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yuyan · 5 months

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To my darling

A/n: Merry Christmas and have a happy new year! I hope you enjoy it @pavo-ocell-me! This was a very fun event that I loved taking part in @2023gisecretsanta

Pairing: Lyney x gn!reader

Tags: Pure fluff! Modern au, implied school/college setting, penpals, pre-established relationship, reader is learning French, where reader lives doesn't have snow, one curse word just one ^^

"Take intermediate French they said. You'll be fine they said," you muttered to no one in particular as you read the Google translation over and over again. "My French teacher is going to kill me."

You rubbed your eyes, peeking out of makeshift pillow your arms made. Standing tall at the front of the class with a booming voice was your French teacher. She held a small, clear glass jar with folded bits of paper inside in one hand while placing a stack of letters on her lectern with her other.

"Speaking with natives is an excellent and necessary way to develop your language skills (unlike this soon to be 30 minute speech) so due to the cancellation of the exchange program for this year and the long dragged on meeting, we have decided to give you all pen pals!" she announced. Her arms held a wide stance, awaiting for something you were unaware of.

Some whispers and small squeals echoed through the lecture hall. Others groaned and put their head on the desk, waiting for celestia, perhaps even an archon to take them. You did neither.

"I wish I could turn back time," you sighed. After contemplating for an hour whether your teacher would ever find out that you used Google translate to write half your letter or not, you started handwriting it on a stack of fancy paper you really shouldn't have been able to afford. "Shell never know. It's not like he can tell her anyways."

As you dragged your pen along the piece of paper, you remembered the speech about how necessary this was, the small piece of paper you pulled out of the bag and the letter that came with it. With a small smile playing on your lips, you signed off and stuck the small paper that read "lyney" just below your name with a paper rainbow rose you made yourself. It had its imperfections but it's similarity to the fresh ones he sent you left you content.

"Oh my god why did he reply so fast?" you asked yourself. Not even 3 days later and you received another letter from lyney. You traced the grooves of the red wax seal made you shiver. He wouldn't ever know you used google translate right? With pursed lips, you opened it. Perfume immediately muddled your senses as you opened up the envelope. Your peers hadn't even sent their first letter, let alone receive their second.

As you skimmed over the letter, you took down some notes like where he's from–which was so uncessary–what he likes to do and some of his contact details. You hummed, giving yourself imaginary pats on the back for reading a whole three sentences before typing the other two paragraphs into Google translate. You really needed to switch classes, desperately.

It was only then you spotted that a sentence in french came out the same in the translation. "You really shouldn't be using Google translate for these letters," written at the very bottom. Well fuck.

"You are friends with your penpal? Well that's lovely (name)," your French teacher clapped with bright sparkles in her eyes. It blinded you for a second and you had to look away before you lost the ability to see forever.

Instagram

(potato_name):lyney sent a reel.

(potato_name):lyney sent a picture.

(potato_name):lyney sent you a mes...

I didn't use Google translate for this one. Are you proud of me? You wrote at the bottom before slipping the letter into its envelope and sealing it with the new wax stamp set you bought recently.

You rushed back home. You winced at the clatter of your laptop in your bag hitting the floor, deciding it was a problem for future you. Ripping open the envelope and skimming through the letter, you read at the very bottom 'I am proud of anything you do, mon Cheri."

A smile broke out onto your lips as you neatly kept it away in a small box your mother got you from Fontaine when you were little. The small box was made of white marble with gold outlining its edges and gathering in a few swirls in the middle where the golden clasp rested.

The Sun shone brightly despite it being the middle of December. Rays of Sunlight squeezed through your closed curtains and you wondered if it was snowing in Fontaine right now. Did Lyney like playing in the snow?

Letters became less and less frequent as your peers lost motivation in writing long drawn out of paragraphs with nothing but small talk. A year and a half had passed yet your teacher held a strong morale despite the head of languages not enforcing this penpals program anymore. Even they must have gotten tired of the back and forth.

A few days until Christmas holidays. Opening your phone, you checked to see if lyney had texted you anything. Nothing...

Your eyes kept glossing over your texts from Friday 11am. Its been a week. Pictures of him and his two siblings who added you back on Instagram. Even Lynette had texted you today, showing some new tea she bought from inazuma last week.

Lynette

My brother has been writing non-stop for the past few days. Are you guys still doing the penpals thing?

You

No, maybe he is writing to someone else?

Your stomach dropped as you reread your message. "Writing to someone else...I need fresh air." You took your phone and wallet and headed out the door.

"Where are you going?" your roomate called out but you were already heading to the lift. You ran your fingers through your hair, pushing it out of your face with a sigh. It shouldn't matter. It shouldn't matter but this is the fifth time you've checked your phone this morning and its been a week with only a read tag.

"I seriously need to ban myself from my phone."

Lynette

Oh...nevermind. I'll ask him then.

Sent Friday 10 : 39am

"The christmas carnival was so much funner this year," your friend said, laughing. Then one hiccup escaped from her mouth. And then another one. Until you and your other friend bursted out laughing. "Not funny!"

"Yeah yeah. I still can't believe (Name) won that plushie from that shooting stall," your other friend said. He tossed another chip in his mouth, after finally calming down from his laughter.

"I'm surprised too. Those games are typically so rigged, I mean did you see the look on the owner's face though?" you said.

Holding up the little classic brown teddy bear, you admired it at all angles. Its red bow had a little bell hanging from the centre, jingling as you walked.

Its silly smile matched yours and then you noticed it. The small teddy's bowtie resembled the one Lyney wore in one of the pictures he sent. And the small envelope the size of your palm that the teddy held was a real one made of paper.

"(Name)? Whats wrong?"

"Nothing! I just realised my parents wanted me back at 10 and well its 11 so I have to go," you said with a bright smile, "Bye!"

"You live in a dorm though?" your friend countered, "(Name)!" But you were already walking out of the festival gates.

Picking out the small envelope, you brushed your thumb over the grooves of the wax seal. The same wax seal that you used for the last letter you sent. Did he really get the same stamp?

A mini rainbow rose fell out. The vibrant colours provided a stark contrast to the humid summer night. One letter. Five words. I love you, Mon cheri.

Your eyes widened and you nearly dropped the letter, fumbling with it for a bit. Taking in the cool nighttime breeze, you looked up only to see the person you hadn't talk to in a week standing only a few metres away from you.

Lyney held a bouquet of vibrant rainbow roses in one hand and the other behind his back.

"How are you..?" You took as step back, your gaze falling to the floor then back up at him again.

"I told you I'm a magician in one of my letters didn't I?" Lyney started, "I would appear anywhere if it was to be with you."

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hunnythebee · 1 year

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Stow Away

Chapter 13: Villas of Theed

Jo had learned to expect the unexpected when it came to her Mandalorian, but even still he caught her offguard. The night's not over yet, and he still has more surprises in store.

3.5k words - third person - female original character - explicit

Chapter 12 | Chapter 14 | Masterlist

Tags: Din Djarin x OC, Mandalorian x OC, love, confessions, mask FINALLY comes off, kissing, Din being a sweetheart, festival of lights, naboo, theed, fluff, domestic life

Warnings and Fic below cut

Warnings; Smut, Oral F receiving, PiV, unprotected, creamp!e, overstimulation if you squint, f!ngering

Hello everyone. I don't even know where to begin... my life spun out into chaos in the last couple weeks and I truly wasn't able to write a single word for a long time... but now I am back! I was inspired and finally picked up my laptop and finished this chapter. I can't guarantee that I will have the next chapter ready by next week, but know that I am still writing and this fic is far from abandoned. I do have some other fics in the works as well that I want to put a little more effort into but I want to tie this one up first before really getting into anything else. Thank you for your patience, and I look forward to writing for you all some more.

Jo couldn’t believe her eyes. There he was. The face of the man whom she had loved for so long. He was even more handsome than anything she could have ever imagined. Her gaze fell from his eyes, trailing down along his slightly hooked nose to his lightly bearded mouth that was displaying the most attractive crooked smile. She followed along his strong jaw and back up to meet his eyes, that still burned with a ferocity that made her flutter. His gaze dropped from her eyes to her lips and his tongue darted out to wet his lower lip and his stare found her eyes once again.

“I– You– What–” She stammered. Her heart was racing and she couldn’t take her eyes off of him.

Din took her hand in his and cupped her cheek with the other. “I have loved you since I first laid eyes on you. You are the one I dream of at night. If I close my eyes, you are what I see. When I thought I had lost you forever I became a shell of a man. I lost my way in every sense. And when I thought you were dead I was shattered… but somehow… somehow you came back to me. I have my strength back because of you, and I never want to lose you again…”

“I- I love you too, Din Djarin. I don’t know when it happened, but I fell for you. I thought of you every day we were apart.” She answered with tears in her eyes. Din pulled her in for a long awaited kiss. When their lips touched, it was as if the whole galaxy stood still. She threw her arms around his neck and he held her tight by her waist. Jo felt him smiling against her mouth, causing her to smile in return. Their world melted and blended together into a blur of lights and the sensation of one another. She broke away from the kiss and he tried to chase after her, but she stopped him with a single finger pressed gently to his lips. “Wait… please. I want… I want to see you. Really see you. Please?” Jo begged, her eyes pleading with him.

“Anything for you cyar’ika.” Din smiled and reached out, running his knuckle along her cheek and up into her hair. He twisted one of her braids in his fingers, fixated on every minute detail of her. The attention he was paying her would have made her nervous had it been anyone else, but this was Din. This was her mandalorian. Jo sat back and took in the image of him. She memorized the curvature of his jaw and every line on his face that would deepen when he smiled. Jo brought a hand up to touch his cheek and the moment her skin made contact he melted. She watched in awe as he relaxed into her palm, the softest smile on his lips. Jo leaned in once more for another kiss.

Their lips met with a fervor. There was no more timidness, nor shyness left to be had. All that was left was the raw unbridled love and passion for one another. A chill ran down her whole body. A warmth that was all too familiar spread throughout her. She wanted to kiss him like this for hours, but that was not going to happen here. The curtain was drawn back slowly by the protocol droid from before. He was spouting a pre-programmed spiel of how he hoped they enjoyed the show and to have a pleasant stay on Naboo, but Jo and Din were too busy readjusting themselves to pay any attention. By the time Jo looked back at him, Din was already sporting his mask and hood. Her heart sank, despite knowing that it was necessary.

He was checking on Grogu who, despite all the noises and flashing lights, had fallen asleep in a nest of hors d’oeuvre crumbs. His cute little face was sticky from fruit juices, but was altogether peaceful. Jo took the napkin that had come with her plate and dabbed gently at his mess, smiling to herself as she did so.

“Jo? Is everything alright?” Din put a gentle hand on her bare shoulder and she looked to him.

She sighed happily, “Everything is wonderful. I was just thinking…”

“About?” He urged her to continue her thought.

“I was thinking about the fact that, I get to have this. You and him, forever,” Jo was beaming with the tears of joy still threatening her lashes.

Din shifted his hand from her shoulder to cup her cheek, “And we get you forever cyare.”

They found their way out of the viewing areas and back into the city streets. There were easily triple the amount of people as before. Attendees filled the walkways, shoulder to shoulder, eager to get to the next celebration or event. Everything was loud and vibrant, and to Jo it was home. Din and Jo took their time roaming the streets hand in hand, enjoying the sights and smells. Music echoed throughout the whole city it seemed. The night was alive with parties in every sector. Grogu’s carrier followed gently behind them as they strolled, the lid closed tight to block out the light and the noise.

Eventually they found their way to a quieter part of Theed. A residential sector lining the riverbank. Tall, ivy covered buildings lined the waterside, each sporting a warm glow from inside. They reminded Jo so much of her old home. These were obviously much more grand, but the design was the same. Din pulled at Jo’s hand as he stopped at the steps to one of the houses. She turned around with a look of utter confusion.

“What’s wrong? I thought we were going to the hangar,” she questioned.

Din shook his head and gave her hand a light squeeze before ascending the steps with her. When he reached the door he tapped a keycard to it and it slid open for him. He moved Grogu’s bassinet inside ahead of them and turned to face Jo.

“I never said we were going back to the hangar tonight,” he said with a slight smugness.

Jo’s brain was still catching up, “You never said… You mean to tell me we are staying here?!”

Din laughed. It was music to her ears. “Yes, mesh’la. We are staying here.”

Her eyes lit up. She followed him into a large round foyer where a protocol droid was waiting to greet them. A grand staircase led upwards to a second floor loft. Further into the house was a kitchen and a sitting room, adjacent to which were a set of double doors. The doors opened into a beautiful master bedroom with a huge plush mattress with a golden duvet and matching pillows. The whole of the home’s interior was decorated with warm tones, not a harsh color in sight. Out the back of the house was a balcony that had a beautiful view of the waterfront. It was here that Din found her after settling Grogu into the upstairs loft.

She was bathed in the moonlight. Her sunset hair blowing gently across her shoulders and her dress billowed with every small breeze. She leaned against the bannister in a similar manner as she had on Tatooine, but there was something about seeing her here that just felt right. Din remained silent, wanting to watch her in her element without interruption. He quietly leaned against the wall a few feet behind her and just watched.

Jo turned around and met Din’s soft gaze. He had removed his mask and hood entirely, casting them aside along with his cloak. He looked so comfortable. Jo had never seen him in such a state of ease. His aura of relaxation was radiating off of him and taking over her own. Jo approached him, a certain confidence in the sway of her hips as she moved. Din’s eyes trailed down her figure, a hunger growing in them as he made his way down and back up to meet her eyes. The way he was looking at her made her flush with heat. She was so used to the expressionless visor, which gave away nothing except for the occasional tilt or audible hitch in his breath. Now she could see everything. The way his eyes wandered, how he bit into his lower lip and smiled, and how dark his eyes got.

Jo finally closed the distance, pressing him into the wall he had been lazing against. He grunted from the force as his eyes lit up with excitement. His hands roamed her every curve and gripped at any part of her he could, pulling her into him as close as possible. His breathing was shallow, ragged even. Jo traced the outline of his nose with her own, teasing him with the possibilty of her kiss but not quite giving it to him. Their lips were but a hair apart, lightly brushing against each other. She draped her arms over his shoulders and tangled her fingers in his hair.

“I need to feel you mesh’la…” He begged breathlessly. “Please…” His voice was low. A needy growl.

“I’m yours, Din.” Jo proclaimed just before their lips met. The kiss was heated, but slow. It was as if they wanted to make every moment last. Drink the passion in slowly. Din’s hands made their way from her hips, tracing along the exposed skin, up to her neck where the dress was fastened by three small pearlescent buttons. His fingers carefully unfastened each one as he kissed along her jaw and down her neck. As the neck line fell slack he chased the material with his lips till he met the edge of her shoulder. Din’s mouth found hers once again as the dress fell to the ground, revealing Jo to him entirely. He gripped her thighs and lifted her, wrapping her tightly around his waist. His hardness dug gently into her pelvis as he carried her across the room to the large bed, coaxing a soft moan from her lips.

Jo settled softly onto the bed with him hovering over her. “I want to see all of you, Din,” Jo pleaded as she played at the edge of his waistband.

Din smirked and moved his hands to grip the back of his shirt and pull it over his head in one swift movement. He stood tall over her as his hands moved to his trousers. “Whatever my cyare wants, she shall get.”

Din’s words caused her heart to race as he slid his bottoms off. He bent over to cast aside the pants, and in doing so fell into eyesight of her dripping pussy. Jo’s need was evident and he was overcome with the craving to taste her on his tongue. He lunged forward, his mouth making contact with her in all the right ways. Jo’s back arched against the bed and her hands found his hair. Lost in the ecstasy of having her lover taste her in such a needy way. His tongue collecting her juices and moaning into her, taking as much pleasure in the act as she was. Din’s lips locked around her swollen bud and suckled, causing her to gasp and moan out his name. “Mesh’la,” his honeyed voice spoke from between her legs, “Eyes on me.” Jo propped her head up with the use of one of the multitudes of pillows and did exactly as instructed.

The sight was intoxicating. He lost himself completely in her, looking up at her eyes with a heavy lidded and lust filled gaze. It was almost predator like the way he looked at her. Din’s hands gripped her thighs and pulled her closer to him as his tongue worked her with an intensity.

Jo felt her climax approaching, a heat building and rising. She squirmed in his grasp, which only encouraged him and caused him to bury himself deeper and hold her tighter. The room was filled with the sound of her panting and moaning his name as her release reached a fever pitch and poured into her veins. He slowed his movements as she rode out the high, but did stop till it had passed. The moment it subsided his mouth was on hers once more, the tip of his hard cock teasing against her over sensitive nerves. Jo whimpered into his mouth causing his cock to twitch against her.

“Din…” She moaned, “I want you now. I need you now.”

He hummed in her ear, as he grinded against her still. “Tell me mesh’la. Tell me how badly you need me to fill you.”

“I’ve wanted you for so long…” she panted. “Dreamt of you every night. Only you. I’m yours Din please.” Jo grinded her hips against him desperately. He conceded. Din sank into her slowly, burying himself in her completely and reveling in sound of her as he finally gave her what she craved. What they both were craving.

Jo cried out in ecstasy as Din buried himself in her. He propped himself up over her and stared lovingly into her eyes, breathing heavily. The worlds stood still for in that moment as she took in the fact that never had she been able to see him when they were intimate. Not his face at least. He had always been either shrouded in darkness or masked by his helmet, but not tonight. Tonight he was laid bare. Jo could see his pupils, dilated with lust, and his brows knitting together as he attempted to keep his composure and failed. She brought her hand up and cupped the side of Din’s face. He closed his eyes and leaned into it, placing a soft kiss to her wrist.

He leaned down and caught her lips in a passionate kiss. As they melted into each other, Din’s hips began to move causing her to gasp out his name. He moved slowly, each thrust angled perfectly. Jo tossed her head back and moaned as he trailed kisses down her jaw and neck. He chuckled as she was coming undone beneath him. Din enjoyed the sight of her letting herself go and giving in to the pure pleasures that he could give her. He pulled his hips back, almost leaving her entirely and causing her to let out a needy whimper before he snapped back into her. His thighs met hers with a satisfying slap. Jo cried out for more. Clawing desperately at him, hoping to convey how badly she wanted him but he maintained his pace.

Din’s hand found her jaw as her eyes began to flutter shut, “Keep your eyes on me, Mesh’la. Only me.” He began to pick up his pace, feeling her clenching around him. The sensation of him thrusting into her was building up and she was getting closer.

Her eyes felt heavy, and she couldn’t think but she followed his command. She watched as he bit in his lip and threw his own head back, exposing his muscular neck. His eyes found hers again and they were so lost in each other that she hadn’t even noticed what was coming until it was already happening. Her body vibrated and spasmed as she moaned and screamed. The sensation was already almost too much but then Din’s nimble fingers found her clit and she was destroyed.

Just for a moment the world was just blinding white. She saw nothing, felt nothing outside of the sensations he was giving her. Bliss, ecstasy, and pleasure. Jo managed to regain some semblance of conscious thought once again and watched her lover who was lost in his own climax. His muscles her tensed and his brow was furrowed. Her name poured from his lips like a prayer and his eyes refused to look away from her face. He released inside of her. A warmth spread through her, as he moaned out in pleasure. Din’s full weight came down on top of her as he took a few more desperate thrusts before becoming still.

Jo traced along his spine absent-mindedly as he came down from his high. His face was buried in her neck, where he was placing hot sloppy kisses and cooing unintelligible praises. Once Din’s mind came back to him, he rolled to her side and traced across her curves with his hands.

Jo turned onto her side and propped her head in her hand, “That was… incredible.” Their chests were rising and falling in unison as they both took deep steadying breaths.

Din let out a breathy, low chuckle. “You are incredible mesh’la.” He leaned in and gave Jo a soft peck on the cheek before leaving the room for a moment.

She smiled and began to feel the after effects of sex sinking in, but it didn’t last long when she felt her body being dragged down the bedding towards the edge. Din had returned with a glass of water and hunger in his eyes. He handed her the water and she took a big long sip. A little bit spilled down her chin and the droplets fell on her breasts. Din got on his knees and cleaned every droplet off her skin with his hot mouth. Slowly working his way down to between her legs once again.

Jo let out a gasp of surprise as she felt his mouth on her oversensitive nerves. “Wh-what’re you doing?” she asked breathlessly.

Din smirked against her and simply said, “What gave you the idea that we were done?”

Jo smiled to herself and laid back onto the bed as he continued.

She lost count of how many times he made her orgasm that night, and at one point they all just blurred together. They had carried on till they physically couldn’t anymore and fell asleep in each other’s arms. Jo woke with his arms still around her and her head still resting on his chest. She shifted slightly, so as to see his face. He still wore no mask, no helmet, nothing. The sun was just beginning to peek into the room and little streams of sunlight danced across his face. His features were relaxed and peaceful, with a small smile playing at his lips.

Jo could stay in bed and watch him sleep for hours, but there was something else that she wanted to do this morning. A surprise for him to say ‘thank you’. She carefully untangled herself from him and stood from the bed on shaky legs. Her whole body ached, but it was a good ache. The kind of ache that reminded her of the events that led to the pain. She picked a robe off a hook by the door and proceeded into the kitchen.

It was just like old times. She filled the villa with the scent of her cooking, which summoned Grogu down from his hideaway and resurrected Din from his slumber. They both came into the kitchen at the same time, but the appearance of Din made Grogu freeze. He was still missing his hood and mask, walking around the house fresh faced and groggy. Grogu watched as Din kissed Jo and wished her a good morning, and then as Din came over to greet him.

Din picked up the wide-eyed child and held him tenderly as he went and sat at the breakfast nook, setting Grogu on the counter. Din and Grogu sat and watched her cooking, nostalgia washing over them at the sight. When she turned around and saw him fixed on her, with the largest smile she paused.

“What is it my love?” She asked playfully.

He let out a soft laugh and replied, “just like old times, isn’t it?”

She returned his smile and teased, “yeah, except we aren’t in that tin can you called a ship and I can see your face. But other than that, just like old times.” She turned and placed the plates of food in front of Din and Grogu, then fixed herself one and sat beside Din.

He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and thanked her. “It looks delicious mesh’la. Thank you.”

She blushed a little at the compliment, “you’re welcome, now eat up.”

A comfortable silence fell as the three of them dove into their food. Once they had all finished and the kitchen was clean, Grogu went to watch the boats pass in the canal while Din and Jo relaxed in the small seating area.

All morning, Jo had been contemplating something. She wanted to tell Din her story, but was unsure how to approach it. Luckily, Din was able to provide her with the perfect opening.

His deep brown eyes were searching hers, an expression of concern in them. “What’s on your mind mesh’la? You seem lost in your thoughts.”

“I am…” she began, “I’ve been thinking… and after everything you’ve given me, I want to give you something in return.”

He took her hand in his and smiled, “you don’t have to give me anything. You are enough.”

She gave him a small smile, “I want to though. I want you to know me as no one else ever has. I want you to be the one person in the whole galaxy that is allowed to see me completely. Which is why I think it’s time I told you my story.”

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illicitlimerence-writes · 2 years

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black cat | c. leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x actress!reader word count: 2.4k words. request: yes/no by anons: "could you maybe write something about charles leclerc going over actress!y/n’s lines with her, maybe like in the car on a road trip or something like that. you don’t have to or anything it’s quite a vague description also love your writing:)))" thank you so much! i hope you like this. & "hi love, would it be okay for you to do #15 and #30 from the fluff prompt list with charles please? thank you sm! i absolutely love your writing, its so amazing and beautifully well written! <;33" thank you so so much! & "please i NEED more charles with actress!reader" the very much-awaited return of actress!reader is here. prompt: surprise date while working late from this prompt list. & fluff #15: "i'm right here." & fluff #30: "i've been in love with you since we were kids." from this prompt list warnings: language, i really don't know what else lmao. a/n: felicia hardy/black cat is a marvel character, she's a villain who falls in love with spiderman. just like my xmas fics, PLEASE DON'T SEND REQUESTS FROM THE VALENTINE'S PROMPT LIST. i'll tag all the fics as illicitvalentine's so it's easier to keep track of them.

my masterlist / valentine's day masterlist

(what the fuck is this)

“hi, baby, did i wake you?” you asked as charles’s face filled your computer screen.

“don’t worry about it, amour. how are you?”

“missing you,” you replied instantly, a sad smile on your face.

“i miss you too, ma belle. have you gotten your new call sheet for next week?” charles asked, a hopeful expression on his face.

“not yet. i think i’ll have valentine’s day off,” you smiled. it was your first valentine’s day as a couple, and you were both looking forward to spending it together, but now your shooting schedule was getting in the way. “we’ve shot more than expected, so i really hope i can squeeze a day or two away,”

“that would be lovely, princess, but don’t stress yourself too much if you can’t, okay? we can celebrate some other day,” charles smiled, but it only made your heart hurt more.

“i know. but it’s our first and-”

“and it won’t be our last,” he reassured you, “we’ll have so many more valentines together. we’ll be fine. i’ve been in love with you since we were kids, (y/n), i’m not going anywhere, we’ll be alright if we miss one special day together, okay?”

you nodded, looking around your trailer, it was filled with polaroids of you and charles, small reminders of home.

“how was your day? tell me everything,” he smiled, and you sighed as a small grin slowly made its way on your face.

“it’s been so great. i still can’t believe i landed this role,” you shook your head, still in disbelief that you were actually part of the mcu.

“you deserve it, amour.” he made your stomach feel funny, like it was tied in happy knots. “now, tell me everything,”

you grinned, ranting on and on about what you’d done that day, your fellow actors that had showed up on set that day, the scenes you got to shoot.

“i feel like the luckiest girl in the world,” you admitted, leaning your head back against the wall. “have you been to the factory recently?” you asked.

“for training, mostly, and the other day, i-”

“(y/n)! schedules!” there was a knock on your trailer door, as someone called your name.

“coming! sorry, i’ll be right back,” you placed your computer on your previous spot on your small bed, running to open the door, “hey,” you greeted the poor intern who was in charge of handing out the schedules.

“here you go. we’ve also sent them in an e-mail, and your team has them as well,” he explained, handing you the schedule with the scenes you were going to film next week, as well as the cast call.

“great, thanks,” you smiled. he nodded at you, waving goodbye as he left for the next trailer.

you walked back, finding charles exactly as you’d left him. you picked up your laptop and balanced your laptop on your lap as you extended your legs.

“sorry about that, what were you saying?” you tried to get back to your previous topic, but charles’s attention was on the small stack of paper in your hands.

“what’s that? can you show me?” his eyes widened at the possibility that he could have an inside scoop on the newest marvel film.

“it’s the schedule for next week. oh! wait,” you held the schedule in front of your face, scanning it until you reached the fourteenth of february. there it was.

(y/n) (y/l/n) - felicia hardy/black cat

february 14th - 8:00 am - 4:00 pm

february 15th - 5:00 am - 12:00 pm

“no!” you grunted. “i have to be here all day. and really early the next day,” you dropped the paper sheets on the floor, “i’m sorry, i-.”

“hey, it’s okay. don’t worry. like i said, we can celebrate some other day, i can wait for you,” he reminded you.

“but, i-”

“hey, how many times have we had to adjust to my schedule? we can do the same for you. it’s okay, love.”

“okay,” you whispered, your spirits had fallen the moment you read your name on the call sheet. “okay. um, i- i should go now, i still have to drive to the hotel, and-”

“oh, yeah, don’t worry. we can talk tomorrow, okay?” you nodded, wanting to end the call as soon as you could, not because you didn’t want to talk to him, but because you really felt like crying.

“okay,” you responded. “i’ll see you tomorrow,” you gave him a small smile, eyes falling to your keyboard. “i love you,” you looked up at him.

“i love you, too. so, so much. and please, princess, don’t worry about valentine’s day anymore, okay? we’ve still got a lifetime ahead of us.”

“okay. thank you, charles. i miss you,” you pouted.

“i miss you, too. but hey, it’s one day less.”

“one day less,” you repeated. “goodnight,”

“goodnight, lovie. sweet dreams,” he ended the call.

“hey, (y/n), we’ll shoot a few scenes with tom and the rest. we’ll call you when we need you,” the director explained, and you nodded. ready to get out of the heels for a while. you walked back to your trailer, avoiding the heavy and expensive lights and sound equipment as you exited the studio.

you climbed the few steps up to your trailer, launching yourself to the small bed and taking off the high-heeled boots. you threw your arms over your head, arching your back off the mattress as you stretched. you fought the urge to roll over and hide your face against the pillows, you had make up on, and you had to be careful with it. so, you nestled your head against them, closing your eyes as you prepared to take a quick nap.

you’d been here for so many hours that you needed to rest and recharge before the next round of filming. you focused on your breathing, trying to relax so you could fall asleep faster.

a buzzing under your head woke you up. you slid your hand under your pillow and grabbed your phone, your thumb sliding across the screen without looking. you pulled the phone up to your ear.

“hello?” you mumbled.

“are you alright? why do you sound like that?” a male voice asked.

“wha- charles?” you opened your eyes, looking around you. at first you thought he was there with you, but then you realized that it was your phone.

“yeah, where are you?” he asked.

“in my trailer. the director told me they didn’t need me for a while, so i came and took a nap, you woke me up.”

“oh, sorry,”

“no, it’s okay. i should get back there and see if they need me,”

“do you know how long you’ll have to stay?” he asked, and you heard the unmistakable sound of traffic.

“charles, isn’t it like midnight back in monaco? where are you going?”

“uhh, yeah, i… i’m picking up arthur from a club,” he explained, making you frown.

“arthur’s in monaco?”

“yep,” he answered almost as soon as you finished your question.

“huh, okay.” you hummed, “well, wish him good luck on his race on saturday,”

“i will. hey, let me know when you have to go back to film, okay?”

“why?” your forehead creased as you frowned.

“i don’t know, i… i want to know what you’re doing, i miss you,”

“charles,” you sighed, “i miss you too. i’m so incredibly sorry i couldn’t be there with you today, i-”

“baby, it’s okay. i’ll see if i can clear my schedule a bit and visit you even for just two days, okay?” he offered, and you felt your heart swelling.

“really? you’d do that?” you sat up on your bed, looking to your side, to the tens of polaroid pictures stuck to your wall.

“of course! i’ts like i said the other day, we’re always adjusting to me, now it’s my turn to adjust to your schedules and needs. we’ll figure something out.” he promised.

“okay, i sh-”

“(y/n), we need you back in fifteen minutes!” a voice interrupted you.

“okay, i’ll be there!” you shouted loud enough for them to hear. “hey, i have to go, filming starts in fifteen,” you told charles, leaning down so you could put your shoes back on.

“okay. we’ll talk later?” he asked.

“yeah, if you don’t plan on sleeping tonight.” you chuckled, zipping up your boots. “bye, lovie,”

“bye, amour. good luck,”

“thank you,”

charles leclerc was freaking out. he was on the set of a freaking marvel movie. the one his girlfriend was starring in!

he hoped you’d bought the arthur lie, when in reality he was driving to the ultra secret location that someone had given him so he could surprise you. he knew how upset you were that you couldn’t be together for valentine’s day, and as much as he tried to comfort you and tell you that it was okay, he knew that deep down you were really hurt.

so, he set off on an odyssey to sneak into your trailer while you were shooting so he could surprise you with a late-night dinner in your trailer.

first, he’d contacted your agent, who spoke to the director’s assistant, a marvel producer, and finally, he was given the thumbs up.

he parked his rented car near your trailer, and his heart skipped a beat, he stopped breathing once he saw you step out of your trailer, covered from head to toe in your black cat suit. you looked stunning, he swore it was like seeing you for the first time all over again. he waited until he got a text saying filming had begun, and he grabbed everything he’d prepared and set off for your trailer.

it smelled like you. if there was something he missed more than your presence itself, was your scent. sweet, light, like flowers and fruit, both at the same time. it lingered in the air, a sign that you’d been there.

he stared at all the polaroids that you stuck to your wall, it reminded him of the small sticker of a black cat he stuck to his car once you got confirmation that you got the role back in may of last year. a small token of you that was with him whenever he got in his car.

he fought back tears, he’d missed you so much. he was going to make the best of the few days you had together before he had to go back to italy for the ferrari car reveal. he took a deep breath, switching to focus mode so he could get everything ready.

“i’m dead,” you sighed, chuckling as everyone clapped, you’d just finished shooting the last scene of the day.

“yeah, me too,” tom nodded.

“being an antiheroine is draining.” you took off the mask that covered half of your face, handing it to your costume assistant so she could take care of it. “i love it, though.” you grinned, scrunching your nose.

“i know the feeling. it’s like your life’s completely turned upside down. and you want to prove your worth but everything is so different that you start losing the track of everything,” tom said, probably speaking from personal experience. you began walking away from set, saying goodbye to everyone you passed by and thanking them for a great day of work, as you made your way to costume and make up, so they could keep the suit safe.

“who are you and how did you read my mind?” you teased, laughing with him. “that’s exactly how i’m feeling. i’m so happy to get this role and opportunity, but at the same time i just want to go back to charles.”

“how is he, by the way?” tom asked, you’d talked so much about him that he already felt as if he knew him.

“it was so weird, we talked earlier today when i had my break, and he said he was picking up his brother, arthur, from a club. but he’s supposed to be in dubai, just yesterday he had a race, and he has another one this weekend. i don’t know, maybe i’m overthinking it,” you shrugged, “well, i’ll leave you here, i need to get this off me right now,” you chuckled. “say hi to z for me,” you smiled.

“i will,” tom nodded, and you noticed his cheeks turning a light shade of pink, “goodnight,”

“night!” you waved at him one last time before closing the door behind you, your team quickly helped you out of your suit and you got into some sweats and one of charles’s shirt, your usual uniform for the past month. you didn’t know why, but you decided to keep the makeup on. you said goodbye and walked to your trailer so you could gather your things and leave.

weird. you didn’t remember turning on your string of fairy lights.

you opened the door and gasped, there were rose petals and confetti on the ground, the trailer was filled with a scent of vanilla, no doubt coming from the lit candles all around you. your small coffee table was filled with your favorite sweets, there were paper bags full of greasy fast food that made your stomach grumble.

and there, laying down on your bed, asleep (of couse he had fallen asleep while waiting for you), was charles.

your eyes were burning as they filled with happy tears. you ran to him, jumping on the bed and straddling his lap as you grabbed his face, meeting his shocked/surprised/scared face at the abrupt awakening.

“you’re here! i can’t believe you’re here! how are you here?” you rambled, “wait, don’t answer, just kiss me,” you stopped him and held his face in your hands gently, pressing his lips on yours for the first time in so long, certainly the longest period of time you’d been away from each other since you began dating, the years you spent yearning after him as his friend didn’t count.

“i’m here. i’m right here.” he assured you, wrapping his hands around your body and pulling you closer to him.

“i love you so much, thank you so much for this, i-”

“it’s the least i could do, mon amour. you’ve done so much for me, it was about time i give something back to you.”

“what did i do to deserve you?” you asked, shaking your head in disbelief.

“stick with me through my highs and lows… love me unconditionally… being my number one supporter,” he listed, “want me to keep going?”

“yeah, it’s good for my ego,” you joked, even though you felt so many emotions at the time, you were trying your hardest not to cry at that moment, it was nice hearing how valuable you were to someone you loved. “thank you, my love.”

“i’m always going to be here, whenever you need me.”

“felicia, don’t do this. we both know there’s so much more to you than this. don’t give into the dark side,” charles read off your script, you were currently driving to set and you needed to rehearse the lines for today’s big scene.

“but what if i’ve always been on the dark side?” you recited, hearing your voice cracking as you spoke. this was an intense, emotional scene. “what if this is who i really am? and all this time i’ve been pretending to be something i’m not.”

“i know you, felicia. i know this isn’t the real you. please. take my hand, come with me,”

“i can’t,” you shook your head, trying to keep the tears in control so you could see the road clearly. “i’ll only end up hurting you, peter. i have to do this,"

you waited for charles to read the next lines, you turned your head a bit, watching him reading with wide eyes.

"charles," you called his name, but he didn't react. "charles, line,"

"you have to do what?!" he yelled once he finished reading the scene. "you leave him," he narrowed his eyes at you, staring accusingly. "why can't you just stay with him? he's good for you," he crossed his arms over his chest, almost pouting.

"it's what's natural for the character. she has a rough past, that's led her to become a villain, she's afraid to fall in love, and now that she has, she's afraid of losing it," you explained, "plus, the offer she gets is something she's familiar with. it sucks that she's had such a bad past and that's what leads her to destroy the only good thing she's ever had," you continued. "it's tragic, but hopefully we can learn more from her in the sequel,"

"will there be a sequel?" charles asked, a bit more open to you now that you explained your character's motives. he placed a hand on your thigh, something you'd missed dearly.

"i hope so," you let out a shaky, nervous breath.

"i'm sure it will. and if not, i'll create a petition so you can at least get your own spinoff series," you laughed at his words, letting one hand off the wheel and placing it on top of his.

"thank you, i'd love that,"

"it's the least i could do for you, ma belle," he gripped your hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing your knuckles.

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malleux · 4 years

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PART THREE PART THREE PART THREE

spell [3]. | corpse husband

part one ; part two

-> Pairing: Corpse Husband x Fem!Reader

-> Genre: Fluff

-> Warnings: Anxiety, Self Doubt, Cursing, Hate Comments

-> A/N: here’s the long awaited part three! it’s definitely longer than the last chapters, but genuinely thank you all for 300 followers in literally 4 days lol. also, i wrote this under the small assumption that corpse’s main love language is physical touch!

corpse husband taglist is closed!

You didn’t realize that it was possible to shake so much. You were practically panicking- just from standing in front of an apartment door, ready to knock and meet the man who changed your life.

You’d woken up this morning bright and early. The Facetime call was still on with Corpse and small snores could be heard from his line. You had prayed that he’d gotten at least more than an hour, but doubted it as you hung up and sent a message about when you’d be leaving.

Corpse soon messaged back saying that he was awake as you finally finished packing- you’d stopped last night when he called- so you got in your car and drove the two hours it took to get to San Diego.

So now you stood in front of his apartment, practically trembling. Why you were so anxious, you didn’t know. You’d been talking to him for how long now? And it was never awkward.

But things could easily change when you met him in real life, couldn’t they?

You shook those thoughts out of your head and mustered up enough courage to knock on Corpse’s door, already becoming out of breath from such a simple gesture.

A crash sounded from in the apartment, followed by a small ‘fuck’ that made your heart flip. Soon after, the door opened and you looked up, finally coming eye to eye with him. You couldn’t help the grin that stretched across your face, mirroring his own as he smiled at you as well.

“Hi.” You internally smacked yourself for not saying more, but that’s truly all that could come out of your mouth at the moment.

“Hey. You’re uh- you’re so much prettier in real life.” Corpse responded, looking nearly everywhere but you.

You flushed. “And you’re super attractive, but I already suspected that.”

You could tell he was taken aback by your compliment because he suddenly became even more shy, silently moving out of the doorway and gesturing for you to enter.

“I’m going to film again with everyone in a few minutes, but first I can show you my bedroom so you can make yourself comfortable.” Corpse said after he closed the door. “You can sleep in there and I’ll stay on the couch-“

“Absolutely not.” You interjected, “I’m not kicking you out of your bed.”

“But you’re the guest and I’m not about to let you sleep on my couch.”

“And you’re the owner of this apartment and I’m not going to take over your space like that. I’m sleeping on the couch.”

Corpse groaned and reached his arm out towards you. You thought he was going to just shove your shoulder away for being stubborn, but instead he wrapped his arm completely around your shoulders, pulling you into his side as a hug. You grinned and turned, giving him a full hug and resting your cheek against his chest as his chin laid on your head.

“I’m for real glad you came to visit.” He murmured into your hair, squeezing you a bit tighter before letting go. “Do you wanna stream with me tonight or just chill and watch?”

꧁꧂

“Corpse is streaming Among Us again with Sean, Felix, Rae, Sykkuno, Dave, and Leslie!”

“Where’s Y/N? I miss #CorpseY/N !!”

Twitter was truly your go-to platform when you were bored. You’d been scrolling on it for about thirty minutes now, laying on a small couch that Corpse had in his gaming room.

The man himself was sitting across the room at his desk, talking loudly as he defended himself from being accused as Imposter.

You continued to scroll, feeling a little anxious that somehow Corpse just magically knew that you were looking through your ship tag with him. These were your only worried thoughts until you went past your first… unsavory comment of the day.

“Y/N isn’t playing with them again today. Maybe she finally got the hint that they don’t want her around.”

You rolled your eyes and ignored it, but couldn’t help the rather loud sigh that escaped your lips.

“Hey, guys, I’m going to mute the mic for a second. Everything’s good, don’t worry.” Corpse said into his mic before turning around and facing you. “Is everything okay?”

Turning the phone off and laying it on your chest, you contemplated telling Corpse the truth. He’d just worry about you and you didn’t want that. But he already was worried about you- he’d muted Among Us just to check on you.

“Why are people so mean to others?”

Corpse studied you for a minute before patting his lap. “Come here.”

You quirked an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

“You're excused. Now come here.”

You stood up and cautiously walked towards the man, who sat before you expectantly. He playfully rolled his eyes and grabbed your wrist, pulling you into his lap sideways. Your back rested against one arm of his gaming chair while your legs draped across the other.

Corpse had one arm reaching around your back, placing his fingers on the keyboard while the other rested on top of your knees, grabbing the computer mouse. You laid your head on Corpse’s shoulder, resting in the crook of his neck.

“It’s in that shipping hashtag, isn’t it? I swear- whoever says that shit about you is dead wrong. Tell me if it gets worse, I’ll put them back in their fucking place. Nobody gets to decide who I’m with or who’s worthy of me.”

You only nodded and closed your eyes, breathing in Corpse’s cologne as he unmuted his mic once more to defend his honor, much like he was ready to defend you.

꧁꧂

Your body ached.

As you had argued your first day with Corpse, you’d been sleeping on his couch for four days now. The first night was okay- his couch was rather comfortable, but it didn’t compare to a bed. Now, your back, shoulders, and neck were killing you.

Every day, 7am would roll around and you would wake up, the soreness preventing you from sleeping in longer.

Usually, you would go into Corpse’s room and talk to him as he messed around on his laptop while sitting in his bed, but today when you entered, he was finally sleeping. It was the first time you’d seen him rest since you’d arrived and you quietly left, not wanting to disturb his much-needed sleep.

You made your way to his small kitchen, pulling out the few groceries that he had in his refrigerator to make breakfast.

Corpse often ate fast foods and takeout, and apologized earlier in the week for not having much to eat. You reassured him that it was okay- that him just letting you visit was enough- and now, you were determined to make it up to him with the best breakfast in bed ever.

You were halfway through making breakfast when the soft thump of feet echoed in the doorway before a chin planted itself on your shoulder.

“Whatcha cookin?” You practically shuddered at Corpse’s morning voice before suddenly gasping and shoving him out of the kitchen.

“No! No!” You pushed him back to his room, “Stay! Go back to bed, now!”

Right as you turned to go back to the kitchen, Corpse caught your wrist and pulled you down onto the bed with him. You practically squealed as you fell, making him laugh.

“Why? What’s going on?” He turned to face you with a teasing smile.

“I was making you breakfast in bed! I was gonna surprise you when you woke up, but you ruined it.” You pouted.

“Aw, poor baby.” His hand reached up and brushed a stray hair out of your face before he traced down your jawline, reaching your chin and using his finger to tilt it up. “I think I’ve got a better surprise, though.”

You quirked an eyebrow, but before you could say anything his lips were on yours. Your heart stopped, but you almost immediately melted into his kiss, bringing your own hand up to cup his cheek while his moved to rest on your waist.

Corpse soon propped himself up on his elbow, never once leaving your lips- just deepening the kiss. He smiled and gave you a few more pecks before finally pulling away and looking at you in adoration.

“Those little hate comments? They’re wrong. If anything, I don’t deserve you. You’ve still got me under a little spell and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Corpse, you deserve the world and I’d be honored to be the one to give it to you.”

“God, you’re perfect for me.”

You couldn’t say anything else. You could only lay beneath him, admiring the man who was now yours. Corpse leaned down again to capture you in another kiss, but you suddenly jerked away before you could lose yourself again.

“Shit, the pancakes!”

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acourtofidiots · 2 years

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Drunk in Love [Curran Walters]

⇨ wc: 1.6k

⇨ warnings: pure fucking smut, bondage, punishment, orgasm denial, blindfolds, gags, toy usage (vibrators), daddy kink, slapping, degration, spitting, crying kink, i think that’s it?

⇨ a/n: reupload from my old account. i apologize in advance if the formatting is bad. my laptop broke friday and i’m hopefully gonna get it replaced monday so i’m just using my ipad atm to type. which means I don’t have access to the “read more” tag so I apologize for that! hope you guys enjoy!

THIS BLOG IS 18+ ONLY! MINORS AND BLOGS W/O THEIR AGE WILL BE BLOCKED

Silence.

It was all you knew for the past half an hour, your arms bound to the bedpost above you as the vibrations in between your legs grew incessantly. You hoped that Curran would have mercy on you but boy were you wrong.

The sound of the door creaking open pulled you out of your thoughts, the sound of someone sitting in the chair across from you filling your ears. Your teeth bit down hard against the ball gag, your long-awaited orgasm threatening to overcome you.

“Look at you, babygirl, all helpless for me,” comes Curran’s voice from the chair, voice cutting off as he groans, the sound of his fist slowly stroking his cock joining your muffled whines. Your clit throbbed with oversensitivity as you teetered on the edge, the silk scarves effectively rendering you helpless against the relentless assault of the vibrator.

This isn’t what you wanted. All you wanted was your boyfriend’s cock inside you, pounding away at your cunt until you were a mess beneath him. And Curran could sense this because the next thing you knew, you felt him sinking into the mattress next to you, calloused fingers groping at your tits.

“You’re so gorgeous when you’re desperate for my cock,” he chuckles, pinching the buds and relishing the muffled squeal you emit behind your gag. “Love seeing that cunt desperate for my cock, so fucking wet that you’re making a mess on the sheets.” True to his words, you could feel your slick drip down your legs and you felt heat rise to your cheeks in embarrassment. His right-hand slips down your body, turning off the vibrator before sinking his middle finger in your hole, your walls clenching down instantly.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, honey,” he grunts, slowly moving his finger out before pushing it all the way back in. Your hips buck up into his hand, encouraging him to go faster but he wasn’t having it. Withdrawing his hand, he gives your pussy a firm slap before circling your throbbing clit with his wet finger.

“You know better, Y/N,” he tsks, his free hand pinching your nipple. You cried out, tears forming behind the blindfold at the dueling sensations of pain and pleasure. Your body felt like it was being electrified, your nerves thrumming with excitement and the knot in your stomach twisting tighter. “Such a fucking slut for me, can’t even handle my teasing before crying like a baby.” he laughs cruelly, wiping away the tears that had managed to escape the blindfold before giving you a firm slap across the face. Your skin heats from the strike, your cunt clenching around nothing as you groan against the ball gag.

Curran watches with eager eyes at how your body convulses under his touch, the need to cum again overwhelming you. He slips his finger into your cunt once more, almost instantly picking up the pace until you’re tugging against the binds holding you still.

“Such a sensitive pussy,” he murmurs, reaching up with his free hand to rip the blindfold away from your eyes. Glossy eyes meet his own, desperation filling them the longer he fucked you. You squeezed your eyes shut, head thrown back at the feeling of him slipping another finger into you. You didn’t know how much longer you would last, the knot inside you getting tighter and together the longer Curran fingered you.

“Are you gonna cum, Y/N? Gonna cum all over my fingers like the slut you are?” Mockery filled his voice, eyes glinting with amusement as he watched your face contort into a desperate grimace. You nodded, chest heaving as you try to hold back the orgasm from washing over you.

“Cum.”

You scream, hips bucking up into his hand as your orgasm consumes you. White light filled your vision, rendering you unable to see him shove his face into your pussy to drink your fluids. Time became meaningless, your orgasm seemingly lasting forever, due to the fact that Curran curled his thick fingers, ramming against your g-spot with every thrust while his lips wrapped around your swollen clit.

“Such a fucking whore. Crying over an orgasm” he sneers, standing up and removing his shirt. Your eyes raked down his exposed skin, lingering on his cock that was dribbling precum from the reddened tip.

“Oh? See something you like?” He asks, a hand working at his leaking length as green eyes raked up and down your heaving chest. You nodded, pulling at your restraints to try and get your boyfriend to shove his cock in you, but he wasn’t having it. He slapped your pussy once more, and your hips jolted in response, the painful pleasure coursing through your veins.

“I told you. Be patient,” he snaps before maneuvering himself to straddle your chest. He undoes the ball gag before pulling it away, rubbing the spit that had trickled from the gag around your mouth before gripping your jaw and forcing your mouth open.

He spits into your mouth before shoving it closed, forcing you to swallow the liquid. “Swallow it, every last drop,” he demands. You do as he says, eagerly gulping it down before he removes his hand.

He returns his hands to his cock, giving it a couple of strokes before moving down your body. He taps the head against your clit, grinning as the sensitivity caused your body to jerk wildly. “I love how you’re such a whore for my cock, baby. Can never get enough of it, can you?” You shake your head.

“N-no, daddy,” you whine, tugging at your restraints once more. You could feel the heat of tears forming, and you tried to wipe your eyes on your arm but you were stopped.

“You’re so pretty when you cry,” he coos, rubbing a thumb over your tears before slipping down to grip at your neck, the coolness of his rings a stark contrast to your flushed body. He presses down, the feeling of his hand around your neck was enough for your eyes to roll to the back of your head.

“I haven’t even got my cock in you and you look like you’re gonna cum already.” A hand slaps down on your clit before maneuvering his cock towards your entrance. He pushes in, sliding easily due to how wet your cunt was. He gives your neck a squeeze at the feeling of your tight walls around him, bending down to rest his forehead against yours.

“God, this slutty cunt is so fucking tight,” Curran hissed, eyes boring into yours. You felt so fucking full. Pleasure coursed through your veins, your body feeling like it was haywire.

“Pl-please daddy,” you begged, words choked at the end from how desperate you were, “please fuck me. Please, I’ve been a good girl.” You looked at him with glossy eyes, your bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you awaited his response.

He grins at you, slowly moving his hips back before thrusting into you hard. You screamed, your overly sensitive walls clenching down on his cock hard. Curran’s hips pounded into yours, the sound of skin slapping against skin joining your cries of pleasure. His hand tightened around your neck once before moving up to your mouth and slipping two of his fingers into your awaiting mouth.

“Good girl, suck on my fingers like that,” he coos, fixated on the way your tongue swirls around his digits before suckling on them. You flutter your eyelashes at him, enjoying how he groans at the sight of you sucking on his fingers.

Quicker than expected, you could feel the knot building in your stomach again. You pulled away from his fingers, eyes squeezing shut as you cried out, “D-daddy. ‘M gonna cum.”

He narrows his eyes, hand slipping around your neck once more and giving it a squeeze. “I don’t think you deserve it. Only good little whores can cum, and I don’t think you’ve been good, Y/N.”

Your body spasmed, the threat of your oncoming orgasm looming over you like a dark cloud. “P-please, daddy. I’ll be good! I p-promise. Just please let me cum.” Your words slurred together, unable to focus on anything but the way your boyfriend’s cock dragged against your sensitive walls.

He picks up his pace, freehand moving down to rub at your bundle of nerves. You scream, jerking away from his hand but he followed you no matter where you went. “Cum for me, whore. Cum for me and take my cum like a good little cumbucket,” he growls, and that tipped you over the edge. Blackness covered your vision like a thick blindfold, your back arching as you succumbed to the waves of pleasure.

Curran groans at the sight of you becoming undone. He thrusts a few more times before he shoots his load into you, filling your tight hole with his cum. Collapsing on top of you, he takes a few deep breaths before reaching up and undoing your restraints, rubbing away at the red marks that lingered from your tugging.

You hummed, weaving your fingers in his curls before he reaches up and slots his lips against yours. You kiss slowly for a moment, enjoying the stillness of the late afternoon before he pulls away.

“How do you feel?” He asks. You stretch your arms above your head, noting how stiff your joints are and the dull ache between your legs.

“Sore. I’m not gonna be able to walk tomorrow,” you groan, tangling your fingers in his head once more, nails scratching his scalp and eliciting a hum from him.

“Well, looks like my job is done,” he jokes before untangling himself from you. He reaches a hand toward you. “C’mon, let’s go take a bath. I’ll let you use that new bath bomb you got earlier.’

#curran walters #curran walters smut #curran walters x reader #julia.writes #julia.writes.rpf

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marmixedwithabitofintellect · 3 years

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The Story of You

Well here it is! The very much awaited Part 5! This chapter gives us an insight on what happened between H and Y/N...

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Part 5: Changes

June 17, 2021: Week Fifteen

New York City, New York. 12:00 Pm

I had just walked out from my appointment, Betty said everything was going well and I got to hear little one’s heartbeat which was a wonder on its own. I was hungry so I made my way to the nearest café.

As I was waiting in line to order I decided to text Harry and let him know how everything went, after sending the text I was looking at the menu when I heard someone call my name, I turned around and saw that Jason, Olivia’s ex was standing behind me.

“Hi, how are you?”, “Jason hi! I’m well, how about you?”, we hugged each other and moved along with the line “I am good, how about you?”, “Everything is going well, by the way, Season 2? True masterpiece”, he laughed.

We arrived at the cashier and even before I could order he asked me “Hey, how about we order and stay to eat? My treat”, “Uhm how about if we order and I invite you home?”, he nodded and gave me a look, he understood where we both are.

After about 15 minutes we got home and we sat on the table to eat, “So, I saw your picture… I guess congratulations are in order?”, I smiled a little “Thank you, I am so excited, still feels so surreal tho”, “I know the feeling, didn’t feel real when we had Otis and Daisy until I saw the bump and I met them”

“I am hoping to have a bump soon, I just look bloated every time”, “When you least expect it, believe me”, we finished eating and we moved to the couch with some coffee, “So, how have you been?”, “It’s been hard, I am not going to lie, but I am trying to focus on the kids and that they are ok”.

I reached out and squeezed his arm, it was my way of saying I understood what he felt. I still remember the day I met Jason, I had been visiting Harry on set and he was there too with both kids, we bonded over the best bagel spots on New York and how we could have some double dates to try them. Well, joke’s on us because there are dates, just not how we expected.

“I talked to her, the other day”, “You know you didn’t have to, right?”, “I know, but she deserved it, because although I am glad it happened, I know it shouldn’t have”, “And that’s why everyone always says that you have the purest soul”.

We talked for about an hour, he decided to leave, “Hey, before I leave, I wanted to ask you something”, “Sure, shoot away”, “I wanted to know if it is okay with you if I tell Olivia that we met? I really don’t want any misunderstanding”, “Oh, uhm, yes, sure”, he gave me another hug and he left.

June 19, 2021: Week Fifteen

Harry. London, England. 9:00 Pm

I closed the door and sighed. It was a long day of filming and the only thought in my head was getting in the shower and eating some takeout. As I was unpacking my bag for the day, I heard my phone ring with a new text.

From Olivia Wilde (9:17 PM): Hi, are you free? Missed you today, how about a dinner/lunch date?

To Olivia Wilde (9:20 PM): Hey, yeah, it’s okay, give me twenty.

After a quick shower and unpacking the food I ordered, I set my laptop on the living room and called her. After a few rings she answered, she was sitting in her room, she had a salad from my favorite place back in Los Angeles.

“Hey, you, I’ve missed you, long day? Thank you for the flowers”, she was smiling, “Hey love, how are you? It was a long day, excited to wrap filming before moving it to Italy, I am glad you liked them”, “Oh how lovely, I miss Italy”, we talked a little about everything, but I could see there was something bothering her.

“Hey, are you ok?”, “Y/N and I spoke the other day, I was surprised she reached out”, “Oh, really? I didn’t know”, “Have you spoken to her lately?”, “Just through text, had an appointment and said everything was fine, why?”, “Well, Jason met her the other day, they had lunch together”

I don’t know why but it made me feel jealous, “Huh, did anything interesting happen?”, “He said they talked about the baby and the kids, but nothing else”, “Good to know”, “Why are you being weird about it?”, “I’m not, why would you say that”, “Harry, look at your body language, they had lunch, nothing else”, “Well that’s fine by me”, “Is it?”

“It is, they became friends during filming, they met and had lunch, so what is there to not be fine?”, “The fact that you look like they announced their relationship and that he will be the baby daddy Harry”, “That’s not true and you know it”

“Do I? Harry, they had lunch and that’s it, you seem so jealous”, “I am not, why would you say that?”, “Because that it what I am seeing Harry!” we both sighed, “Listen, I am sorry if I made it seem that way, but I swear everything is fine”

“And yet I feel like you’re lying to me Harry”, just before I could talk, she hung up, I shut my laptop and pulled a hand down my face. She was right I was jealous, and I didn’t know why. I picked up everything and decided to head to bed. I laid in bed, but sleep wasn’t coming.

I was turning on my bed and when I looked at the clock and saw it was already 15 past 2, I went and made myself a tea and returned to bed. I missed Olivia and I missed Y/N and I hated feeling like this. After finishing my tea.

Harry. Los Angeles, California. 11:45 Pm

November 27, 2020.

I closed the door and dropped my keys on the dish by the door. After I removed my jacket and boots, I realized that the house was too quiet for my liking. I entered the kitchen I grabbed a glass of water and I noticed that the island had some bags of snacks there, I frowned.

I then realized that there was an herbal and savory smell in the air, and I followed it to the oven, where I found nothing but when I opened the fridge and saw a Tupperware with lasagna and a bottle of white wine.

As I was walking down the hall to the stairs something caught my eye in the living room. There was a table set with candles and two plates, along with some fairy lights which were now turned off, I didn’t understand anything, and I frowned.

I was walking up the stairs and I could hear her sweet voice behind the close door, but there was something off of it. “Honey, please don’t cry”, “I won’t, I promise, I’m just a little bit sad Dee”, “You should tell him, it’s the third time this has happened in the last month”, third time? What was Dee talking about?

“Dee he’s been busy, they’re filming the scenes they had to stop due to the Covid case”, “So? He isn’t filming all day, is he?”, “I know Dee, I know”, I could hear her voice and sniffles, as I was about to go in, I heard Dee speak again.

“Honey, just please, talk to him and let him know how you feel okay? Your feelings are valid”, “I know, I love you, talk to you soon”, I heard the FaceTime call drop and her laptop close, I gave it a few seconds before I opened the door.

“Hi sweetheart, how are you, my love?”, she was cleaning her under eyes, and she gave me a big smile, it made my heart feel small, “Hi babylove, I’ve missed you, how was your day?”, “It was okay, long but very productive”, “I am glad, have you eaten? I could make you a sandwich?”

I could hear her voice coming into the bathroom where I was changing and doing my facial routine, “Thank you lovie, we got some dinner after we finished recording”, “Oh, that’s nice”, “Lovie? Are you okay?”, “Yeah, I’m okay, I’ll meet you in bed”

We played a movie and I drifted to sleep, I opened my eyes when I heard her sniffles, the clock said it was a quarter past 1, “Lovie, what’s wrong?”, “Sorry I woke you, I’m okay, go back to sleep”, I felt her kiss my head and hug my back. We slowly drifted to sleep.

I woke up sweating and with my heart racing, I still remember that night, and until this day I feel guilty that I didn’t address the situation.

June 21, 2021: Week Fifteen

New York City, New York. 12:40 Pm

I had just finished preparing my lunch when my phone rang, I grabbed it and saw it was Sarah, “Hey momma, how are you?”, “Hi lovely! We are okay, how about you? How is the belly?”, “Still missing, but we hope it will make its appearance soon, speaking of, I wanna see the bubby”, Sarah laughed before telling me we should switch to FaceTime.

I answered and as Sarah appeared on the screen, I could see she was sitting on her hammock, “Oh Sarah you’re glowing!”, “You are the sweetest, I know I look like a zombie”, “Man if this is looking ‘like a zombie’, I don’t wanna know what the worst is”, we laughed and started to catch up.

After a few minutes Mitch appeared on the screen holding the baby, “Miss Y/L/N what a joy to see you”, “Mister Papa Rowland the pleasure is all mine”, “I just wanted to say hello and had to drop a little someone who’s due to a feed”, “I am happy to see you, take care Mitch”

Sarah stood up a little and set baby boy to feed, and then sat down, “Y/N, is everything okay?”, I could feel my eyes water, “My parents have decided that they can’t deal with my pregnancy and to never contact them again”, everything went quiet for a few moments, the only thing that could be heard was baby boy’s sounds while he ate.

“Oh honey, I don’t know what to say”, “It’s okay, I mean the situation is not okay, but I will be”, “You know that we love you right? And we will always be your family”, “I know, but it still hurts, and it just adds to the anxiety I already have”, “You know I will always listen right? Talk to me”

“How do you know you’re making all the right choices? I have been researching and reading everything and I feel so overwhelmed, I am shit scared of making the wrong choice, and the whole Harry situation is killing me”

“Oh honey, I felt and still feel the same way as you describe, it means you care, and let me tell you something: you will never have all the answers, and when you feel like you have the answer you will most likely need to look for a new one, but that is normal”

“As for Harry, you two need to sit down and talk, you still have time but if it is giving you su much anxiety you should talk soon, because your peace of mind is the most important thing here”, baby boy had finished eating and Sarah turned to burp him.

“Oh hi baby boy, you are growing up too fast”, “Say hi auntie Y/N, we can`t wait to see you and my cousin”, we talked for a while and then we said goodbye before hanging the phone.

June 26, 2021: Week Sixteen

New York City, New York. 7:00 Am

I’m hot. Sweating like a pig and wanting to cry hot. Damn hormones, damn me deciding to live in New York, damn you Harry Styles for getting me pregnant during the summer months. I tried to roll around and find a cold spot on my bed but couldn’t find one, so I decided to get out of bed.

I changed myself and just as I was leaving the bathroom, I notice something on my peripheral vision, my belly had popped! Today I actually looked pregnant and not like I had eaten a very big meal, I placed my hands on my belly and the tears started falling (darn hormones).

I went into my room to get my polaroid camera and took a photo of the belly, after it developed, I wrote down June 26, 2021: the day my belly popped. I took two pictures with my phone and decided to text one to Harry.

After that, I decided to go shopping for some baby stuff, it started to feel real and I was more motivated than ever to get some things, and maybe some frozen lemonade, to make sure that this heat did not kill me.

June 26, 2021: Week Sixteen

Harry. Cheshire, England. 7:00 Pm

I had been thinking of a way to better up my relationship with Olivia, and I came up with a grand idea, so here I am waiting for her to answer my call. When she did, she didn’t look as happy as I thought she would to see me.

“Hey love, how are you?”, “Hi Harry, I am doing well, how’s your mom and sister?”, “They are well, we are enjoying these few days before I leave”, “That’s good, how long will you be there?”, “Well, it will be like three weeks filming and I was thinking, you could maybe come for a few weeks?”

Her eyes lit up and she smiled, “Oh H I would love that! But are you sure? What about Y/N?”, “What about her?”, “I mean, I suppose you would want to be near her and the baby?”, she was right, I wanted to be near her but I know that Olivia and I needed this, “Everything will be okay, we are always in contact, but Liv, you and I deserve this and our relationship is also important to me and you know it”

“Okay H let’s do this, I will get things with the kids ready with Jason”, “I’ll send you the details honey, I love you, we’ll talk tomorrow”, “I love you too, can’t wait to see you”, we hung up and I saw that I had a text message from Y/N, it had a picture attached.

From Y/N <3 (18:45 PM): Someone decided to say hello…

I felt my heart start beating faster, I couldn’t believe it, there it was, the proof that I was about to become a father. Mitch was right, this is so surreal.

To Y/N <3 (20:45 PM): Oh my God, hello baby; this feels so surreal I can’t believe it. I can’t wait to meet him or her.

From Y/N <3 (20:50 PM): They cannot wait either Harry.

To Y/N <3 (21:00 PM): I’ll be back next week for the appointments, will have to do a little bit of quarantine and I’ll test before I see you.

From Y/N <3 (20:50 PM): Thank you, Harry, we’ll see you next week.

Tag list @tinydestinybear @harry-is-my-sunflower @onlyamylee @adorejaell @dirtytissuebox @msolbesg

#harry styles x reader #harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry imagine #dad!harry #the story of you #harry styles x y/n

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we-have-bangtan · 3 years

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Again.

Pairing: Doctor! Yoongi x Patient! Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Crack (??), Ex's, smut

Warning: Swearing, smut (just an old memory)

Synopsis: When Yn is forced to go to the hospital after falling down the stairs of her office. The doctor who was to attend to her was none other than her ex-boyfriend Min Yoongi.

A/n: let me know if you like it! And give me a reblog to support me!!!

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Yn turned over onto her back, her eyes still closed. She wondered silently why her normally soft bed was hard today. With another roll, she landed with a thud on the cold, hard floor, jolting her awake.

When the blinding lights of the room filled her vision, she suddenly regretted opening her eyes. She sat on the floor, rubbing her eyes to clear the sleep from them, oblivious to the drool on her chin. Her eyes opened in confusion when she saw the IV line on her wrist, her gaze following the line, attached to a bottle mounted onto an IV stand.

She sprang to her feet immediately, taking in her surroundings: the IV stand, the white bed, white walls, the hand sanitizer mounted on the wall, the white floor tiles, and the white blinds that kept the sunshine out.

A hospital? She guessed as she took in all the equipment, the machines that beeped every few seconds were a dead giveaway. Is this a private room? She asked herself, trying to find any clue which hospital this was when the door swung open.

Min Yoongi entered the room, wearing a white lab coat and a stethoscope around his neck. He walked over to her side and encouraged her to take a seat on the bed.

"Where am I?" Despite the fact that she already knew the answer, she inquired. "Take a wild guess," Yoongi replied dryly as he flipped through the papers on his clipboard. Yn racked her brain for the name of the hospital; she was certain she knew which one Yoongi had been working at, but her mind was blank, displaying only a buffering page similar to that of a 2004 Dell laptop.

"Did you really hit your head that hard?" Yoongi said what he was thinking, a little concerned for her safety. "Do you have a headache? Can you recall what you ate for breakfast or what happened just before you passed out? "He questioned.

"My head hurts a bit, so for breakfast, I had cinnamon crunch with milk, and lunch I had a sandwich. Walking down the stairs is the last thing I recall," She responded. All of her responses matched what her coworkers had told them, leading Yoongi to believe that Yn simply didn't know where he worked and that her head was okay.

He was irritated that Yn had no idea where he worked, but he forced his resentment to the back of his mind before informing her that she was in a private room at Asan Medical Centre in Seoul. "Wait, are you serious?" She yelled as she struggled to get out of bed.

"Yes, seriously," he explained, forcing her back onto the bed "You fell down the stairs in your office and one of your colleagues brought you in; you were unconscious for 5 hours; you will need to stay the night so we can run some tests on you; you will need to stay the night so we can run some tests on you," he added. "Why on earth do you have no idea I work at Asan?"He demanded once he was done briefing her.

"I would have noticed if you hadn't blocked me on all your social media pages," Yn said after some thought. She hisses, reminding him why she was blocked in the first place. "I wouldn't have had to block you if you hadn't started tagging me in those dumb Facebook memes," he retorted as he paging one of the nurses to come to change the IV bag.

"Is there something bothering you? Aside from your head," Yoongi inquired, reaching for his fancy click pen, which Yn had given him in college. "You still use that?" She inquired, her gaze falling on the royal blue color of the pen, the brand name has faded over time. He calmly replied, "I started using it once I got my residence, now answer the question."

To search for any injury, Yn moved her limbs around, starting with her feet. She turned them around to look for any discomfort before moving on to her legs, which were still perfect. She eventually tested her shoulders and despite her best efforts, winced in pain as she raised her left shoulder.

"Left shoulder, okay. Do you feel nauseous?" Yn shook her head as Yoongi asked more.

"Any ringing in your ears?"

"Nope"

"Is that gray hair on your head?" Yn interjected, pointing to a few strands at the start of Yoongi's hairline. He dismissed her and instead scribbled a note on his clipboard.

"OK, so you don't have any concussion symptoms, your hearing is good, and you're not feeling dizzy and your eyesight is better than ever before considering the fact that you could pick out my gray hair from that far. We still have some blood work to do and I'm putting you on observation tonight in case any symptom pops up, you're free to go home after that," Yoongi informed.

He reasoned that saying anything else would be unprofessional of him. Heading for the door when, "Yah, why am I in a private room in the first place?" Yn intervened, preventing him from leaving. Yoongi replied, turning around to face her, "I figured it would be more convenient for you."

"Bruh, do you have any idea how broke I am," she grumbled, crossing her arms over her stomach. "I ain't a hotshot doctor to be able to afford a private room in Asan Medical Centre," she sneered. "Who said something about you paying?" asked Yoongi. As he returned to her side. "So, who is going to foot the bill? You? " She inquired, he nodded, causing her jaw to drop. She was perplexed by his words and asked, "Why would you do that?" "What good is it to be a hotshot doctor?" He shrugged.

The mental picture of a very sleepy and confused Yn, with her hair all tangled up and a tiny spot of drool on her face had made him soft, and there was no stopping his heart from falling head over heels for her all over again as he walked out of the room, the smile he had been battling slowly crept into place...

Yoongi peeked into Yn's room after his shift, his shoulders slouching from the stress of his job. He had his coat and stethoscope wrapped over his arm, his hair slightly damp from the shower he had taken, his white t-shirt clinging to his body.

When they were dating, one of Yn's 'rules' was that if he wanted to get close to her, he had to shower after returning from the hospital because she hated the scent of antiseptic. With the scent of antiseptic all over her, he wondered how she was doing.

He discovered her in bed, knees drawn up to her stomach, phone in hand, the screen almost brushing her nose as she mindlessly scrolled through Instagram. Her food, which had been left on the side table, had not been touched.

He warned, walking into the room, "You'll go blind if you keep doing that." Yn's head snapped up at his voice but calmed down when she saw who it was. He drew up a stool next to the bed and checked what Yn had received from the hospital. Soup, kimchi, rice, and pickled radishes were served on the side (Yn hated those). "Is the food not to your liking?" Concerned about her dietary habits, he inquired.

"They don't have any salt or spice," she replied as she stowed her phone. Yoongi grimaced after taking a sip of the soup. There was no salt or pepper and was as bland as raw tofu.

"SEE!!" Yn screamed, delighted that she had been proven right, but Yoongi, not one to concede defeat, put on a display. "How come it's so salty?" His face scrunched up in exaggeration as he groaned. "Stop acting, I can see right through you," Yn said, raising an eyebrow to call him out on his nonsense.

"All right, fine, you're right," Yoongi conceded as Yn yanked the sheets off herself and reached for his shoulders. He thought it was strange, but didn't say anything when she gently rubbed the spot near his collar, the tension in his shoulders dissipating as she applied pressure. He'd always thought Yn had magical hands. It felt like a miracle to have her hands on him again, something he had never expected to feel again.

"Can you tell me what I can do to get you to order me a plate of jjajangmyeon?" Yn asked. Yoongi thought, Darn it, I knew it was a trap, but he was too relaxed to say no. As she worked out the knots in his muscles, he melted under Yn's touch. She was no longer connected to the IV, enabling her to freely move about the room.

"I knew you were only in it for food," he chuckled, moving away from her to grab his phone from his coat, "What else did you think I was in it for?" Yn jested, playing along as she massaged his shoulders.

"Only jjajangmyeon?" He questioned, scrolling through the options, Yn looking at the phone from over his shoulder. "Order some side dishes too," she added, Yoongi let out a groan when Yn put pressure on THE SPOT at the back of his shoulder blade, the sound making Yn blush. "Stop that, people will think we're filing a porno," Yn scolded lightheartedly, continuing her ministering.

"I don't think we need to film any more of those, I have a whole collection already," Yoongi teased. His gummy smile showing up when he felt Yn's hand round his throat, threatening to choke him. "I think it's the other way round," he scoffed. His heart going into dangerous territory.

Yoongi remembered the night he had discovered Yn's choking kink, it had been a very eventful night. He had just come back home from the hospital when he had heard moaning coming from his bedroom, he had walked inside, totally unprepared for the breathtaking view that awaited him.

Watching porn wasn't considered cheating by Yoongi as long as Yn showed him what she was watching so he knew what they were getting into. When he walked in on Yn in his rotating chair, her legs spread out on the armrest, touching herself to a film about choking, he was pleasantly surprised. He went up behind her softly and wrapped his fingers around her throat, not putting much pressure. When Yn groaned for him, he felt himself harden in his pants and murmured, "You like that baby."

"Stop imagining it," Yn snapped, pushing away from Yoongi, "How do you expect me to just stop, those were some great moments of my life," he chuckled when his phone rang. It had something to do with the meal. He went to get the dinner by himself, leaving Yn alone.

When he returned with her dinner, he delivered it to her before saying his goodbyes and preparing to leave. "Enjoy your meal and get some sleep," he added as he gathered his belongings. "Where are you going?" Yn inquired. "Home??" Yoongi answered, taking his phone from the table when Yn stopped him. "Did you have dinner?" she asked, opening up the takeout box to reveal a generous serving of jjajangmyeon.

"Not yet, I was planning on getting some on the way," He answered, waiting for Yn to say anything. "Then you should stay and give me some company, it's not like I can finish all this on my own," She mumbled. "You sure?" Yoongi confirmed, taking his place on the chair as Yn grabbed the chopsticks from the bedside table, letting him have the wooden chopsticks that the restaurant provides.

They both dug into the meal, savoring every mouthful. In the otherwise peaceful hospital, just the sound of them slurping their noodles and the beep of the monitors could be heard. The majority of the patients were fast asleep, and those who were awake were taking special precautions to avoid making any noise.

Yn was the one who broke the stillness by inquiring about Holly. He said, licking his lips to get rid of the sauce, "She's good, I got her a ribbon for her ears the other day." He was intrigued about Yn's cranky cat, Buster, who had scratched Holly once. Yoongi's heart dropped to his stomach as Yn replied, "We had to put him down."

Although he was simply a large, sluggish cat who refused to get his butt off the window pane, Buster had been Yn's pride and joy, her support system. "That must have been difficult," Yoongi paused, unsure of how to express his condolences.

"It had to be done; he was in a lot of agony," Yn shrugged, shaking her head to clear her mind. "How are the boys doing? I haven't seen them since we broke up" Yoongi's six other friends were the subject of Yn's inquiry. He assured her everyone was ok. "You might see Jungkook tomorrow," he said, explaining that he had taken the day off today. "Does Jungkookie work here?" Yn inquired, quite surprised by the information. "Yes, he's an intern trying to get his residence, surprising isn't it," Yoongi admitted.

Yn burped after she finished her dinner, making Yoongi laugh at how cute she looked. Once Yn had freshened up, Yoongi said, "Ok, now that you've finished eating, I'll go home, and YOU'LL go to sleep." "You always leave," Yn remarked, rolling her eyes. The words weighed heavy on his mind as he tucked her in. On his way out, he turned out the light and gave her one last look before walking away.

Yoongi slouched his shoulders again once he was in his car. The words Yn had just said reverberated in his mind. Since he had broken up with Yn, the words "You always leave" had tormented him. He had been in love with her, yet he was the one who had abandoned her. NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND, HE LEFT HER. It was painful to recall the details of their breakup.

Yn crying into his chest, asking why she wasn't enough. Him holding her as fiercely as he could, not knowing if he'd ever get another chance. His cowardice had broken both of them that night. He'd run away from one of the most precious part of his life, and he still regrets it.

They had broken up because of him. Yoongi always believed Yn deserved someone better than him, she was too good for him. She had yelled at him when he had told her that. Saying that it was her who got to decide who was worth her time and affection, and if h really thought h didn't deserve her then maybe he should make himself deserving, she had said that that was the solution for Yoongi's thoughts, breaking up was not the solution, but he was stubborn as a mule, refusing to see how he was destroying both of them and everything they had.

And now here he was, striving to be less of a wimp than he had been all those years before. He remembered how enraged the boys had been when he told them what he'd done. "Have you gone insane?" All Yoongi could do was nod when Jin Hyung asked. Yes, he'd gone nuts, which was why he'd been insane enough to let her go. He had no problem admitting it.

He cruised around the deserted roads, far too late in the evening for anyone to be out. He considered calling Jin hyung for advice, but he opted against it because he assumed he was already in bed. For the rest of the night, he was alone with his thoughts, his mind eating away at him, keeping him awake at night, tossing and turning in bed, contemplating what they could have been if he hadn't been a coward.

The next morning was the same as any other, the only difference being the speed of Yoongi's car when he was on his way to the office. The usual 60km/h had escalated to 80km/h and he was certainly a little too excited for someone who was going to be at the hospital for the next 18 hours.

He was walking up the corridor to Yn's room after exiting the elevator on the third level when he heard screams. "MOVE, MOVE OUT OF THE WAY PEOPLE!" shouted Yn as Jungkook pushed her wheelchair down the slanted corridor quicker.

What the fuck!!, Yoongi thought as he saw Jungkook climb onto the wheelchair's back supports, watching in horror as the two of them laughed and giggled their way down the corridor at full speed (which wasn't much speed btw), completely disregarding the 'no noise' and 'no running' placards which were stuck to the wall.

He quickly stepped in the way, feeling a little sense of joy watching Jungkook's eyes widen in fright. Bringing the wheelchair to a screeching halt a few inches away from Yoongi. "Good morning, Hyung!!" he said cheerfully as if he hadn't just broken every regulation in the hospital.

"Can you tell me what you're up to?" His gaze fell on Yn, who appeared to be having the time of her life. "Relax, Yoongo-boongo," Yn remarked. Yoongi frowned at the old nickname, which he had pleaded with Yn to abandon.

"This is risky, you know," Yoongi said, "especially since you wounded your shoulder," He added, quick to understand that Jungkook had no idea about Yn's wounded shoulder. "You hurt your shoulder?!?" the younger one screamed. Yn scowled at Yoongi for giving up that knowledge so easily. Yoongi justified himself by saying, "Don't look at me like that, he was going to find out regardless."

"Yes, but you didn't have to tell him so early, now he won't let me have any fun." She whined, Yoongi scoffed at that, "he isn't supposed to make you have 'fun', he'd supposed to take you to get your x-ray done, it's on the first floor."

Yn pouted as Jungkook nodded at the instructions, pushing the wheelchair with Yn still in it towards the elevator. "Without the wheelchair," Yoongi clarified, making Jungkook pout as well, helping Yn out of the wheelchair.

They both sulked like kicked puppies in the elevator and Yoongi could not stand it. "Ok, fine, take the freaking wheelchair, but just be careful." he said, finally giving in. The two of them gave him bright smiles. Yn sat back in the wheelchair just as the elevator door slid open and Jungkook rolled Yn out.

They're fortunate. Yoongi thought to himself as he went about his rounds that Namjoon owned the hospital. While Yn was getting her x-ray, he checked in with his patients. Yn had a good night's sleep and awoke fairly early, according to the nurse in charge of her surveillance. She felt a minor headache, but nothing else was wrong with her. Only the shoulder was a big issue, and they were unable to determine what was causing the pain.

It took 2 hours for Yoongi to check up on all his patients and meet with a few others in the clinic when Jungkook barged into Yoongi's office with an envelope. "Jungkook you can't just barge in like that," Yoongi groaned as he quickly gave the patient their prescription before sending them out. Telling the receptionist to not send any more patients, he turned all his attention to Kook.

"Now, what's wrong?" He asked, spinning in his chair to face the intern. "Noona's reports are here" Jungkook informed, holding out the envelope. "So fast?" Yoongi questioned. It usually took a day or two for the reports and none of the radiologists took Jungkook seriously, dismissing him as just an intern. He found it suspicious that they had given the reports back so early.

"Namjoon hyung was there for an inspection, he got it done when he saw noona," Jungkook said with a cheeky grin. Yoongi nodded at the explanation. Namjoon always had a soft spot for Yn regardless of if Yn and he were together. He pulled out the reports, scanning through them. "Where is Yn now?" He asked, putting the reports back inside. Jungkook informed that Namjoon had taken her to her room, playing along with Yn's wheelchair drama.

Yoongi rolled his eyes at that, but Jungkook didn't miss the quiver of his lips. Jungkook followed Yoongi upstairs to Yn's room, where they found Yn squishing Namjoon's cheeks. Jungkook joined them, laughing, and Yn hastily let Namjoon free. "So, Doctor, what do you have to say?" Yn asked as Namjoon got out of the chair, rubbing his red-tinged cheeks.

"You must slow down with the usage of your shoulder. You appear to be putting a lot of tension on it; fortunately, it's only strain and nothing dangerous." Yoongi said, instructing Yn to apply heat and ice packs to the affected area. "Are you going to issue me a leave sick note?" Yn inquired as she got out of bed.

"Nope, you can go back to work just fine as long as you don't do any heavy lifting," Yoongi said, scribbling something on a piece of paper. "Yah, Yoongi-ah pleaseeeee write me a sick note," Yn pleaded as she searched for the t-shirt she had worn when she had come into the hospital yesterday. "Nope, and are you really going to wear that?" He asked, surprised that Yn hadn't called anyone to come to pick her up.

"Yeah, I need to head home," Yn answered, gathering her things, "Wait, you can't wear that, I have a spare shirt in my office I'll get that," Yoongi said, getting out of the chair while Namjoon and Jungkook exchanged knowing looks.

"We'll get it hyung, don't worry," Jungkook assured, dragging Namjoon with him. The two of them got into the elevator before spilling the tea. "He is SO whipped!" Jungkook exclaimed, pushing the button to go downstairs. "So is she and did you know Yoongi hyung was footing her bill and he got her a private room?" Namjoon asked, amazed at the extent his extremely tsundere hyung was going to for Yn. "He's pretty much in love all over again, and the nurse said that Yoongi hyung spent more than an hour in noona's room," Jungkook informed with a giddy smile.

"Jin hyung NEEDS to know about this," Namjoon exclaimed but made no move to call their hyung, quickly going to Yoongi's office and grabbing the gray FG shirt which was in his locker before going back upstairs.

As soon as the boys returned to the room, Yn grabbed the t-shirt. She hurriedly removed the hospital gown she had been compelled to wear. Yoongi was quick to respond, instantly stepping in front of Yn so the two younger men wouldn't get a glimpse of his lovely ex's exquisite body, and only pulling away once Yn was covered in his shirt.

"You didn't have to do that, I was wearing a tank top beneath," Yn said, tucking the shirt's hem into the jeans she had worn the day before. "For safety reasons," Yoongi shrugged, avoiding eye contact as though it weren't a big concern that he was covering up his ex. Namjoon's sniggering at the entrance went unnoticed.

"Noona how are going home?" Jungkook asked, checking the time realizing it was his lunch break. "I'll take a cab, don't worry," she assured, grabbing her phone and keys from the bedside table. "I'll drop you home, it'll be hard to get a cab at this time over here," Yoongi said, following after her into the hallway as Jungkook and Namjoon watched.

As she approached the elevator, Yn commented, not really trying to stop Yoongi from coming with her, "There's a thing called uber Yoongi, I'm sure I'll catch a cab." "Jesus woman, will you ever accept aid without a fight?" Yoongi moaned as he snatched her wrist and brought her downstairs to get his keys.

"Aish is so stubborn," Yn grumbled as she trailed behind him, her hand slipping into Yoongi's. They didn't seem to be aware that they were holding hands.

"Jin hyung will be so happy hearing about this," Jungkook exclaimed, watching Yn and Yoongi argue like an old, married couple while holding hands as they went to the hospital parking lot.

"They look cute, 10$ that they get back together by the end of the month," Namjoon bet, moving away from the window of the private room. "Hyung, you literally own the hospital, I'm just a flimsy intern, how could you expect me to pay 10$," Jungkook whined making Namjoon laugh as Yoongi’s car spedmout of the driveway.

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bitchassbucky · 3 years

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Warning/s: nsfw! (literally) stalkerish themes. dark!bucky x dark-ish!reader. cybercrimes being committed. f & m masturbation. sex toy (vibrator mention). this is kinda meta, tbh.

A/N: the long-awaited part two of .exe mwahaha. we're delving not-that-deep into bucky's little thingy methinks. as always, reblogs and comments are welcomed! <3

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Jesus Christ, you’re insatiable.

Bucky barely woke up when he caught you masturbating with a rabbit vibrator on your bed—laying on your stomach. The towel you thoughtfully laid on was folded halfway. He assumes that you’re a squirmer too when you come. The Friday night show was his favorite though, shame that he didn’t get any footage of it.

His dick is already hard but he’s got no time to waste just yet. Clicking open a screen recording app, he gets to work. Bucky’s already got some footage of you sleeping, cleaning up, and tidying your sheets. In his little mind palace, he’d never let you do any of these things—he’ll be the one to change the sheets, he’d tuck you in bed too.

Bucky let the program run on the desktop as he went to get his breakfast. His mind keeps drifting back to you in his office.

How do you like your coffee?

Do you even like coffee?

You look like a tea kind of person.

Maybe he’ll ask you for breakfast, as soon as he learns how your morning routine goes.

When he came back to his desk, the bed was already made up (again). He got worried for a second until your face came into the frame, your glasses fogged up with vapor.

You bring the laptop with you to the living room, along with a big mug of… something.

He’s gotta learn what you like so he can like it too.

On his side of the things, he sees that you keep your word processor running in the background. More work, perhaps? He hadn’t had the chance to check out your files just yet. He kept himself busy with your pictures and candids. Bucky had his favorites all printed out—he, of all people, knows that technology can’t be trusted, so why were you uploading these pictures of yourself?

There were ones taken in your bathroom, he presumes. On your bed. In the kitchen. By a fucking window, for crying out loud.

He wants to be the one to take these pictures, to imprint them into his memory. Seared in his brain. But not yet.

For now, he just needs to get back at making sure you’re safe in your apartment.

You’ve been staring and smiling at your phone for a while now.

What are you up to?

—

Turns out Mr. IT Guy isn’t very social-media savvy.

All his pictures are out in the open for everyone to see. You wonder what he’s like in private, then.

Maybe he likes posting candids of his new girlfriends and deleting them when it’s over? For a man who has a face of a god, you’d expect to see at least a girlfriend within the past few months.

But he doesn't. No corny pictures, no hashtags of anniversaries, no tagged photos.

You spent your morning working up yourself with your trusty vibe, the image of him fucking you by the kitchen sink fresh on your brain.

Holy shit, does he have that effect on everyone?

What if you wander into his office after a shift and you’d find him stroking his cock? Would you close the door and never speak of it? Maybe you’d smirk and walk over him, sinking down on your knees to suck him off.

God, now you’re all worked up again. Horny, hot, and bothered. That’s good though, then you’d have the energy to finish the chapter you left a week ago.

—

So you’re a writer by choice. Bucky knew that much.

What he wasn’t expecting though, is you write the most explicit things.

The all-white collar girl he met last week likes to get fucked roughly. Overstimulated. Choked. Gagged. Slapped. Spit on.

He’s gotta show you how to make love. Slow, sensual love. Preferably after the roughhousing, that is.

Oh, the things he’d do to you—how he’ll worship your body, head to the tip of your toes. Bucky wants to bury his cock between your lips and praise you for the good girl you are. He wants to let you know that you don’t need to be degraded in order to come.

You just need him.

Bucky’s cock twitches in his sweatpants, still painfully hard. The thick vein on the underside of his shaft protrudes, waiting for him to just fuck something warm.

His hand will do for now.

By the time he got his hand gripping the base of his cock, he’s got you in fullscreen. The recording app still running in the background.

You’re busy. Typing. Researching. Looking for words to replace ‘say.’ Your sleep shirt is loose on your soft frame.

Bucky focuses on you, then. Imagining you on your knees, right here in his apartment. You’d be wearing those glasses you have on. He knew he had a thing for girls with glasses.

He closes his eyes to indulge himself in his own movie.

Your tongue laying flat against his girth, drooling all over the thick base of his dick. He’d let you take your time licking, all the way from his balls to tip. Your lips would close around his leaking head, teasing and tasting his precum.

One of his ties would be around your wrists so you’d learn how to use your mouth.

Bucky swears to God that he felt your mouth closing in on his cock as he pistons his fist faster. A guttural moan spills out of his mouth as his toes curl, the carpet gripping the pads of his feet.

“God, fuck—Y/N.”

Bucky forgoes any kind of underwear last night, only dressing himself up with baggy sweatpants. It was for the better too. He doesn’t think he’d come so much from watching someone—well, not just someone—on the screen.

He sighs, wiping himself clean on the underside of his pants. He needs to do his laundry soon.

Bucky looks at your face longingly from his side of the screen; God, is this how long-distance couples feel?

Maybe he’ll shoot you a text later.

—

Unknown Number: I hope you’re doing well.

Unknown Number: How's your laptop?

Unknown Number: Shit, sorry, it’s Bucky from IT. :)

Your head spun in three different directions as the texts came in.

Hey, Bucky! I’m doing well. The laptop is too.

Was it too curt? Well, you didn’t want to come off too strong. It’s not like he’s been on your mind for the better half of your weekend morning.

Your stomach made a worrying flip as the message status turned Read 10:44 AM. But there was no typing bubble.

Whatever, you’re fine. You’re a busy girl. A strong, independent woman who—

IT Guy Bucky: Good! Just checking on you. We had some downtime due to system maintenance last night.

Oh, it’s work.

No problems on my end! You type in quickly, sending it. To be fair, all you had in common was a band.

Hey, I have a question. It’s not work-related.

—

Oh.

Oh, he fucked up, didn’t he?

Y/N: Do you know any restaurants near the office? I’m sick of eating take-out food. Other than the hipster hideyhole you told me.

Bucky breathed out a sigh of fucking relief when he read your text. He chuckles mostly at himself and composed a reply.

Yeah! I have a non-hideyhole spot a block away from the office. You wanna check it out sometime?

You already got inside jokes.

Is 11:30 good?

Yeah, Bucky types, a smile forming on his lips, 11:30 it is.

#bitchassbucky writes #dark!bucky x reader #dark!bucky x reader smut #dark!bucky x reader angst #dark!bucky x reader fluff #dark!bucky barnes x reader #dark!bucky barnes x reader smut #dark!bucky barnes x reader angst #dark!bucky barnes x reader fluff #dark!bucky #dark!bucky barnes

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simcatcher · 2 years

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Reminiscing about The Sims

Share how you discovered the Sims franchise & the very first sims game you played (e.g ts2)

Christmas 2003 or 5, I believe? I really suck at chronology. My dad hands me that big box which was the Sims Deluxe. Came with the editor and I was right into a Charmed phase, unaware of all the cc (I don’t even think we had internet at home back then lol)

You can trust I had remade all the show's cast and happily gave Prue an alternative life ^^

For those who've long known me, this is also the time my mind birthed Katie and put her into the game (she was inspired by Rose McGowan, because I have like never not used rl actors to illustrate my OCs)

had a lot of fun with that game but really it used to creep me out (especially the random night calls... brrr)

Then when I hit 13 I had this... person around my age I barely knew who had me playing ts2 for the 1st time. I remember being utterly amazed by all the possibilities and (i didnt even know what it was then) choice you had!! Yup, she just used cc but I thought, 'omg these aesthetics are just STUNNING'

Thats around when I knew I would give my soul up to get a copy from that game

Fortunately enough I didnt get to get there, patiently waited my 16th birthday (all that time spent to avidly watching sims machinimas, hoping I could make some one day) to buy myself that long awaited game.

Couldve had it earlier, maybe, but we didnt have any computer that would have let the game run (i almost killed one with a cracked copy once, got yelled at so loud I never did again lol). By 16 I just bought myself à laptop (which I only chose because it could run ts2)

This was an achievement. From that moment on, I never really quitted... Quite always have used the game for storytelling purposes though. it is only recently that I tried my hand at actually playing the game and actually liked it.

Should I tell you about ts3? I feel like it.

I got my copy of ts2 (tears and blood to get there really) around the time ts3 went out, 2010. I felt so frustrated that I never got whats best (typical tantrum girl) that I decided I hated ts3 for no particular reason. That boy in my class who was the rich kid (and quite into me) used to tease me with it all the time (in a attempt to get my attention and only harvesting a profound irritation)

For some reason it made me love ts2 even more. It was enough. It took me quite a long time to figure it out. I was enough, and so was that old game no one seemed to care about anymore.

Then, my cousin happened to get herself a copy of ts3 which she lent me!! I kinda miss that. It was just the basegame, 0 extensions and it was. Just. So. Smooth

Let me tell you all that hate faded away right away hehe. Twas my first real gameplay experience besides ts1. And then... mods and so on and Posemaker later.. it became my most hated and favourite tool for storytelling.

I think you know everything (:

Id like to tag @wannabecatwriter @martinessimblr @cindysimblr @whyhellosims @dynastiasimss and @nocturnalazure, pardon the possible double tag and feel free to ignore ofc.

Thanks for the tag @treason-and-plot ❤

Much Love

#the sims reminiscing tag #the sims #ana.txt

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forthegothicheroine · 3 years

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The King in Yellow, 1949

Much of this story is true. Warnings in the tags.

When I had pneumonia in my early teens, my mother brought home an armful of VHS tapes from the library to alleviate my misery. Knowing my snobbish preferences, she had grabbed copies of whatever she found in black and white. I remember something musical that I suspect was Busby Berkeley, I remember Mildred Pierce (a bad choice, as it turned out- the plot includes a young girl dying of pneumonia), and I remember a period piece called The King. I faded in and out of consciousness while I watched it, but it soothed me while I was awake and filled my fever dreams with sparkling images. I could never find it at the library again, nor at Hollywood Video or even early Netflix (once my father got the subscription service where you could order practically every DVD.) It was a bit odd that it seemed to be so obscure, given that it starred old Hollywood legend Ingrid Bergman (and, although I initially forgot it, Marlene Dietrich.) But even big stars make films that fall by the wayside in public memory, and it seemed that this was one of them. Google was no help, and at the time that was that.

I didn’t see the film again until I was watching Turner Classic Movies at my grandparents’ house. I loved watching that channel with them while filling out the crossword puzzle that came in their little TCM catalogue (all of it based on movie trivia, the only kind of crossword puzzle I’ve ever been any good at.) I recognized a certain scene where Bergman stood on a balcony, looking sadly at the moon. Her face had an expression of unutterable melancholy, and the crescent moon reflected in each of her eyes, giving the impression of two moons in one sky. I had very little time to catch up on what I’d missed before we had to go meet my cousins at the local Italian restaurant. I knew logically that the movie would be long over by the time we returned, but I turned on the channel anyway. Of course it had moved on to the lesser known Alfred Hitchcock film Stage Fright, but then I heard Marlene Dietrich sing before I could reach the remote to turn the tv off in disappointment. I knew that I had heard her sing before, and I knew it had been in The King.

Dietrich’s singing often comes across as somewhat campy today, with its Rs pronounced as Ws and it’s up-and-down tone. Madeline Kahn parodied it brilliantly in Blazing Saddles, such that it was a bit of a disappointment when I finally saw Dietrich’s western Destry Rides Again and found it to be lifeless and inconsistent next to the parody. Still, we remember her voice for a reason, and when I remembered it that night, I knew that its sardonic loneliness had rung through The King and made me shiver in my dreams.

The TCM schedule didn’t list The King in its time slot, but something else. If I had taken down the name, maybe it would have helped me find it. Sometimes the same movie runs under multiple names.

I didn’t see the film all the way through for many years, after I graduated college. I had found a web page that listed public domain film noir, including one called The Masked Guest. The website described it as a costume noir, and I curiously clicked on the link. Once I took in the credits running on the youtube window, my eyes grew wide and I did not move from my place on the bed until the movie had run its course.

The credits did indeed list it as The Masked Guest, but I recognized the strange repeating design on the title cards. They told me that in addition to starring Dietrich and Bergman, it was directed by Fritz Lang, and a character called The King was credited to “???” (I hadn’t seen that kind of credit since the first Karloff Frankenstein.) When the King finally appears on screen, though, it is unmistakably Orson Welles’s voice that booms out from behind his elaborate costume.

Here are the things I understand about The King, or The Masked Guest, or The Man in Yellow, or any other title I’ve found for it on public domain archive searches. Dietrich and Bergman play princesses named Cassilda and Camilla, respectively. Though Dietrich’s accent is German and Bergman’s is Swedish, they blend together to give the film the impression of being set somewhere on the map that I can’t quite find. The scenery and camera angles are very Freudian, with a great deal of archways and pillars.

The first act of The King involves frankly dull romantic plotlines, and the only thing that really saved it was the feeling that the suitors were supposed to be insipid, a suspicion lended credence by the fact that the love interests were listed so low on the credits. Dietrich is the scandalous sister and Bergman is the responsible one, though each takes on aspects of the other as the film goes on. Dietrich sings her song at a party, dressed in a fake 17th century gown and leaning against a piano. Although just a moment ago she had been laughing and joking with her gentleman friends, her song takes an abruptly serious tone (not seductive, not sentimental) as she tells the story of a city lost to time and memory. Bergman slips away from the party and onto the balcony, where we see that wonderful shot of the moon in her eyes. Is she mourning? Is she longing?

Dietrich cuts off the song by abruptly screaming “Not on us, King! Not on us!” She flees the party weeping and shaking, and from there on the film goes mad.

Though uncommon, it is not unknown for movies to switch between black and white and color, done most famously in The Wizard of Oz. The film The King recalls here is the silent Phantom of the Opera, which had a masqued ball scene tinted in shades of red and green that tried to provide a whole spectrum of color. The effect is even odder in the masqued ball scene in The King- the only color that appears is yellow, highlighting things like candlelight, Dietrich’s hair, a passing gown, a vase of tulips. It also highlights one particular masked figure, whose expressionless mask was decorated with a black pattern against a sickening yellow canvas- the same pattern I had seen in the opening credits. The color of his costume causes him to stand out from the crown even when he is far off in the background, just one head among many others. It must have taken long and painstaking hours of work to color in every frame.

Dietrich still seems broken up days after her song, though Bergman tries to coax her into joining the dance. Finally, at midnight, Dietrich goes out to face the party, but only to demand that every guest remove their mask. The yellow man with a voice that once warned America about a Martian invasion tells her that he wears no mask. Bergman reacts with disbelief, but Dietrich starts laughing like a woman unhinged. As she laughs, the yellow hue seeps out of the King’s clothing and face- if that really is his face- and begins to color the entire ballroom crowd. I think that what follows is bloodshed, but if there is any carnage (doubtful under the Production Code censorship), the blood must be tainted yellow and splashed across the camera like daubs of paint. Dietrich’s laughing face is doubled and tripled on screen until it dissipates, but even when it has faded offscreen, it feels as if her ghost continues to watch the proceedings.

By the end of the scene (filled with German Expressionist camera angles and mad violin screeching), only Bergman remains alive, cowering behind a grandfather clock. It does not hide her for long. The King steps towards her and extends his hand. Reluctantly, but with a fatalistic expression, Bergman takes his hand. They walk away together hand in hand. The screen shifts back into black and white, and then the credits roll before we can get a good look at all the bodies in the scene. The credits say it was based on a play called The King in Yellow, although Raymond Chandler of all people apparently had a hand in the screenplay.

As I said, that’s what I think I understand. It’s an oddly experimental art film for the era, and it may be awaiting rediscovery by the film festival crowd. I feel as if I alone know about it, though that obviously isn’t true. It is my little secret; I tell myself that my husband doesn’t need me to show it to him, it would be too odd for his taste. I’ve rewatched it many times, even if it seems like each time I search for it I have to find a different video platform or torrent. Naturally, no subscription site has it available. Maybe I am the last person who will ever watch it. Maybe no one will ever think to look for it again after me, and it will be completely forgotten.

When I was hospitalized, they let me use my laptop at night before I went to sleep (no power cord, though, in case I tried to hang myself.) I found a youtube link for The Man in Yellow, and I watched it every night. It wasn’t a soothing sort of movie, but having it in my mind all day and then watching it in the evening allowed me to think as opposed to crying endlessly while the other patients shot me awkward looks. I clutched the childhood stuffed animals my mother brought me when she visited, and I always held them extra tight when the masquerade scene started.

I watched the movie when I had to move away from my beloved San Francisco. I watched the movie when I lost the last of my grandparents. I watched the movie when a doctor unwisely took me off my medication and I couldn’t manage to eat for a month. I watched the movie when the whole world got sick and we all locked ourselves away from each other. I don’t mind that I don’t entirely know what it means. I don’t mind the nightmares. In the hospital they kept telling us about mindfulness exercises, and maybe the fact that I can focus on every aspect of the film so closely that all else falls away is the reason I keep coming back to it. I’m being mindful. I’m not letting any stray thoughts invade my head. I’m just watching and waiting for the next beat of every scene, leading inexorably to that yellow-stained bloodbath.

Streaming media doesn’t last forever, and each time I find The King, I worry that it will be the last time I ever can find it. My efforts to download it have so far been unsuccessful, odd considering that it is in the public domain.

When I watch The King, I am once again a child in my bedroom being cared for in the throes of agonizing sickness. I am once again sitting on the couch with my grandparents in front of the tv, both of them alive and lucid again. I am once again in the hospital, all alone except for my stuffed animals and the staff trying to keep me alive. The film reflects in my eyes like the crescent moon in Ingrid Bergman’s gaze. It sings to me.

I am determined to find a way to obtain The King under any name so that I never have to worry about losing it. During some of the worst times in my life, it is the only thing that has kept me sane.

#the king in yellow #cw mental illness #cw disordered eating #cw institutionalization #cw suicide

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justcourttee · 3 years

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could you do one where dami and mari are dating but they havent told the waynes yet and they keep seeing hints of their relationship (like clothes around the place, dami talking to on the phone and smiling, stuff like that) but they cant figure out whats happening!!!! the ice prince is softening and theyre like wtf!!!

I’m sorry, it’s a little different. I got carried away! I hope you still like it!

Tim is Like a Genius or Something..

It was official. Tim had lost it.

At least that was the sentiment the family shared as they watched him tumble down the rabbit hole that he had sprawled out across the dining room table.

“-and then he smiled at me. At me! That has never happened before, at least not a genuine one.” He paused to catch his breath, allowing his theory to sink in.

“Timmy, don’t you think you’re giving the boy too much credit?” Jason was the only one able to voice what they all were thinking, at least the one with the best chance of not getting their head torn off. “I mean, he has trouble communicating with his own gender and now you’re telling me he’s been able to woo his female lab partner?”

Tim slammed his hands on the table in frustration before sinking back into the chair he had started in. For weeks now he had been gathering evidence of his brother’s oddities and for weeks he had been haunted by a softer and friendlier Damian.

“Think about it guys, please!”

His pleads seemed to fall on deaf ears as one by one they left the table, each offering their own look of sympathy until he was the only one in the room. It wasn’t long until he himself had given up, collecting his pictures from the table, tearing them in half one by one.

Maybe Dick was right. His hallucinations were getting the better of him. After all, even if Damian was changing, it couldn’t be because of one girl, right?

Absolutely nobody in the world could wield enough power to reign in a demon such as him. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Tim had survived another week of hallucinations. He had tried sleeping more, laying off his coffee, and even cutting his hours back from Wayne Enterprises. But as he sat in the kitchen, going through his emails, his mind remained drowning in thoughts of his replacement.

“Timmy, do you know who this jacket belongs to? The ladies say it’s not theirs and if it’s one of Brucie’s night friends, I bet it’s worth thousands.”

Tim spared a glance from his laptop to where Jason stood in front of him, his fist clenched around a small black pullover. He had half the mind to wave him off when something pink flashed from the corner of his eye.

“Jason, let me see the jacket.”

Jason tossed it, his face cautious as if Tim were about to dart with his next paycheck, but it was the furthest thought in the younger Wayne’s mind.

“The girl that Damian is always bringing over, it belongs to her. His lab partner.”

“You mean Marinette? Damn, then I probably won’t make much off of it. Guess I’ll probably give it back next time I see her.”

Tim waited, his face showcasing the perplexion he felt as Jason seemed to walk away thoughtlessly. How he could come to the same conclusion that he did? How? It felt like it was so obvious.

“No.” His voice was firm, barely above a whisper as he shook off the thought, returning to his laptop. He agreed that he would drop it and that’s what he was going to do. “Marinette was just a nice girl trying to help out Damian and he probably views as some intriguing toy, yeah, that’s all.”

Besides, it was just one jacket and why would he want to damn the girl over one jacket.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . He should have damned her. That was the only thought that plagued his mind as he listened to the conversation at breakfast.

“Did you guys know that the Demon uses his phone during patrol?”

Bruce looked up from his paper, his face a mixture of disappointment and interest.

“Can you elaborate Dick? What do you mean by uses his phone?”

“Exactly that! We took a break on a roof in our sector and right as I was about to turn around to ask him where we should check next, he was answering a phone call! We sat on that roof for an hour because he said ‘he couldn’t hang up yet’.”

Tim nearly choked on his coffee as he slammed his mug into the table earning a glance from both the men.

“Richard, who was calling him?”

“Hmm? You know, I tried asking him but he waved me off instead.”

“You mean he didn’t try to tear your head off?” Tim watched in horror as Dick shook his head in denial, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Maybe he finally has a friend other than Jon!”

Bruce nodded as if the notion weren’t completely insane, his eyes returning the newspaper in his hands. Dick smiled, returning to his crossword as if there was nothing wrong with the world as if he didn’t drop the largest bombshell in history.

“This is so wrong, why can’t any of you see how wrong this is?”

Neither spared him a glance as they continued their morning routines with thoughtless giddy expressions.

At this point, Tim wasn’t sure he could drop it anymore. There was so much evidence piling up, so much pointing that Damian obviously liked the girl at least. Why was he the only one who could see that?

It was decided. The next time Marinette came over, he was confronting this once and for all.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Tim waited and waited. Weeks passed between her last visit to the manor. Damian had left several times and random hours of the day, always giving him vague answers as to where he was going. It was as if the little demon read his mind and decided it was safer to meet her outside the manor.

He was so close to giving up when a truly diabolical thought crossed his mind. His smile was sinister as he approached Bruce’s office, his plan foolproof. He gave a slight knock on the door, two voices asking him to enter.

“Hey Bruce, Dick. I was just thinking the other day, we haven’t seen Marinette around lately. You both know that Damian is terrible at keeping up with his acquaintances. Maybe we should invite her for dinner one night! I mean, we all adore her, right? She is such a good influence for Damian too.”

It was like clockwork. Both Dick and Bruce jumped on the opportunity each pulling out their phones to let both kids know the details of when this dinner party would occur. As Tim left out the room, he couldn’t help the hysterical giggle that escaped from his lips. For good measure, he made sure to linger by Damian’s room, awaiting the reaction he was longing to hear. Surely enough, a soft ‘shit’ could be heard followed by heavy footsteps echoing as if he was pacing his room. It was the best sound Tim had heard in weeks.

Three agonizing days passed before Tim found himself waiting at the manor door to welcome Marinette into the manor. Damian had volunteered to bring her to the dining room himself, but Tim argued that it would be rude if not a single one of them were also there to greet her. In the end, Tim and Dick were volunteered to accompany one angry demon to see Marinette to the dining hall.

“Thank you so much for having me! I was surprised when I received a call from not just Damian, but you too Dick. I was under the impression that Damian hadn’t said anything yet.”

Damian’s face paled as his eyes darted to Dick’s as if Marinette said something damning. Tim caught onto immediately, his eyes also watching Dick’s face for any indication that he had realized the weight in her statement.

“Said anything? You mean about your friendship? Well, it’s impossible to pry anything from him, but we couldn’t let him keep you all to himself!”

In all of his blissful ignorance, he turned on his heel, dragging Marinette with him, chatting idly about whatever came to mind. Damian raced after him, his face a mixture of panic and hatred. It was a sight that warmed Tim to his core.

All dinner he watched as Damian stirred the conversation off Marinette only for someone to inevitably bring it right back. He relished in Damian nearly pulling his own hair out to ensure no one asked the question that Tim had been pressing for weeks now.

As the night drew to an end, Damian couldn’t rush her out of the manor fast enough. The doors slammed shut with a loud thud ricocheting through everyone’s ears.

“So, we’re in agreeance right?”

Tim turned his attention to where Jason leaned against the entryway, his lazy smirk building hope in the younger boy’s chest.

“Very much. They are definitely courting, or what is the phrase you call it now? Dating? Hangin’?” Bruce chuckled at his own joke before his gaze dropped to meet Tim’s. “It looks like we owe you an apology.”

Words never sounded more beautiful to Tim, he honestly felt like he might shed a tear. A heavy weight caused him to stumble as Dick threw himself onto Tim’s back.

“Tim is like a genius or something, right guys? I mean who would have ever guessed that Damian had a girlfriend! Hey, do you think they’ll get married? Does that mean at this point Damian is your best chance at getting grandkids?”

Tim dealt with the picking and jokes and the onslaught of fake apologies as they remained crowded in the entrance, waiting for Damian’s return. To him, none of it mattered as much as seeing his replacement’s face the minute they walked through the door.

After all, it was a large reward for a small price to pay. It all comes with being a genius.

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hanii-rose · 3 years

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Hi there! I would first like to say I’m a huge fan of both your art and your writing~ your posts make my brain release the happy chemicals ♡

If it’s ok I was wondering if I could request Garou with a shy s/o who works up the courage to surprise him by wearing lingerie?? (〃ω〃) only if you want to tho of course

tysm, ily!

✯Lingerie Fever✯

Garou × Fem!Reader

You stood in front of the pristine glass window of the only adult shop in your district, wishfully eyeing the beautifully assorted contents on the other side of it. The pretty little store mannequins stood proudly, in poses you could never pull off, wearing provocative attire, some adorning cuter variations while others had more sexy designs.

This whole situation was strange. People passed by behind you giving you strange looks as you wiggled anxiously near the store window.

You were too occupied to notice their stares, too invested in your own thoughts to care about your surroundings.

Your lover, Garou was out at work, earning a living for the two of you which left you home alone. With nothing to do but watch mindless television, you had opted to go for a little outing.

•••

You had gained an interest in intimate apparel on a lazy Monday, after your boyfriend had left for work and you stumbled upon a romantic advice blog while leisurely surfing the web on your laptop.

'How to Make Your Boyfriend the Happiest in the World!'

Having nothing interesting to do, you clicked on the link, intrigued by the title. The first few tips it gave were fairly ordinary.

'You can only touch a man's heart through his stomach!' or 'Men love complements on their hair and outfit'. Nothing too surprising came up, until you had reached the absolute end of the blog. Suddenly, you found yourself flustered at the blush inducing words on your screen.

'A man cannot resist a woman in erotic attire...'

That last little tip had sent you into a shameless daydream as you thought about it more and more. You? Dress up in sexy clothes for Garou? Was the room getting hotter or were you just overheating?

But the more you pondered on the shameless idea, the more it started to occur to you that the only time you ever dressed up for him was on Valentine's Day and even then it was just a cute dress or a pretty frock.

But nothing sexy...

•••

You squinted and stuck your tongue out, trying to read the price tags from outside of the store but had no luck. The numbers were way too small.

A clerk, while dusting inside the shop noticed your strange behaviour and ran over to open up the door. She watched you peculiarly for a few seconds before speaking.

"Uh ma'am, if you're looking for a set you should come inside. We have a lot to choose from!"

You jumped in surprise and frantically waved your hands in front of you, blabbing out no's.

"Ack- I uh, no no. It's ok! I was just looking!"

The shop lady smiled and gestured for you to head inside with her. Her brown bob bounced as she jovially explained.

"If you were looking, you were obviously interested. Come in and I'll show you some that'll really suit you!"

You gulped and hesitantly nodded, following the saleswoman into the store. Walking through the doors, your eyes landed on the exquisite bras and panties. You gasped quietly, unable to comprehend the sheer erotic beauty of all of them.

"A-a-are these...real?"

The woman chuckled at you, her hand coming up to stifle the noise.

"What a silly question! Of course they're real."

You scratched your neck, embarrassed at your naivety and lack of knowledge about erotic clothing.

"What's your name?"

You blinked a few times and shyly answered.

"O-oh, I'm Y/N."

"Well Y/N, how about you take a look around. I'll be right here behind the counter waiting for you when you're finished."

You shyly nodded, flashing her a small smile.

You took a deep breath, making up your mind.

'Ok Y/N! No more shyness! Just choose one you like! Garou will love it too...right?'

You shook your head and continued to observe the clothes.

A tall skinny mannequin with her hand on her hip, wore a black, lacy set, crotchless and sexy. A bit too sexy for you...

The one next to it, a shorter bustier dummy adorned a pink satin nightie, white lace around the edges but showed off too much cleavage at first glance. Whoa, that's a lot of exposure!

Another one that caught your eye stood in the middle of the room, a spotlight highlighting it's intricate features, obviously the most beautiful one in the store.

An adorable white baby doll two piece, satin bows and tulle flowers lined the tips, strings to tighten and loosen twisted up the front. Two innocent little ruffle crew socks came with the stunning set, perfecting it.

Your eyes sparkled in awe, your brain screamed 'this is the one!'

Your mouth agape, you eyed the pretty mannequin, looking for a price.

"This is your first time buying, isn't it?"

You broke out of your trance, turning to look at the saleswoman with a sheepish grin.

"Y-yes. I've never really had the um... interest in these sorts of things..."

"Ah, I see. Well, did you find the one you want?"

You nodded your head, avoiding eye contact with her.

You hesitantly pointed to the one you liked and spoke.

"I r-really liked that one. Is there one in m-my s-size?"

You could barely speak without stuttering, much too shy.

"Of course. You have good taste for a first-timer. It's pricey but worth it."

You took a deep breath and shakily asked for the price.

"That one's our latest model, inported all the way from (foreign country). It costs more than most of the other ones here."

You took in the information, still curious to see if you could afford it.

"It's 12000 yen. But I assure you, the price isn't the only thing that's high quality."

You slumped your shoulders, already defeated at hearing the cost of the pair.

"I-its so much for a bra and underwear..."

You whined quietly to yourself, dejected. Who would carry around so much money. You'd have to hit up an ATM somewhere, but the nearest one was four blocks away.

The day wasn't getting any brighter either and you'd have to be home before Garou to avoid any awkward questions about your whereabouts.

You sighed, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

"C-can I come back for this one next week?"

You bashfully played with your fingers while asking.

"Well, it's an exquisite piece, I'm not sure if I can hold it off for you for more than a day or two..."

She apologized but you assured her it was not an issue. Looks like you'd have to buy it earlier and hide it in your shared closet, at least until the time was right.

You had returned home a while back, changed into one of Garou's white t-shirts and began preparing for dinner. Garou had come home not long after you, completely oblivious to your little outing. You had decided against telling him, it would only lead to unwanted questions.

While stirring the curry pot, your thoughts went back to that stunning piece that awaited you in that lingerie store. It was so pretty, you wanted it now. Not just for Garou but for yourself as well.

As of now, Garou rested peacefully in your bedroom, so very tired from working so hard. He's the sweetest guy you'd ever met, well after you had gotten to know him.

To others he might look like a brute, scary and standoffish, but to you...

He was perfect. Flawed, but perfect.

Putting the lid back on and turning off the stove, you quietly made your way to where Garou slept, tip-toeing over and standing next to where he snored.

He looked so relaxed, it almost made you want to curl up next to him, but then nobody would eat that amazing beef curry you had prepared. You'd have to wake him up, you almost felt bad.

Nudging his shoulder with your hand, you tried pushing him to stir him out of sleep but he stayed snoring, turning around and hiding his face with his arm.

You internally groaned. This time you tried quietly whispering him awake.

"G-Garou... Garou, wake up."

He whined ruggedly, and shifted again turning back to you, still asleep.

"Don't you want dinner?"

He sleepily shook his head, too tired to verbally respond.

You rubbed your face with your palms aggressively. He's just so cute!

You looked at him with adoration, a gentle smile gracing your lips. He's not waking up anytime soon, might as well give him a little kiss.

Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you lowered your head downwards and placed a sweet peck on his cheek, giggling to yourself as you rushed to the kitchen to set the table and let your boyfriend sleep for a few more minutes.

You took out the silver forks and spoons, washing them and readying them to place on the dinner table next to the served plates of curry and rice.

"All this time we've been together and all ya' give me is a kiss on the cheek?"

Came a familiar voice, deeper than normal.

"O-oh, Garou! You surprised me..."

You whispered shyly, clutching the silverware closer to your chest.

"D-dinner, I mean... I made curry for dinner."

"Sit, I'll get you a glass of water..."

Garou seated himself down onto his usual chair and waited for you to completely get the table ready.

"That colour. It looks good on ya'..."

After shakily pouring water into Garou's jug and your cup, you finally took a seat, straightening yourself out.

"Thank you, Garou..."

You thanked, happy that he thought you were appealing.

"How was work?"

Garou shrugged, same old, same old.

"And you? What'd you do?"

You played with your food, pushing the curry around with your spoon, cutely shrugging, not speaking one bit.

"Yer' actin' awfully weird. Somethin' wrong?"

You shook your head and gulped nervously, shifting your line of sight from his face to your plate. Clearing your throat, you took a large spoonful and chewed, trying to avoid answering his question.

"Yer' so cute..."

Garou's voice retained its deep pitch, possibly becoming even lower than before.

"Ya' know, I just woke up so I ain't fallin' asleep anytime soon..."

You swallowed the mouthful and tilted your head, waiting for him to finish his sentence.

Garou raised a brow, smirking.

"We could..."

...

After the realization of what he actually meant hit you, you snorted while taking a sip from your cup, falling into a coughing fit in your seat. As soon as the coughing stopped, you spoke, surprised at his suggestion.

"W-what? I-ok, uh..."

"We don't need'ta if ya' dont wanna..."

You calmly shook your head and reached over the table, placing your petite hand over his.

"N-no, I mean we can... that sounds, that sounds good..."

You bashfully confirmed, smiling, avoiding his gaze.

"Well then, start chewin' faster cus' once I'm done, there won't be any time to finish yer' food..."

Your flushed, your body becoming hot as you fidgeted in your seat.

You took a deep breath of air before pushing open the glass doors, entering the building.

That morning, after Garou had gone off to work, you picked up your keys and your purse, running to the bank to withdraw just enough money for the lingerie piece you liked.

Today, you were going to buy it!

You had been prepping yourself up for it since last night, thinking about how much better the night would've been if you had worn something like that. Not that it wasn't amazing without it, it was. With Garou, it always was, but you wanted to contribute to his pleasure too!

You spotted the woman from before and slowly walked up to her, tapping her on the shoulder.

She looked up from her leaning position over the cash counter, took out her earbuds and cast you a knowing look.

"So, you're here for the set I presume?"

Nodding, you fidgeted, shyly smiling in excitement.

"Thought so..."

The woman led you to the changing rooms and you followed.

"So your partner, what're they like?"

"W-well, he's very strong and cool..."

You shyly twirled your hair, while walking, going deeper into the store.

"And...he's really handsome and c-cute."

"He's also smart... sometimes..."

The saleswoman chuckled and halted in front of the changing room door.

"Sounds like a catch."

You chuckled softly. Yes, yes he is.

"I'll bring some sizes and colors over, tell me which one fits best and we'll pack it up, kay'?"

"Thank you. You're so kind..."

"Don't mention it."

The woman promptly left to go fetch you every variation of the babydoll set, and you excitedly tried on each one.

After going through what seemed like thirty different colours of the same piece, you finally found one that suit you just right, and it was in a colour Garou actually appreciated you in.

You absolutely loved it!

You stood near the register, happily paying for the lingerie. The woman proceeded to securely pack it for you, chuckling at your eagerness.

"Stay confident in this piece, it really suits you!"

She pumped you up, giving you a boost of confidence that you really needed. This feeling was so amazing, like nothing could ruin your day!

It was so empowering!

Is this how men feel?

Vigorously bowing, you thanked her for her service and enthusiastically pushed open the shop doors, exiting the establishment.

A couple of days had passed since you had purchased the fine piece of clothing, hiding it meticulously at the very back of your closet, where Garou could never find it.

You contemplated whether tonight was an appropriate time to wear it. It was a glorious Sunday and Garou had come home an hour ago from mingling among his colleagues. The boys had held some get-together today and he was invited, acting as if it was something dreadful but secretly, you knew he was excited to have friends.

Garou laid under you on the bed, sprawled out, taking up most of it. You laid on top of his chest facing him, one of his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you flush against him.

"Garou, did you have fun with your friends today?"

He gave a single affirmative nod.

"What did you guys do?"

He shrugged, explaining bluntly.

"Sat around with a case of cola at the bridge..."

"Had a drinking contest, which I won."

Obviously.

"No one can finish five cokes in ten seconds like you can."

You could feel Garou smirking as his arm around your waist got tighter and his free hand came to squeeze your cheek.

"You know it, sweetheart..."

He left an airy kiss at your temple and you happily wrapped your arms around his neck.

"I missed you a lot today."

You sheepishly admitted, burying your face into his chest, revelling in his scent.

"I couldn't stop thinkin' about ya' either..."

✯✯✯

You lifted your head to face him, interested in what he had to say.

"Believe me when I say I was itchin' to come home..."

Oh, his voice just lowered in tone. You gulped.

"All I could think about was you under me."

"Y-you're just saying that!"

Garou chuckled, his chest shaking under you as he did so.

"Now, why would I do that?"

"Because you like teasing me!"

He snickered, pulling you into a make-out session, tongue and all.

Before things could get too heated, you sat upright on his belly, hands pushing on his chest to keep him down.

Now would be the perfect time to show him the lingerie...

"What's wrong! Not feelin' it today?"

You shook your head and carefully got off of him. You opened up your wooden closet, slipping out the plastic bag that contained the special clothes.

Garou quirked a scruffy brow, confusion evident on his chiseled face.

"What the hell are ya' doin?"

You didn't answer. He'll find out soon enough.

"W-wait here, please..."

Garou obeyed your timid command and waited, sitting up at the edge of the bed, hunched over.

A considerable amount of time had passed and Garou pondered on whether to go look for you. What's takin' so long? Did you faint or somethin'?

You stood in your bathroom, adorning the dazzling lingerie, checking yourself out in the tall standing mirror. You thought you looked pretty good. You hoped Garou would appreciate you too...

Heaving out a nervous sigh, you anxiously strode back to your bedroom, stopping in front of the doorframe.

Garou heard your shuffling footsteps and looked up, eyes going from bored to shocked in a matter of seconds.

"Wha-what's all this?"

His voice sounded light, fluttering almost. His eyes stayed wide and shimmering and mouth hung open. Garou's cheeks began turning warmer, a darker shade than usual, catching your eye.

You shyly fidgeted near the door, fingers nervously twiddling in front of you.

A smile graced your features and Garou outstretched a hand and you placed your palm in his. He pulled you closer to him to see everything in better detail. You stood in front of his seated form holding his hand.

"I, I thought you'd like it so I..."

You murmured softly, glancing at his face to see his reaction.

"Yeah, I do. Ya' look...."

He bit his lip, looking you up and down. His free hand circled your hip, admiring the intricate lace that hung around your panties.

"...I can't say."

His hand glided over your stomach, fingers wrapping around the cup of your designer bra.

"Feels so good to touch."

You turned warmer, shuddering at his fluttering brushes.

"I-I want you t-to touch me..."

A meek sigh left your lips as he squeezed and rubbed your breast, his other hand keeping you still by your thigh.

"C'mere."

You gently sat down next to him, the mattress springing as you did. Bringing your fingers to his lips, he kept his nose pressed against them.

"This is a dream..."

"Yer' a dream..."

Garou's eyes watched as the netted flowers at the edge of your bra tickled your skin. He observed curiously, your movement, the shudders and mewls as he held your shoulder closer to him, squeezing and massaging your chest.

Your own fingers glazed over his semi-erect bulge and Garou groaned in satisfaction.

"It's been so long since we last did it..."

His statement prompted a chuckle and you replied.

"It's only been a few days..."

Garou's cheeks darkened even more and he wittily responded to your claim.

"A few days too many."

He kissed your neck, slowly trailing downwards until he reached your exposed shoulders, nipping at the soft flesh.

"Yer' too much for me."

He expressed everything lightly, his voice a mere whisper in your ears.

But, as if a switch had been flipped, his personality suddenly no longer remained tooth-rottingly sweet. Instead, emerged a growl from his throat, after which he let the most obscene words leave his mouth.

"Yer' tits look so good that way..."

He kissed the exposed surface of your breast, his eyes immediately darting to yours to capture your reaction.

You sighed in pleasure, his kisses and touches becoming more lewd each second.

Now, he sounded serious and much more domineering.

"Damn, those panties are too small for yer' ass!"

You took everything with humility, accepting his shameless complements.

It wasn't until his last statement that you felt really embarrassed.

His voice commanded you, instructed you deeply and slowly.

"Now, get on that bad and don't move until I get back with the camera..."

✯✯✯

Safe to say, Garou was really pleased with you that night. The two of you had gone at it till the break of dawn and now laid peacefully in each others embrace. Garou had stopped at nothing last night, having you so close in the clothes you were wearing just for him.

He had thought you looked absolutely ethereal in that babydoll piece, looking so innocently sexy. It was enough to keep him going for hours without end.

The two of you had definitely explored each others intimacy that night, broke some limits but enjoyed each other nonetheless.

After that experience, Garou demanded more and you happily provided. He couldn't get enough of you.

••End••

Bonus:

Garou carefully eyed the extravagant sets of garments lined up in front of him, some bolder and some more modest, all with different patterns and sizes. Holding a plastic bag containing your tasteful set of lingerie, he treaded deeper into the shop to look for a new one for you.

He wondered which one would suit you, pondering on the idea that you would want a sexier variation this time.

The establishment he walked through was the only one in his city, a rather renowned one at that. He didn't even know a store like this existed where he lived.

For now, he remained confused on which one he should get. They all seemed good and he thought virtually anything looked good on you. He was so lost in thought, it took him a while to notice someone had tapped him on the shoulder.

"Looking for anything in particular?"

A saleswoman stood behind him, waiting for an answer.

"Yeah, got anything like this but in this exact size?"

She asked him familiar questions about his lover and he answered shortly, somewhat annoyed at her prying.

The woman smirked, showing him almost all of the lingerie that the store had, especially the ones that would look good on you.

By the time Garou was done looking through everything, he had already found one he really liked and was in the process of purchasing it at the front desk.

The same woman kept a constant smirk on her face while scanning, removing the tags and packing the clothes up.

Garou hurriedly thanked her and pushed open the front door of the store, ready to depart.

Just then, a voice from behind him spoke out, making him turn his head with surprised eyes and a pretty pink blush on his cheeks.

"Say hello to Y/N for me!"

_________________________________________

Ahhh, finally it's out. Now, I sleep. Nah jk I have other ones to finish ಥ‿ಥ

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peppers-writing · 3 years

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Robot Vampire

CatShifter!Jaskier and poor Advice Columnist/Witcher Geralt

Tags: nudity but in a casual oh yeah i��m naked oh well let’s cuddle, fluff, humor

Written for flashfic whoo; thank you to @resident-beekeeper, @astaticworld, @king-finnigan, and @the-third-bard for helping me out w/ this one.

On A03 here.

“Stop it.”

The ball of fur writhes furiously by his hand.

“Jaskier, I said stop.” Geralt wonders how life keeps throwing him the slimiest, most rotten of bones.

“Ow! Fuck, no biting!” Jaskier snaps his jaw and turns away to curl in on himself. Geralt goes back to typing. The article’s due by the weekend and it sadly will not write itself. When he’d signed up to be a journalist, Geralt’d figured they’d just have him writing the monster and or pet forum. Easy work.

Sadly, he’d been hired as an advice columnist, an agony aunt. Even sadder, Jaskier refuses to turn back into his human form today.

He’s distracted by a soft paw rubbing against the back of his hand. Pitiful, pitiful eyes look up at him, ears flattened and oh no. Geralt takes a deep breath and steels himself. “No, I already gave you all of my salami.”

Jaskier gives him the dirtiest look with his startling blue eyes and Geralt makes a note to check his shoes for surprises before he puts them on. He shifts on the bed, sitting with his legs criss-crossed underneath him.

His flatmate... Geralt should’ve known. The rent was too cheap and the ad was only looking for nonhumans. Geralt should have known, but Lambert had done a background check and he hadn’t said. It’s no excuse; Geralt should’ve known that there was something up with the shit-eating grin on Lambert’s face when he’d given him the go ahead.

The ginger cat burrows under his wrist, tail flicking idly as he reads what Geralt’s got on his screen. Jaskier adores Geralt’s job, the dirty drama he gets on a daily basis soothes his flea-ridden soul.

This week’s question is an especially wonderful one.

Dearest White Wolf,

My partner is a doppler. I, of course, have no problem with this— I love them with my entire being, I could wax poetic on their beauty, inner and out. But dating a doppler does come with its issues. Namely, I keep forgetting their latest face. Now, it’s a spooky thing waking up to a face you don’t know. I thought I was giving them a kiss good morning, but when I opened my eyes, it was a face I’d never seen and I yelped before promptly falling off the bed.

Now, my partner won’t stop laughing at me for it. They take one look at me before bending over in laughter. They’re beautiful when they laugh, I love them incredibly, but I would like to cuddle them without having them shake in barely-contained laughter behind me. Just for one night.

Please advise, Wolf. I await your answer.

Yours,

Touch-Starved

Jaskier yowls from beside him, clicking his teeth at the screen where Geralt has one awful sentence written.

Dear Touch-Starved,

I am sorry to hear that.

Thank you,

White Wolf

The cat chitters at his reply, no doubt adding embellishments and cooing over the nature of Touch-Starved’s relationship but it’s in Cat and Geralt, luckily, does not speak it.

“Will you shut up if I give you scritches?” Jaskier yowls before tilting his chin up. His tiny head presses into Geralt’s giant hand as he pets his flatmate. He continues to type with his left hand with his friend successfully distracted.

Dear Touch-Starved,

I am sorry to hear that. Take a picture of their face

Thank you,

White Wolf

His hand is very suddenly attacked by a blur of orange and claw.

Dear Touch-Starved,

I am sorry to hear that. Take a picture of their faceakdfhadsf

Thank you,

White Wolf

Geralt is a monster hunter by profession (the writing’s a side job, to pay the rent and the like) so he does not yelp. When Jaskier will inevitably make fun of him later, he will deny it because he is a monster hunter by profession and Jaskier’s accusations are untrue because he did not yelp.

He picks Jaskier gently, cupping his legs and furry ass as he brings him to face level. “You’re a bastard,” he tells him, voice even, “Please let me work, bastard man.” Jaskier, impossibly, rolls his eyes and hops out of his hands and onto his head. He makes a nest of it and settles down comfortably. Geralt rolls his own eyes and turns back to his work, praying for a text from Vesemir. Where was a kikimora-that-wants-to-eat-you when he needed one?

The document stares at him.

Dear Touch-Starved,

I am sorry to hear that. Take a picture of their face. Set it onto the lock-screen of your phone.

Thank you,

White Wolf

He stares back. Jaskier’s tail brushes against his ear. It’s good enough, time to move onto the next one. It’s a miracle they pay him for this shit; something about his straightforward, gruff answers keep his readers entertained.

Jaskier meows from his perch, before hopping down onto his lap. “What, am I not giving you enough attention?” He scratches behind his friend’s ear and rubs his hand down his back and up his tail. “I don’t know why I put up with you, stinky bastard man. You're an awful, stinky bastard man, I don't know why I do.” The shapeshifter yowls and pounces on him; Geralt very suddenly finds himself flat on the bed with a naked Jaskier on his chest, scowling down at him.

“I do not smell!”

Geralt throws his head back and stares at the ceiling, contemplating his life briefly. He looks up again at his friend, his brown hair mused and his blue eyes annoyed. “You’re awful, get off of me.”

“Not until you admit I don’t smell! I may be a small furred animal at times, Geralt,” he pokes a finger into Geralt’s breastbone none too gently, “but I do not smell.”

Geralt groans, long-suffering. “You’re right. You don’t, now get off of me.” Jaskier looks at him a moment longer.

“No, I don’t think I will.” His eyes shine. He lays down, resting his cheek against Geralt’s chest, and settles in. “It's quite warm here.” Geralt could push him off if he wanted to. He considers it briefly and doesn't.

“You’d be warmer if you put clothes on.” Jaskier peers up at him, brows scrunched before his face smoothes out as if just now realizing the feeling of his air-chilled iron nips press against Geralt's chest. He contemplates, shrugs, and settles in again.

Geralt flutters his eyelids in annoyance even if he doesn’t mean it much, and pulls his duvet over to cover his friend. He closes his laptop with his big toe and wraps his arms around his friend’s waist.

Jaskier makes a happy noise and snuggles into the warmth.

The doppler issue can wait until tonight. Geralt shifts and settles in for an afternoon nap with his dumb shifter friend.

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dwaynepride · 4 years

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misery loves company

summary: after a very hard case, tony finally comes around to your apartment.

words: 890

warnings: none

tags: @jrenn10 @andreasworlsboring101 @dressed-up-just-like-z1ggy @ms-allenbrown @ikbenplant @dylpickles1267 @diaryofafan17 @specialagentlokitty @pageofultron @stanathanxoox

The elevator ride up to your apartment was long and quiet, and Tony’s shocked he didn’t fall asleep right up against the wall.

Instead, he spent the ride pondering the ethics of working a federal agent so hard, he nearly passes out on the ride home. Would Gibbs spare his life if he went to HR about these long hours? Probably not. Though, to be fair, Tony’s already dead on his feet. He didn’t even notice the elevator doors open until they started to shut, and he had to thrust a hand between them so he doesn’t get stuck.

Tony doesn’t bother knocking first. He simply turns the knob of your front door, and if he were more awake, he’d be a little annoyed that it was unlocked. Surely you’d know by now, with all of Tony’s horror stories from work, to keep it locked up tight.

Or maybe you were just waiting for him. Yeah, he chooses to believe the second one.

He hears your voice call out his name, echoing from the bedroom. And Tony knows he outta reply, lest he scare you into believing he was breaking-and-entering. “Mmmmmm......” Tony hums out loud. He can’t muster up words while he’s walking.

Whether or not you heard him doesn’t matter, because he pushes the bedroom door open and immediately spots you sitting up in bed. You’re looking at him, illuminated by a lamp and the screen of your laptop. And after an entire day of McGee’s face, yours is a very welcomed change. “You scared me,” you tell him scoldingly.

“Mmm,” he hums once again

You scoff as he approaches the bed. And as Tony flops down belly-first into it, he swears he’s laying on a cloud. The only sleep he’s gotten has been a couple minutes slumped over on his desk, only to get slapped in the back of the head by Gibbs before he got any real rest.

The bed, however...it was as close to heaven as he’s ever experienced. Soft, warm, and most importantly, smelling like you. The brand of detergent you use mixed in with that sleepy version of your scent that Tony has become very well accustomed to. His eyes close, and he allows himself to get lost in being utterly surrounded by you.

That is until your fingers drop down into his hair, running through the strands, and Tony realizes that the real thing is right here. Right beside him.

His head immediately comes up, eyes hazy but looking up to you. Half your focus is on the damn laptop, but you notice and offer him a light smile. “Busy day, huh?” You ask. The understatement of a lifetime.

“Mhm,” Tony replies as he forces his tired limbs to move. Coming under him so he can lazily bear crawl up the bed towards you.

“You just gonna hum the entire night, or are you gonna talk to me?”

He doesn’t reply, because he doesn’t know the answer to that.

Tony doesn’t stop crawling until his head rests against your arm. A warm sensation that pulls a deep sigh from his lungs. It’s been a good few days since Tony’s been over here to visit you. Even longer since you’ve shared your bed with him. Just laying here beside you while you work is a blessing, in itself.

But of course, Tony being Tony, it’s not enough.

Your attention is still on the laptop. His eyes aren’t working too well, right now, so he can’t tell exactly what you’re working on. Whatever it is, it can’t be more important than him. Surely it can wait until morning.

“Wanna go to bed?” He finally mumbles out. Tries to push an extra flare into his voice to get you to catch his meaning.

This time, it’s your turn to hum. He feels the shake of your head. “Work,” you said simply.

Work? He’s sick and tired of that word. Tony doesn’t want to encounter anything related to work for at least eight hours. So, with little hesitation, he reaches out for your laptop. Quickly closes it shut before you even catch on and pulls it off your lap to toss it at the end of the bed, far from your reach. Tony’s lips quirk up when he hears you call his name, this time sounding more annoyed.

“Tony! I was doing something.”

“Wouldn’t you rather be doing me?”

He says it so smooth, without hesitation, that Tony impresses even himself. After the work shift from Hell, he didn’t think he had it in him to keep up that DiNozzo Charm, but there is it. A smirk comes over his lips, watching you through half-lidded eyes - you’re staring at him. Likely torn between your work and kissing him senseless. Tony knows you’ve felt the distance this past week or so.

Your hand returns to his hair, fingernails grazing his scalp and making him shiver. When you lean in, Tony holds his breath, awaiting that long overdue kiss.

“Not until you take a shower.”

And just like that, your hand is on his shoulder and you’re lightly pushing him away. His back hits the mattress, and Tony is left staring up at the ceiling in surprise.

Though, maybe he should’ve seen that coming. Because Gibbs told him to do the exact same thing just before he left.

#ncis x reader #ncis reader insert #tony dinozzo x reader #tony dinozzo imagine

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lokis-little-kitten · 3 years

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Teaching Assistant 2

Title: Teaching Assistant Writer: Lokis-Little-Kitten Pairing: LokixReader Rating: Mid Warning: spankings, mentioning of masturbation, ED, college, teacherxstudent Summary: You get a job as a teaching assistant for you professor Loki Laufeyson. Quickly the relationship takes a turn when Loki offers to teach you the robes of BDSM.

‘’Print Goddamit,’’ you scream at your small printer when it refuses to deliver you your story. You had gotten up in time to print those damn papers but nothing… It was on and everything.

Angrily you slap your Laptop closed and put it in your bag. Another class awaits you in a moment. You pack up your things and leave for your class. A nervous tingle is in your stomach. This will be the first day that you’re the official teaching assistant from Professor Laufeyson!

‘’There is my bitch,’’ Dimitri calls out when he sees you on campus. ‘’I can’t believe you managed that girl.’’ He pulls you into a tight hug while congratulating you. ‘’Thanks,’’ you shyly reply.

Then the interrogation starts. Dimitri asks you a thousand questions about yesterday. He buys you your coffee and then you leave for class.

Meanwhile in professor Laufeysons office. He walks in and turns the lights on. He runs a hand through his glorious hair before striding to his office. The professor gets everything ready for the day when he suddenly notices his printer. A stack of papers hangs out of it and some lay on the ground.

He sighs deeply and starts to gather it. My Pleasure. Y/N Y/L/N. He frowns deeply. Why would you randomly send this to him? Probably he just needs to read and correct it, it wouldn't be the first time a student wants him to read their work. Sending it ten times, however, is a little overdone.

He takes a map and places one version of it. Afterwards, he bins the leftover papers since they are unnecessary now. Loki starts to prepare for his first lecture then pushing the story to the back of his head. He’ll read it when he has time.

The day passes quickly full of lectures and students asking all kinds of questions. He gets quite some papers turned in that are to be graded before he can return to his office. When he arrives you are waiting on the bench for him.

‘’Punctual are we,’’ Loki sighs unlocking his office, ‘’I didn’t expect you for another ten minutes?’’ He gives you a look as he lets you in. ‘’My professor let me go earlier, professor…’’ He nods a little and closes the door behind himself.

Loki takes out the papers he received and lays them out. ‘’These need grading. The only thing I expect you to do is grammar and spelling check. I want you to be stern and merciless, think you can do that?’’ Quickly you nod as he hands you a few papers with a red sharpie. ‘’Yes professor…’’ You lay it down on his desk and start the job immediately.

The grading takes a long time but that’s fine. You learn a lot from it. After a few hours, Loki puts away his marker again. ‘’Could you please go get me a black coffee?’’ he hands you five pounds while still reading.

‘’Yes… Of course!’’ You take the five pounds and grab your jacket. ‘’Go get yourself one as well.’’ You look a bit surprised when he says that and not. ‘’You drink latte’s, don’t you,’’ Loki frowns while thinking, ‘’get yourself one of those.’’ ‘’Thank you.’’

Quickly you get to the cafe close by to get the coffee’s that one cost one pound fifty so you have two pounds left to return to him. When you return you notice the new stack of papers in need of grading and hold back a sigh. This is your life from now on…

The next days go the same until it is finally weekend! Glorious weekend! Loki has been the same cold, stern and rude professor to you the whole week and you can’t wait to take a well-deserved break!

You spent your weekend, writing, working on Saturday, drinking coffee and watching movies. Your quite a domestic person. You like being at home without anyone else but you love the occasional party as well.

Loki lives further from Campus. You are still in the dormitory but have a room for you alone now and made it your own. It is a bit of a maze because of the closets, bed and other things but it is yours.

You again try to print some of your stories but again your printer refuses to spit out the papers. You mumble something rude and then decide to leave it alone. You’ll print at Dimitri’s later or in the library.

Back at Loki his office he just came to bring some graded papers and get some other things. He walks in and lays the stab of essays down when he notices his printer is on and loads of papers are printed once again. He gets the papers quickly before pulling the plug from the damn thing.

Again you… He should have a word with you that you shouldn’t abuse his printer like this. He gets the map in which he placed the other stories you sent him. He takes those home too, he might as well read them then.

When he gets home to his flat on the top floor of a large building he sits down on a chair near the window while looking out over his beloved city. He starts to read the stories with a flaming red Sharpie in hand to point out all of your mistakes.

Soon, however, it becomes clear that this is not what he expected it to be, at all… The more he reads the deeper the frown on his forehead gets. What were you thinking? He needs to have a good talk with you Monday…

Back home you are seated on your four-poster bed watching a show before bed when you get a text from the professor.

Professor Laufeyson.

We need to talk. It’s important. I have already informed your teachers you won’t be coming to class. I require you to be at my office at 9 AM, you better be there on time!

Y/N Y/L/N Yes Professor. I hope it is nothing too serious?

Professor Laufeyson. I’m afraid it is Miss Y/L/N. I will see you tomorrow.

Nerves are tangled in your stomach. You have been awake almost the whole night. You worried about the situation you got yourself in. What happened, what did you do? You feel like a small child again, kicked out of yet another family for no reason…

You are now seated on the bench next to his office unable to keep your mind straight. Hot tears burn in your eyes from pure fear of the professor…

When he finally turns around the corner he doesn’t even acknowledge you. No look, nod or ‘good morning’ he just walks past you and opens his door. He eventually does call you in and tells you to take a seat.

When you sit down you feel scared and small, even more now you are in the presence of Professor Laufeyson… He looks at you sternly for a second before opening his bag and pulling out papers. You frown a bit. What is that?

‘’Do you understand that it is highly disrespectful to send your professor such rubbish? If you weren’t my teaching assistant and liked you I would step to the dean right away.’’ You look at the raven-haired man with large eyes. Whatever is he talking about?

‘’I’m so sorry professor but I don’t know what this is about,’’ you carefully chime in. He slaps the papers on his desk. ‘’So you didn’t write this rubbish?’’ ‘’Write what?’’ ‘’You really do not know what this is about?’’ He stands up and walks around his desk to the side where he leans on it again.

‘’His hands tangle in hers when his large dick thrusts into her. She screams out while he simply groans. Legs are tangled while Jonny thrust into her womanhood with great force.’’ Tears start to gather in your eyes.

The stories were printed out here that's why your computer kept saying it was printed but your actual printer didn’t do a thing… That means he read it. Your secret is out and you will be expelled for it! How did this happen to you?

‘’Jenny her hands tangle into the ropes Jonny tied her up with.’’ He sighs deeply and walks towards the fireplace. He is now behind you while tears start to stream down your cheeks. This can only happen to you…

You can feel Loki his presence right behind you. He throws the papers in front of you. They are full of red marks. Oh no… He actually read it? You expected that he would have stopped after he found out what it really was…

‘’I’m so sorry. I tried to print them at home. They were never supposed to get to you, professor. I swear it is just a misunderstanding!’’ He lets out a sarcastic laugh. ‘’It better is! It is clear you never even met a treu dom… You clearly don’t know what you are doing or what that community really is.’’

Suddenly his large hand crawls up to your neck. ‘’But don’t worry, little girl,’’ he speaks in a now softer tone, ‘’I’m willing to teach you everything you need to know. If you agree to it of course.’’ You swallow unable to say a thing.

What is he proposing? For you to become… To become his sub? What does that even really mean? He is right after all, you don’t have an ounce of experience.

‘’I…’’ You don’t know how to reply. Do you want this? Do you want this with him? You have to admit you had the occasional fantasy about him in the bedroom but that won’t be a reality. Maybe you want to find out what that reality is?

‘’Tell me, little one, are you going with my offer?’’ ‘’Yes.’’ He leans in further until his lips are right next to your ear. ‘’Good. Rule number one then, always address me with Master, understood?’’ You take a deep breath before replying.

‘’Yes, master.’’ ‘’Good girl.’’

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