hound, in his doghood, as an extension of the Lannister’s force when naming the Hound’s victims in ASOS Arya VI:

"People," said Lord Beric. "People great and small, young and old. Good people and bad people, who died on the points of Lannister spears or saw their bellies opened by Lannister swords." "It wasn't my sword in their bellies. Any man who says it was is a bloody liar." "You serve the Lannisters of Casterly Rock," said Thoros.

In truth, their complaints are misplaced, at least at an individual level, as Sandor no longer serves the Lannisters, no more than he is their “dog” any longer. He, perhaps rightfully, names himself innocent, but the Brotherhood, agents of these people, say that the Cleganes are inherently guilty—while also drawing attention to the “dogs” on his arms:

"I was not at Sherrer, nor the Mummer's Ford," the Hound told him. "Lay your dead children at some other door." Thoros answered him. "Do you deny that House Clegane was built upon dead children? I saw them lay Prince Aegon and Princess Rhaenys before the Iron Throne. By rights your arms should bear two bloody infants in place of those ugly dogs." The Hound's mouth twitched. "Do you take me for my brother? Is being born Clegane a crime?"

From the perspective of these so-called “rats,” these “dogs” are culpable enough for their attachment to their master, the Lannisters, by way of how they both obediently enact and also benefit from the brutality which earned them that preferred status.

Beric tests Sandor's innocence in the eyes of R’hllor—whose domain is fire, and whose “judgment,” therefore, might be interpreted by the behavior of fire in the scene. Sandor, as he says, is innocent of the crimes that the Brotherhood lay at his feet (if not the murder of Micah, which Arya confronts him with). Appropriately, given that innocence, Sandor Clegane emerges from the fight alive… but not wholly.

Though Sandor is innocent, the Brotherhood is also right that House Clegane was “built upon dead children,” and that the actions of “the Hound,” as a Clegane and a Lannister dog, are tied to the actions of his masters, whose will he was carrying out. He may not have literally done those crimes, but as a dog, he was no different.

Appropriately given that guilt, the fire claims Sandor’s dog-sigil shield, symbolically killing Sandor’s last ties to that house and the Lannisters:

"His shield is afire," Gendry said in a hushed voice. Arya saw it in the same instant. The flames had spread across the chipped yellow paint, and the three black dogs were engulfed.

As with his rebirth in fire at Battle of the Blackwater, Sandor survives this trial by combat, while the Hound, and House Clegane, burns away.

Arya, like the Brotherhood, wrongfully believes that Sandor has remained a dog, as she thinks in ASOS Arya IX:

It has to be the Blackwater, Arya decided as she watched the rain lash the river. The Hound was Joffrey's dog; he was taking her back to the Red Keep, to hand to Joffrey and the queen.

Arya's mistake reveals how much Sandor has shed his role as “dog.” If Sandor were still a dog, then, as Arya points out, his hunt for her would be to return her to his master, like a good dog would do, like the dogs the Brotherhood hides from. Instead, though, Sandor, only tenuously still “the Hound,” has hunted her for his own reasons, to ransom her for his own gain, because he is becoming his own man.

His own dog, perhaps, in his own words from ASOS Arya IX:

"If I'd had any wine, I'd have drunk it myself," the Hound told him. "I can give you water, and the gift of mercy." The archer looked at him a long while before he said, "You're Joffrey's dog." "My own dog now. Do you want the water?"

Like the Unsullied, Sandor becomes his own master. The Unsullied went on to kill their their former masters in Astapor, and interestingly, Arya herself unknowingly wishes for that exact thing earlier, in ASOS Arya III:

"I wish I had a good mean dog," said Arya wistfully. "A lion-killing dog."

Arya wishes for a dog who might kill lions. Whether or not the Hound will actually kill Lannisters, we see Sandor go on to kill “lions,” in the sense that the smallfolk mean it, when he turns on his brother’s men at the end of ASOS. In Sandor, as with the Unsullied, “doghood” is mutable.

Like Theon-Reek-Theon, whose new identity is reborn as the previous one dies, Sandor is born anew even as “the Hound” dies, as is reported by Elder Brother in AFFC Brienne VI:

The Hound died there, in my arms.

Brienne mistakes the meaning here, and also makes an interesting observation about the Hound’s role, confirming our understanding thus far:

Destriers were trained to kick and bite. In war they were a weapon, like the men who rode them. Like the Hound. "It is true, then," she said dully. "Sandor Clegane is dead." "He is at rest." The Elder Brother paused.

Brienne makes the astute observation that as a "dog," the Hound himself is a weapon, “trained to kick and bite” (though not the hand that feeds him). As for Sandor Clegane, it's possible that Elder Brother’s words here are actually a correction: Sandor is not dead, Sandor Clegane is finally “at rest,” finally escaping the world in which he was required to bite, finally able to separate himself from the role of “dog” as fully as he removed his helm after the Blackwater.

Considering that the Hound loses his dog’s head helm, his dog-sigil shield, and with it, his status as “the Hound” as he turns traitor to his former liege lord, and considering that this former “dog,” having found the “rat” he was searching for, begins to care for her rather than kill her, then the difference between being a “dog” and a “rat” may not be so different from the perspective of the dogs, either, regardless of what the Hound might have said to Sansa in ACOK.

The nature of Brienne’s search for the Hound in AFFC reveals the truth of this separation between the individual and the role they play in the hierarchy. Her destination was not Sandor, but a different “Hound” altogether. Because, however, what is dead may never die, the eternal role of “the Hound” is one which others are all too willing to take up in his stead.

As for the fate of “the Hound,” we see how this mutable nature works in the reverse, too. The latest owner of the dogs-head helm is Lem Lemoncloak, who Thoros had named a “rat” by proxy, and though we get to see little of it, Lem, appears to be a rat who has just become a “dog”—perhaps Stoneheart’s dog.

Returning to Arya, though, she transforms again after being “caught” by Sandor. Rather than remain a “gutter rat,” she is a drowned rat in ASOS Arya X:

She looked more like a drowned rat than a lord's cupbearer these days. A drowned boy rat.

Like the Rat Cook, Arya once served a lord but has become a rat. Arya’s changing states within her rathood is consistent with our understanding of how rat-status is a mutable condition, an understanding deriving both from the “Rat Cook” story itself, in which a cook becomes a rat, but also from the example of Reek, who was a man, then a rat, then a dog, then a “Prince” in Winterfell.

Arya's rathood so far follows a linear progression towards this destination. She began as a “wet rat,” besting princes in rivers, later a “gutter rat," awash in the filthy water of the city—now, as she leaves Westeros, she is fully submerged: a “drowned rat."

Like with our other “rat” Reek, once Ironborn and returned as a “ghost,” calling Arya drowned evokes the Drowned God, and therefore one phrase in particular: what is dead may never die, but rises again harder and stronger.

As with Reek, Arya’s “drowned” state is literal death than a loss of self—one which becomes even more complete as she joins the Faceless Men. Like Stannis’ siege and other instances of the “rat,” the “rat” symbolism in Arya’s story is a rejection of death, and a vow to cling to life, or to come back.

Over the course of ADWD, I mentioned earlier how we see Reek regain that personhood again, slowly becoming Theon once more, a long story made short in his chapter titles: Reek, Reek, Reek, The Prince of Winterfell, The Turncloak, A Ghost in Winterfell, Theon.

Arya’s POV chapter titles follow a parallel trajectory, beginning with AFFC: Arya, Arya, Cat of the Canals, The Blind Girl, The Ugly Little Girl. From AGOT to ASOS she was a wet rat, gutter rat, then a drowned rat. Once “drowned”, she had her name, then a different name, then no name at all.

Since her visit to the Faceless Men and subsequent loss of identity comes after her status as a “drowned rat,” we might expect that although “Arya” is dead, she will also “never die,” and instead return—an idea corroborated by Theon’s example as well. Like the Rat Cook, Arya may also return searching for vengeance, but, as Old Nan says, “a man has a right to vengeance.”

Considering everything discussed in the last part about dogs, rats, slaves, and masters, it is also interesting that this particular “rat,” Arya, would end up in an organization that began in slavery, as told in AFFC Arya II:

“We have flowered in Braavos amongst these northern fogs, but we first took root in Valyria, amongst the wretched slaves who toiled in the deep mines beneath the Fourteen Flames that lit the Freehold's nights of old.”

Consistent with the themes present in the “Rat Cook” story, the strength of the Faceless Men challenges the expected origin and hierarchy of power. Like the “rat,” as discussed in part five, The Faceless Men draw their agency from the fact that they are unknowable and unnoticeable, even from their beginnings in Valyria without agency and without even full personhood when they were wholly overlooked at the very heart of civilization.

The Kindly Man's version of this story, though, focuses on a different subject, following the same structure as the “Rat Cook” story. In the telling of the Rat Cook, the fate of the Andal King is never revealed—Bran recalls nothing of whether the King learned the fate of his son nor the repercussions of the Rat Cook’s vengeance. Instead, the story continues with the fate of the cook and his transformation. Similarly, the origin story of the Faceless Men follows the fate of the slave, not the slavers:

"The slaves were not crying out to a hundred different gods, as it seemed, but to one god with a hundred different faces . . . and he was that god's instrument. That very night he chose the most wretched of the slaves, the one who had prayed most earnestly for release, and freed him from his bondage. The first gift had been given." Arya drew back from him. "He killed the slave?" That did not sound right. "He should have killed the masters!" "He would bring the gift to them as well . . . but that is a tale for another day, one best shared with no one."

Arya’s reaction, and her conviction that the slave should use their teeth against the masters, echoes not only the vengeance of the Rat Cook but also Dany’s story in particular. Dany, at least, seems to want to act out Arya's wish as she turns legions of slaves against their former masters, just as the Rat Cook turned against his own, as Sandor turned against his own, too.

Given the nature of Arya’s “drowned” state, the apparent “death” of the Hound, and Theon’s rebirth from Reek, it’s also interesting how this story begins with the presumed death of a slave in the mountains of Valyria as a precursor to the deaths of the masters. Although the nature of the Faceless Men as an assassin guild implies that this may have been a literal death, the exact words used were only that the slave was “freed from his bondage.”

Given that “the Hound’s” death was not the death of Sandor, who instead became specifically “at rest,” and given that though Arya is losing her face and believed dead, there is still a girl in Braavos who dreams of Arya Stark’s wolf, it’s also possible that in some way, this first "death" at the hands of the Faceless Men was somehow a death of self and an induction into the leagues of the non-people, no-one’s, which make up the Faceless Men.

Of course, in a way, the highborn already consider the smallfolk and slaves to be unnamed non-people. The smallfolk in Westeros are literally unnamed, having only a first name and no family name; all of these institutions, and Reek as well, who must remember his name, tie names to roles and identities, and these identities to strata on the hierarchy of power. The Faceless Men ignore and transcend this hierarchy altogether, choosing to have no name at all. To overcome the limits of that status, sometimes an entire rebirth is necessary—perhaps like the rebirth from a man into a rat, large as a sow.

I don’t believe we have enough information to appreciate the full significance of that first act of the first Faceless Man. However, I can say that Reek, Theon, Sandor, and “drowned rat” Arya have taught us that what is dead may never die, but rises again, harder and stronger, and just as a rat may be raised up to become a dog, a defeated dog may be reborn a vengeful rat.

Concluding my thoughts on dogs and rats from this part and the last, a man made into a dog may hunt rats in exchange for bones, but it's easier for a dog to become one of the rats than it is for him to be raised up onto the high bench. Perhaps, no longer wishing to be a Hound, a man might finally find peace. If peace is not an option, however, and should the dogs and the rats begin to fight together, realizing, as Tyrion begins to, that a collar is a collar whatever the material, then the lords and masters of the realm should begin to fear for their vengeance.

In the next part, I'll return to a more tight focus on the "Rat Cook" story, this time talking about the various "rats" in the walls of the Red Keep, including Littlefinger's understanding of these power dynamics and Tyrion's transition from fearing rats to becoming one.

#asoiaf #asoiaf meta #asoiaf analysis #rtrc #jozor thoughts

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