#speaking of which i used the black one for the first time earlier today even though ive had it since last year

[sophiethewitch1]

What We Want - Prologue

In Which A Romantic Breaks The Universe

(Yandere!batboys x f!reader) 18+ MDNI!

SUMMARY

Another lonely birthday, another empty year. You miss your family. You're late for your bills and rent, and even then, you got robbed last Tuesday.

Still, you buy yourself a cupcake, because you need it. I mean, hey. What's dessert for if not to get over cheating boyfriends and dead relatives?

As you blow out the candle, watching the clock switch from 11:59 pm to midnight of the next day, you make a wish.

And because the world doesn't like to make much sense, it comes true. Your life is suddenly flipped on a dime, and you're stuck trying to catch up with it. Fantasy becomes reality. You're a Wayne now, apparently. Or you used to be. You're loved, you're rich, you're talented and powerful.

Well, sort of. Careful what you wish for, right?

(TRIGGER WARNINGS AND MASTERLIST HERE)

PREV - NEXT

The cupcake is smashed. Pink icing and gaudy star-shaped sprinkles coat the interior of the box, and the pastry itself has devolved into crumbs. You just stare at it. It had cost you seventeen dollars. It was expensive, yeah. But you’d spent the last three months walking past it every morning and afternoon in the bougie cafe’s windows. You’d waited. You’d wanted.

And it was destroyed. Completely. The perfect swirl of the buttercream was no more. The single, delicate flower made of frosting had lost half it’s petals. You weren’t sure how you could eat it. The wrapping had been warped, but maybe a tea spoon would work?

You let your head fall into your hands, a sob wracking your shoulders. And then less than a second later you swallow down the feeling, and stride over to your shitty apartment’s tiny kitchen. You grab a lighter, a plastic wine glass and the bottle of white wine Molly had given you earlier today. You hadn’t told her what happened yet, but she could tell something had. She’d gave you the wine, a hug, and the promise to always be by your side.

Despite today’s circumstances, despite this week’s circumstances, despite this decade’s circumstances, you were going to have a good birthday getting black-out drunk.

You weren’t going to let yourself sink into one of your funks. Even if it was the worst day of the year by far. Even if it was the second worst birthday of your life.

You just don’t. It’s not allowed.

Your phone rings. Sliding it out of your pocket, you stare blankly at the name on the screen. Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.

Malcom. One of George’s friends. You reject the call, block the number, and slide your phone back in your pocket. See? Dealing with things like an adult. Not throwing a temper tantrum, not crying, not… well, destroying your life in an epic meltdown. You’d had a few of those. Still, despite your obvious erraticness, you hadn’t been fired this year. Yay!

You told yourself you were getting better, even as the universe seemingly conspired against your happiness. You were kind of convinced it was.

Turning, you play with the cap on the wine, walking over to your old ratty couch and falling into it. The beast groans at the contact, but you pay it no mind. The thing was probably older than you, and you were celebrating your twenty-first today.

You were an orphan in Gotham, it was not your first time drinking. Molly had dragged you to so many awful parties over the years. But this wine was probably the fanciest you’d ever been given. Scratch that, definitely was. You pour yourself a glass, stick the birthday candle half-hazardly into the largest chunk of cupcake, and grab the remote.

The only true comfort you can get on this day. A woman, a reporter. She speaks, but you can’t really hear what she’s saying. You chug down a glass of the wine, apologising in your head to Molly, and then pour yourself another.

It takes a few minutes, but your muscles relax, and her words tune into focus.

“Today’s memorial, is once again sponsored by the Wayne foundation.”

Yeah, because they’re the only charity organisation in the city. The family of billionaires were debatably the only good ones in existance. Debtable because you weren’t sure if they were good enough themselves. As an orphan who’d known the cruelty of the system yourself, you were a mix of bitter and grateful towards them. Sure, they’d been the only thing that kept you out of true poverty. You were still an awful bitch about it.

You always had been the jealous type. The other kids who got better backpacks or toys or whatever had you seething with fury. The multitude of orphans Bruce Wayne risen out of poverty were not safe from your envy. It didn’t matter if you were… Well, a little bit, just a teeny-tiny-tiddly-little bit… obsessed. Obsessed with them. Kind of manic about it, actually.

You were working on it. Today was a bad day, and you were a little too raw. So, like every little dumb animal on the planet, you went straight to your creature comforts. You pretended you were a roman eating and drinking on their chaise lounge, watching their magnificent entertainment.

Delusional. Your sofa was falling apart at the seems, your cupcake was debris and your entertainment was a memorial service. Wine was good, though.

Gotta focus on the good parts.

You watch the TV screen, the reporter’s voice drifting in and out of focus. There was a family photo of the Waynes and their family friends, all in perfect suits and dresses and pearls and fancy watches. You’d bet that those little accessories were worth more than a year of your rent.

And you lived in fucking Gotham, both the most expensive city to live in, and the worst at the same time. A miracle, truly.

Anyway, they were all stunningly beautiful, even some of the guys. God knows how much the internet went on about Richard Grayson’s long eyelashes. You’d always been enamored with Dick’s good looks. Even Damian Wayne who had only turned nineteen a few months ago and was three years younger than you was already being fawned over by the tabloids.

Gotham’s newest young rich bachelor. Bitterly envious, that was you. You didn’t like that emotion, though, so you turned your attention to others. Namely, delusion.

You let yourself get swept up in daydreams. Of having a rich family, of one so close knit as the Wayne’s. Of having a handsome, loving, kind partner. You don’t let yourself dream about your real family, of a George that was faithful.

You just don’t.

Maybe someone like Tim Drake. Loyal, everyone who knew him described him as loyal. His romances with Bernard Dowd and Stephanie Brown were famous. There were hundreds of papparazzi photos of him with big bundles of roses and a sweet look on his face. You thought someone like Tim Drake would probably be like one of the heroes in your romance novels. Something silly like a meet cute in an airport, or maybe a bookstore or a cafe. He was pretty famous in Gotham’s niche hipster coffee scene, right?

Yeah, you could see it now. Some dumb but cute scene where you get confused and accidentally take his order. You get the same drink, and bond over your shared love of caramel syrup. Like he didn’t live on the opposite side of the city from you, and you probably couldn’t afford whatever fancy shit he drunk. Italian coffee beans versus… well, you didn’t actually know what you bought. You knew it didn’t taste very good, but it was dirt cheap.

What were you doing? Ah, yes, silly daydreams about romance.

But even as you think of Tim, Dick Grayson was so pretty, and he’d had his fair share of partners too. Someone with such an angelic face had to have a personality to match, and the media agreed. Of course you didn’t really know what he was like, this was all just fantasy. Other than numerous tabloid interviews and television, which suggested he had a kind heart and a love for bad jokes you truly knew nothing about the guy. Still, he’d be the golden retriever trope, you think. Or the knight in shining armor, saving his heroine from one of the many disaster’s plaguing Gotham and confessing his love in one big final act. His meet cute would be the airplane one. The blue of his eyes, it makes you think of the sky. You’d take his seat, but he’d be super sweet about it. Like he didn’t have a private jet, and would never be caught on economy.

You think Damian Wayne could play a good romance lead as well. From what you’d seen, he seemed to have a terrible personality, which was perfect for any modern romance. A classic enemies to lovers, with some bickering. Maybe he’d have secretly loved her the entire time, and maybe there’d be a good grovel at the end. So, appreciating his character, he’d have to have a meet ugly. Probably get stuck in an elevator with him or something, and he’d get to display his keen intellect and argumentative nature.

You swirl your wine, nodding your head. Brilliant ideas today, you should talk to Molly more. She’d definitely appreciate your wisdom. She wanted to be a screen writer one day, and all this would be very helpful. She was going to college for it. You couldn’t afford college.

Maybe you were drunk. Maybe you were a genius. It was hard to tell, so you take another sip. That’ll help you figure things out.

“As always, the Wayne families’ faces are morose as they celebrate the late Jason Todd.”

And as always, you felt an odd connection with the dead man. Your lives had both technically ended the same day, in the same grand calamity. Sure, you were still technically alive. Kicking about. But everyone you loved dying in one fell swoop, right in front of your eyes? You felt more like a ghost these days.

Weren’t you supposed to be fighting those sorts of thoughts off? Whatever, it was too much effort anyway.

Your slight obsession with the Wayne family had been initially started by Jason Todd. You hadn’t been thinking about him as much recently with George in your life, but he swung right back into place as soon as George left your life. Like a magnet, or more likely, a compulsion.

But now you were brought right back to the morning after. Seeing the entire city grieving the day after you’d lost your family, your first thought had been ‘Good, I’m not the only one,’ and then you’d stopped being an idiot and realised the city was mourning Jason Todd, heir to the Wayne name. Sure, there’d been hundreds of others who’d died, but that was Gotham. Your family had gotten a plaque filled with tens of other forgotten names, Jason had gotten framed photos hung around the city.

Today, his photo was once again surrounded by thousands of bouquets. Peonies, roses, daffodils, lillies, a rainbow of petals that almost covered his memorial stone. It reminded you of your sad-ass cupcake. When the camera zoomed out, you could see your smaller set of poseys against one of the thirty towering monuments, the tiny names crammed into the rock. Your families name was on line fifty-two, near the bottom. You could only afford the flowers once a year, but you visited once a week at least.

There were other flowers. Other offerings. Other candles. Jason’s dwarfed them all.

You sometimes couldn’t tell if you hated the dead man or were hopelessly in love with him. Obviously it didn’t matter. Even when he was alive he was out of both your league and your tax bracket.

Still, you were absolutely certain of it, Jason Todd would beat up George Lancaster. So fucking bad. To a bloody pulp. He’d be eager to do it, as well. You could hum and haw about how you thought violence was bad but he’d see right to the core of you.

The part of you that wanted George Lancaster to suffer. And he’d do it with a kiss and a promise that he’d make it slow. He’d save you from all your monsters, and he’d do it eagerly. And that was the fantasy of it all, wasn’t it?

You lift your glass, in celebration of your dead parasocial imaginary boyfriend. You hoped he wouldn’t be jealous of your new living parasocial imaginary boyfriends. Hiccuping out a laugh, you swallow down another gulp.

And even then, of course you wanted Bruce Wayne as a father. As someone who has seen the worst of the world, and would protect you from it. As someone who would wipe away the tears, who would save you from your own self. And you wanted Cassandra as a sister, someone to groan over guys with and steal clothes off. You wanted the close relationships they shared with Barbara Gordon and Stephanie Brown, with Duke who’d only recently come into their fold. You even wanted their dog you’d seen in photos, the cat that Damian posted on his instagram, the fucking cow they kept for god knows reason inside the estate. You wanted everything, every part of their lives. You were a jealous person, but more than that, you were a greedy person.

You glance at the clock.

11:57.

You shakily open the candle packet, picking a green one out. That had been Sam’s last favourite colour, but he switched them so often it was hard to remember. You stab it into the pink frosting. Julie always chose pink for her cake. Chasey loved flowers, particularly poseys. The flowers had looked like posesys before they’d been crushed.

You light the candle. It’s tiny flame flickers in the dark room, the warm light overpowered by the cool from the television. You peek back over to the clock.

11:58.

And Mum always made her wish at midnight, because she believed that was when it was most likely to come true.

What would you wish for? You never did, because you never knew what you wanted to wish for. Everything you wanted, everything you could’ve wanted, was gone. It couldn’t come back, it was impossible.

11:59.

You look at the TV, at the blinding forms of the Wayne family. Of their graveyard, with the manor in the background. It’s as impossible as everything else. But that’s what they represent for you, isn’t it?

Something hopeful. Something impossible.

You wanted impossible.

12:00.

You lean over the messy cupcake, and blow the candle out. It disappears in one blow, and you sink back into the couch. You take a few crumbs from the cupcake and sneak them past your lips. In your drunkenness, you probably get more on the couch than in your mouth.

You let your eyes flutter shut, and because only you can, you give yourself the comfort of lies. You imagine loving embraces, whispered platitudes. You imagine that today was a good day, that you’d find yourself tomorrow happy. That you wouldn’t wake up with a hangover, that you wouldn’t have a shitty job, an evil ex, and mountains of debt.

That you’d have people who loved you, who could ease the pain.

And you don’t even care who they are.

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#Series:WWW #yandere batfam #yandere dc #yandere batfamily #yandere batfam x reader #yandere x reader #dick grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #tim drake x reader #red robin x reader #damian wayne x reader #robin x reader

[benkeibear]

⋆꙳✧༄ Daddy?

❖ Character: Draken

❖ Reader: female | AFAB

❖ Wordcount: 1.3k

❖ Summary: You're upset that Draken is late once again but he reminds you just how much Daddy cares for his little brat.

❖ WARNINGS: sub!reader, daddy kink, oral (reader receiving), mentions of spanking and breeding, overstimulation, fingering, dacryphilia

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Draken promised that he'd be home early that day after weeks of staying late at his bike shop and you wanted nothing more but to spend time in your lover's arms. The dinner he ordered earlier was long cold when you got dressed to leave the house, making your way over to the d&d shop. No reaction came from the black haired man when you entered the big glass door which caused you to pout as you approached him, no sign of Inupi around. “You're two hours late” you announced with a sad voice, standing only a few steps behind the man who sat on the ground next to a bike. He flinched upon hearing your sad voice, his gaze flickering to the clock on the wall “fuck I completely lost track of time… let me just-” he mumbled, packing up everything right away but nothing could have prepared for the heartbroken face he faced the moment he turned around. Draken moved with quick strides to close the small distance, strong arms wrapping around you and giving you a sense of much needed comfort - making you feel at home. “Did you forget about me?” You asked, almost a sniffle when you looked up at him with those big doe eyes. A long sigh escaped his lips at your question, pondering on the right words to use he eventually looked down to meet your beautiful eyes “of course not, baby. But I need you to be a little more patient okay? I need to lock up first” he answered softly before pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead but the pout on your face didn't leave. “You could have also finished on time” you mumbled as you left towards the staff room to plop down on the couch there, impatiently waiting for your fiancé to finish up on his tasks.

You should have known better than to speak your mind as you wandered off, Draken appearing in the door soon after you. “You need your daddy so bad you forgot your manners?” the words seethed out of him, making you sink further into the couch, already knowing what's going to happen next. “Answer me” he hissed, fast steps approaching you and all you could do was squeal out a little “yes” before he was on you already, hungry lips devouring yours in a passionate kiss and his tongue slithering into your mouth to easily dominate yours. Your hands greedily pulled on the overall he already shed halfway, his biceps looking even bigger in the tank top he wore under it. Without wasting more time he took a firm grip on your hands, one of his broad hands enough to hold both your wrists tightly “don't make me tie you up” he warned you with a stern look and you immediately stopped pulling on him and letting him undress you. He almost gasped when he saw that you were wearing his favorite lingerie beneath and his mind could only imagine how upset you waited at home for him, all dolled up and he wanted to take mercy on you, he really did. But the way you bickered on the way to the staff room couldn't go unpunished, simply parting your thighs further and pulling your cute lace panties to the side before biting down on your inner thigh once.

You didn't have time to gasp before you started mewling from his tongue gliding through your damp folds and swirling around your bundle of nerves. It was enough to make you think he wouldn't punish you today because you just missed him so much but you were quickly ripped out of your thoughts when you felt his fingers part your folds slightly to give him better access to your sensitive clit. Soft lips were wrapped around your little pearl before he gently sucked on it, tongue repeatedly spelling his own name onto your bundle of nerves until your hands reached for his braided hair, undoing the braids and pulling on it. “So close daddy… don't stop” you whimpered and could feel him smirk against you. Oh he knew how close you were and he didn't plan on stopping any time soon, wanting you to regret being so greedy and pouting when he didn't immediately drop everything for you. Overstimulating you was his form of punishment - the last thing he wanted to do was to lay a hand on you even though he did consider spanking you for running your mouth like that but making you beg for him to stop after desperately wanting his attention sounded more fun to him.

Your first orgasm washed over you with an intense feeling, toes curling and back arching when he slowed down to let you enjoy it as long as possible. Draken’s tongue eagerly lapped up the juices that escaped your core, the taste melting on his tongue and making him want you even more, dick twitching violently in its tight confines when you pulled more on his hair. The only thing to be heard were squeals and whines when he started flicking your clit again, more violent than before because he knew just how sensitive you were and just as you were about to pull him away another wave of pleasure washed over you, moaning chants of “daddy” as it became too much and you slowly understood that this was your punishment.

Two of his thick fingers entered you with ease, your arousal squelching with each knuckle that pushed past your entrance which made you hold your breath. “You needed daddy so much, hm?” Draken teased when he looked up at you, his smirk growing when he saw your eyes brimming with tears “just one more, you can give me one more, yes?” He asked and peppered kisses along your thighs, making you nod unsure but you wanted to make him happy. “That's my good girl” he praised and began eating you out relentlessly in sync with his fingers massaging your sweet spot. The sudden movements of his fingers made your head spin and the knot in your lower abdomen tightened once more, feeling the rough pads push into your g-spot over and over again and when he started gently suckling on your overstimulated clit it was over, the knot snapping. Your third orgasm hit you unexpectedly, a silent scream erupting from you as your legs tried to close around your lover's head, yet he didn't slow down. Wet tears ran over your cheeks as the orgasm dragged on to a point where it was almost painful but just then he slowed down, allowing you to relax and to calm down as you panted, pathetically wiping the tears from your eyes but they just wouldn't stop coming until he scooped you up into his arms, his large frame looming over you. “Shh it's okay, you did so great for me. My good girl” he cooed, one warm hand cupping your cheek so he could kiss you so lovingly.

The taste of your own arousal started melting on your tongue, taking your mind off the way his heavy cock pressed against your entrance, whining loudly when his vast shaft split you apart, panicked eyes looking for his “you can give daddy one more, hm?” He cooed and his hips thrusted into you so gently it felt like heaven so you nodded “everything for my daddy” you mumbled, losing your mind with each gentle thrust until you were nothing but a babbling mess wrapped around his cock. “That's my pretty baby. Taking me so well” he groaned, lips latching onto your neck as he picked up the pace, mindful to your reactions but the way your cunt fluttered around him let him knew that your fucked out brain wanted nothing more than to be filled up with daddy's hot cum.

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[vitzi9]

Pretty when you cry

Ethan Landry x GN!Reader

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content warning: manipulative ethan; stalking; obsessive; maybe sub!Ethan; mention of murder; he's still ghostface; guilt trapping; worshiping; knife

English is not my first language sorry guys, if i did any grammatical mistakes lmk !

2924 words (7/05/2023)

"Hi" he said simply. As if we were speaking to each other for the first time, but in the same tone with which one greets an old friend. It was ironic how I wished for weeks for him to come and talk to me and when he finally did, all I thought about was running away. He hadn't changed. And so much the better. He was still so handsome. Today, he wore a white shirt and a kind of jeans in a shade between dark gray and black. After taking a brief tour of his outfit, I look up at his face: the most beautiful part of his person. His frizzy curls looked fresh, as if he had just washed them. This thought was confirmed by the smell of shampoo that came to me on a light breeze. His cheeks were tinged with a pale pink that highlighted the small and discreet freckles that sported his cheeks. His gaze escaped mine, watching the floor with a strange and sudden interest as he pressed his lips together in a thin line. He was embarrassed, no, dead of shame. After all, I still hadn't answered him. I've only watched him so far. And I surely would have continued if I hadn't noticed his shaking hands.

What am I supposed to say to him? I greet him too, I compliment him? I ask him directly why he came to talk to me? After all, the only times we had spoken was to get him to tutor me. Are we even friends? After he stood me up without any explanation, approximately two weeks ago now, we haven't spoken to each other since.

“Hi” I simply replied. Ethan scratches his cheek as he smiles nervously at me, his gaze flicking briefly above me to look behind me. The redness on his cheeks getting worse.

“You uh… Your classes, how are you doing ? I… Like, you're good ?”

To be honest, it wasn't. Which is the main reason as to why I was asking him for lessons, by the way. So he knows all about those four out of twenty that I love so much. (Wrong, I hate them, I just don't have the IQ to have more) How handsome he was. Earlier this year, I had this fantasy where Ethan, who I hadn't spoken to at the time, came up to me and asked me out. Later, having learned about his shyness, I dreamed of seeing him overcome his bashfulness to come and declare his love for me while stuttering.

"I manage. And you ? Are you able to follow the program?

Of course he did. We are talking about Ethan Landry, the best student in the whole establishment. He succeeds in everything. Except talking to people, it seems. For the umpteenth time now, he glances over my shoulder. His eyes alternated with bewildering speed between my face and what was behind my back. Finally, I turn to see the only person in the hallway besides us, Chad, watching us with a big smile on his face and thumbs up. He lowers his arms the second my eyes notice him and he puts his hands in his pockets, pretending to turn around.

"Isn't that Chad?" I knew it was him, Ethan's best friend. But I just wanted confirmation.

-N-no aha, it’s… I don’t know who… It’s not Chad.” His laugh was forced and it showed. He was staring at the ceiling, shrugging and laughing nervously. Too smiley to be true. If he weren't already incredibly uncomfortable and flushed, his friend's intervention would have caused him to be.

"Why did you come talk to me Ethan?"

Our last discussion was two weeks ago. We had seen each other on Tuesday for my private lessons and it had gone incredibly well. He had scheduled a session for Thursday, of which I was counting every second until D-Day. I was smiling just reading our messages over and over again. Then Thursday arrived after an endless wait. I headed for the library, as usual. My smile glued to my lips, impossible to remove. I was on cloud nine. But Ethan was late, yet he had never been with me. I waited and waited and waited but after an hour and a half I left. He hadn't sent a message, nothing. Since then, not a word has been exchanged. In the hallways, not even a single look had been shared. We walked ignoring each other, like strangers.

"I'm sorry.

-For what ?"

I had some idea why he was sorry but I didn't want to get my hopes up. His eyes water, he opens his mouth but no sound comes out. Ethan extends his hand towards me which I grab by reflex. To be honest, he was starting to worry me. Was he really going to cry? Was it because of me?

“Ethan, are you okay? I forgive you if this is what bothers you so much but please don't put yourself in such a state. Do you want me to walk you home? I'll tell the teacher that you are not feeling well.” As I said that, I adopted the softest voice I could muster.

The curly man holds my hand, he intertwines our fingers together. His tears finally running down his cheeks. A few tears escape him.

“No… he almost sighs.

-'no' what ? I ask, worried.

-I'm not feeling well…"

My concern increases considerably. Forget him which stood me up. His state is much more worrying. Without really thinking about it, my hand rests on his shoulder. I start guiding him to the exit but he seems to realize it. He plants his feet on the ground, shakes his head, then grabs my hand resting on his shoulder.

Ethan was keeping me here.

He raises his angel eyes to me. He was so handsome. His pupils were glowing. The boy opens his mouth but nothing comes out. Frustrated, his tears seem to intensify. He lowers his head, his beautiful curls falling in front of his eyes that I love so much.

"Ethan, you can tell me anything."

I was hoping he would open up to me a bit more. We were close, certainly not like best friends, but I considered myself loyal enough not to snitch his problems to everybody. Plus, I wasn't lying. He could tell me anything, I will help him as best I can. Ethan runs his thumbs over the backs of my hands, a slight smile on his lips. For a second, he seemed at peace.

“My love… he whispers and I almost thought I was dreaming.

But this peace does not last

-What ?

"I..." His lips quivered.

Did he really call me 'my love'? My heart was beating wildly. He sniffles and tries to swallow back his tears, to no avail. Finally, Ethan snaps.

“I…I can't sleep anymore, I can't do it anymore! he exclaims between two cries. Every time I close my eyes, I see your face. I miss you, I want to continue to give you private lessons, even my homework if necessary. I'lldo them for you. Everything, I'll do everything for you…” he had spoken so quickly that he was out of breath. His tears had not stopped, quite the contrary. He had let go.

His sudden outbusrt make me retreat for a split second. The curly man's hands squeeze mine tightly, as if to keep me from moving further away. I don't understand, my absence has affected him so much? Why didn't he come talk to me sooner, then? And since when does he feel that way about me? His words were excessive and I thought he was going a little too fast. He was so desperate that he saw my face all the time? That he was willing to do 'everything' for me? I thought that my crush was not reciprocated, worse, than he considered me as a simple classmate. If I expected that! But where does this outburst come from?

“Breathe Ethan, breathe.”

Like a child, Ethan nods. He tried to calm his breathing while I tried to slow my heartbeat. I knew Ethan hadn't had a lot of conquests in his life, but I never would have imagined him to be so dependent.

"I'm sorry, really sorry...

-Why are you apologizing?

-I left you alone, I swear I haven't forgotten you. I've been thinking about you all the while i was doing it...

So he was really apologizing for that. But why is he making a fuss about it? I had already imagined this scenario and honestly, I expected an apology, a justification and that was it. Why was he so affected? That guilty? His words got mixed up and in the end, I lost track.

- It's okay Ethan, it's not that important. Is that what stresses you out so much?

- What can I do to make you forgive me?

-Ethan, I already told you, I forgive you, it doesn't matter.

-No, he shakes his head, tell me.

Feeling that if I didn't take matters into my own hands the situation was never going to end, I decided to ask for a simple favor.

-Where were you that day? I ask, alluding to the day he stood me up.

-That's stupid." Despite his words, I give a nod encouraging him to continue. Promise me not to be afraid.

-Why would I be afraid of you Ethan? I ask, laughing softly. He's an angel, how can you be afraid of him?

-Promise me."

His fingers gripped my wrist tightly. It almost hurt me. For a moment, the thought that indeed Ethan could scare me crossed my mind. However, I thought of it too late.

-I was supposed to be only ten minutes late, and I apologize for that, but you had to be outside your room for me to get in it.

-What ? I ask laughing, not understanding where he was coming from.

-When I got in your room, there was a perfume that was not yours. But I had already felt it somewhere, on someone. And… I-I'm sorry that pissed me off and… I-I thought you were cheating on me and I was scared and… I cried but I kept smelling the perfume of that-

-Ethan, stop here, I don't understand anything. What are you talking about? I was no longer laughing, the strange details he gave me seemed too precise.

His tears flow, without warning, he takes me in his arms and presses me to his chest. He hugged me tightly, I almost couldn't breathe. His face plunges into my neck, which he was soaking with his tears. He kept saying he was sorry over and over while I tried to understand. Was he telling the truth?

-I felt so guilty for hurting them that I didn't dare come and talk to you. I was terrified that you would run away from me when you eventually find out. It was horrible. Never again. Never part from me again, I beg you. I'll die of it.

I felt his every word knock against the skin of my neck. He was whispering, as if telling me a secret. And maybe it was. I was praying that another student would come down the hall and see us but the odds were low, very low. Ethan had cornered me at the end of my class, everyone had left. The sun was already falling asleep outside the window. Panic quickly set in within me.

-Ethan you're crushing me! I wasn't even sure he heard me since buried in his chest, my voice was muffled.

-I thought you were cheating on me b-but… I’m sorry for thinking that, sorry sorry sorry sorry...

What did he do ? Who was he talking about when he said “having hurt them”? Where is the shy Ethan who softened my heart? Unconsciously, I start to shake. My arms try to tear themselves away from the grip he had on them but he was crushing me too hard; I couldn't move. His arms clung to mine along my body.

-I should never be mad at you again, ever again. Do you forgive me ?

That's when it comes back to me; the framework. Coming home the evening of the day Ethan and I ended our relationship, my frame was splintered to the ground. The shards of glass had been flying all over my room. The photo remained intact; a picture of me and my roommate, but the frame was dead. I hadn't given more importance than that to the situation itself, my window was open and then said roommate was at home during the day. I just thought that a draft had knocked it down or that my friend was clumsy: it happens after all.

No, it was him.

-Ethan, I speak in a shaky voice, please let me go.

-No ! he yells. You promised me ! You promised me you wouldn't be afraid of me!

-E-Ethan please….

- I'm sorry, i'm sorry !

Ethan, six feet tall, collapses to his knees in front of me. He buries his face in my stomach, his arms wrapping around my waist. He speaks in my skin, muttering countless excuses and promises. Immediately seizing the opportunity, I grab him by the shoulders and push him with all my might to the ground. Surprised, he let me go. His back hits the floor, he lets out a plaintive moan mixed with his cries. Without thinking, I turn my back to flee. But Ethan is strangely fast. He gives me a powerful kick in the shin which in turn makes me fall on my stomach.

Ethan is crying. His cheeks are drowned in tears and red. I don't find him as handsome as before when he slightly pulls up his t-shirt to pull a knife out of his pants.

"Why are you doing this to me ?" he growled, his face lowered to the ground. So far, he's let it go. But there, his energy had changed. He was a murderer.

I crawl on the ground, moving away from him, my eyes filled with terror. I'm gonna die. I'm going to die here, alone, killed by the boy I loved. Ethan towered over me, taking small steps towards me.

“I'm begging you…” I cried.

I was desperate, there were no more solutions. I thought, as I disappeared, maybe Chad would figure out who my killer was, since he was the last one to see me other than Ethan.

"You told me you wouldn't be scared..." he pouted as he crouched down on top of me. Afterwards, his actions keep surprising me as he sits on my pelvis. He had fun bringing his knife to my neck and caressing me with it. The coldness of the metal makes my hair stand on and shivers appear all over my body.

"Ethan, please take that away from me... yelling at him wouldn't get me anywhere, so I was begging.

- No, don't be afraid. You know very well that I would never hurt you.”

His promises, I wanted no more. I wanted him to leave me alone, forever. My hands were free, yet I no longer controlled them. They were completely flat on the ground. I couldn't lift a single finger.

“Do you want me to prove my devotion to you? the curly boy points the knife at him.

The sharp tip of the weapon is now to his throat. Ethan looks at me and smiles. His free hand lay comfortably flat on my chest, holding me firmly to the floor. The vision unfolding in front of me was horrific. I was praying that he wouldn't be able to take his own life in front of me, on top of me! I didn't want to see it though, my eyes refused to look away. I was terrified that he would plunge his knife in me without warning.

- You love me too, right? he asks, stroking my cheek with his thumb. Tell me that you love me. You love me so much, my love. You love me so much you're ready to die for it.

-Ethan listen…

-Answer." he orders.

The roles had switched. He had given me a position of superiority, adoring me, throwing himself at my feet for even a pardon, but he was sick of it. And now not even my pleas will reach him.

“Imagine how romantic that would be, huh? May the students meet us tomorrow morning, both dead and entwined. It would be wonderful.” His smile was that of a sick man. What more do you need, my death? You want me to stick this pretty little knife in my heart for you? That I tear it down and give it to you as an offering? Come on, tell me you love me. I know you do.”

Finally, I manage to close my eyes. His description had managed to repel me enough to allow my brain to kick in the survival instinct. Ethan laughs mischievously. I feel him move, all his weight crushing my body. His lips settle on my neck for a second.

“You want me to kill myself, huh? I'll kill myself because of you. All because you don't love me. How can you be so selfish? he kisses my cheek. Tell me you love me, my love. I need it. His thumb passes over my eyelid gently, making me open my eyes.

I knew I was stuck. He was one step ahead of me, physically and mentally speaking. He had me stuck. My eyes were red and swollen.

-I… I love you… I whisper, choked cries leaving my mouth at the same time.

-Where is my first name, pretty ?

And to think that I was dreaming of saying those words to him a few minutes earlier.

-I… I love you Ethan… The curly man's face lights up, a gaping smile erasing his crazed expression.

- There, it wasn't so complicated now, was it?"

That was my first story in english. please do not hesitate to gives me advices whatsoever, like if you think that the plot was too quick, ethan too out of character, not enough details, everything ! I hope you liked reading it anyways.

#ethan landry x reader #ethan landry oneshot #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry x you #ethan landry #scream 6 #yandere x y/n #yandere ethan landry #yandere boy #ghostface #ethan landry fanfiction #sub ethan landry #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry x gn reader #vitzi9writings

[toruro]

maknae line + making up after a fight

a/n: part one with the argument can be found here and hyung line's verson is here! i think the one for seokmin is like the cutest thing i've ever come up with. like i'm gushing, rolling on the floor, thrashing, crying just thinking about it. hopefully u will feel the same way sorry not sorry :p anyways i didn't have much work today so i decided to work on this earlier than i planned c: please like and reblog if you enjoy this!

w/c: 2.0k

seokmin

the next morning after your fight, both you and seokmin are, naturally, more level headed than before, but the wounds are still fresh. both of you being on the more emotional side, it'll take a bit more than one night's of sleep to *fully* refresh your minds, but right now you guys are as calm as you can be given the circumstances. when you wake up, he'd still be asleep, and you would slip out of bed carefully to make yourself some coffee in the kitchen while you wait for him. it'll take some time, but soon seokmin will be crawling out of bed too, silently joining you in the kitchen as you place the cup of coffee you made for him on the counter. he almost doesn't notice it. almost. when he looks down at the mug, he has to blink twice to realize which one it is. the mug is black with a big fat red heart in the middle, words in white reading out "i <3 you." it was a cheesy souvenir you'd bought him ages ago when you first started dating and went on trip to new york by yourself, but seokmin loved it so much he vowed to only use it on special occasions to "preserve it's greatness." the last time he used the mug was on his birthday around two months ago, tucking it back into it's safe corner in your cupboard to take out on the next special day. right now, his eyes flicker between the mug and your face as you look down, face burning as you wait for his response. seokmin can feel the emotions bubbling up inside of him, but it's not like last night—it isn't harsh, or heated, or angry—no, it's warm and fuzzy. in fact, his heart is swelling with so much love for you that he can't even remember why he was mad in the first place, quickly reaching over and bringing you in for a tight hug. you nearly start crying when you feel his arms around you, choking back quiet tears as he rests his head into the crook of your neck, murmuring soft "i love yous."

mingyu

you wake up before mingyu, somewhat in a haze and trying to cuddle closer to him as he has an arm draped of your waist, before you remember the events of the night before. you'd suddenly be tentative of your next moves because while you're much calmer right now, you were the one who suggested sleeping in different rooms, guilt slowly creeping up your spine. you kind of just lay there for a few moments, turning your head so you can take a look at his face which looks much more peaceful than the frustrated expression that donned his face the night before. you sigh sadly, realizing that you kind of need to solve this issue right now or else you won't have peace of mind, choosing to place a hand on his shoulder and gently tap on his bicep so he can stir awake. it takes a few groans and incoherent mumbles for mingyu to finally blink his eyes open, eyes lazily following your gaze to land on you, taking a deep inhale as you both just stare at each other while laying down. you're the first to speak, "i really wanted to talk. sorry for waking you," you'd mumble sheepishly, realizing that you didn't think of what you actually wanted so say. you're half expecting mingyu to scoff, wondering if his anger from the night before didn't wear out, so it's easy to say you'd be pleasantly surprised when he throws you a half smile, nodding his head and propping himself on the headboard, replying a simple, "it's okay. i want to talk too." the next moments are spent with you both still under the covers but talking, and it's not yelling like the night before, no, it's an actual discussion. it progresses well, and by the end of it both you and mingyu are embarrassed by how simple the solution was, realizing that this whole issue could have been resolved much easier if you were both more...level headed. safe to say that mingyu would feel extremely bad for the rest of the day, being extra clingy and not leaving your side no matter what you do.

minghao

arguments with minghao hardly ever escalate to the point where either of you is still upset or angry the next morning, if at all. of course, if discussion still needs to happen, it will, and that's exactly what would happen the morning after your fight the night before. you'd both wake up around the same time and minghao would encourage you to get out of bed so you could talk about this face to face, sitting at the table. you'd sit down across from each other, maintaining a little distance for the sake of your hearts, and then he'd reach a hand over and hold yours the entire time through your conversation, squeezing it lightly whenever he feels you needed reassurance or a reminder that he loves you and always will. the conversation is over quick, and you're glad the issue out of the way so soon, standing up so minghao can pull you into a deep hug. he'd press your face into his chest, loving the way you instinctively wrap your arms around his torso as he presses soft kisses into your forehead. once he pulls back he'd stare at you for a few moments and murmur, "i love you so much," before leaning down to press a soft kiss on your lips. after that, things would go pretty much back to normal but i like to think that he might just baby you a little extra today.

seungkwan

after making you cry so much the night before, seungkwan would hardly be able to sleep the entire night. he'd try his best to not toss and turn since you were sleeping so peacefully right next to him, but ever time he closes his eyes the image of your tear streaked face pops up into the forefront of his mind and he finds himself crumbling all over again. but as miserable as he'd feel, seungkwan doesn't want to wallow in self pity, instead using all the time that he's awake to brainstorm ways to make things up for you. he is finally able to sleep, luckily, but wakes up earlier in the morning than usual as you're usually up before him. he takes you sleeping as a chance to slip out and into the kitchen where he tries his absolute best to cook something nice for breakfast. he'd be a bit clumsy with it, but the final product would be something very much to your liking, so the slight irritation you feel when you're woken up to the sound of pots and pans clanging against each other would wither away when you saw the meal he prepared for you. once he notices you in the kitchen, he'd grow slightly flustered before putting down whatever kitchen tools he's holding and greet you good morning before encouraging you to sit down. you'd do so silently, not expecting seungkwan to start rambling out an apology so fast and desperate that you'd need to put your hands on his shoulders and say, "baby, baby, slow down, please?" and he'd take a deep breath and realize that it was too much and start over but more clearly. his words are thought through, you realize and it starts a nice and calm conversation between the two of you. give it like twenty minutes and the air would be cleared and the issue would be resolved and seungkwan would have his arms wrapped around you so fucking tightly while continuing to whisper out apologies, causing you to hit his shoulder lightly and tell him to shut up because you forgive him and you love him and that nothing else matters.

vernon

vernon would be up before you, and similar to seungkwan, would be stressing the whole night just out of the guilt. he knows you were frustrated with him the night before, and frankly, he's frustrated with himself now. definitely feels like he could have been more responsive the night before...it's just that his emotions were so clouded that nothing was really processing in his brain. now that he's had the night to rest and think and all, he's ready to really take on the situation, determined to not make the same mistakes as before. when you wake up finally, you'd find him sitting on the living room couch, nervously twiddling his fingers together, jumping up when he notices you. stuttering out a quick good morning, you'd ask him why he's up before you, since that's not normal, causing him to bashfully admit, "i couldn't sleep. i wanna talk to you." you frown at the thought of him not being able to sleep well, but nod anyways, joining his side so you can sit face-to-face on the couch. "i'm sorry," vernon would say once you settle down, "but last night my mind just wasn't working. i know that's not fair to you, but i'm ready to talk now," he explains and you shoot him a small, thankful smile before beginning to speak. you speak your mind in small chunks, letting vernon take it in and respond on his own. things are going much slower than before, but at least you're both talking and it's calm, it's responsive, and most of all, it's getting you somewhere. within around half an hour you'd both be wrapped up in each other's arms now that the issue's resolved. you'd giggle as vernon presses a kiss onto your neck, murmuring something along the lines of, "vernon! we need to eat!" only causing him to shake his head and say, "nuh-uh. i'm keeping you here all day long."

chan

when you wake up, you're still in chan's arms, as expected—ever since you started sharing a bed, neither you or him have been able to sleep well without being pressed up against each other. your back is facing his and for a moment you think he's still asleep, but when you gently try to shuffle out of his embrace to get up, you're surprised to feel him tug bag. you'd look down, whispering, "you awake channie?" and the use of his nickname would have his heart clenching. he'd hum something in response that's supposed to come off as a yes, loosening his hold on you as you both sit up so you can turn to look at him. he rubs his eyes a few times as you shift your body so it's facing his, and as soon as his vision is cleared he notices the frown on your face. you don't look upset or angry, rather...the look on your face is solemn, and he immediately reminded of the night before. "hey," he murmurs, reaching his hand out, "can we talk? like right now?" you nod quickly in agreement, squeezing his fingers back gently. you two begin talking about the situation and at some point you start crying—just a little—but enough to have chan pulling you into your arms to calm you down before letting the conversation resume. you're both determined to not have a screaming match like last night and do everything in your power to make sure that while you're communicating your emotions, things don't get out of hand. it takes a bit of time but the issue is soon resolved, and once even a hint of a smile is making its way onto your face, chan is swooping down to capture your lips to a kiss that's so passionate it has you falling backward on the bed, back hitting the mattress. you laugh lightly and the sound is literally fucking music to his ears, and you both bask in the feeling of each other in your arms.

#maknae line x reader #maknae line #svt reactions #svt scenarios #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #dk x reader #dokyeom x reader #seokmin x reader #kim mingyu x reader #mingyu x reader #xu minghao x reader #minghao x reader #the8 x reader #seungkwan imagine #seungkwan x reader #vernon x reader #dino x reader #lee chan x reader #💌 drabbles

[mikalei]

————————— Murder in My Mind +18

Killer!Husband!Scaramouche x Fem!reader

Modern AU

Synopsis: your work as a detective was never easy; you have been assigned to another murder case and was tasked to find and apprehend this killer, but what if it was someone you never expected—what if it was someone closer to you than you think…

tw: ya’ll thought it was fluff at first but it’s not lol, eventual smut, mentions of death, killings, knife, blood, violence, psychotic behavior, weird obsessive behavior,; contains: sexual activity, vaginal sex, oral sex, creampie, vaginal fingering, shower sex, rough sex, marking, biting, tit sucking, cunnilingus, and many more!..

cw: no use of Y/n, implied female reader, Scara calls reader “darling, my love,gorgeous, and my wife”, Scara is secretly a psycho but we still love him, not proofread.

part ii: prev ; masterlist ; ??

A/n: based on a c.ai bot made by Haniyyah (click hyperlink to visit their tt page, don’t forget to follow them!). If you’re reading this, I love how you write your bots. The prompt and idea was all from their Killer Scaramouche bot, this fic is based solely on what I encounter while using it. (Also I didn’t add the twins part in this story, I don’t want traumatised childrens on my fic just yet). Also sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, I haven’t written anything for 2 years, I’m still getting the hang of it.

I woke up at the the smell of freshly brewed coffee coming from outside of the bedroom, it took me a second until I come to my senses and realize the event that happened when I got back from work, blood rushed to my cheeks as I now notice a red hand print on my waist and thighs.

“jesus christ, does he really need to be so rough to me during sex?“ I thought to myself. As I examine myself more, I just realized that I’m still naked. I look for something to cover my body, I’m not really in the mood to put some clothes on but I can’t just walk around butt naked in my house.

Soon, I successfully grabbed one of my husband’s black hoodie after limping towards his drawer—due to how sore my legs are after what happened, and put it on after looking for a fresh pair of panties.

I looked at the clock in our room as it states that it is already an hour past twelve. “Good thing that today’s my day off.”. I then head to the kitchen, still limping to which I assume where my husband is and I was right. There he was shirtless, wearing only his gray sweatpants and and apron as he puts some bacon into the pan.

His toned back is facing towards me he seem to be focused on the food that he is cooking. I just stand there, leaning on the table for support since I have a hard time walking let alone standing up. As I admire his body, I start to notice the red scratch marks he has on his back.

“Did I do that? Holy hell, that must sting so bad…” I thought to myself once again when I got interrupted by Scara speaking.

“My love, if you keep staring at me I might just melt” he chuckles as he turn off the stove and put the bacon and coffee on the table. He took off the apron he is wearing and hang it to the rack, before walking to me, pulling me in for a hug.

“Good afternoon, darling. I just woke up a few hours ago” he said as he kissed my forehead. I buried my head on to his neck as I lean in more to the hug. Being with him really gives me a sense of comfort. “You smell like bacon” I mumble to him to which makes him chuckle.

He picked up the chair that’s tucked in the table and let me sit there before pushing it closer back to the table ,then sitting on the chair across mine. We start to eat the breakfast he served.

While eating, he decided to spoke up once again. “Oh by the way, Hun, your boss was calling you earlier, but you’re still asleep and won’t wake up even with how irritating your phone’s ringtone is” he said the last part jokingly, to which I act like I was offended but then laughed it off. “My boss? You mean my manager?” I asked. “Not sure, I think the caller’s id was Gunnhildr?” He said as he take a sip of his coffee.

“Huh? That’s weird she won’t usually call me directly, most of the time she’ll just contact our manager if ever she wants to relay a message to me” I said as I look for my phone. I opened the contacts and listen to the voicemail her assistant left.

“Hello, this is President Gunnhildr’s office, I’m sorry to inform you that the head of your department has unfortunately passed away, his body was seen in an alley way near a bar and another detective is handling the case right now. The president wanted to offer her condolences to his family, friends and co-workers. She understand that you may also be grieving at his death so she’ll let you take some time off to properly grieve at his loss, as we look for someone who will take his place. We’ll keep you updated if we found a new replacement for him.”

The voicemail then ends, as I feel my blood run cold from the news I received. Scara looks at me concerned about what happened. He reached out his hands to hold mine to grab my attention. “Baby? What’s wrong? You’ve gone pale. Is everything alright at work?” Scara looks so concerned, he stood up from his seat and hugged me from behind.

“Remember the manager I was talking about last night? He was found dead in an alleyway earlier this morning…” I whispered, almost like there was something blocking my throat that stops me from speaking in a normal voice.

“Oh my… I’m sorry to hear that my love, it must be so devastating.” Scara turned me around so I can hug him too. But while I was nestling my face at the crook of his neck, a satisfied smirk in planted on husband’s face. Hearing about his work makes him so happy, and he knows deep down, you also feel some sort of relief knowing that there’s no one going to harass you on your work any longer.

Scara cleared his throat before breaking the hug. “So…uhm, what else did the voicemail said? Do you have to go to work today? Did they assign you to more work?” Scaramouche switches back to an empathetic look as he cups my cheeks on his large hands.

“No, my boss said that I can take a few days break because of what happened.” And with that my husband’s face almost lit up. He was again wearing that same dorky grin he has when he wants to do something he has in mind.

“What’s with that face?” I looked at him as he continues to wear a wide grin. “You know… I remembered we haven’t got the time to celebrate our wedding anniversary a few weeks ago because you’re always busy…” He implies, “…and I have been saving up for this really fancy date on a fancy private beach house that I rented on a fancy island…”

My eyes went wide when I heard what he had done. “You what?! Are you serious?!” The thought of my manager’s death instantly left my mind. “How long have you’ve been planning this?” I was still shocked at how he managed to those things, not that it’s the first time that we went on a fancy date but what he just said is way more fancier than the dates we used to have.

“I’ve been making all the arrangements for more than a month ago and coincidentally, the beach house is available right now and I’ve already bought the plane tickets for the both of us.” By this time I was speechless, how could he do all of this in such a short notice? I was just staring at him, mouth slightly open and still shocked with all of this.

“Why aren’t you saying anything? Did you not like it?” He asked, I can sense him pouting already. “No no no, I was just…surprised… wow, I mean, you really did all of that?” He just gave me a nod and I just swooned over him. I pressed a ton of kisses around his face while muttering “i love you so much” and “you’re amazing”

Scara just chuckled at my reaction “glad you like it, now the trip last for 5 days, and we can get on a flight tomorrow evening, why don’t we prepare today, maybe buy something for the trip?” He suggested, to which I agree. I almost ran to our bedroom to get change when I remembered that my body is still aching from last time.

My husband just looks at me with a smirk, “oh what’s the problem darling? Can’t walk properly” he teased as he now take in the sight in front of him: red marks are plastered all over my neck down to the cleavage of my breast. He looks so proud at his work before a playfully hit him. “You did this” I said to which he only reply with a chuckle, “and I will do it again” he smirked as he picked me up in a bridal style as he walk to our bedroom.

A few moments later, after we finally got dressed, we head on to the mall to buy the stuff we need. As we are walking, browsing from store to store, one had caught my attention. The lingerie shop. I grinned as a fun thought came to mind.

“Oh shoot, babe I think I left my phone at the car, can you go and get it for me? My shopping list is on my notes” It was a lame excuse but knowing my husband for more than eight years and being married to him for three, he will definitely do what I’ll ask even if it doesn’t make sense. Of course I would do the same for him.

“Ok, wait for here, I’ll be back shortly” he left after leaving a kiss on my cheeks. Once he has fade in the crowd, I immediately walked in to the shop.

I look in between the aisles, searching for something that will definitely surprise my husband, and indeed I saw the perfect one, this is way different than the ones I buy but since my dear husband made so much effort for this vacation, I ought to repay his kindness right? I giggle to myself as I pay for the lingerie. I hid it in my purse so he wont see it. It’ll be my gift for him once we arrived at the vacation.

After a few moments, I called Scara over the phone, I have it with me all these time, though I feel guilty for making him run to the car and look for my phone but again I’ll repay his efforts later.

After explaining to him that the phone was actually in my bag, and apologizing to him, he came back to the mall and we went on and buying the stuff we need.

Once we got back home, we started packing our things and soon get ready for bed. I was brushing my teeth at the bathroom’s sink when I felt a pair of arms wrapped around my waist, I looked at the reflection in the mirror to see my husband is clinging onto me.

“Yes? May I help you” I asked but all I can hear was mumbling as he hid his face in the crook of my neck. I finished brushing my teeth and that’s when my husband decided to start trailing kisses on my neck. Soon he found the spot that makes my legs quiver and starts to abuse it.

“Hun…you’re gonna leave a mark again-ah!” I squeal, his hands is now groping my breast—I wasn’t wearing any bra now since we were about to sleep. He is playing with my now hardened nipples through my shirt as he continues to suck on my skin.

“What has gotten-nggh hah- into you?” I tried to speak but he just continue his ministrations getting harsher and harsher each second. I’m starting not too like this. “Scara…scara…stop!” And just then he finally listened to me. I looked at him confusedly. “ ‘m sorry darling, I-I just…” he kept silent, he looks down at his feet before leaving the bathroom after giving me a kiss on the cheeks.

Now I felt bad, he looks so sad after I stopped him. I don’t usually mind it when he suddenly does something like that but somehow tonight was different. I finished preparing for bed, I saw a newly placed red mark over the hickeys that he also gave me from our last intimate moment. I went to our shared bedroom. There I saw him, sitting at the edge of the bed, his head still hung low.

I slowly approach him and sat next to him, I put a hand on his back and when I saw him flinch from my touch, I felt like my heart drops to my stomach. “Oh, darling… look I’m sorry about earlier… I was just stressed, my boss told me I need to go to work tomorrow even if I already told them we’re going to a vacation. You know how busy I’ll get when I’m at work and I might go home very late and I don’t want to miss our flight tomorrow night.” He kept rambling to me as I listen to him.

After he stops, I just pulled him into a hug “hey, it’s okay. You can go to work tomorrow, I don’t really mind.” He tightens the hugs as he puts his head again on my shoulder. “But our vacation, I planned the whole thing and you rarely have time for vacation, this is a once in a lifetime chance!” He rambles, “hey hey it’s okay, I’m okay with it my love. If it’s an urgent matter then you should go.” I said as I pulled away from the hug.

He still looks so stressed over his work so I decided to distract him. I pulled him once again for a kiss, a long passionate one. He was surprised at first but soon he returned the kiss, although he is still quite tense as I climbed on his lap.

“B-but… I thought… you don’t want to-mmph” he said as he tried to pull away from the kiss. “Shh, just relax. Do you want to do this?” I asked him, he stopped for a moment before giving me a small nod. “Words my dear, use your words” I lift his chin to make him look directly into my eyes, he looks so desperate. I can already feel his cock going hard under me-almost feels like he’s not wearing anything under his shorts.

“Yes, please~” he whines, I immediately crash my lips back to his as I slowly grind on his hardened dick while his hands are placed on my waist. I move my kisses to trace his jawlines down to his throat, as I start to suck on his neck, he kept whimpering. My mind was set on pleasuring him tonight, making sure he is free from any stress.

“D-darling nggh~” He released a loud moan as I start to palm his cock through his damp shorts, now I’m 100% sure he doesn’t wear anything under his shorts as his shorts is now wet with his pre-cum. “Yes yes, just relax baby~ I’ll take care of you tonight. Let me take away all your stress.” I stepped down from his lap and kneel in between his legs. He looks at me with desperation and lust on his eyes.

I trail kisses on his clothed bulge, before pulling down his shorts and freeing his cock that hits his belly. He takes a sharp breathe when I start to pump his dick. I start giving the tip a few licks before taking half of his dick in my mouth. His head was immediately thrown back when I started sucking him, his hand is tangled on my hair, pulling it up like a ponytail before trying to push my head down to take all of him.

I looked up at him as he breathe heavily while moaning my name, I can see his eyes roll back every time I bobbed my head down. “Darling-hah oh yes! God you’re mouth feels so great mhmp” he whines more, I feel his dick start twitching in my mouth indicating that he’s close. He is now thrusting his hips to gain more friction, fucking his dick in to the back of my throat, he is already lost in the pleasure as I feel the wetness dripping from my cunt.

“Shit shit shit-aah fuck! ‘m coming! Can I come in your-hah mouth d-darling?” He said to which I just bobbed my head faster, chasing his high. Soon, he cums down my throat with a loud moan while pushing my head deeper, his dick is hitting the back of my throat as he releases more of his load.

After finally calming down from his high, he pulls out his dick from my mouth. He looks at me while he holds my cheek with one hand, I swallowed his cum and pulls out my tongue to show him. He just smiled at me and help me stand up.

Just as he thought I was finished, I pulled down my panties, before sitting down back on his lap and grinds on his cock once again. “Shit…” I muttered as the tip of his dick grind on my clit. I adjusted myself before inserting his dick inside me, which made him moan once again.

“Oh fuck! So good~” I moaned as I felt his cock hit the spot that makes me see stars. I started to ride him slowly, bouncing on him as his hands are on my hips, guiding me. “Mmhm i love you-hah, i love you so much… my darling wife hnngh” he kept whimpering as he now controls the pace, thrusting his hips harder as he makes me ride him.

I pulled him once again to a kiss, my hand is on his shoulder for support while the other one is tugging on his hair, which makes him whimper in to the kiss. “I love you so much… baby~ aahh nghh” I couldn’t help but feel the ecstasy overflowing me as he kept pounding on that same spot. Sooner or later, we both ended up cumming on the same time, before laying down on the bed. He still hasn’t pulled out yet as some of his come drips down my thighs.

We are both breathing heavily, we pulled each other for one last kiss before sleep engulf us.

Extra notes!:

Another part done! First, I’d like to apologize for not uploading earlier, our vacation started last week but there are still a lot of things we had to do, especially the preparation for our recognition that happens today (I was one of the honor students so yay!). Secondly, this part might seem rushed especially the smut scene, don’t worry, I will get back at the next part. Lastly, I still don’t know how I will end this story, I don’t really have a story board for this, I just wrote it after I enjoyed the c.ai bot version of this. So I’m not sure how much part this will have.

Oh and also I’m accepting request, I still don’t have any rules regarding it, but you can still send in your requests already, I’m fine with writing whatever you want as long as it doesn’t mention incest, underage sex, or any particular trauma like SA.

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[selarina]

Warm Mouth, Warmer Bodies

-> Getou Suguru x Fem!Reader

Summary: Feeling like a mere parasite sucking onto your friend, you watch the scene unfold before you. A man approaches her, asking her out — it's anticipated. It's a script that has played out countless times. However, just as you anticipate the final curtain, your attention is drawn to a man with eyes as dark as night.

Content Warnings: nightclub, first meeting, fluff, smut, exhibitionism, blowjob, grinding, alcohol consumption, explicit consent, language, sensuality, sushi, unedited

Word Count: 6.2k words

Author's Note: sushi and sensuality, my favourite s words

Read on AO3 | Minors and blank blogs DNI or I will block you

When the man in the blue corduroy shirt and starkly black tooled leather shoes ambles towards our table from his place in the VIP section, you have no qualms or illusions of what’s happening. He was coming to see your friend and rightly so.

She was always the one that caught people’s eyes, and years and years of being friends with her made you feel like a parasite that was merely managing to suck onto her. 

Like earlier today when you made your way to the table, a soft smile graced your face as you greeted your friends, just 5 minutes earlier than your friend. The first thing that came out of their mouths was, “Where is she?” 

He’s standing tall beside your table which remains fairly secluded in comparison to others in sight. You have trouble sketching the man’s face as it remains obscured by the bar’s dim lights but his choice of clothing seems to speak for itself. Sunglasses inside a dark club? Yeah, that seemed to speak for itself.

“What, may I ask, are you beautiful women celebrating today? I couldn’t help but overhear as I was walking here.” He speaks, his voice far too cheery to be pleasing to your ears. 

Your friend blushes, she must be able to see him better you think. She’s not one to fall so easily, not when there are quite literally plenty of fish in the sea. 

“My birthday,” she responds, her voice shy, and you are taken aback because this is a first.

But he doesn’t say anything more for some reason, he just lingers as he stares. For a second you think you notice a tint of red on his cheeks that makes its way to your eyes even through all the dark. 

“Hmm... Well, the birthday girl deserves some free drinks and food. Don’t you think so?" You suggest with a smile, hoping to break the awkward silence that took your company. 

“Yeah. Yes! Drinks and food, I can pay if you’re okay with that — that is,” he tries. 

Your friend chuckles, dipping her head all the way back before she answers — “I’d like that.” She squeezes your arm as she makes her way to the bar with him.

You turn away after making a note of where your friend sits, just in case she asks you to get here later. And as you’re turning, you notice another man standing, just a quick few steps away from where the man from earlier was standing. 

He’s just as tall as the man from before, but you can see his features much more clearly since he’s directly under the light. He’s lean, with dark hair, dark eyes, and dark circles. You think he exudes a perfect sort of beauty.

“Enjoy your night ladies,” he says. His voice isn’t deep or high-pitched. It’s just moderate, much like the fourth octave of a piano.

You put two and two together quite easily as you watch him point to the table where the man from earlier came from. He must be his friend — the moral support. He must be what you are to your friend. 

You smile, asking “Are you going to be alone?” 

“Yeah,” he answers, looking back at your friend, and his.

“You can join us,” you say.

He pauses as though in deep contemplation. He stares back examining the table you’re sitting in, proceeding to scan your other friends. You turn, and your friend on the very left seems very taken by him. You don’t blame her but something twinges in you.

“Or you can join me,” he says, gesturing back to the VIP lounge. 

You’re a bit baffled by this, really, and although it isn’t particularly enticing since it’s secluded and not necessarily safe, you felt the need to be part of something more than this one secluded table tonight — one that’s filled with friends who barely seem to acknowledge you when your friend’s not around. You decide you’ll text your friend an update, even if she seems occupied with the man from before. You trust that she’ll see and keep an eye out for you. Just in case.

You have a million questions in your head but it all comes down to an all-knowing —  “Really?” But you don’t say it, you settle for a “Sure, I can join you.”

Your voice comes out a bit more meek than earlier but you run with it. You accompany the man, getting a mere hand gesture to shoo you away as you tell your friends who seem engaged in a conversation about Aunt Claudia, whoever that may be. Your eyes flit to your friend as you walk, just to know where she is. 

“Fancy,” you say as you get to the VIP lounge. It’s a bit tacky for your tastes, but so is most of the decor at any other clubs you’ve been to. 

You take a seat, your legs crossed as your hand comes to hold your knee, feeling a bit awkward.

“Really?” He asks, and his distaste becomes quite visible, his lips twisting and his brows cinched together.

You chuckle in response. “Okay, it’s a bit tacky alright.”

“That’s more like it,” he smiles. “What’s your name?”

You answer, and he smiles and he continues keeping his gaze on you. And you start to think that you should be smarter than this. He’s gorgeous but there’s no need to be too enamored.

There’s simply no need, you think as your eyes flit to the way his hand scratches his forehead. Your eyes gaze down all the way to his biceps then his forearms and then his hands, they seem a bit calloused. 

You wonder what he does for a living as you continue to stare — the span of his hand and the way they seem to flex his forearms as they come to pick up his unfinished drink.

You gaze back up to his face and he’s still looking at you. A subtle quirk on his lips and you think maybe he knows you were staring too intently.

“What’s yours?” You ask, your hands squeezing your knees tighter and tighter as you speak, you think you could pop your kneecap.

“Suguru. It’s Getou Suguru.”

“Why did you ask me to join you here, Getou Suguru?” You try to maintain a semblance of compromise under his heavy gaze. 

“I like your dress,” he replies.

That’s… odd. Usually, it’s ‘I like your smile’, ‘I think you’re pretty’ or just a plain — ‘I really want to fuck you.’

“Do you?” You probe further.

“Yeah,” he answers, still nursing his drink.

“What do you like about it?” Your eyes squint, questioningly.

“It fits you well,” he says.

“Okay…” You seem a bit underwhelmed but not particularly surprised. 

“Do you want something to drink?” he offers.

“Not particularly,” you say. 

Your eyes drift to the crowd dancing, people grinding over each other, others running their hands over each other, and another couple that’s making out.

“Can I have the rest of your drink, actually?” You speak up.

“I can get you a new one. There’s barely anything left,” he answers, holding his glass up for you to see.

“It’ll suffice,” you relent as he hands the glass over to you with a mere shrug.

You finish the remnants of the drink in one shot, he was right there’s barely anything in here but it’ll do. “Do you want to dance Suguru Getou?” You ask, a bright smile on your face as you do. 

“Okay,” he assents, rising from his seat as his hands extended for you to take.

As your hands meet his, he pulls you up from your seat in a single graceful swoosh and suddenly, you are standing before him. Your body fixed itself upright as you smelt the soft notes of dark oud — a sort of woodsy, balsamic smell that sat on his skin. 

You guided him with a gentle force, making sure you didn’t lose him within the swirling mass of bodies. The dance floor, usually holds itself canvas to synchronized movements but today, the crowd seemed just too out of sync, as if they were entranced by beats playing in their own heads — something straight out of a silent disco club. Only it’s not, so you think maybe they’re just shitty at this whole scene. 

You can’t really blame them — for you are not an outsider peering in but an embodiment of the very people you seem to observe tonight but whatever it is — that’s coursing through your veins today seems to be conjured from a reality too different from your usual. Nonetheless, you choose to embrace it — if only for this evening.

As your eyes leave the bodies, they fall immediately onto the table with your friends — you catch mere glimpses but they seem too warped in their own conversations and laughter with not a care in the world. It leaves you feeling a bit empty. 

As you turn your attention to the man you pulled from the table, his eyes seem to have been focused on your face, his dark eyes fixed on yours as you inch a bit closer when someone behind you pushes you. 

As you stumble slightly from the unexpected push, Suguru's hand steadies you, his firm grip on your waist preventing you from losing your balance completely.

He leans in closer and closer until he’s only an earshot away from your ears. “I don’t dance,” he says. 

You pull back, your face blank — a face that conveys a registering mixture of annoyance and disbelief — “Seriously?”

But he leans back down to your ears, almost in tandem — “But, you can… dance for me?” he says as he takes a step back away from you, imploring and urging you to start as the only link between the two of you is your hand that remains in his grip. 

Your heart is racing almost a funny contradiction to the sensual, slower beats of the music in the background.

You start with a few cautious movements, withdrawn and moving inward. You wish you were one to let the music dictate your movements, but this is all too novel — especially with such an attentive member as your only audience. 

He doesn't dance, yet his body shifts to accommodate your own in his personal space — directing you in graceful turns and arcs as his eyes never leave you. It's almost as though he was orchestrating a dance of his own, one that revolves solely around you.

As you continue, you let go of your initial hesitations — it’s quite easy what with you expecting Getou to laugh at your moves but he simply stares in a growing expression that can only speak of desire. 

Your eyes close, as your body starts to respond to the music on its own. You twirl under Suguru's guidance, feeling a rush of exhilaration as the world blurs around you until you find yourself flush against his chest. You turn, as you find his breath against your shoulder.

You try — a small wave, before he pulls you closer to his body with his fingers pressing gently into your sides until you find yourself gently gyrating against him driven by the music, but mostly driven by his wandering hands. He leans further into your neck as though he’s trying to waft out your smell. 

His lips graze your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine as he murmurs, "You're not bad," he speaks, his voice comes out so low, it’s barely a whisper but it’s enough to send a rush of heat between your legs. 

You pivot with a swiftness that startles him, urging him to step back. “I think that was more than just not bad,” you speak as your expression contorts into an amused sneer.

A wry glint dances in his eyes. “Alright,” he concedes as he draws you in closer until your chest is pressed against his body. A soft sigh escapes him, he rests his head against your shoulder before he speaks up again — “You’re incredible.”

He gently sways as you do. You’re a bit tired from dancing all around him, but you sway with your body weight resting on his as he has on yours. Suguru's fingers start tracing a delicate random pattern up and down your spine. The motion is mesmeric — up and down, up and down until his grip tightens you after what felt like a quick few minutes. He pulls you off him as he says, “Let’s get out of here.”

—

You weren’t sure who was the initiator that bridged the expanse between the two of you, but his warm mouth slotting itself against your own was proof enough that at least one of you made the move. 

Your mind soon started reeling as soon as the two of you had made it to the quiet, empty corridor the two of you found yourselves standing in. 

You had looked around momentarily before the two of you had started kissing each other. There was close to no one in here — besides the few very unbothered workers who merely stepped off the side to get past the two of you.

Your mind was just beginning to find a calm, just beginning to stop its rampant reeling, but as soon as he started kissing you, it started reeling all over again until it went blank — an odd sort of extreme against the overwhelmed state you were previously in.

As both his lips moved fervently against yours, your hands kept reaching up, reaching onto whatever parts of his shirt you could heap in your fingers’ grasp.

Seemingly, in response his hand started to up to your hips, pulling you flush against the warmth of his body, as your hands bunched.

The kiss was so so good — and everything felt really hot — it made you want to rip out of your own clothes right there in the corridor, but you’re not that gone. Not yet.

You find yourself smiling as you pull back from the kiss. 

He tries to pull you back in, to keep you connected — his lips gently biting your own to keep you but he eventually relents when you push back harder. 

You needed to breathe but mostly you just wanted to see him — even if the lights were dimmer in this corridor — it’s not often you kiss a man this beautiful. 

His lips are merely a few inches away from yours, and you feel his hot breaths against your skin, he’s breathing a bit quicker than one normally would. Seems like he needed the break too — but just as you had that thought he pulls you right back into him.

You allow him to coax your lips apart, letting him pull you in closer and closer and closer against him — you wonder if there’s bounds to that — if there’s a limit to how close you can be but just as you have that thought, he pulls you in again. 

Greedy, you think. He’s moving like a greedy man right now, you wouldn’t have pegged him as one — not when you put him beside his more extroverted friend. 

Getou’s hands start to move from your hips to your waist, and now to your lower back. His fingers ghost just above your ass, and it reaches lower — inch by inch — as he continues kissing you.

Your ears quirk up as you hear some shuffling, and through what you can see through your very limited — very distracted vision, you notice a tipsy couple that seems to be making their way through the hallway.

And then you realize how dangerous the situation you were in was; how easily other people could see the two of you — your outfit falling off at the straps, and the two of you debasing yourselves in a public corridor.

“He—” you try to speak as you attempt to break away from the kiss. 

You didn’t mind the workers walking by, because they’re likely used to this sort of behavior here but you feel a bit bare all of a sudden as you’re watching the couple walk past, taking a turn at the end of the corridor. 

“Listen,” you finally plead when you manage to part.

He stops as he backs away, looking at you so so intently, and his eyes — pitch black — flutter with a reflection that mirrors your blankness. A notion flickers within you: that should you ask him something now, his words might come out in unintelligible murmurs. Strangely enough, you find that this realization stirs a faint swell of unwarranted pride within you.

“Not here,” you speak up, one hand lingering on his shoulder while the other gestures toward the expansive hallway.

His gaze follows your hand, fixating itself on the corridor — it’s empty, yet very much lacking in privacy. Almost on cue, a man strolls across his field of vision, proceeding to walk himself down the hallway. 

He sighs, making a small noise of acknowledgment as he grabs your hand. 

He starts guiding you along the corridor's length. Your path curiously seems to mirror that of the couple earlier. 

His grasp remains firm on your hand, and your gaze starts to linger to the point where your hands touch — his long, slender fingers interlocked steadfastly with your own. He had a pretty set of hands and their touch against your skin was unexpectedly soft.

And finally, the two of you arrive in a vacant room awash in a hue of techno pink, an ambiance that’s all too fitting with the club's aesthetic. 

You find that you’re almost a bit upset that you have to stop staring at his hands. If were in a more composed state than you find yourself in right now — you would ask if you could simply sit here so you could stare at them all day — maybe sketch them on a piece of napkin if you were truly feeling it. 

But alas, a different day, a different activity. And perhaps a different man. 

Yet, the present carries its own momentum. With little delay, he pushes you against the wall and starts pressing you into it roughly as his lips try to slot their way back against yours.

The second kiss is almost better than the first one — more desperate this time but you do think there was something about that first one that was made it slightly better — you found that you didn’t really care to analyze why right now, not when his hands started to grip your thighs.

You’re not sure if it’s because you two found yourselves in a more private location or if it’s because it was simply the next step but Getou starts moving more fervently, his hands moving from your thighs to your ass as he squeezes roughly, while his other ghosts around you hip, mirroring the same squeeze.

His hand kept moving, coming back up to your thighs, and then up to your hips, and then up to your ass — and honestly, you were getting tired of it so you pushed him away.

You speak up, averting your gaze to look at the door that remains ajar. “Don’t you want to close the door?” 

"Would you like me to?" he returns, a note of uncertainty edging his words.

"Yes, I think...?" you reply, a query veiled in your response.

"Okay," he concedes, his fingers idly scratching at his cheek.

“Wait, why would I not?” you interject, puzzled.

“You’d feel safer,” he responds, plainly.

“Right… That’s odd but kind,”  you acknowledge. “But I’d also rather not have an unexpected audience walk in on us so um—”

“I’ll get the door,” he interrupts, as he walks to the door, locking it and then double-checking as his hand tugs at the handle to ensure it’s closed.

“Did you drink much today?” he asks, his voice coming out a bit gruffly as his eyes look for an answer on your face.

“Half a glass of bad wine,” you said softly.

“Wine at a club,” he muses into the air.

You squint at the tone, “How much have you had?”

“I can handle my alcohol,” he responds, with a light chuckle.

“That’s not an answer.”

“Half a glass of that bad beer you tasted earlier,” he retorts. “Now, can I start getting naked?”

Your eyes narrow as you approach him, your hands reaching to the topmost buttoned part of his shirt, as you start unbuttoning them — one by one. 

You’re being extremely slow, Suguru can’t help but think, but he supposes it is nice — he feels the softness of your finger trailing down the expanse of his chest with each button pops open.

He let you go at your leisurely slow pace, but once you were done, everything happened quickly. 

It was almost impressive how quickly Getou managed to undress you once you’d finished off with his shirt. You didn’t even get to push the shirt off his body before his hands relentlessly started peeling your dress off you until there was nothing left to be shed except for your bra and underwear.

You start feeling hyper-aware of your body in relation to his, as the two of you move to a sofa in the room. You don’t feel it, not when you’re straddling his lap, but from what little you can feel — it’s one of those uncomfortable, plastic-like textures that you hate.

You jolt lightly out of your skin when his hand comes down, his fingers spread across your bare skin — it’s cold, firm, and absurdly enough suddenly warm against your skin. 

Looking directly into your eyes, Getou unveils the words, “Move for me?” 

It’s almost uncanny how closely it resembles the hushed “Dance for me?” from earlier, but just as you did on the dance floor, you heed the call, as you start moving to his plea.

As you continue moving against him — his fingers don’t remain idle, they start massaging you across the expanse of what he can reach of your skin. Gradually, they traverse inward, their progression deliberate — in small increments, as though he fears startling you, or that you might recoil if you catch on to his advance.

You maintain a rhythm, as you continue growing hot all over, your movement growing desperate now. 

But as though his fingers merely got bored he starts tugging at your underwear by the sides, tugging it higher and higher, until it starts stimulating you more.

Your hips buck forward, and you reach for him, and he responds by closing the distance between you both in a wet, messy kiss. You moan as your lips touch, and his tongue wastes no time in swiping over your lower lip and reaching far inside. 

Winding your hands around his neck, you scratch at the short hair at his nape, as you feel that his tied-up hair is starting to unravel. A moment later, you stroke his cheek as you continue maintaining the kiss. You feel like you want to touch every part of him, confirmation that he is really here, confirmation that tonight is really happening.

Getou on the other hand remains as composed as he’s been all night, and it’s starting to drive you a bit insane. His teeth nip and suck on your lips until you cede the pace all to his measly fingers, and just like that with little to no effort, he wrests control from you, taking regiment over your body.

And that’s why you pull back — you peer at him through heavy-lidded eyes, before you speak up.

“Can I go down on you?” you ask, as you continue peering at him, forcing him to keep looking at you.

If Suguru was being honest, your question left him feeling more bare than you were at the moment, even though he was fully dressed, aside from his half exposed chest. Your words struck him with a starkness that caught him off guard. It reached his ears as plain and straightforward, devoid of any and all embellishment. 

He blinks, surprise flickering across his features as he takes in your proximity, hovering just above him, your gaze intent as it seems to dim just bit by bit as every second passes. If he could hit himself in the head right now, he might have done so, but instead, he settles for a mental reprimand, as he finds it in himself to speak up, “Of course, sweetheart.”

“Okay,” you whispered to him, as you made your way down to the cold floor beneath you. Your knees settle as you look up to see him watching you. 

He was painfully hard in his pants, as you reached out to palm him through them. You felt his cock twitch at the light contact, as you unzipped him, tugging out of the confines of his pant and underwear.

You smiled softly, dipping down and mouthing at the base of his cock.

Getou groaned as you made your way up to the tip — suckling and licking along his length as you moved. You bore a sense of satisfaction as you moved with every sigh or grunt that came from his mouth.

You wrapped your lips around him properly for the first time, previously merely teasing him, and Getou’s hips shifted in his seat, as he sat up — his hand finding purchase on your head.

“Shit,” his word came out a little slurred as he hissed almost immediately. “Do more.”

“Hm?” you hummed curiously as you pulled away from him, using your hand to give a few pumps, thumbing at the underside of the head as you went back in. 

You peered up at him through your lashes, if only to savor his face for you like this — bare and unreserved. 

“You’re go—” You interrupt his sentence more into your mouth again, sinking down a little further than before, letting your tongue trail down around the underside of his cock.

“You’re good,” he completes his previous sentence, yet it still comes out restrained with a soft grunt. His hands tighten a bit around your head, gently tugging you further, as you gagged lightly against the sudden intrusion. 

You automatically try to move back, but find that his hand grasping your head keeps you there, after a moment you get used to it, you realize as you breathe through your nose and swallow around him.

“Shit—,” he moans, causing you to hum from your stuffed throat. You quite like the sound of him moaning for you.

At some point, when you look up you see him — his heavy-lidded eyes fluttering as he watches you hollow your cheeks, a squelching noise filling the pink room as you swallowed the final inch of his cock that you hadn’t been able to choke down yet.

And at that, his hips twitch, moving further into you like he was chasing for your mouth. All you could do was force your aching jaw to open further and ignore the spit that was spilling from your lips to better accommodate him.

“So good,” he breathed. “Keep going — Agh! I’m coming,” he groans, as he spills into you. 

You swallow almost immediately, not wanting to keep it in your mouth.

“You were good,” he appraises, softly — tired, as he lays back against the couch.

“Yeah?” you asked, your voice a little hoarse in your raw throat.

“Yeah,” he whispered, his hand reaching down to wipe off some cum on your chin as he nodded. 

Just as you're about to clear your throat, a sudden banging reverberates against the door. Instinctively, your arms swipe across your mouth before they cross to shield your chest, your hands darting to retrieve your dress from the floor, a mere few inches away.

Getou promptly starts buttoning his shirt, his movements swift as you slip your dress back from over your head. As you glance back, you notice him adjusting his pants, holding a few tissues as he discards them.

His hands come up behind you, as he tugs your dress down properly before he moves in front of you to open the door.

"Hey! Hello, sir. I’m so sorry, but someone’s booked this room for, well... right now! And I’m so, so sorry, but you'll have to leave now, so, um— I can clean up your mess," a young man, likely in his early twenties, blurts out, his words tumbling over themselves, leaving you and Getou little room to react.

Getou begins to respond after a brief pause, "It's okay, we'll—"

But he's quickly cut off by the same boy, who continues his rapid-fire explanation, "Not that I'm saying you were making a mess. I would never suggest that, but I just did— I'm so sorry, sir. Please for—"

With newfound poise, if only to save the boy from himself — you step past Getou. "It's alright. We'll be leaving, and you really don't have to apologize for doing your job," you assure him with a warm smile as your fingers curl around Getou's hand, leading him out of the heated room without hesitation.

“Sorry about that,” Getou interjects softly, his voice barely audible as the two of you amble alongside each other through the dimly lit corridor. You move slowly, a stark contrast to the walk you two made your way here.

“Not your fault,” you say, feeling a bit awkward now, as you become hyper-aware that you’re holding his hand. “Um, is this a common occurrence for you then?”

“Deal with nervous workers….?” He asks, puzzled.

“Bring women in here — to these rooms,” you gesture to another room with your free hand.

“Not often — First time at this club actually,” he admits.

“Ah,” you chuckle with no humor. “You just seemed like you knew where you were going.”

A pause, and his hand tightens around yours. “I really liked your dress.”

“You’ve mentioned that before,” you chuckle and squint. 

“Do you want to find another room now, or…?” His sentence wanes, leaving you to think.

Honestly, a deep sense of fatigue courses through your body, and you have work tomorrow. You didn’t expect to meet a man as handsome as him, but you would much rather leave this place if anything to avoid a grumpy day tomorrow. Leaving him, however, held a different narrative altogether.

“I want to go home,” you concede, with a sigh.

You figure if he likes you enough, he may ask you out again. If not, you’ll suffice just fine eating the ice cream you bought this morning as you watch a film, nestled in the comforts of your couch.

—

The two of you make your way to the exit, Suguru's hand finds the small of your back, guiding you with a gentle touch as he slows to walk in tandem with you. You take the final few steps down the stairs and you’re outside — the night air coming in cool against the heat on your skin. The world outside the club comes to be a stark and ideal contrast to the sensory overload you have just experienced.

"I can call for a car," Suguru offered, his voice a soothing murmur. "My driver can drop you home."

Your mind raced and seemed to think a lot but also not much at all — you wanted to spend more time with Suguru but the practicality of sleeping in your warm bed seemed to outway anything else in the moment. 

"Actually, there's a little sushi place nearby. Do you mind if we make a quick stop? I want to take some food home," you say. 

A fair compromise, you think.

Suguru's lips curled into a faint smile, his eyes glinting with light amusement. "Sushi, huh? Sure,” as he gestured for you to lead the way.

The sushi place you had in mind was about 6 minutes away by walk, it’s a quaint little establishment with traditional decor. As you enter, the soft chime of a bell startles you a bit. 

You place your order — already having decided on your walk here, as Suguru orders a double — telling them he’ll surrender his preference to yours for the night.

The cashier speaks up, “To go or have here ma’am?” 

���To go, please.” You respond as you offer a sidelong smile to Suguru. He returns the smile, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before he turns his attention back to the cashier to pay.

As you wait for your orders, the two of you take a seat at one of the many empty tables at the restaurant. You do suppose no one’s coming here at 3 in the night. 

Suguru is a portrait of ease, he leans back against the arm of the chair, his posture relaxed as he seems slightly tilted towards where you sit. 

“I forgot to tell my friends I was leaving,” you speak up, breaking the air. You should be more frantic but you can’t seem to find yourself caring, not even if they got mad when they eventually realized.

“They didn’t seem to care,” he responded, his tone measured as he gauged your reaction.

“No,” you sigh as you allow yourself to recline further into your chair, stretching your aching back. “They don’t really.”

He hums, and you think about how much you’ve revealed to a guy you met barely a few hours ago.

You turn around, scanning the emptiness of the sushi place. It’s still soothing, even with the lack of human chatter. The lights sit warm against your Suguru’s skin, making him look a lot more wholesome than he had been half an hour ago. 

Eventually, the two of you get your respective orders as you stand outside, waiting for Suguru’s car. You have a thin sweater that’s donning your body – you didn’t think it would be that cold — it’s the peak of autumn after all but it’s extra chill today, the hair on your skin rising and rising as the winds woosh past the two of you.

Thump! And you feel a weight against your body, you turn — it’s Suguru’s blazer, and the black cloth sits heavy against your shoulders. You wordlessly draw your hands in through the sleeves as you pull the coat closer to your body. You feel so snug you could fall asleep right here in the middle of the street.

“Today was nice,” you say, and as much as this is a mere formality — there is a tinge of gratitude lacing your words. “Thank you.”

Suguru's gaze sought you out, his lips parting slightly as if he was about to say something, but ultimately, he simply nodded as he accompanied that with a soft smile.

There, the two of you continued to stand in silence before Suguru's car finally pulled up to the curb, its engine purring so softly, that you think you could only hear it because the street was empty tonight. 

The driver promptly steps out, greeting you with a courteous smile as he opens the door for you both. 

You settle into the backseat, the plush interior strange but enveloping you in a warmth you can’t deny is comforting. Suguru follows suit, his presence finds itself flush right next to you. The car begins to glide through the city streets.

You wonder why he sat right next to you when this car was big enough for you two to sit separately. He mutters something to the driver, as he asks you for your address. 

And then you two sit in silence before he speaks up after what seems like quite a while.

“I didn’t make you cum,” he says, plainly with no shame.

You glance at the driver, who’s too immersed in the road. You sigh, “It’s fine,” is all you can bring yourself to say. 

“I never let a woman go home without making her cum,” he says.

“Aren’t you cocky?” You smile.

“But I'll take care of that — next time.”

“There’s a next time,” you repeat. “Is there?”

“If that’s okay with you, of course.”

“That’s… okay with me,” you say as a smile tugs on your lips, as you flop your head onto his shoulders.

The lofty tune playing in the background finds your ears and even though you don’t recognize it, it prompts you to hum it, the hum brewing from what can only be muscle memory. 

“You listen to Bobby Timmons?” He asks. 

You hum, as you turn to look at him. “Apparently so,” you mutter against his shoulder as another wave of fatigue passes through your body.

“Why did you ask me to join you, by the way, Getou Suguru?”

“I liked your dress,” he mentions.

“Right,” you sigh. “But why? What else?”

“I thought you were pretty,” he says plainly. “And you looked kinda miserable, and it made me want to buy you a drink or take you dancing or something.”

“Ah,” you chuckle, a wave of energy leaving your body at that. “I guess the story wouldn’t start without a man with a savior complex,” you muse with a light chuckle.

He chuckles and it reverberates against your body, and for some reason, it satiates you.

You nestle in a bit further into him as you focus your tired gaze on the lights outside that swish past you as the car continues to glide into the night. 

#getou suguru x reader #getou x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen angst #jujutsu kaisen fluff #getou suguru #jujutsu kaisen getou #getou suguru x you #getou smut #getou suguru x y/n #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk x fem!reader #jujutsu kaisen geto #jujutsu kaisen x you #geto x y/n #geto x reader #gojo x you #geto x you #geto suguru #getou x y/n #getou x you #getou suguru x reader smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader fluff #jjk x reader smut

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook/Namjoon:

Don't Play With Your Food

I'm which you've got to be fiund- no matter how.

Tags/Warnings: Angst, Black Panther Hybrid!Jungkook, Bunny!Reader, human!Namjoon, hybrid trafficking, hospital

Length: mid/long

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A/N: Boo. ⛔️✨️👉There is no taglist.👈✨️⛔️

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Jungkook has been regressing ever since losing you.

Namjoon has never seen him like this before. The young man is hardly talking, communicating rather in sounds of either disapproval or agreement over questions he's asked, behavior more lead by instincts than ever before. It worries Namjoon; so much so, that currently, he's browsing on his phone for therapy spots in Seoul for predator hybrids like Jungkook. Even if he doesn't want to admit it, there is, after all, a chance of you not ever coming back- and he wants to be somewhat prepared for it.

A hybrid losing their mate is a traumatic thing, after all.

Namjoon himself has to function, put his own emotions aside, because he needs to support Jungkook down the line. He's promised that.

The black panther is currently napping on the bed in the hotel they've rented, a rare moment of silence giving Namjoon a moment to breathe. Jungkook doesn't know how much stress he's putting on his owner after all, and it's also nowhere near his fault for being like this. Trauma just affects hybrids differently than humans.

What pains him even more is the fact that even in this state, Jungkook is still Jungkook- he instantly became apologetic after scratching him by accident earlier today, becoming clingy and needy for reassurance.

Namjoon is looking at a remote therapy center when a call interrupts him, number foreign and unknown to him- and his first instinct is that it might just be the police with an update to the situation as he answers, while Jungkook stirs a little on the bed, stretching his limbs. The voice on the other line is foreign, and it takes his brain a second to recognize the language as japanese, before it switches to a female voice speaking korean. "Hello? Is this Kim Namjoon?" The voice asks, and Namjoon furrows his brows, absentmindedly running his hand over Jungkooks shoulder as the black panther hybrid growls a little under his breath.

"Yes. Who is this?" He asks, when the voice continues.

"This is Tokyo Central Hospital, I'm calling because we have a hybrid here with the Tattoo Number 134340-" She asks, and Namjoon instantly sits up straight, knocking Jungkook's head off of his lap as a result. Instead of complaining however, the hybrid seems to realize the shift in mood right away, now leaning in closer to hear what's being said over the phone as well.

"Yes, I'm the owner, is- is she okay?!" He instantly demands, voice cracking a little midway in the sentence.

And his only thought is: Please don't say it.

"She's been brought to the ER today a few hours prior, but she's currently stable. Is there any way for you to come here? I know you live-" She, again, doesn't get to finish her sentence, Jungkook already having tumbled down the bed in his hurry to fetch his shoes, Namjoon having to harshly pull the hybrid's tail to get him to stay still for just a moment.

"We'll be there as soon as we can- is it alright if I bring along another hybrid?" He asks, and Jungkook swipes his tail from side to side aggressively, knocking over a pen on the table behind him.

The female nurse chuckles. "That's alright for us here, I think it would actually help a lot to have some people she knows around her, she's been quite scared." She explains, and Namjoon nods at Jungkook, finally letting the buzzing hybrid rush to get his shoes and jacket on.

"Thank you so much, we'll be there soon." Namjoon informs her, before hanging up, and rushing to grab onto the hood of Jungkook's sweater. "Come here, I won't risk losing another one." He scolds, putting Jungkook's collar on, before he takes a deep breath.

Time to bring you home.

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"So, she is unconscious right now because we've given her a lot of pain relief-" The nurse explains, leading both through the busy department where patients are being treated. Namjoon had instantly asked to be explained what's been happening and what's going to happen, wanting, no, needing to know what's going on to reassure himself of you being fine. "-and she is a little bruised, but she's stable enough for now." She continues to explain. "I'd like for you not to crawl into bed with her to avoid causing anymore damage, we're still waiting for the results of the scans to come back, but you can hold her hand and sit close to her alright?" She asks Jungkook, who nods once before turning his attention back to his environment, as if to scan for where you might be. "He's not much of a talker, is he?" She chuckles, as Namjoon nods a little.

"He's usually a lot more controlled, but the situation had put a lot of stress on him." He apologizes almost, making the nurse nod in understanding.

"That's alright." She says, before she stops walking and pulls a curtain back. "Alright, come on in."

Jungkook is instantly at your side, almost tripping over the cables attached to you, the black panther instantly holding your hand, nuzzling the back of it to get his scent back onto you, whining quietly to himself. "I'll let the doctor know you're here." She simply informs Namjoon before she leaves, pulling the curtain shut again to give you some privacy.

In a way, everything becomes dull in the background for Namjoon.

None of the noises reach him, nothing that goes on around you can really come into focus as he sits down calmly on one of the chairs at the side, simply watching Jungkook cling onto you. You really look like you're only sleeping- apart from a couple of scratches on the side of your jaw, and all of the equipment hooked onto you to monitor your condition, you look almost relaxed. He can spot one of your ears being shaved on the inside, probably done by the medical staff to be able to read your ID tattoo properly. He can't stop simply staring for a moment, rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor calming him down somewhat, when a tall man walks in.

"Alright, Hello." The doctor introduces himself with his name and profession, before he laughs when Jungkook growls a little, the hybrid probably feeling threatened by the young and a lot taller male. "Well, hello to you too." He jokes, making Namjoon laugh a little as well. "So I just looked at her results, and it's thankfully a lot less than we initially expected." He explains, and while talking to Namjoon about what's going to have to be done moving forward, Jungkook is busy re-familiarizing himself with you.

There's nothing else on his mind at the moment than you, there, existing, alive.

"Jungkook- come here for a moment, they need to work for a second, okay?" Namjoon carefully tries, running a hand over the hybrid's shoulder. He shakes his head immediately at the prospect of having to leave you again, but at the sight of the nurses, he understands.

Though he can't help but side-eye the tall doctor as he walks past him.

But his jealousy is quickly drowned out as he watches several nurses move and prepare things. He instantly whines and struggles a bit as Namjoon holds him close somewhat on his thigh, very much just as distressed at seeing them move around. "She's got a collapsed lung on the left side, so we're going to insert a small tube to help re-inflate it. It might wake her up since it's quite an uncomfortable procedure, but it's necessary." A nurse explains, and Namjoon nods. "She won't be in pain, but she'll still feel it." She clarifies, and Jungkook hides his face in his owner's neck, who in return stares blankly at the way they work on you.

Surely enough, you do wake up from it, whining pitifully at the confusing surroundings and strange things done to you, nurses doing their best to reassure you that you're fine. It's quite an odd scene to be living through, but frankly, Namjoon is more so relieved that you're in the best care you can be for now.

"Kim Namjoon?" Someone asks, and he looks up at a police officer. "We're aware that this must be a distressing situation, but we'd like to fill you in on the situation at the moment." The man explains, and Namjoon nods. "She was found roaming around tokyo's subway station, security cameras show her being dropped off by a person we've already identified and taken into custody." He says, reading from a notepad. "According to him, he'd been told to 'throw her out' because she was never an intention target from the start. She was, unfortunately, at the wrong place during the wrong time." He sighs.

"Will they look into Seoul's lack of care when she was discharged as well?" Namjoon darkly asks, running a hand over his hybrid's back.

"Thats for the south korean police to decide- though I believe they're looking into it as we speak." The man offers. "For now I can tell you that, even if under unfortunate circumstances and not intentionally, she's been the lead we've been searching for for months. 136 Hybrids had been discovered this morning due to her showing up." He says.

"Thats good to hear." Namjoon simply nods, and the police officer excuses himself before he leaves you all alone again, everything having settled down quite a bit.

And then, your eyes fall on your family, and the dam breaks.

"We're right here love, don't cry." Namjoon immediately hurries out, walking closer with Jungkook who latches back onto your hand. "You'll be fine." Your owner says, and you nod.

"...joon?" You ask meekly, voice cracking a bit.

"Hm?" Namjoon asks, leaning in to hear you better-

But instead of talking, you simply peck his cheek-

And his tears flow freely at that.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #hybrid imagine #namjoon imagine #dont play with your food au

[dayumbxxch]

Spoiled Memories

The sound of your favorite song drowns out the sound of your heavy breathing. Life in Haddonfield had become too much once again. Your mind was clouded with thoughts of what happened earlier.

"Do you know  Michael Myers?" Dr.Loomis asked Y/N as she sat across from the 'shape' as some call him. "Yes sir.." Her voice had gotten quite like usual. "Would you like to elaborate?"

"We were friends in Elementary."

"Good friends?" This has peaked the Psychiatrist's interest; the only friend Michael was known to have was his mother.

"I guess he was my only friend besides family. We spent all our time together if that's what you're asking."

Your head began pounding from the lack of oxygen, as you rest your hands on your knees to catch your breath a deep sense of sadness washes over you.

Michael wasn't someone you could forget, he was your best friend. After leaving Haddonfield you weren't the same for years. Once you finally got your grounding your brother had gone missing and no one seemed to care. You'd gotten your breath of fresh air and you suddenly began drowning once again.

Slowly you started to jog picking up the pace as your nose tingles and you feel tears coming. It wasn't fair why did all of this happen to you? Wasn't your parents leaving you bad enough? What did you do to deserve such pain?

'Everything is going to be fine. I'll find him and leave this town and it's dark past behind.' You told yourself in order to not lose all the progress you had made over the years.

Your quick run had come to an end at your doorstep where Elvis was waiting.

Sitting in bed Y/N began to think if everything was truly worth it. Her phone showed 4:25 AM which lit up her dark room. Deciding the money was worth it she dragged herself out of bed.

"Hey Isabella." You say with a yawn as your friend groans loudly while setting her bag down. "I just wanna go home." She whines while leaning back against the wall. "What if we just quit and leave?"

"You have to meet Michael again today don't you?" You nod while sighing loudly. "Don't get murdered shit girl. You aren't getting paid enough for that."

To start the work day the girls made their way down the hall towards the dining room. Like usual it was mainly empty, breakfast wasn't a popular meal in this place. Most people preferred to sleep instead of eating the mush they serve.

"So where are you took next week off right?" Y/N nods while setting a cup in front of a patient. "Yeah I'm leaving town for a couple days. Can you still watch Elvis?"

"Absolutely I've been dying to see your house. I heard you moved into that two story out on Benlumpkin road. That place is massive compared to my apartment."

Y/N's palms start to sweat  as she stands outside the double doors.

"He's in his room today."

"Hm?" She turns around to see Dr. Loomis with his hands behind his back. "He wouldn't come out of his room. So I was hoping you could speak to him. It might encourage him to speak once again after such a long period."

"I guess I could.." Picking at the skin around her nails while walking next to the doctor. "Don't worry I'll talk to Mrs. Shalley to give you a raise." The silence between the two grew loud as they reached the end of the hall.

"Ladies first." Y/N walks through the steel door and into Michaels room. "Hey.." The room was more silent than ever.    Y/N takes the opportunity to look around the room. Masks cover the walls, each one different from the last. "Remember that one you used to wear as a kid?"

Tracing her finger along a mask before walking over to the desk where Michael was sitting. The one on the table before him was solid black. "What's up with this one?" He doesn't even notice her or pretends not to.

Moments of silence pass before Y/N walks over to the door. "Doctor Loomis I don't see this benefitting anyone."  He'd been standing in the doorway watching the awkward one sided interaction. "Do you think he'd harm you if he had the chance?"

Thinking about it Y/N answers. "Probably not but I haven't seen him since her murdered a bunch of people, so maybe. Why?"

Dr. Loomis shuts the door with her inside. "We're going to try something new!" The demented man says through the thick metal door. "What?! I didn't agree to this!" She whisper yells in anger in the sudden betrayal. "Don't worry the guards are right outside. Try to get him to speak! We'll give it thirty minutes or so and see what happens."

"If you don't let me out of here right now I'll sue." The doctor puts his hand to his ear to gesture that he can't hear. "You heard me two seconds ago! Let me out!" She slams her hand on the door before noticing the shift in the eyes of the man in front of her.

Y/N turns around to be met face to chest with Michael. "Damn." It was an automatic response to the giant in front of her. "Shit dude. You can't sneak up on people like that."

Going around the side of him Y/N takes a closer look at his room. "These people want us to talk y'know? Like that's gonna help you barely spoke when we were kids." After not receiving a response as expected, she turns around to see the monster in the same spot.

"I don't know what to say.." She trails off with a sign. "I never do."

Attempting to keep the silence at bay Y/N speaks up again. "Do you remember that day we met, when I snuck into the boys bathroom?"

#michael myers x reader #slasher #slasher x you #y/n #halloween #rob zombie #michael myers #dr loomis

[returntoaranara]

I made another one later this day 😅

I didn't talk about my greetings and feelings much in my post earlier today so this may be an opportunity to speak up here :)

Actually I started playing twst after the first beans day event 🫥 I knew the game since its pre-registration (but I didn't do this as I didn't know what the game was actually about at that time). And this was the chance for me to go deeper into Disney's movies with the opportunity to meet Toboso Yana, who is my favourite manga artist right now >< I would not become a fan of Black Butler (and this is the only manga that I am currently reading + chasing up to the latest chapter) if I didn't play twst......Yana's storyboards & characters are really fantastic which every character (including supporting characters) appearing are attractive 😭

I am really glad to see Yana's motivation and passion on developing new ideas on main story, event motifs, and also spending lots of time on those beautiful & elegant costumes that you can't imagine how come clothings for male characters can be arranged into this way (where most of the games cannot)

Because of the twisted, unpredictable plot and the perfect world settings, the main story part with new elements added upon release of new books, twst becomes my favourite fantasy online game I have ever played apart from genshin and hsr (especially compared to those featuring male characters just like twst, but none of them locates on the satisfaction line......I had played some of them and found that those were disastrous 😨). Even though I tried to avoid anime stuffs right now (due to certain reasons that I haven't mentioned), twst is one of the very few anime games developed in Japan that I am still sticking into

I think that twst is not just a game for female anime fans or Yana's fans, it is also recommended to those who loves Disney or fantasy stories even though they are not female or anime fans. The main reason is that the storyboard and the style of writing matches majority of fantasy lovers unlike most games featuring male characters usually describe a lot on relationships between characters or some irrelevant stuffs with pointless plots (which cannot be accepted by male audiences and even some of us)

I am really grateful to celebrate twst's 4th anniversary and looking forward for 5th anniversary next year! 😊

#twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #idia shroud #twst idia #twst 4th anniversary #twisted wonderland 4th anniversary #Thank you twst

[celiciaa]

GILBERT VON OBSIDIAN MAIN ROUTE....

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR, ROMANTIC.

translations are not 100% accurate. expect mistakes.

trigger warning: mentions of rape, death and violence.

minors and ageless blogs dni.

That day —— I slipped out of Obsidian Castle.

Wearing the black dress gifted to me by Lord Gilbert, with obsidian jewelry on my chest.

No soldiers were blocking my path, and with surprising ease, I met up with the owner and the others who had been staying at the lodging facility.

The signing ceremony is just around the corner.

It is a long-awaited treaty that promises that the great military nation of Obsidian will not commit a military invasion.

Although King Chevalier evaluated it as meaningless,

That is only if Lord Gilbert's plan to destroy the continent is successful.

(I will stop the plan and attend the signing ceremony. That's the best I can do right now.)

From the land of ore to the land of roses.

By the time we passed through the checkpoint and entered the country, I had stopped crying, which had not stopped for a long time recently.

(I haven't had this feeling in a long time.)

What awaited me when I returned to Rhodolite was a host of hostility sharper than the thorns of a rose.

All of the princes except King Chevalier and Luke were gathered in the room,

The major bureaucrats, the political aristocracy, the soldiers and knights in high ranks.…

As a commoner, I was never expected to have anything to do with the leadership of Rhodolite.

(I was prepared. I was prepared for it. .…But it still hurts.)

When I was Belle, I was in the lowest seat, but now I am sitting in the honored seat/the highest position.

I was reminded that my position had changed and that I had become a member of an enemy nation.

Bureaucrat: Impossible...this is a farce.

Bureaucrat: A woman who until recently was a daughter from Rhodolite is now the Empress?

Bureaucrat: Who would trust and accept such a crude plot?

Bureaucrat: Obsidian never intended to sign a non-aggression pact to begin with.

Leon: But Emma has the emperor’s power of attorney. Besides…..

I met Leon's gaze and nodded.

Emma: I am now officially welcomed into the royal family by Lord Gilbert.

(….That was a big lie——)

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Gilbert: It's good to call yourself whatever you like in Rhodolite. I will match your settings.

Gilbert: But I hate lies. Be responsible for what you say.

Emma:…….

Gilbert: You can take your time thinking about it, okay?

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(Even if it uses everything available, it still serves the purpose.)

I can think about the future as much as I want later.

Emma: This is something the Emperor has authorized me to do.

Emma: On top of that, I was given the position of Empress on behalf of the Emperor.

The surroundings rumbled, and the air shook.

Leon: If she's registered with Lord Gilbert, even if she's from Rhodolite.….

Leon: Emma is a member of the Obsidian Imperial Family.…and is considered fully qualified to be appointed as a proxy Empress.

Leon: The signing ceremony is supposed to be attended by the Emperor…..

Leon, who has never smiled since entering the room, pulls a letter from his pocket.

The emblem depicts a strong fortress of Obsidian.

Leon: Earlier this morning, I also received a personal letter from the Emperor of Obsidian.

Leon:…It's a bit of a mystery why he's appointing Emma instead of Lord Gilbert, but…

Leon: This proves that his signature validates Emma's. There can be no doubt about it after all this

(That's...not what I heard.)

(…After you’ve threatened me so much that you wouldn't let me out of the castle…..)

Clenching my fist, unbeknownst to myself, I let go of the emotions that were about to overflow.

Then I turned to the domestic bureaucrats, who were the first to speak up.

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Bureaucrat: I'm sorry...may I be excused from the meeting today?

Bureaucrat:….I can’t stand it.

Bureaucrat: No matter what...my wife's face comes to mind.

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(…You’re one of those who hate and resent Obsidian, so half-hearted words won't reach you.)

All of those pretty words of the past have bounced back. // Everything that was once beautiful has been repelled.

I open my mouth, carefully choosing the words that come to mind.

Emma: It may be natural to feel neglected.

Emma: But I am here, and I didn't come here lightly.

Emma: To stand here as one who once committed the tragedy of the Bloodstained Rose Day.…

Emma: It's the equivalent of being on the edge of a needle.

Bureaucrat:…

(Rhodolite is no longer by my side.)

(That was the price I had to pay to achieve my ideals.)

There is no turning back, even if my heart bleeds.

Emma: I told you before. That I wish for Rhodolite the everlasting peace

Emma: We should approach Obsidian and establish a new relationship...

Emma: That idea hasn't changed. I'm here to fulfill the ideals I had that day.

Bureaucrat:….Do you truly think your ideals can be fulfilled with a treaty that could be violated at any moment?

Emma: No…of course, I don't think this will solve everything. It's just a first step.

Emma: However….

The corners of my mouth lifted up as I remember the gentle smile that Lord Gilbert always had on his face.

Now I am on Obsidian’s side.

Then I wanted to face them with dignity and grace, like Lord Gilbert, who doesn't care about hostility.

Emma: You never know until you try.

Emma: This non-aggression pact could really be a stepping stone to peace.

Emma: I will not let Obsidian invade Rhodolite ever again.

Emma: I believe that is the consensus not only of myself but of everyone present here.

Bureaucrat:….

Emma: It's the first and last chance Lord Gilbert has given to a mere girl.…

Emma: I'm going to use this to my advantage and go as far as I can.

(Even if it is a self-righteous one...)

Looking around at the assembled people, I make a proud declaration.

Nokto: Do you understand the cost of "use"?

Nokoto: If you participate in a signing ceremony that attracts international attention as a proxy Empress, you are no longer a hostage.

Licht:…Obsidian is an evil empire, the whole continent thinks so.

Licht: From now on, just because you are a member of the royal family, you will be accused of something for a crime you did not commit. You will be in that position.

Jin: Even we won't be able to protect you...and at worst, there's a possibility that we'll become your enemies.

Jin: If you want to reconsider, now is your last chance. You still have a path to exile, don’t you?

The Rhodolitian princes seemed genuinely concerned about me.

(….There's no way such kind people would fall to the tyrannical authorities that Lord Gilbert hates.)

So I am confident that I can stop Lord Gilbert's ambition.

Emma:…Thank you very much.

Emma: But it’s okay. I didn't come here because I was forced to.

Nokoto, Licht, and Jin:…..

Yves:…Why.

(Yves…?)

Yves, who had remained downcast and silent until then, looks up.

His expression was somewhat angry.

(Come to think of it, Yves was quiet the whole way back to Rhodolite from Obsidian.)

(He looked like he was pondering something.….)

Yves:…Why should you have to carry such a burden?

Yves: This is a matter between countries, not one that involves good, ordinary people like you.

Yves: I have no idea what Prince Gilbert is thinking, but…

Yves: All that you're physically trying to do is...

Yves: It should…have been me, because I have Obsidian and Rhodolite blood in my veins.

(….)

(I see….Yves is angry with himself...)

━━FLASHBACK━━

Gilbert: "The only prince who came back to the castle dressed beautifully."

Yves:…….

Gilbert: I’ve heard this rumor before, was it true?

Yves:….I was useless on the battlefield anyway.

Gilbert: Wow, that's great. You're at Rhodolite and you're proudly taking Obsidian's side.

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(I am sure my ideals and Yves' ideals are the same...)

(Maybe he really wanted to be a bridge between the two countries all along.)

Yves:…I don't want you...to be...sacrificed.

Yves: If only I'd been more...stronger…

Yves looks down at his eyes with a bright red face.

His beautiful ultramarine eyes seemed to be wet with tears.

(Perhaps if it is…sacrifice.)

(…Even if Yves were to take over my ideals...)

(I don't think I would give up this position. .…You might say I don't want to give it up.)

(Is it really for the everlasting peace of Rhodolite?)

━━FLASHBACK━━

Emma: What does it mean to "love"?

Gilbert: It's easy.

Gilbert: Isn't that what you want me to live for?

Emma: You love….me.

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(I already know the reason why.)

A self-mocking smile spreads on my lips.

Emma:…What I'm trying to do is not for my country.

Yves: Eh….

(I want everlasting peace. There's no doubt about that.)

(But my motives... are different from before, when I could only say empty words like anyone else would have.)

Emma: Obsidian has a lonely, troublesome beast.

Emma: He's a beast who doesn't trust anyone, doesn't love anyone, and is willing to destroy everything...

Emma:…I think he only loves me.

Yves:….

Emma: If Rhodolite and Obsidian no longer have a reason to be enemies, we can stand by them.

Emma:…I am not a victim.

(Loving Lord Gilbert in this place is unacceptable. that's why…)

Emma: Rather, he's a big, bad with no-excuses villain.

When I revealed my hidden feelings, some thorns became even sharper, and others lost their strength due to bewilderment.

I don't know what each of them is thinking about, though,

The only thing I was sure of was that some of the pitying glances at me had disappeared.

I feel guilty and have a guilty conscience.

(But my heart can't help it.)

A soft laughter echoes through the silent room.

I looked next to me and saw Leon laughing for the first time today.

Leon: Don't think of me as a scoundrel. I just can't help that feeling.

Leon: I hope you are not sacrificing for our country. I was relieved just knowing that.

(Leon….)

Leon stood up from his seat and turned his gaze around the assembled crowd.

Leon: Do you all understand the situation regarding Obsidian's attendance at the signing ceremony?

Leon: If anyone has something else to say, say it now. However….

Leon: Only those who have the same resolution as Emma's are allowed to speak.

Leon: Knowing that she will not be welcomed by you, the proxy Empress has come to this country for the sake of peace.

Leon: Which one of you can surpass Emma's determination?

No one opens their mouths at the voice of their leader.

Each of them seemed to swallow the words with a hesitant look on their face.

Leon: Then it's decided. Treat Emma respectfully as a guest of Obsidian.

Leon: And then, Julius.

Julius: Yes. What is it?

Julius, a soldier from the domestic faction who had been waiting in the corner of the room, steps forward.

Leon: You are in charge of protecting Emma during her stay.

Julius:….

(Oh...is he upset?)

Julius: Why me? There are plenty of other people who would be better suited to protect her.….

Leon: You are the most trustworthy. …For Emma right now, okay?

(...The way you said that...)

(….)

━━FLASHBACK━━

Gilbert: Thank you.

Julius: No, I'm glad I could help.

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(...Ah, so that's what it means...)

Julius: Since when——

Julius is blatantly upset but swallows his words.

Julius:…No, I understand. I will protect her even if it costs me my life.

(Julius is an Obsidian spy.….)

(…Just as Prince Chevalier said, you were close to him.)

Clavis: Hmm... then Cyril, you too. It's not enough to have only one guard for Obsidian's royal family.

Cyril: Yes, sir.

Leon: Then dismissed. Now, please do your part for the signing ceremony.

Leon's voice made people stand up from their seats as if time had begun to move.

Some looked at me as if they had something to say, while others quickly turned away, not wanting me to be in their sight.

(But I guess I got through the first barrier.)

(I don't expect the relationship to change right now, but I can start earning their trust with my actions.)

(I'll be able to attend the signing ceremony, so that leaves...)

Emma: Hey, Leon...where’s Luke?

Asking in a hushed voice, Leon beckoned Clavis, who was just about to get up.

Clavis: What is it?

Leon: Her Majesty is looking for Luke.

Clavis:…Hmm.

Leon: You know where he is, don't you? I know you were sneaking around with Chevalier last night.

Clavis: Haha. As expected of our leader. You can't be underestimated, can you?

(I don't know what you mean.)

Clavis: I have an idea...but do you really want to see him?

Emma: Yes, I have to see him now.

(I've been keeping my eye on Luke for a long time.)

(I stopped thinking about it too deeply when the owner came in that day, though...)

━━FLASHBACK━━

Gilbert: What kind of answer did you come up with?

Emma:….No, it’s nothing.

Gilbert: Liar.

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(——As Lord Gilbert said, that was a lie.)

(I have a pretty good idea...of what Luke is.)

(I should have known when I was friends with Lord Gilbert.)

Clavis looked at me as if he were searching for something, but eventually he shrugged his shoulders in an exaggerated manner.

Clavis: Then I'll go with you. If that's what the Empress requested?

——Clavis prepares a carriage behind the court and sneaks out through the back gate.

Cyril and Julius are riding alongside us on horseback as escorts, but there is no one with them.

(I knew that not being in the court meant...)

Clavis: You noticed that, didn't you?

Emma: The way you said that...So did you, Clavis.

Clavis: Yes. By the way, my brother knows.

Clavis: Today, apart from Luke, Chevalier was the only one you didn't see, right?

Clavis: You're smart enough to know what's going on.

(...No way——)

━━FLASHBACK━━

Gilbert: For example, how do you feel when your loved one has to die for his country?

Gilbert: Is it clear that it can't be helped? Human beings are not so easy.

Gilbert: But he does it without hesitation. That's why he's such a cruel and merciless beast.

Gilbert: He has no hesitation in killing people. As Belle, you have one more insight, haven't you?

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(Luke should now be "national harm" for Rhodolite.)

(And King Chevalier has no tolerance for any harm to the country...)

My blood turned so hot that I covered my mouth with my hand.

Clavis: As you can imagine, things are pretty serious.

Clavis: And "they" are also bloodthirsty and don't even have ears to listen to people's stories.

(Clavis also seems to have guessed what I'm trying to do.)

I don't know if he's aware of it, but his usual shady smile disappeared.

That's just how bad the situation is.

Clavis: Are there any odds?

Emma: Of course there is.

(On the way to Rhodolite, I kept thinking about how to stop Lord Gilbert's plan.)

(But I don't know if it will work.)

What I'm about to do from now on is a direct challenge to Lord Gilbert, who misleads and controls people with his words and deeds.

Emma: Clavis, are you coming with us?

Clavis: As much as I'd like to.…..but Luke would probably overreact if I were there.

Clavis: Therefore, it may be a hindrance to Chevalier.

Emma:…Won't he get mad at you?

Clavis: It happens all the time.

Finally, Clavis smiles.

(It's not easy to get in King Chevalier's way...)

The cruel and merciless beast surely has no mercy for blood relatives.

(But I vaguely guessed that Clavis was "this kind of person.")

He is a prince of humanity.

Otherwise, he would not have ridden alone into enemy territory to save prisoners of war on Bloodstained Rose Day.

(With Clavis, I think...)

(I think he is a great man even though I selected Chevalier as king.)

Emma: Thank you so much, Clavis.

Clavis: What, I just want to harass my brother as usual.

Laughing loudly, Clavis turns his head to the window.

He seems to have finished everything he wanted to talk about.

(…Just at the right opportunity.)

Emma: Clavis….

Clavis: What?

His golden eyes reflect mine again.

Emma: This continent...so rife with the corruption of people with powers that it must be destroyed?

(I haven't seen that much of the corrupt world that Lord Gilbert knows, so I can't sympathize with him.)

(I just wonder how Clavis, who lives in a similar world, sees it.)

Ever since I learned of Lord Gilbert's ambitions at Obsidian, I had secretly wanted to ask him about it.

Clavis: Well...now Chevalier is a good example.

Clavis: He identified the anti-monarchy as a threat to the country and planned to use force.

Clavis: He does not even consider the path of communication. He thinks that violence is the only way to control the situation in the name of defending the country.

Clavis: And because he is powerful, he is allowed to run rampant. Even if he had to kill them all.

Emma:….

Clavis: The same goes for most other countries. Absolute power through bloodlines can be a catastrophe if used improperly.

Clavis: The "rampant of power" you speak of is everywhere, you're not aware of it, are you?

Emma:…Yes, that’s right….

(I was blessed with my environment….)

(Many people may be saved by what Lord Gilbert is trying to do.)

Clavis: But as long as people are social creatures, power is bound to arise.

Clavis: Even if we kill Chevalier, the next power will come along and rule over.

Clavis: As long as there are people, there is no end to pervasive power.

(Yes….)

(...Yes, that's ridiculous.)

(Even if you overthrow the monarchy using anti-monarchy groups, what awaits you is the next person in power...)

(It would have been nice if those people were of good character, but was that part of Lord Gilbert's plan?)

(Lord Gilbert, however, seems to have achieved his goal if the anti-monarchy group caused a riot.)

(Even though the new regime may not be Lord Gilbert's ideal... would he still choose to die at this time?)

Something caught my attention, and I raised my eyebrows, and that's when the carriage shook so much that my body slid off the seat.

Clavis:…Whoa.

Cyril: Are you all right!?

Clavis holds me up, and the tense voice of Cyril, who was running alongside us, follows.

Clavis: Yeah, what happened?

Julius:…It's like they're welcoming us.

(Welcoming us...?)

My ears pick up the sound of something exploding with a bang.

(That sound...)

I didn't have the knowledge before I went to Obsidian, but now I do.

(...It's a gunshot.)

Cyril and Julius, who were outside the window, raised their hands.

Cyril: Prince Clavis, we are surrounded by about 10 people.

Cyril: They all seem to have guns.

Clavis: To be spotted from this distance... Haha, my little brother, you're really something else, aren't you?

(If they have guns, then they are anti-monarchy...)

It's a forest outside.

If a gunshot rang out, it would be no impediment.

Clavis: Emma, I'm sorry. ….It looks like I'm going to have to go with you.

(...This place...)

We were led by a group of armed men with guns pointed at us to the living room of a mansion deep in the woods.

At a glance, many of the faces I had seen before at Clavis' party.

They are no doubt the "anti-monarchy" people who are dissatisfied with the current monarchy and are thinking of starting a revolution.

And in the center of the crowd, there was a young man sitting comfortably on a sofa like a king.

(...To be honest, before I came here, I only thought he might be a member of the anti-monarchy faction...)

Emma: Luke, you are the leader of the anti-monarchy faction.

When I met Luke for the first time in a while, his young leaf-colored eyes were dark and stagnant.

Luke:…I know you've noticed. I've misspoken a few times in front of you.

Clavis: Luke, don't you think it's a good idea to point a gun at a woman, okay?

Clavis, who was standing next to me with his hands raised, had been standing there blocking the barrel of the gun for some time now.

Cyril and Julius did the same and seemed to be trying to protect me.

(I have to be careful...)

Luke: I'll take that as a no. I don't have anything against Emma either, but if Chevalier's going to come and destroy us, it'll be today, right?

Luke: There's nothing better than being cautious. Emma is on Chevalier's side.

(He sees through it all.)

Luke: What are you guys doing here?

Emma:…I wanted to see you, Luke.

Luke: Did Gilbert tell you anything?

Emma: No. Nothing...but I did hear about your plan.

Emma: Lord Gilbert is trying to bring down the current administration from within by supplying arms to the anti-monarchy factions in each country.

Emma: Until now, the guns in the hands of Luke and his friends have been nothing more than lumps of metal…

Emma: Before the signing ceremony tomorrow, Lord Gilbert will present you all with bullets.

(…After I left Obsidian, Lord Gilbert made his move, too.)

This place was already filled with a bloodthirsty atmosphere, like a battlefield.

People have a fighting spirit in their eyes and may be in a situation where they do not listen to what Clavis says.

Emma: I'm sure there will be many guests of honor at the signing ceremony tomorrow, right?

Emma: The security measures will be so heavy, I don't think it will be easy to drop them…

Emma: If everyone has Obsidian firearms, then you have a good chance of winning.

Emma: This is your chance to hit the royal family. …I thought you guys might make a move tomorrow.

(…And, as expected, they seem to be preparing with a sharp eye.)

Luke: I think not, but you have not come to convince me.

Emma: Yes.

The moment I admit it, I can even feel the deadly atmosphere being thrown off all over the place.

Although not as deadly as Lord Gilbert's murderous intent, my body cowered unconsciously.

Luke: You are indeed being too reckless. Gilbert should have stopped you…

Emma: I don't think I need to stop. He doesn't think I'll be able to stop his plans even if I struggle.

Luke: You're right. You should give it up too.

Emma: I don't want to...Luke, don't do this.

Emma: Were the princes in the Rhodolite court so irredeemable that they had to riot?

Luke:….

Luke's eyebrows, which had never lost their composure, twitched.

Emma: You know. You know that they are good people.

Emma: Nokto and Licht, Leon and Yves, Clavis and King Chevalier...even Jin...

Emma: I…liked the Rhodolitian princes very much. They were all so kind and warm.

Clavis: Except Chevalier.

(…Clavis, are you an ally or an enemy!?)

Luke: I guess so. Maybe you're right, maybe they were good guys.

Luke: But, you know, even the best of them, could you say the same thing if they killed your family?

(Eh…)

(…His family was killed?)

Luke: You didn't just ask me about bloodstained rose day 10 years ago, did you?

Luke: That day...my family was killed by Rhodolite royalty.

(…No way...)

Luke: Her head sprang off her neck, right in front of me,

Luke:…Can you still forgive them?

(…..)

Emma: This must be... some kind of misunderstanding.

Emma: No prince I have ever seen would kill an innocent person.

Luke: But, in fact, she was killed. …For whatever reason, she was killed.

Emma:….

Luke: After all, it was the royal family that caused the bloodstained rose day.

Luke: We lost something important because they made the wrong diplomatic decision.

Luke:…You also know about the former king, right? That bastard asshole.

(Oh…)

━━FLASHBACK━━

Gilbert:......Do you know the story of Luke's mother?

Gilbert: His mother was just a maid in the service of the court.

Gilbert: But the king forced himself on her because she looked like the woman he loved.

Gilbert: Heartbroken, she left the court to give birth and raise Luke in secret.

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(Luke...only Luke...)

(There is no reason to trust royalty.)

Luke: When I think of that kind of royalty, it makes me want to destroy them.

Luke: I admire Gilbert's ideal of a democratic society—— a country centered on the people, not royalty.

Emma:…So you're going to start a revolt with guns?

Emma: Will you hurt a lot of people…because you are angry, sad, and resentful?

Emma: That weapon you have may take the life of another innocent person.

Emma: Then next time those people might want to kill you and start another uprising.

Emma: I'm sure everyone here, including Luke, remembers the tragedy of bloodstained rose day.

Emma: But you... are you going to stain the roses with blood again?

Luke:…

Emma: In the end, it's a roundabout path. You are just being used by Lord Gilbert to get what he wants…

Emma: You just get weapons and think you're allowed to do whatever you want…

Emma: What's the difference between someone in power who thinks "a person with status can do as he pleases to those with lower status"!?

Luke:...!

As I raised my voice, the deadly atmosphere swelled—— some of them were even holding firearms.

(...They all have tools that can easily take lives.)

(They are so tainted with Lord Gilbert's malice that they have no doubt that this is the right thing to do.)

(Oh, why...)

(I wonder if he likes people who can corrupt good people to such an extent, like me.)

Luke: I don't care what you say, I ain't going to stop now.

Luke: I'm not going to listen to you. …You're going to stay in prison until we get to the bottom of this.

Luke signals with his eyes, and an armed, strong man tries to take us somewhere.

(…I'm not done talking about it yet!)

Emma: Listen! Do you really think Lord Gilbert is on your side?

Emma: I don't think so. Even you guys must have disagreed about that...

Emma: Don't be deceived by his sweet talk, look at the reality! Lord Gilbert's purpose is probably not to wipe out those in power!

Luke:…Then, what the hell are you on about?

(I know it's a lot...)

On the long road from Obsidian to Rhodolite, I thought seriously about it.

As a result, there is an answer that I have arrived at.

Emma: Lord Gilbert is a beast that doesn't love people.

Emma: If he doesn't love anyone, he doesn't care what happens to any of you.

Emma:...Pretending to be on the side of the weak, but in truth...

━━FLASHBACK━━

Emma: ——How did you become a beast, Lord Gilbert?

On the last day before I left Obsidian, I once asked Lord Gilbert while in his arms.

It was a forbidden question that the owner told me not to ask.

Gilbert: Oh, you want to know?

I nodded, and Lord Gilbert put his head on my shoulder.

Gilbert: I guess this is our last time...

Emma: It's not the last. There are still many things we don't know about you, Lord Gilbert.

Emma: Don't think that today is the end.

Gilbert:…I don't like it. I feel like I'm about to get stripped.

Emma: I intend to do so. Since Lord Gilbert had obtained information about me from the owner…

Emma: I have a right to know a lot of things, too.

(Please, don't say this is our last time.)

Gilbert: Hehe… I see what you mean.

Lord Gilbert's smile was somewhat happy.

Gilbert:…I told you before. I used to be a stupid kid who loved everything.

Gilbert: I didn't like my father because he was crazy even back then, but...

Gilbert: I loved my mother, my brothers, my friends, my acquaintances, everyone.

Gilbert: Even in a castle full of deceit and corruption, there were times of peace.

(That was probably the kind-hearted childhood that Cyril and the owner were talking about.)

Gilbert: But one day, when the Emperor announced that he would choose a successor, everyone's eyes changed.

Gilbert: My older brothers, who had been good friends, formed a faction, and they took the servants and nobles under their wing, and the rifts deepened...

Gilbert: Soon, they began to kill each other fiercely.

Gilbert: Kicking someone down to gain power was as common as breathing in our country.

(…I can't imagine it at all, and I can't empathize with him.)

(But that's the world that Lord Gilbert has seen….)

Gilbert: Fortunately, I was born sickly. A fragile prince who can only stay on the bed was put on the back burner.

Gilbert: One by one, I watched the people I loved die.

Gilbert: After about the tenth person died, my heart became numb and I no longer felt anything.

Emma:….

He snuggles up to me like a spoiled tiger, and I embrace Lord Gilbert.

Gilbert: Maybe it was not a good environment for me to be under such a heavy mental load, but one day I got so sick that I thought I was going to die.

Gilbert: Albert and my mother forced me to go to Rhodolite for medical treatment.

Gilbert: For about a year...I took only Walter with me, and secretly recuperated in Rhodolite.

Gilbert: They were so overprotective, they wrote me letters and sent them to me regularly

(Those were the letters that were in the hideout. The proof that he was a "person" that Lord Gilbert still has in his possession...)

Gilbert: But then one day, the letters just stopped arriving.

Gilbert: I had a bad feeling about that, and I went back to my country...what do you think had happened?

Emma:…They were…killed?

Gilbert: Exactly. Their heads were lined up in the halls of the castle.

I was speechless.

Gilbert: Albert and my mother.…were both executed for expressing their opinions to the Emperor to stop the struggle for the succession.

Gilbert: I'm sure they were trying to clean Obsidian by the time I got back.

Gilbert:…They're really stupid. I was more cunning and cruel than any of my brothers, just because I was sickly.

(I can't stand it…..)

(.…I can't stand that kind of thing.)

Gilbert: They died selfishly. While I was shunned and exposed to a corrupt world.

Gilbert: ——Oh, I finally realized how cruel human nature can be.

Gilbert: Once it rots, it falls anywhere. I didn't know that because I loved everything.

Emma:….

Gilbert: First, I killed my brother, who laughed at Albert's death. Second, I killed the power-hungry people around me.

Gilbert: I killed and killed and killed….until I found myself in the good graces of the Emperor and a high position.

Gilbert: I ruled many countries under his command. I did a lot of dirty things that I couldn't tell you.

Emma:….

Gilbert: And so I came to be known as the trampling beast.

Lord Gilbert’s voice holds no emotion in there.

He is simply…laying out the events that have happened.

Events that were once unbearable for a boy with a pure and beautiful heart are now so unbearable that Lord Gilbert can't think anything of them.

(I now know why his red eye don't reflect people.)

When I put strength into my arms, Lord Gilbert suddenly smiled.

Gilbert: You were exposed to a lot of malice, but in the end, you didn't waver.

Gilbert: I continued to believe in the goodness of people to the end, even though I could have mistrusted them. Even now...

Gilbert: I think I can turn the people’s hearts in black back to white without killing them.

Emma:….

Gilbert: Unlike me, you're pure white.

Gilbert: You're not dyed black. …You're dazzlingly white.

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

Emma: ——Lord Gilbert is testing you.

Emma: He gave you weapons, and see what choices you will make."

Emma: He's the kind of person who declares that there is no love in a human's nature, so I'm sure...

Emma: I'm sure he's been waiting for someone to say "no" to him for a long time.

(Because Lord Gilbert used to believe in love.)

(...I think he was really looking for a way to correct the corruption other than violence.)

Luke:….What the hell.

Emma: You’re right, "What the hell".

Emma: It's too bad I can't just dismiss you as a "troublemaker," but...

Emma: But please...reconsider.

Emma: Don't be fooled by Lord Gilbert's sweet words and lose yourself.

Emma:…I know Luke went through a difficult time with the loss of his precious family.

Emma: But as far as I can tell, all the princes were nice to Luke, weren't they?

Emma: Let's talk before resorting to violence. ...You'll fall into the hands of a beast like Lord Gilbert. Come on.

Emma: You can still turn back now.

(It may be too late for Lord Gilbert, but not for the people here.)

Stepping forward, Luke pulls out a lump of metal from the back pocket of his hoodie.

It was the same as the one I have...the small gun Lord Gilbert called a "prototype".

Luke: I don't give a damn! Whatever Gilbert's intentions are, I don't care.

Luke: I've lived my whole life to avenge her! If you get in my way, I'm ready to kill you too.

When the bullets have been loaded, my view is blocked by a white coat.

Emma:…Clavis, please step aside.

Clavis: No, this is indeed a serious matter.

Emma: I'll be fine.

(…It's okay.)

Gently pushing Clavis away, I step forward.

Then, at Lord Gilbert's command, I carefully took out the gun I had hidden in my thigh and placed it on the floor.

Luke: You, that's...

Emma:…Luke also got that from Lord Gilbert, right?

Emma: I won't use it. I will never use it.

Emma: I cannot resort to violence to carry out my intentions.

Emma: I like Luke because he's always been nice to me.…you know?

Luke:….

The barrel of a gun never deviates from mine.

Luke: I'm...

Luke:...I—

I continue to believe and keep my eyes on Luke.

It felt like an eternity.

Luke's finger on the trigger—

???: That's enough.

(…!)

A strong force pulls me in, and Luke disappears from sight.

The scent of roses grazed my nose and took my breath away.

Chevalier: That's enough of that.

Emma: King...Chevalier?

Enclosed in a white cloak, I blink my eyes.

A wave of turmoil and alarm spread, not only among me but also among those around me who did not seem to notice.

Chevalier: I think you've had enough of these talks.

Chevalier: Simpleton...there is nothing more you can do.

Chevalier: His mind is filled with bloodbath, too. He needs time to think.

(…Why…)

Luke: Are you alone? I thought you were going to take control.

Chevalier: That was the plan, but the return of the proxy Empress messed up my plans.

Chevalier:…I've made a troubling promise.

(What do you mean by "promise"?)

King Chevalier pulls me roughly and throws me forcefully toward Luke, who is standing there.

(!?)

If Luke hadn't dropped his gun and caught me on the spur of the moment, I would have been badly bruised.

Luke: You…!

Luke:….

Chevalier: Have you noticed?

(……What?)

Luke looks startled and frozen, and Prince Chevalier takes me away again.

Chevalier: This woman rode into enemy territory like a fool and tried to persuade you.

Chevalier: You have resorted to force and abandoned your thoughts. You have given up everything to the beast.

Luke:….

Chevalier: It's as clear as daylight which side of us is the winner.

Carrying me on his shoulders, King Chevalier walks away, unconcerned about the turmoil around him.

Chevalier: I'm looking forward to tomorrow.

After leaving the mansion, King Chevalier throws me into the carriage.

I was thrown to the seat and somehow managed to catch myself,

King Chevalier was unconcerned and left Clavis and the others behind as well.

Emma: How did you...?

Chevalier:….

This is not a muttering against King Chevalier's outlandish behavior.

(How did you…get here…)

Chevalier:…A one-time favor from an old friend.

Sighing uninterestedly, King Chevalier crosses his arms.

Sitting next to him was someone who should not have been there.

Gilbert: Good. You're alive.

Emma: Lord…Gilbert?

Gilbert: Hehe, I told you. I said I'd be there to witness the signing ceremony.

Gilbert: I just wanted to surprise you.

(This is impossible...)

(…He's not supposed to be here.)

Even though I understand it in my head, the person in front of me is Lord Gilbert himself…

However, that red eye reflected a "person".

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Do you move objects? I don`t build most of the time, but I use MOO for moving sims for photoshoots.

First Expansion/Game Pack/Stuff Pack? I've always had an 🏴‍☠️ game with all packs 😋

Do you pronounce live mode like aLIVE or LIVing? I don`t speak about sims in English, but I read this in my head as aLIVE.

Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made? Christhie (and her gf Ingrid ofc but I don`t have good new portrait of her):

Even if I actively use them as models for my CC, I still haven't created any special backstory for them. Only that they are girls that into nu and black metal but they are still love each other. That`s it. But they are my favorites anyway.

Which is your favorite EA hair color? Huh? I think that question is here because it was a tag game for ts4 players?... I know that in ts3 exists hair color presets, but I don`t use standard ones.

Favorite EA hair? I installed @maryjanesims3 defaults yesterday 😅 But actually I have some favs from store:

Also that BG long male hair that Gunther Goth have and SN and Decades middle length hairs:

credits for pics: @ifcasims and @blamseastore

Are you a CC creator? Ofc, I love convert/create different items, it may be hard sometimes, but I really like it. But mostly I love create sims and play around in CAS.

Do you have any Simblr friends or a Sim Squad? Almost half of my friends are from the sims community 😍 @agnelid @oddballik @sagasimsworld @avirein @you-will-never-find-me-anymore @vayorika @nectar-cellar

Do you have any sims merch? No, I haven't.

How has your “Sims style” changed throughout your years of playing? To be honest, it changes every day. But for example before I started this acc I preferred more maxis-match-ish style with simple matte hair textures and genetics and other stuff, because it was looking good in other people's screenshots. But after I understand that this style doesn`t suit my current aesthetic and now I use more realistic style. Also earlier I used less sliders and my sims faces was less diverse and also really really skinny no matter what their body type is. But my sims proportions have always tended to be realistic, I only liked the cartoon/anime-like style sims when I was much younger (like 10-13 smth).

Who’s your favorite CC creator? This list will be huuugee, but I love creators that made high-quality CC and can fit my aesthetic. To be more specific: @sim-songs, @nemiga-sims-archive, @rollo-rolls, @simtanico, @rstarsims3, @ninaaposts, @satellite-sims, @polaesims, @murfeelee, @nightospheresims, @agnelid, @nectar-cellar, @ifcasims @vmsims23, @xiasimla, yesod/jesod/thorns-of-piece (I think it`s @grim-dreamer-cc now?...), @billsims-cc, @shushilda, @ziva-sims, @aroundthesims, @pitheinfinite, @martassimsbookcc, @aa6x7, Pink Dahlia, @thepathofnevermorecc, Wiktoria-Von-Frege (inactive), Aikea-Guinea and Gelydh (Inactive), @white-enamel-ts3 (inactive), Ephemera and Tifa (Inactive), @leahlillith (inactive for ts3) and many others.

How do you edit your pictures? I use Reshade with different presets (mostly by @erasabledinosaur or @intramoon), Photoshop CC 2017 (also installed Topaz Clean today) with these actions by @intramoon: SONDER, COLDWATER, BEAUTY QUEEN, LEAVING SALVATION. Also mess around in photoshop and/or use AI upscaler to make pics in better quality (I can turn on 4k HQ, but I always forgot about that). Sometimes I try something different but this is the base.

What expansion/gamepack is your favorite? World adventures, Late night, Supernatural and Generations.

What a wall of text I wrote, I hope someone reads it to the end 😅

I don`t know who to tag actually ＼（〇_ｏ）／ I really late to the party with that tag game.

#tag game #get to know tag #get to know me #the sims 3 #ts3 #sims 3 #sims 3 simblr #ts3 simmer #alt simmer

[that-one-anxious-mango]

For the Drabble event would you be willing to do the first I love you? I love your writing.

                    As We Grow 

Summary: About how Austin and his best girl said those magical three letter words to one another. Plus the origin of their famous catch phrase.

Contents: MAXIMUM FLUFF. Mentions of past trauma. Gooey feelings. Sleepy Magnus. Crying. Awesome Austin (per usual)

A/N: Hi Beautiful Humans! How are you all? Ugh I missed you! Alas, I’ve been trapped in the claws of college. BUT, since I’m on break and writing up a storm I will try and get out as much as I can while I’m off, and also write some things I can put on auto fill when things get crazy.

I hope you all are having a wonderful holiday. To the Anon who suggested this sorry about the wait babe. AND to any one else who requested something I’m working on it babes. BARE WITH ME.

Any who please enjoy the fic!

P.S Everyone feel free to PLEASE comment and reblog. Also send me letters with ideas and prompts. Love hearing from you all! Much Love! *hugs*

                                              _______

You were sitting on your couch writing in your black leather planner, in it was your to-do list of all the mundane things that needed to be done in the upcoming week.

It had proven to be quite effective and useful in helping you to manage the events and such that went on in your semi-chaotic life.

And as old as you felt admitting that you had a planner in the first place, you felt even more old due to your current choice of outfit and music.

Sitting in your large house pink house dress with matching pink house slippers. Your hair was wrapped up in a silk headscarf and clear kitten framed glasses adorned your face.

In the background, the R & B station on Spotify played Saving all my love from the Whitney Houston album, while the scent of lavender and eucalyptus essential oils filled the air.

It was Sunday which meant self-care and a little bit of life management. Today you'd woken up and gotten brunch with Phoebe, Alex, Alana, and Beatrice. After you and a eager Magnus went to the Totem to go and browse, which you ended up buying a book for yourself and bought two books for Austin. Then you treated yourself to a nice hot shower and a full head to toe skin care routine.

 And now you were where you were.

Earlier in the day Austin had texted you to let you know that he probably wasn't going to be able to come over to watch re-runs of Grey's Anatomy while eating take out Thai-food like the two of you had originally planned. And even though you were disappointed a bit.

You understood.

Every since the two of you had started dating about three months ago, you understood that there were some days and times that you unfortunately may not hear from Austin due to him immersing himself into his work and preparation for Elvis. It's something he'd been upfront about in the beginning of your relationship, about how the process of him doing this role wouldn't exactly mean it would be a cakewalk for you guys. But within being a creative yourself mixed with the rather intense feelings you felt for Austin, you decided that you'd be in this for the long haul as long as you could be.

In the middle of Wednesday's list you heard the buzzer ring.

Frowning in confusion you got up, being followed by the patters of your scary purple onesie dressed guard dog, Magnus.

You weren't expecting anyone.

Going to the intercom you pressed the button speaking, " Yes? "

" Delivery for the most beautiful girl in the world." The voice familiar voice hummed through the box. The bright smile that invaded your face was wide and the involuntary skips that your heart did paired well with the warmth that filled you body.

Deciding to be a tease you replied, " I'm sorry but I think you have the wrong place. Have you tried apartment 3A. The young lady that lives there is quite beautiful and very stylish so it seems." You joked referring to your downstairs neighbor, Gladys Reed, who was a older lady that you'd befriended after a creepy encounter with another neighbor of yours. She was sweet and always looked out for you. She also always complimented you and Austin whenever she seen the two of you.

And you know what they say about an elder approving of a couple. 

It's good luck.

" Well. As beautiful as she is and as nice as that vintage Chanel may look, between me and you I think I you got her beat, baby. All seven days a week and twenty four hours in the day." He chuckled back, " Now let me up so I can see that beautiful face."

Giggling to yourself in glee, a short, " Okay." Squeaked out,  hitting the button that allowed Austin in.

It was only a matter of seconds before the knock on the door came and you ripped it open practically launching yourself into Austin's arms who was quick to sit down whatever was in his hands and happily catch you, securing his hands under your ass to hold you up. You both spoke quick little hi and hellos before you sealed your lips on his.

A fat wet kiss was placed on his lips followed by the depth he poured into it and the move to push the two of you up against a nearby wall, while he let his tongue nudged at the bottom of your lip until you let him in. Tiny moans could now be heard from you that resulted in the grip he had to your ass tightening.

With the door still wide open you could feel things heating up in many different places. Only the small thunderous barks and incessant feeling of paws hitting yours and Austin's legs pulled the two of you away.

Separating you smiled down at Magnus along with Austin who greeted him, cheeks red with embarrassment, " Hey Mags. Sorry man didn't see you there. What's up." He offered slowly setting you back down. Earning a enthused bark of a response, Austin laughed before turning his attention back to you.

" Well I guess you really are trying to compete with Miss Gladys. Huh, baby." He commented as his eyes raked you up and down.

Truth be told he thought you looked quite good. Like someone's fine wife...or mother. The last half of his thought made his chest flutter, because if things kept going the way they were he could see all those things down the line for you two.

Instantly beginning to feel self conscious you quickly offered to go and change into something more age appropriate and appealing. But your efforts were halted, " Uh uh, no. You seem cozy and comfortable, babe. Which makes me feel comfortable and cozy. You look good." He reassured leaning down to peck your lips before smirking, " Sexy even. Besides, long time ago I used to have a thing for older woman, so this might be doing it for me a little bit." He wiggled his eyebrows at your causing the two of you to begin a laughing.

Cheeks heating up you had to remember the spark of curiosity you had when he came in, so you asked, " So, Mr. Delivery man what'd you bring me? "

Looking at you he motioned with his head to follow his gaze to the wall by door and down. And when you looked you seen the pretty medium sized plant in a brown pot with a nicely tied pink ribbon around it sitting on the floor.

Your face scrunched in thoughts and nerves, " Babe, what is this? You know that I don't have a green thumb. At all." You reminded.

And it was true, every plant you'd gotten over you lifetime had always ended up the same way. Dead.

Even the Cacti you'd tried to take care of had found themselves being welcomed into the glory place where all the rest of your plants rested, otherwise known as the trash.

         Like you literally watered a cactus like once...maybe twice a month. So it astonishing to you how you managed to keep a puppy alive ... and not a plant.

" This..", Austin went over and scooped up the plant in hands bringing it over to you, " is our love fern." He stated holding it out.

Taking it cautiously, you bafflingly looked between the nice sized plant and Austin sheepishly smiling," Our..love...fern." You parroted looking at the amused face Austin held.

He nodded, " Yeah, baby. It's our love fern. I got it because you said you wanted one last week when we were watching that Matthew McConaughey and Kate Hudson movie."  He reminded you of the little comment you'd made when the two of you had been snuggled up watching How to lose a guy in ten days.

Then light bulb went off in your head and your eyes widen in playful disbelief,     " BABE! I WAS JOKING! You didn't have to actually go out and bring a poor plant back here to practically sentence to death." " You gawked at him laughing.

" We'll I'm not. There are two reasons why I bought this lovely thing . First, because although I know that you, my love. Are no Mother Nature, I have a pretty good track record of being able to keep plants alive. And I figured that if you have it here at your place, then I'll have a absolute reason and responsibility to come and see you and Magnus at least twice a week. Plus I'll teach you how to care for it when I'm not here, honey." He explained glancing over to the puppy who was enjoying himself on the couch happily lounging on your abandoned blanket.

When your eyes met his again you noticed how serious his face had turned. They captured yours in trance making sure there was no where else for you to look, " And the second and most important reason I bought the plant is because.." He started, using a hand to grab both of yours. He secured them ontop of his own hands that rested on the pot. You unconsciously squeezed them making sure that you had a firm clutch as the two of you held up the pot together.

" I also bought this plant because, I love you. I love you Y/N L/N. So much. That's something I've been wanting to tell you since I met you three months ago. And as this plant will surely grow everyday...so will the love that you and I have for each other. " He paused, " That's if you feel the same way of course." His eyes looked hopeful and pleading at the same time. Like his whole entire being was resting on what'd you say next.

And unbeknownst to you....it kinda did.

By now the waterline in your eyes was threatening to spill and this overwhelming mixture of joy and fear overtook your body all at once. Joyful that the man that you did in-fact love, loved you too. But fearful that while, yes, he did love you, for how long?  How long would he love and enjoy you before he decided that he was done and ready to leave like so many other people in your life had.

 Pulling you out of your thoughts Austin had moved to take the plant out of both  your hands and set it down on the floor next to you. Moving in closer he held your face in his hands gently lifting your head positioned to the floor, up to look at him.

As soon as your eyes locked the tears started flowing and you couldn't hold it anymore, " I love you too Austin. I-I really do." You almost whispered, the worry on his face seemed to only half melt when he seen that you weren't done with your proclamation, " But I'm scared. " You confessed.

His voice was soft in concern, " Scared of what, baby?"

His attentive tone made you feel even worst and you began crying a bit harder causing him to coo pulling you into his chest, resting his chin lightly on your head while soothingly rubbing your back. " You're okay, mama. You're alright. Just Breathe." He affirmed helping you along.

It seemed like the two of you stayed like that, forever in the moment.

Him basking in the feeling of you against him, and you relishing in the music that was the beat of his heart. You had slowed your breathing down to match it. 

It wasn't until you had pulled it together and found the strength to just be honest and say what you needed to say, " I'm afraid that you'll love me for as long as you want and then leave me once you get however and whatever you need. Or find somebody new. I'm not saying that you would do something like that, Austin. But you're not the first person to say those three words to me, and then utter the other two. Good bye."

Sighing, he hated hearing that this was even a doubt in your mind. Not because he was offended or he thought you didn't trust him, but because it made him upset that people in your past hadn't had the courage or god given common sense to take care and cherish you, like he planned to.

So in comfort he posed his own question, " What if you decided to do the same thing? If you find some other guys that could fulfill your needs of cuddles, tacos, and bookkeeping? Huh? What would happen then?" He asked.

Without hesitation you went, " Austin I would never, ever, EVER. Leave you for someone else you know that." You sniffled.

Tenderly pulling you closer he responded, " And just how you would never, I would never. I know that others haven't treated you the way they should have. But baby I am here to stay as long as you want me. And if that just so happens to be forever. Then dammit,  you better believe I'll love you forever and always. " He stopped chuckling a bit, " Hell, I might just follow you into the beyond, baby. And love on you there."

His comments laugh. He made you feel so at peace and loved. You felt warm inside and outside of your body.

Pulling away you went to look at his face which his instinctively reached out and wiped some stray tears off of your face,  offering a somber smile, " Well okay then. Let's do it. I'll love you Austin Butler. Forever, always and beyond." You affirmed smiling.

Nodding in excitement he said, " And I too will love you Y/N Y/L/N. Forever, Always and Beyond. No matter what." He concluded swooping you in for a kiss that tasted salty by the mixture of your tears and some of his. The two of you had kissed plenty of times now, but with each kiss still came that gooey feeling. And you never wanted to let it go anywhere.

Minutes whirled by you two being wrapped in each other before Austin was picking up the plant to try and help you find the best place for it.

Deciding that it'd thrive best in your bedroom window where it was in line of direct sunlight and your eyesight. You now lied snuggled up with Austin's arms securely wrapped around your body while he big spooned, and felt the little movements Magnus made in his sleep from his position at the foot of your bed.

Together the two of you watched the sun say it's goodnight and moon say hello when Austin made a comment in your ear, " Now, baby. No matter what happens. You have absolutely got to remember to help keep our love fern alive. I mean it, now. Don’t let our love fern die." He warned kissing the shell of your ear.

Just then a corny reference to the movie popped in your head and you couldn't resist, " But, honey. What if it decides it wants to go to sleep? " You teased.

Chuckling along he responded with a, " Absolutely not."

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              * Reference from Movie :) * 

#austin butler x reader #daysofourlove #austin butler fluff #austin butler fic #austin butler imagine #austin butler x black! reader #austin butler fanfic #mangoasks #mango answers #austin butler x black reader

[cailynwrites]

Writing Patterns

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there’s a pattern!

Thank you @squibstress for tagging me in this. Though I’m not a writer (publicly, anyway), there’s clearly something about first lines that draws me to recording a podfic. This is such a fun idea. Working backward from my last posted podfic today (!), here goes …

1. “There was certainly something amiss with the temporal forces that morning, for Sybill Trelawney awoke with a splitting headache.”

From Ambiguity (podfic) by @vermin-disciple, Rated G

This is a perfect encapsulation of what’s to come. I already waxed rhapsodic about this character study in another post, but this first line crystallizes the dichotomy of the character and the world view, the tragedy and the comedy, the ethereal and the mundane, the two warring factions inside Sibyll Trelawney. She prances around dispersing her gift of Sight and great wisdom while at the same time completely wrapped up in the lowest level of Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs. It’s so hard to tell what’s real and what’s a sham with her, because she doesn’t even know herself. And all of that is in the first sentence! Masterful.

2. “The summer after Draco’s first year at Hogwarts was perfectly lovely.”

From there and back again (podfic), the 3rd installment in the dogfather AU series by @nonasuch, Rated G

Of course, the unspoken part is that nothing every would be again after that point. Draco fares much better in this AU than in canon or in many other fanfics. He reads The Hobbit, gets support from cousin Sirius, and ends up more or less on the right side of the war, though definitely not unscathed. @nonasuch is a whiz with a turn of phrase and leaves so much unsaid to be inferred. This fic in particular is almost like a series of interludes; it’s never telling the story as the exciting parts are going on, but rather it gives Draco's version of (semi-)canon events in the calm denouement periods after. As a reader, it keeps you on the edge of your seat because you don’t know when the next time jump will be or what things will have radically changed when you see Draco again on the other side.

(I’m going to cheat here and also give the first lines of the other fics in the series that I’ve recorded thus far, because I think they’re similar in an interesting way and I just want to celebrate every day what a masterful writer @nonasuch is.)

“Remus woke up warm and comfortable, and that was all wrong.”

From the black dog (podfic) by @nonasuch, part 2 of the dogfather AU, Rated M

A prequel to the original story, the dogfather, in which Sirius breaks out of prison and meets up with Remus much earlier than in canon. Again, this first line leaves us to infer so much and imagine what has changed, why Remus hadn’t been warm and comfortable before, what is to come. The first line presages all the angst and hurt/comfort to come.

“To begin with: this is a version of events where, on the morning of November 1st, 1981, the police are called to a house in Surrey.”

From the dogfather (podfic) by @nonasuch, Rated T

This one is slightly different and although this story also has very economical prose, it is much longer than its prequel and sequel above and has more room for details. The author spends a lot of time giving details and breaking the fourth wall, so to speak, to explain character motivations. But it’s all so blunt and bittersweet and funny. As I said in my original post, I think it might be my favorite wolfstar of all time, even though it barely wolfstars at all (especially compared to its M-rated prequel above).

3. “Looking at his watch for perhaps the twentieth time, Ron sighed loudly.”

From Libiamo! (amor fra' calici più caldi baci avrà) (podfic) by @khasael, Rated E

What better way to start a story than to drop our hero in media res at a restaurant with his future enemy-to-lover, Pansy Parkinson? And this is such a pitch perfect Ron characterization in my mind, all rough edges and a gooey, melty vanilla and caramel center.

4. “You can’t be serious?” The words were out of Hermione’s mouth before she could stop herself when Minerva broke the news about Hogwarts’ new Arithmancy professor.

From Stay (podfic) by vendettadays, Rated T

Another in media res and another pairing with Pansy. (I’ve been devouring Pansy fics since I recorded ‘tis the damn season (Pansy's version) by @the-francakes - podfic during the holidays and I can’t get enough of her, paired with just about anyone. I recorded this for @femslashfebruary and it really only features female characters, even the students.

5. “Poppy could feel sweat building around her temples as she continued to cast.”

From The Anniversary Quilt (podfic) by @vdoshu, Rated G

More in media res, with Poppy trying to heal her long-time partner, Minerva, after she gets hit with all those stunning spells. Throughout, we see Minerva through Poppy’s eyes and through the lens of their decades-long relationship.

6. “Severus found Hermione in the kitchens.”

From Mating for Life (podfic) by Arsenic, Rated T (sequel to Care of Magical Creatures (podfic), Rated E)

It may not be fair to compare a sequel opening line to the first in a series because it doesn’t have to do the same work. A first work needs to exert itself immediately to draw the reader in. But presumably, if you’re reading a seven-years-later sequel to a beautiful, pro-werewolf Remus/Hermione/Severus polyamory fic written almost 20 years ago before the book series was finished, you’re already hooked to the characters, the relationship, and the premise. You are drawn in by a desire to see a story you loved continue. And it does!

7. “Oliver Wood had one single year left at Hogwarts.”

From messin’ up my mind (podfic) by SkyRose, Rated T

This one is so nice and simple, but it sets up the stakes for the whole fic, a mutual pining story of Oliver and Percy finally getting together, with a little help from some of their Quidditch teammates. A lot of this story is Oliver’s internal monologue, so it’s fitting that this first sentence lays out what governs Oliver’s motivations - that this is the beginning of a series of “lasts” and that he still has so much he wants to do before leaving school.

8. “What are you doing?”

From The Cat With The Stars in Her Eyes (podfic) by @peachonified, Rated G

The first line isn’t spoken by the main character, Luna, but rather Ginny as an audience proxy to lead us into the story. We also want to know what, in fact, Luna is doing. Turns out she’s creating beautiful magic tattoos and therapizing all of Hogwarts (and later all of the Wizarding World) at the same time. 

9. "Well, that's the last of them," Arthur said musingly, over breakfast on September second.

From Empty Burrow (podfic) by @copperbadge, Rated T

When I was looking for a little fic for Arthur’s birthday, I found this little gem, also written pre-Half Blood Prince. All the dialogue in this fic is sparse, like is so often the case with an older married couple who no longer need words to communicate most of what they want to say. 

10. "I must ask one more time," said Dumbledore, the picture of grave concern with his fingers steepled on his desk, "If you are entirely sure about this decision."

From the stranger in the shell of a lover (podfic) by @slashmarks

Once again, the first person to speak is not the most important to the story, nor even the second most important. But it sets the tension and has a good hook, and once you find out in the next line that he’s talking to Lily, you’ve got to wonder what he’s so worried about …

Looking back over my recent work, I think a few things are clear:

I like fics that start with dialogue. I work hard on my voice acting and my accents, and though they are by no means perfect, I think they add something to the work. Being able to come out of the gate with a Dumbledore or a Ginny voice is a joy.

I also like jumping into the action of a story. It’s easier to tune out audiobooks or podfics than a story you’re actively reading (at least that’s true for me), so making sure that I have a story with a good hook is important to me.

Ever since I did A Very Pair-y Christmas in December, I’ve been branching out with different characters and ships, as opposed to doing mostly Drarry and Dramione a year or two ago. It’s been an absolute joy, I’ve discovered so many amazing new authors, and I welcome any suggestions for future recordings, especially if they’re different than what I’ve already done.

On the other hand, as I've moved away from recording Dramione and into more queer pairings, I worry that a lot of the fics I record wouldn't pass the Bechdel test. I'm pleased to see that in the start of 2024, the majority of my protagonists have been women.

On the other other hand, there's only ONE Explicit-rated fic on this list?!?! What have I been doing? Well, I promise there's some smutty stuff coming very soon ... 😉

This ask was so fun! I love gushing about other people’s writing. Thank you @squibstress for tagging me. Send me more of these so I can procrastinate on the Spanish paper I’m supposed to be writing.

Tagging @teledild0nix, @sweatersinthesummer, and @theselittleponders.

#harry potter fanfiction #hp podfic #first lines

[skyliv]

me and kat were having the most in depth fish conversations earlier

and then i blacked out /j

and now i have this!

𓆞 ·˙‧̍̊≈ 970 words ‧̍̊˙· 𓆝

All she had grown used to was the buzzing of lights.

Olivia sat at the curved glass wall of a massive tank. It took up nearly half of the dim room, considering that the area wasn’t much larger than a basic bedroom. Her brows knit as she glared down at her lap, where she held a clipboard and paper scrawled full of notes. Her lab coat lays draped over the back of her seat, and she’s just wearing the Ock suit that made her so infamous to some.

She wasn’t having the greatest day, that much was sure. Every time she breathed in, the salty air almost stung, and the small size of the room didn’t help at all. The water of the tank cast her in a sharp blue light, one that could remind anyone but her of a lingering sadness. Her hair was frizzed up by the humidity of the air, and like always, her head hurt from the overwhelming nature of her position.

Just before she wanted to bury her face into her hands, a shadow looms behind her. One of… Those.

The lab studied aquatic life forms, after all, and this one had always stuck in Olivia’s mind as one of the first found.

Built like a mermaid, she was part seal, of all things! Olivia had seen fish, cnidarians, even an otter, but nothing like this.

She floats quietly right above Olivia’s head, her bottom… Tail half barely moving. From her elbows, similar fur covers her forearms, and rather than hands she has paw-like flippers, one of which is gently pressed up against the glass. She doesn’t exactly have a “need” for clothes, as speckled grey fur covers up to her collarbone.

Whatever semblance of a hairstyle she had was swayed by the water, bangs barely over her forehead and her hair afloat behind her. Her nose twitches once, the nostrils closed like a real seal’s, all before Olivia turns to look back at her.

A slight smile graces the doctor’s face, and she leans back into her chair with one arm on the back. Her brows rise and she tilts her head.

“Well?” She lets out a dark little chuckle. “You’re free from tests today, didn’t you realize?”

The seal woman’s eyes widen, and she retracts the flipper that was on the glass. She simply stares for a moment, before swimming up to the tank’s surface. It may not be large, but half of the water’s surface was covered in a small rocky spot under a heating lamp, like a lizard’s enclosure. The floor of the tank is covered in soft sand, with strands of kelp gently swaying.

She takes a deep breath when she breaches, and looks down with those wide eyes. Her hair is stuck around her face, and her whiskers become visible when she’s seen above water.

“Really?” The seal woman asks. She speaks quite quietly, which makes sense, considering that she definitely doesn’t talk much.

Olivia looks directly up, her hair falling back in gorgeous rivulets of brown and violet. Her glasses fall back a little, and her smile grows. “Mhm, really,”

Maybe she liked having something so strange to talk to, she had made a habit of coming in during breaks after all. Maybe she found the thing pretty, seeing the humanity in this one, even if she didn’t see that in the others. It was a strange feeling, all of them were. If anything, this woman was the only reason she still put up with her job.

They stare for a moment, that stupid smug smile still on Olivia’s face, until the doctor lights up. “Oh!” She exclaims to herself, quickly sitting up.

The seal tilts her head before submerging once again, doing a little flip before coming face to face with Olivia.

“It’s tiring calling you Subject 1…” She pauses, glancing back down to her clipboard. “1620, that’s it. You need a name! A proper name.”

Subject 1620 blinks a few times, bringing her face closer to the glass to try and catch a glimpse of the papers.

“All the others have names, they’ve got other lives! But you,” Olivia turns and walks to the wall, where a short set of stairs leads up to the top of the tank. “You’re special, it’s odd.”

When the subject surfaces, she sees that Olivia hadn’t even used the stairs. From the metal harness on her back, one miraculously strong actuator pulled her up, and she now next to the net-covered top of the tank. The seal woman barely surfaces, though, only her face pokes out of the water as Olivia smiles down.

“Do you have a name? One we never knew?” She asks, crossing her arms.

And then, the mermaid rises, hoisting herself up and taking a “seat” at the rocky shore spot. She folds her flippers over her lap, before shaking her head.

“Lose…” She begins, before shaking her head once and pausing to collect her words. “Lost it, never had one.” She brings a flipper up to run its claws through her hair, a little stim to try and calm herself.

That’s where Olivia’s act drops. The actuator retreats into her back and she just stands there for a moment.

How does one lose a name?

By being stuck in a tank like a fish at a pet store, that might be it.

Nonetheless, Olivia takes a deep breath. There’s a moment that she mumbled to herself, something that the subject can’t hear, until she speaks up. “Lucy.”

The seal woman blinks a few times, sitting up in her spot.

“That’s what I’ll call you, Lucy. It’s hard to lose something like a name, but I think this one is fitting.”

And Lucy smiles, her fangs barely poking out over her bottom lip.

#🪶skyliv🧪 #fish attack #selfship #self ship #selfship writing #drabble #mini fic #self ship writing #olivia octavius #ATTACKING HER TAG AGAIN #YAY #sealfic

[shakespearefreak]

I was today years old when I learned.... Grell is a girl??? I was a pretty big fan of Black Butler back in the day, I'm very surprised I never picked up on this

Yeah! Grell is generally considered to be a trans woman. As I understand, it becomes clearer later on in the manga (I am not caught up, so I can't speak to that, unfortunately), but even if you look at her earlier appearances, there's a lot that points to that.

For a long time when I started in the Black Butler fandom I was in the whole "Grell isn't a guy or a girl, Grell is a Grell" camp and I used male pronouns for her, but at some point I realized that whatever the specifics of her identity, she has made it clear multiple times in canon that she wants to be referred to by feminine terms, including correcting other characters (her very first line in one of the musicals is "you mean her" in response to Will referring to her as "him"), and I'm very much about respecting people's pronouns, even if I don't fully understand why they've chosen them. And then once I realized that, I started going back and noticing other things, like how she talks about wishing she could get pregnant, and thinking "how many gay guys, however flamboyant, actually want a uterus?" And now I tend to think of her as a trans woman, or possibly nonbinary fem.

There's also a character "interview" in the Kuroshitsuji Character Guide where she states "the thing I want most right now is to have a sex change" and adds, "I'm serious you know?" In the same interview, she also addresses how she uses feminine language to refer to herself ("Isn't that to be expected? I'm a lady!") and says when she was pretending to be Madam Red's butler, she always felt depressed going outside presenting masculine. As I understand it, the interview is technically non-canon (basically the same sort of thing as the "behind-the-scenes" OVA The Making of Kuroshitsuji II), which makes some people say it should be considered to be tongue-in-cheek (especially as Grell is mostly used as a comic character), but to me it reads very genuine.

There's a lot more to be said about Grell and gender, these are just the points that stood out most to me personally. Anyways, short version is that yes, Grell is (probably) a girl.

#grell is a woman #grell sutcliff

[armpirate]

UNDER HIS SKIN || JJK || Ch. 18

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: They say there are two versions for every story, and it's important to hear both of them. Everybody is hearing your side of the story, but it's just fair to get to know his.

After breaking up with his girlfriend, the only thing he wanted was to have fun with no attachment. You wanted to get rid of your virginity, and he wanted to tick you off his list. What he didn't expect was getting so emotionally attached to you that he would regret the deal.

Warnings: Oral sex (Female and male receiving), dirty talk.

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I park my motorbike near the entrance, placing the stand properly so I can make my way inside with no worries. Although, as soon as I cross the door, Brooke opens her eyes wide, fixing them on my hair.

—New look? —she teases me.

—Hmm —I nod—. Bad decisions you take at shit something in the night —I take a seat at one of the stools over the counter—. I'll probably tint it back to black soon.

—What can I get you? —she raises her eyebrow, while both of her hands rest on the surface and her body bends slightly.

I know perfectly what she's trying to do, leaning slightly so I can see her cleavage. Although my eyes never meet the flesh under her collarbone -actually, my eyes barely land on her as I ask her for a beer.

—Is Tae around? —I move around, trying to look for him myself.

—He left earlier today —she answers, as she serves my drink in front of me—. He said he was tired, and I think he also had a headache, so I'm by myself today. A little help would be fine —she was back at it again—. And since you seem to be spending so much time here lately, maybe you could join the team.

—Sure... I have nothing better to do —I mutter, holding the cold glass.

To be fair, I'm not sure why I've been coming here so often lately. Months ago, I didn't really mind it. I'd come only to pick Tae up, but I wouldn't even bother on getting inside. And I genuinely wonder if it was because I was up to no good back then, and not coming inside was a way to control myself and not ruin something Tae worked so hard for.

I think I ruined his plans enough back in Seoul, to repeat the same thing in New York...

I remember I tried to hold myself back like crazy on not trying to get inside Brooke's pants the first day I met her -and I'm aware of how hard it'd have been for Taehyung to find a waitress at her level if things had gone wrong between us, which would've been the case back then. Although, looking at her now, I can't understand why I was trying to hold back so badly. She really ain't anything special. She's hot and such, but yeah... Not a girl that could drive me insane with just a look. And definitely not someone I would ever plan to settle down with. Not because of anything especially, but whatever attraction I ever had for her only was always reduced to that type of attraction you have with someone random you meet in a bar.

Although flirting with her was fun, and exciting, it stopped being like that at some point, for whatever reason.

—Do you have any plans tonight? —Brooke asks.

—Yeah —I nod.

Sitting here, thinking Y/n could message me at any point to ask for support and help -in case she doesn't know how to do well on her date- is tonight's plan. I could be doing anything, yet here I am.

—Oh, I thought you were free —she giggles—. I was thinking that maybe we could hang out when I'm off...

Although I hear her, I'm too focused on my phone and the possible text I could get to be conscious enough to reply back. I shouldn't even help Y/n if she sends me a text. It's her date, and she should learn on her own with her mistakes. Why would I even need to help?

—Kook? —she calls my name.

—Hmm? —I finally look at her again— Sorry, I'm waiting for a text.

Brooke is almost going to speak, but she gets interrupted by a customer that seems to want to pay for her drink. My eyes go back to the drinks in front of me, filled with all the brands of alcohol that Tae likes. All of them top notch, and that's exactly why I always end up ordering a beer whenever I come.

I feel a vibration on the counter, although at first I think it could be a false alarm, like the other times I've checked my phone when it was actually somebody else's. Although this time, it's indeed my phone.

Cocktease: U awake?

I'm confused by her text. But it makes sense that she's asking that, Y/n didn't know I'd be out and about waiting for a text from her, while trying not to think of her flirting with a random guy she met on Tinder.

Me: Yeah

Me: What you up to

Cocktease: Tryin to get a cab

I frown at her reply. That date was shorter than what I expected. While I thought our conversation would evolve to a list of do's and don'ts, it ends up with me cutting it to get her location.

Me: Ill pick u up. Send location

It seems like the worst timing, too. Because right when Brooke is done with her customer, I get up from the stool and pay for my beer.

—I'll get going.

And I don't say anything else, as I make my way outside, trying to walk through the people that are reunited at the corner of the counter and the rest of people that are trying to sneak inside of the pub.

Y/n isn't too far from where I am, so I shouldn't take too long to get there and pick her up.

I park the motorbike somewhere near the place she sent me, and I look around trying to find her somewhere among all those people. Until I finally find her. She keeps checking her phone, something that makes me smile unconsciously.

She might be waiting for me.

Although I can feel my smile dropping when a guy taller than her stops near her. I guess it's the man she had that date with, because she smiles at him and replies back to what he says. I could wait. Maybe I should wait, and the next thing I'll be getting is a text from her to let me know she found a way to get back home.

Yeah... No.

I start walking to them, getting close enough to hear part of their conversation.

—Do you need a ride back home? —he suggests— I want to make up for what happened.

For what happened?

That makes me start walking faster, trying my hardest to calm myself down. I don't know what happened, so I have no reason to get angry at him.

—Don't worry —I see her shrugging

—It's not a bother for me, seriously —he insists, leaning a bit towards her.

—Shall we go? —I interrupt them, as I stop in front of them.

Y/n's big eyes land on me, surprised to see me -even if she was the one who sent me a text so I could pick her up.

—Yeah —she turns to him again—. Get back home safe.

—Can I text you again?

I hide a scoff when he drops those words, in the most desperate tone I've ever heard in my life.

—You better not —I answer for her, earning a frown from him.

Unconsciously, I wrap my fingers around her wrist, and pull from her body so we both can start walking to my motorbike. Was I too possessive of her, maybe?

—You don't even know what he did —she whispers, when we are far enough.

Of course she's going to play the devil's advocate and justify whatever crap he did back there.

—I don't need to know —I let go of her, stopping next to my back—. But if that shithead did something he needs to make up for, that's enough information.

And he should be thankful I'm not a violent person.

When I say that, I can see a glimpse of a tiny smile from her. But I don't annoy her with that, it's better to let her think I wasn't aware of how much she actually liked to hear that. Because I don't want to acknowledge how much I liked her reaction.

She hugs to my body when she gets on the bike, wrapping her arms around me tight as she lets me take the lead. At first I think of taking her home, and leaving everything there.

But what if that asshole tries to message her again? I know she wouldn't be "allowed" by the deal, but do we actually care about it that much?

It's not like we signed a professional contract, so she's still free to do whatever the fuck she wants.

That thought is even worse, because it only makes the possibility of her retaking a conversation with him bigger.

—I thought you were going to take me home —she mentions, confused, when I start in front of the garage door.

—My place was nearer —I lie—. You can stay the night —I turn my head slightly, looking at her over my shoulder—. Unless you want me to take you home.

And if that's what Y/n wants, I'll leave her there without a problem. Although it's a relief to see her shaking her head, as she smiles shyly while leaning over my shoulder.

—Where's the truck? —she questions, once she hops off the motorbike.

—It's Soo's actually —I answer, after I'm done putting everything into place—. Well, we share it.

More like I only use it when I have to do something for Mark or Soo.

—And what were you doing when I texted you?

Waiting for that text...

But I can't say that.

—The date made you so nosy all of sudden?

Y/n stops, genuinely thinking I was pissed by her question. So I try to find a way to show her I wasn't bothered at all by it, in a way that looks natural enough so it doesn't really seem like I'm desperately trying to comfort her. I hold her hand, not feeling a tight grip around it until a few seconds after -when she's finally aware.

I don't seem to be fully aware of what i'm doing myself until I see our reflection on the elevator's mirror. And that dumb smile on my face that her tight grip caused.

Both standing at each side of the metallic cubicle, we're preparing to an uncomfortable silence -that I can't seem to allow from happening, while my head keeps spinning around what her date told her before I interrupted them.

—What did he have to make up for?

—I thought you didn't want to know —she replied back, crossing her arms over her chest.

—I didn't want to make a scene —I support my back against the wall—. But depending on what he did, I won't hesitate to go back and break his nose.

—I handled it pretty well myself, thank you —that's not an answer, and she knows it—. Well... It was nothing. He just said he doesn't want to be teaching his significant other how to do things.

I shake my head, and breathe deeply as I try to think of what she's just told me. He doesn't want to teach her things? I bet it's not that that he doesn't want to, but he directly doesn't have a fucking idea of what to actually do right. And if he said that, it probably means she told him she's a virgin? And he still managed to shame her for that.

Dumb ass.

—Purple looks good on you —she points out.

I know she's trying to distract me from what she's just said. She's probably afraid I'll end up going back to the restaurant and teach him how my knuckles feel against his mouth. Either way, it seems to be working out, because I look at myself in the mirror, before I look back at her.

—You should keep it a little longer.

Should I?

I don't really say a word when he get to my place, I just head straight to my room to get some clothes for her and hand them to her.

When Y/n comes back, she looks so sweet and cute with her figure hidden under all those baggy clothes. I really can't understand how someone would plan to ruin a date, just by being an asshole to somebody.

—I can't believe he really thought he stood a chance with you, to the point of saying that to you —I say out of nowhere, breaking the silence after she sat next to me on the couch.

I've tried to hold it in, but I just can't.

—I fucking knew you would be on that still —Y/n sighs.

—How could I not? He acted as if he were the big thing, and I'm sure he doesn't even know where his own cock is.

—Why do you care so much, anyway? I'm not seeing him again, so why make all this fuss about it? —she looks at me confused.

—He just saw you as a piece of meat to fuck.

—Isn't that what Tinder is for? —she questions back.

She doesn't say anything else after that question, but I can feel some words are stuck in her throat. She just doesn't say them. Instead, she waits a bit before she speaks again with a more calm tone.

—I'm a virgin, not dumb —she chuckles—. I know what to expect from someone I barely talked to on Tinder, and it's not like I went on that date to find the love of my life. What he said pissed me off, but he apologized. Now, can we move on from this?

Letting out a heavy breath, I move my eyes away from her, just so I can be able to think straight and ease my mind. But I don't last too long without looking at her. And it's a fact that there's something that always pulls me to her. Y/n turns to me as well, as soon as she's aware of my gaze.

—What? —she finally asks.

I look at each detail on her face, lost in trying to memorize each centimeter on it before my eyes fall on her lips.

—I'm just looking at you —I answer, looking back up into her eyes.

—I know, but why?

—Just because —I shrug.

My eyes fall back to her lips when I notice the way she slides the tip of her tongue through them, before she slightly bites them.

—Just because? —she teases me, although the question leaves her mouth with a doubtful tone.

Her lips pout slightly with anticipation, as if she were letting her inner thoughts get a tiny bit of control over her body.

And it's the hint I take to lean over her, linking her lips to mine with no foreplay, no rubbing beforehand, no teasing. Although the kiss isn't enough, I want to feel her closer. With one hand on her cheek, and the other on her waist, I pull her closer to me, until I'm able to feel her rushing heartbeat against my chest.

I'm not able to think straight just by being able to taste her, sliding my tongue in between her lips. And my mind gets filled with thick clouds when her fingers dare to dig inside the collar of my t-shirt, while her fingertips send goosebumps all over my body.

I want to feel her everywhere. I want to get all of her right now.

—I want you so bad —I break the kiss.

Although that comment seems to only encourage her more, and I'm surprised when she takes the lead and stands up. I follow her, just to be caught up in another kiss that will make us stumble all over my place until we reach my room. And the only time we decide to break it, it's because we keep tearing each other's clothes apart.

Y/n grinds her hips against mine, the rough touch of our crotches makes my dick twitch inside my boxers. And I'm afraid I won't be able to go on a little further if she keeps doing that.

She's a fucking menace. Time to switch roles.

I break the kiss again, rubbing my lips on hers, only breathing the air she's exhaling, as my forehead rests on hers. My hands move up all over her body, sliding on her back and making her arch it in consequence. Y/n keeps trying to help me with everything, but it's time for her to enjoy it, while I have my way with her. So every time she tries to sit to help me with something, I push her softly back on the bed.

—Just relax and enjoy —I place a kiss on her collarbone—. I'll make you feel good.

It's the only thing I want right now.

My body can't seem to wait to feel her body squirm, and see her face tinted with pleasure. I lean over her breasts, taking no time to lick her hard nipple, feeling the rugosity of it fighting against the wetness of my tongue. Her breath turns heavy with every kiss, lick and suck I give her. Her hands hold her sheets hard when my lips close around the hard bud, and a gasp leaves her mouth when I set it free, just to go back to the other. Arousal builds over her so desperately that she tries to grind against me again, but I put her back in place by holding her hips against the mattress.

She looks so beautiful like this. Impatient and needy.

I keep going down her body, kissing each centimeter that's available for me, tracing the line of her panties with my lips when I finally get there. I keep going down, letting the smell of her arousal intoxicate me, and making my dick twitch again in my boxers.

Y/n looks nervous and uneasy when she's aware of what I'm about to do, but I still can see how bad she wants this. It's in the way she bites her lips, and how she unconsciously spreads her legs a bit wider to give me more room.

—Move your hips up for me —I whisper, when my fingers tangle on the elastic of her underwear.

She does it with no hesitation, lifting her hips up enough to help me get rid of the only piece of fabric that's covering her now. When I look back at her again, I have to keep myself together and not jump on her like an animal. Her messy hair spread all over my pillows, her hard nipples shining under the intimate lights of my lamps, her shaky breath and the way her thighs are almost closing must be the best image I've had of someone in a long time.

—Do you want to stop? —I ask her.

Her answer isn't formed with words, but with actions. Y/n spreads her thighs a bit wider, inviting me between them. Her glistening pussy is almost screaming at me to dig my lips in her slit, but I hold back. I taste her, all the way from her knee to her inner thigh, ignoring her core to do the same thing with her other leg.

—Eyes on me all the time —I warn her, stopping on her soft mons.

For some reason, she always has problems whenever she gets too lost in the moment to close her eyes. If I want her to enjoy this, I think the best would be to direct her not to close them now.

Both of my hands hold to her thighs, while my lips spread kisses around her pussy. When I finally fix my eyes on it, I can see it glistening right in front of me, slightly clenching around nothing. I feel like a wild animal right now.

—You're so wet for me —I groan.

I slid my tongue through her slit, from her entrance I make my way up with the tip, collecting all of her juices. The metallic taste makes me eager for more as soon as they hit my taste buds. It's the best action-reaction effect.

When I finally find her clit, I spread her lips with two of my fingers, making it easier to tease her needy bud, while moving my tongue up and down. She gasps in relief when she first feels my tongue, but the moment she moans... She couldn't have done anything worse.

I attempt to slide my finger inside her tight channel, but I move my head lower so my tongue invades her. Her walls welcome me, and I can feel every reaction, everything she might want to hide, directly on my tongue. I keep moving it, slowly in circles and up and down, at the same time I move my head so my nose can rub against her clit.

Her legs tense on my finger and around my head. And when I open my eyes, I can see that she's looking at each one of my moves -just like I told her to do. And she only makes that image better when one of her hands reaches to my hair, grabbing some of my locks to keep me tight against her.

—Please, make me cum —she begs in a moan.

Fuck, I need to give her everything.

Two fingers slide into her, at the same time my mouth moves back to her clit. I barely give her time to feel empty, nor to think about anything -in general. I move my fingers up and down, finding the padded spot that makes her squirm and tremble, while my mouth and tongue keep sucking and licking her clit.

Her hips grind against my mouth and her pussy clenches so tight around my fingers, that it seems like she wants to suck them in, before she finally explodes with a loud and long moan.

I slowly give her time to get it back together, before I take my fingers out carefully and crawl over her body again, just to end up lying next to her. Although when I try to kiss her lips, she moves up and kneels next to me.

—Don't look at me like that —she smiles at me—. It's my turn to make you feel good.

I'd be lying if I say I don't want this. I'd be a huge liar if I said this wasn't the image I cummed way too many times.

She's more inexperienced than what I had up in my imagination, which makes total sense. Her moves are clumsy and insecure, as she tries to think how to take my boxers off, or how she should start. Although she starts good, making my cock shrink in the air while she spreads kisses all over my thighs until she's way too close to my crotch.

And fuck, the way she looks at me right now, as her hand wraps around my shaft... She's a fucking menace. I don't care how inexperienced she is.

Her shy and nervous dry kisses, and kitty licks on my length, turn to sensual and slow circles on my already wet tip. And I almost lose it when the warmth of her mouth closes around it, and starts taking me in slowly.

I press my lips tight, feeling her mouth closing more around me and moving faster on my cock, bombing her head perfectly fine. But after three or four times, I feel uncomfortable, like something's scraping my skin down there.

If I don't stop her, this is going to hurt.

—Babe, you're gonna suck me raw —I move her hair away from her face, after I've placed a hand on her arm—. Try doing this.

Trying to teach her how to do it, I cover my teeth with my lips. And, after she nods, I guide her back to my cock. And doesn't it feel good... Every time she moves, she tries to take my cock a bit deeper, which ends up with my tip rubbing against her throat and her gagging on my cock. I'm not even able to look at her right now, it'd be too much.

She is indeed a menace.

—Don't be shy —she teases me, hands working on my cock, as soon as she's aware that I'm trying to hold back—. Let me hear you.

If she learns more things, she'll definitely be the death of me.

The combination of her mouth with her hands, the wet sounds she makes, and how she makes me feel... I feel that hot sensation building up inside, like a volcano that's close to exploding. I think if I don't stop her, I'd end up doing something she doesn't like.

—Babe, stop —I say, trying to push her away. —. Please...

But that doesn't stop her, it only encourages Y/n to go as hard and fast as she's able to. And I'm not able to control my body, nor to be aware of what I'm doing, until it's way too late. Until I feel some of my own load dripping from her mouth, and rolling down my still hard cock, while I see her throat moving after she's swallowed the rest.

—Come here —I say, closing my eyes, while I extend one of my arms to hug her—. This is the hardest I've ever cummed since I met you.

A light weight covers my forearm, and the warmth radiating from her body makes me feel at ease after everything that's happened tonight.

It makes me feel like I won't be able to sleep right if she isn't here.

—Let's sleep —I whisper, knowing perfectly fine what that means..

Her cheeks rise, as she smiles wide against my skin, and moves next to me so she can wrap an arm around my body and hug me, keeping me close to her body.

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