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chahnniesroom · 5 months

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for better, for worse

pairing: lee minho x female reader

summary: an arranged marriage is anything but ideal. minho knows that when it comes to his role as a husband, he's lacking, but you haven't exactly been the perfect wife either. a phone call from you leads to a shift in priorities.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: angst, mention of a car accident, mentioned death of a minor character

a/n: originally this was going to be part of a longer fic, but i will never write that longer fic, so i decided to post it! the name of this fic is what inspired me to create the till death do us part collection. i hope you enjoy!

part 2 | till death do us part collection | read it on ao3 | masterlist

Minho had never really thought that he’d be married before the age of 30. Sure, he knew that his parents would likely expect it of him, but he prioritised work far too much to have a meaningful relationship with anyone. So it’s not exactly a surprise that when his parents announce that they’ve arranged a marriage with you, Minho doesn’t suddenly become an attentive and doting partner. In fact, even a year later, he still hasn’t gotten very close to you.

Minho knows that when it comes to his role as a husband, he’s lacking, but you haven’t exactly been the perfect wife either. Behind closed doors, you seem openly resentful of this whole situation and do your best to avoid Minho altogether.

Honestly, Minho doesn’t blame you. If he thinks about it, which he tries not to, you have it even worse off than him. You’re younger by a couple years and had been in the process of rising through the ranks of your family’s company when you’d been forced into becoming a dutiful housewife instead of an executive.

You had tried at first, texting him good morning, staying up late to wait for him to get home from work, and making sure the staff always had fresh and healthy meals prepared. Minho feels guilty thinking of how often he had brushed you off, but he had just been promoted and a lot of the executives, your father included, were just waiting to see him make a mistake. The overwhelming pressure had led him to spend more nights than not at the office and when he did go home, his thoughts still revolved on the work he had left to do.

You haven’t done anything drastic to express your dissatisfaction yet, but it feels like it’s only a matter of time.

Tonight would be the perfect way to do so. The two of you are expected to be present for an event, one that Minho has been invited to speak at. His assistant, Jiyu, tells him that it’s the opportunity of a lifetime and stresses how important it is for everything to go according to plan.

Minho heads to the event straight from the office and isn’t surprised that you’re not there before him. Even 30 minutes after the event has officially started, he still doesn’t mind since it’s just been mingling so far, something that he knows you detest. It’s when they sit everybody down to start serving the meal that he starts getting impatient, his temper starting to make itself known.

You know that this night is important for Minho and he’s told you multiple times that he expects you to be there. He knew that you had been picked up on time since he’d even sent his personal driver, Jeonghoon, to get you and Jeonghoon had sent assurances that the two of you were on your way.

You're frustratingly convincing though, Minho has never been able to say no to you and he knows that you've charmed all the household staff as well.

He'd texted Jeonghoon once to check where you were, but hadn't gotten a reply and he just hopes that it's because traffic is bad and not because you're plotting something.

When Jiyu pesters Minho about the lack of your presence, he gives in and calls your cell phone. It rings for a while, and Minho is about to hang up when you finally answer.

“Minho!” you say, sounding delighted. Minho is instantly suspicious. “You’re calling me.”

“Where are you?” he demands coldly. “It’s late.”

“I-I tried to call,” you continue to babble. “This time, I was good, really. I remem-remembered to call Jiyu-ssi instead of your phone. She said you were busy and not to bother you. But they needed someone to come help and I couldn’t think of anyone else.”

“Y/n, are you- are you drunk?” he asks in disbelief. If he sounded cold before, his voice is absolutely frigid now. Someone happens to walk by and they look frightened by whatever expression is on his face based on the way that they scurry past while trying to avoid eye contact.

“No!” you deny vehemently, even though there’s still something odd about the tone of your voice. “I didn’t drink anything! They didn’t let me. They won’t let me do anything. They just gave me this thing and-”

“Where are you.”

“I’m at the hospital,” you say plainly.

“What?” Minho stands up from the table, uncaring of the way that everyone swivels to look at him. He had stayed quiet enough before to prevent eavesdropping, but forgets to keep his voice down reacting to your matter-of-fact response. “What happened?”

“We were driving to the hotel,” you say in a small voice. “I didn’t want to be late. I- I don’t know what happened. There was another car- they were in a rush too.” You stop to hiccup.

“Y/n-” Minho is at the entrance to the ballroom and doesn’t even wait for the staff to heave the doors open, opting to push through them himself. He knows he's making a scene, but he couldn’t care less about anybody else in the room at the moment.

“He’s gone,” you interrupt, sounding hollow. “Jeonghoon. They couldn’t even get him out of the car. I saw it. Him. What was left. There was so much blood.”

It feels like Minho’s stomach drops right to the floor.

“Y/n-”

He can barely hear your reply, instead the rush of his pulse in his ears drowns out any other sound. He's suddenly aware of how shaky his breathing has gotten, shallow gasps that barely provide any oxygen to his lungs.

“It doesn’t feel real,” you say, subdued. “They keep saying that I was really lucky, but it doesn’t feel like it.”

“Are you hurt?” Minho’s almost afraid to ask.

“Oh,” you sound surprised. “Me? I- Don’t worry about me.”

“Don’t worry? Never mind, just tell me what hospital you’re at. I’m on my way.” Minho has forgotten that you're particularly skilled at deflecting questions, even ones that are direct.

“What? No! You can’t leave, you have your speech-”

“Y/n,” Minho says gently. You're starting to sound panicked and since he still doesn't know what your condition is, he doesn't want you to be any more stressed than you already are. “It’s okay, I’ve already excused myself.”

“I know tonight was really important to you,” you say miserably. “I ruined it. I’m sorry. Oh I- Someone’s here, I have to go now. Don't come, please. I’m fine, really. Stay at the event.”

The call ends abruptly and Minho is left staring at his phone.

“Minho-ssi,” Jiyu hisses from beside him. Her heels clack as she tries to keep up with him. Minho's already halfway across the lobby, but he can still see into the ballroom where a number of people are still staring after him. They must think he’s gone crazy. There’s a smile on Jiyu's face, but the tone of her voice is anything but friendly. “What are you doing? They're not finished serving dinner and you have to be on stage soon.”

Minho doesn’t even bother to answer, starting to dial for a car to come pick him up before he realises, dismayed, that he’s pulled up Jeonghoon’s number. He shakes his head for a moment before calling someone else.

Jiyu grabs at his elbow, pulling him to a stop. Even through the layers of his clothes, her nails are sharp pin pricks that dig into the flesh of his arm.

“Minho-ssi, you can’t just leave!”

Minho wrenches himself from her grasp and turns to scowl at her. She stumbles back at the force of his glare for a moment before reaching out again.

“Y/n’s in the hospital,” he explains. That should be enough explanation, but it still doesn’t seem to affect her. "I have to go."

“Tonight is critical if you want to win over enough people for the contract that you’re negotiating. Don’t waste any time worrying about her. If she's at the hospital, there’s nothing that you can do to help Y/n, she’s already being taken care of,” Jiyu says coolly. “Some things are more important.”

Minho stares at her for a long moment.

Jiyu has worked with Minho for a significant portion of his career. Her analytical and no-nonsense way of handling things is part of the reason that he’s been able to make it as far as he has. For the longest time, he had admired her ability to set aside her emotions to make logical, objective decisions.

Now he wonders if she’s just heartless.

Out of the corner of his eye, Minho can see a car pull up to the doors and he makes his own decision.

“Yes," he agrees. Jiyu lets out a sigh of relief and reaches out to tug him back to the ballroom. Minho steps away to avoid her hand. "Some things- some people are more important. I didn't see that before and I won't make that mistake again. Jiyu-ssi, give everybody my apologies that I was not able to stay and then you may go home. Thank you for your service all these years, but I will not be needing you as my assistant any longer."

He doesn't look back.

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pink-key · 4 months

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How would Toby be with a romantic partner if he ever entered a relationship (like would he be toxic/romantic/etc??)

This will be long, buckle up, as I want to tackle multiple questions.

This is an x y/n headcanons visual thing.

Warning: Terrible writing. Might be slightly dark. Very very long

Firstly, all depends on the closeness you have with Toby.

🍨 Plaything

🍰 Congratulations, you got him interested in you. Maybe it's your overly humorous reaction to him running after you, while he was chaotically swinging his hatchets. Maybe you had a drastically different reaction to his previous victims.

🍰 Either way, he loves tormenting you; his morals are either absent or corrupt. He likes to scare you, looking into your window to your room at night, laughing and rambling nonsense once you notice him (doesn't matter which floor you live on; he can climb). He can inflict some minor or not so pain on you, especially during his episodes, from randomly swinging his weapons in anger or excitement to pushing you around. There is no particular aim in that; he just feels like it, or his mind is fogged by voices and emotions.

🍰 Contrary to popular belief, he isn't shy, he isn't easily embarrassed. He is loud, obnoxious; he will make his opinions known to you; he will comment on anything you do or any of your clothes, personal belongings, even your family. He is here to have fun, not to worry about your feelings. As long as you entertain him, he will keep you alive, driving you to madness.

🍰 He can and will find you anywhere, will make you look like an insane person to other people. He is good at hiding and is skilled at hurting physically and emotionally from a distance (throwing a rock in the head, displacing objects in the room to make one paranoid, etc.). A 2-meter-tall stalker running around with two axes after you? You're hilarious, y/n!

Coincidentally, his boss doesn't order him to kill you; maybe you don't disturb his work much, after all, he doesn't visit you all the time (his life doesn't revolve around you). Just the least when you expect him.

🍰Telling him he is disgusting or commenting his mental issues will result in an instant end, unless he would want to play a chasing game in the forest with you before that.

🍰 If you have an S/O, he will mock you for choosing such a pitiful person as a partner. Just hope he won't involve your S/O in your little games. He doesn't care about your personal life, but he sure knows how dear this relationship is to you.

🍨 "We are buddies, r-right?"

🍰 You somehow managed to survive his attacks, random outbursts, mood swings, threats and, for some reason, decided to befriend him.

Honestly, being his friend is the healthiest you can get and keep bits of your private space at the same time.

🍰 He, despite being insane, brainwashed, and amnesiac, starts to see you more than just an amusement park attraction as a cute little pet, not really an equal. Your relationship is a bit more than him having a blast using physical or mental torture on you. Your presence and personality are also fun, who knew?!

🍰 Maybe, would EVEN feel a slight parody of pity for you. Especially if you tell him your sad stories of your life. He is terrible at comforting, but if the stars align right, he can play his favorite cassettes to you with cheery songs or try to make jokes, but don't expect that to happen every time. Maybe a pat on the head would happen, usually, he would tell you to stop being sad as there are worse things to cry about.

🍰 He teases you and pranks you a lot. Doesn't matter what state you are in.

🍰 His idea of friendship is a bit twisted. You won't mind that he will destroy your belongings if he finds them annoying, right? You are friends! Friends don't hold grudges against each other! Or if he would hurt your family members or friends because they said or did something that triggered his aggression, right? Friends forgive each other! You don't mind sharing everything with him, from food to information, because friends don't keep secrets from each other!

🍰 There is a good part to this relationship. He is kinder to you. Perhaps, would bring you a cute little trinket or object stained in blood. Friends make gifts for each other! He would appreciate it if you would give him something. Be careful what you give him, as he interprets your gifts in his own way. New hoodie? Are you implying his tastes are bad? Are you mocking him?

🍰 This is also where you can shape your friendship into a seemingly normal one. Food is a safe option. Learn what he likes to convey to him that you care about him. The man needs kindness deep inside. It will confuse him; he might get angry at you, at the world without understanding why, but the long-term result is worth the risk.

🍰 If you are in danger, he might save you. Although you will bear the guilt of some hooligans being either deadly hurt or dead.

🍰 He is also more open to you. You can hold small conversations with him, discussing music, for example. However, if he is in one of his episodes or even just mood swings, he can snap, shout at you or just be mad at you for an unknown reason, while rambling something incomprehensible and leave you alone for a week or more. Violence isn't completely off the table either.

🍰 If you have an S/O (or just hangs out with friends), He can get jealous because you don't pay attention to him at that exact moment. He isn't always jealous, just sometimes. If he is in a terrible mood, might even hurt your S/O, he isn't shy at that stage to involve anyone in the mess. He can complain about your S/O. It's not advised to dispute him, as he can get angry at you. You are his friend! Why are you fighting him?

🍨 Obsessive

🍰 After a lot of talking, gifts and, if you were bold enough, light friendly physical touch, he is feeling smitten by you.

🍰 You notice weird signs of attention from him, he makes some sort of romantic gestures, but it comes off as creepy to you. For instance, he thought a fur coat is what you would like, but he didn't realise you need to work on the fur instead of giving it bloody to you.

🍰 He doesn't understand himself, his voices aren't helping him either, he is feeling hate then sickly love from one second to another. If he thinks too much about that, he twitches and tics more than usual, especially in your presence. He is more distant; he doesn't respond to you. He just sits there, shifting his eyes without focusing on anything, occasionally roughly turning to one of his auditory hallucinations.

🍰 You don't understand his ramblings or whispers, and now they are more disjointed than ever. He avoids you for a few months or even more. It worries you more than him being around you, as you're used to his presence by now. Who knows, maybe he got bored with you and just contemplates how brightly he could end your life.

🍰 He can't run from his feelings forever. As a snow during summer, he busts into your house and just dumps all his thoughts on you—just an incomprehensible jumble. You won't understand it right away until he grabs you by the shoulders and forces you into an embrace, then pushes you away, twitching, staring into your soul, waiting for your response. He doesn't say, but he already knows how you feel, even if he lies to himself. He is attentive and sensitive to human emotions, and he reads body language quite well.

🍰 You have a choice. If you deny his love, either one of things will happen. You die because he feels like it. You don't like him, if he kills you, he kills his feelings for you at the same time. Yet, there is a slim chance he can just forcefully make you like him, can lead to kidnapping, but you won't love him that way either, he would realize that, that's not right, and you are also dead in this scenario.

🍰 If you lie and accept his feelings, you won't last long, either. He notices all the slight restless movements around him, your discomfort, the way you look at him. He hates liars, so it's best to be honest and die quickly rather than slowly.

🍰 If you have a strong, twisted friendship and you learn how to talk to him, how to act when he is difficult to interact with, and you just find him with his bouquet of disorders and trauma charming in his own way, then you don't need to say much to him.

🍰 He doesn't know anything about relationships. He can come off as toxic, as his jealousy flies from low to high in a matter of moments. He is still a snappy, angry, insane serial killer, he just now sometimes apologizes if he was too rude to you. More gifts too, woo-hoo!

🍰 He is obsessive, but that also depends on a lot of circumstances. He wants to be around you as much as possible. Just your presence gives him some sort of emotional bliss when his thoughts are a bit less loud than usual. At the same time, his thoughts are chaotic and get under his skin, and he can disappear for some time. Or one of your words can trigger him; he can be violent or distant.

🍰 Dates with him are attempts to replicate what he sees in movies. He watched whatever old VHS he found in abandoned cabins or houses in the woods, so it's pretty vanilla and traditional, dare I say: eating ice cream together, watching movies, slowly dancing to some old music. He uses old pickup lines too if he feels particularly spicy.

🍰 He isn't touchy. He is touchy unless there is a sinister goal in mind or he wants to be annoying. Toby subconsciously associates touch with bullying or violence. You have to teach him to appreciate affection and kindness, and it will take you a lot of time.

🍰 Eventually, with a lot of pain he adjusts to your taction. He likes to sit next to you, shoulder pressed against yours, while resting his head on your shoulder or head, enjoying peace and silence, while you fidget with his fingers, occasionally placing brief kisses on bruises on his hand. He likes small touches. Once he learns what a surprise hug is, he abuses the life out of it. Be prepared to have mini-heart attacks when he screeches into your ear and hugs you from behind while you return from a small grocery trip back home. Other than that, his level of tactility remains the same.

🍰 His mask and goggles are also mental protection for him from the world. You notice that he takes them off when he is around you.

🍰 He is weak for compliments..even if he overthinks, in some instances, becomes angry or sad, whatever mood hits at the moment, but deep down he is squealing. He will hint at that in his own way by trying to compliment you. This is also important as at times he feels paranoid you are plotting something against him, so compliment him when you can.

🍰 Small acts, like maybe washing his bloody clothes or sewing them as they have a lot of holes, makes him intensely love you. He just stares at you, you just think he is probably hallucinating something.

🍰 Movies showed what women truly desire, so he is a gentleman, ..tries to be, so he would bring you flowers that he probably snatched from a nearby garden. Would keep the door for you, all that, his twitching, ticking, can make it unpredictable. If you're slammed by the said door on your side, trust him, he didn't mean it.

🍰 If you see him just lying down and doing nothing for days, don't try to extremely cheer him up or, goodness forbid, say "smile some more." Just be by his side, be patient. He will become cheery again soon.

🍰 He is jealous, he cares about your attention more than ever. So be careful how you act around your friends, family, or strangers if you want them to be at least alive by the morning.

🍰 His mind can be fogged by rage sometimes, so stay out of his way, he isn't in his head when he is like that.

🍰 Oh, if you have an S/O while he is in this state. No more of that S/O, maybe not you either. If anyone dares to flirt with you, no more of that person, either. You can beg Tobs to just end the lesson with a severe beating but good luck with that. He may switch his unstable bloodthirst onto you if you try too hard.

If you reach this, thank you for reading this war and peace, hope this all makes a bit of sense lmao.

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olee · 3 months

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Mil Horas | Enzo Vogrincic

*for the request of enzo :)

English and Spanish

It has been a challenging experience for you to witness the effects of your boyfriend's acting career on his mental and physical health. Your boyfriend, Enzo, recently secured a role in the movie "Society of the Snow," to be honest, this was a big deal for him. This was his first acting gig in a movie, and it was directed by a renowned film director, J.A. Bayona.

The movie's plot is set around a group of people surviving in the Andes mountains, and it follows a gripping storyline that keeps Enzo on his toes. He had to narrate some scenes and play a significant role in the film, which was exciting and nerve-wracking.

However, as the filming progressed, Enzo began to feel mentally and physically drained. He had to work long hours, often late at night, and the pressure to perform well was overwhelming. He struggled to balance his regular life with his filming schedule, and this took a toll on his mental and physical health.

You have been a supportive partner, trying your best to help Enzo cope with the demands of his acting career. You hope he can overcome these challenges and emerge victorious, as this is a significant milestone in his career.

Enzo, the lead actor in the upcoming film, had to drastically change his lifestyle to meet the demands of his character. He was required to follow a strict diet plan, but his dedication to his role led him to take extreme measures. He skipped meals and pushed himself beyond his limits as if he were truly surviving in the wild. As his loved one, you were understandably concerned about his health and well-being. You even spoke to the film's director, Bayona, about Enzo's condition.

One day, Enzo called you on WhatsApp, looking pale and exhausted. He had just finished filming a scene in Barcelona and was feeling weak. You answered his call and asked how he was doing, but before he could respond, you interrupted him and urged him to take care of himself, "Enzo, por favor, necesito que me escuches. Te lo he dicho millones de veces y nunca me das bola. Por favor, cuídate, me tenés preocupada. Necesito que sigas la dieta, si no vas a tener una reacción fea." You reminded him repeatedly to follow his diet plan and emphasized that he did not have to take the role so seriously. You assured him that his health was more important than anything else, and advised him to take some time to relax and meditate.

He sat there at the open-air café, his complexion drained and expression distant, sipping on a cup of coffee. With a reassuring tone, he said, "My love, don't worry about me. I'm perfectly fine. Take a look, just enjoying a peaceful moment with a cup of coffee here, and I wanted to see you. Honestly, Barcelona is treating me well, but I miss you so much, and I really need you here." Unsure how to respond, tears welled up, and you confessed, "Enzo, I miss you too!"

Enzo, noticing your tears, adopted a more comforting tone. "I don't want you to cry. I'm fine. Barcelona is challenging, but I know we'll be together again soon. I miss your hugs, your laughter, everything."

As you spoke, the conversation became tinged with nostalgia. Enzo shared details of his days in Barcelona, enthusiastically describing places and situations. "I swear, I even miss your scoldings here. No one cares for me like you do, and that's what I'm missing."

Amidst sips of coffee, you discussed plans for the future, dreaming of the moment when you would be face-to-face again. "We'll be together again soon. Don’t worry."

The background music caught your attention as he showed you through his camera the charming street in Barcelona where he was seated. To your surprise, it was your favorite song, "Mil Horas" by Los Abuelos De La Nada. A smile spread across your face as you recognized the familiar tune.

Funnily enough, Enzo, caught up in the moment, started singing the song, “Tengo un cohete en el pantalón/Vos estás tan fría/Como la nieve a mi alrededor/Vos estás tan blanca/Que yo no sé qué hacer/La otra noche te esperé bajo la lluvia, dos horas, mil horas, como un perro/Y cuando llegaste, me miraste y me dijiste: ‘loco, estás mojado, ya no te quiero’”His voice, carried by the ambiance of the street, added a touch of spontaneity to the virtual encounter. Without a second thought, you joined in, singing along with him. The distance between you seemed to fade away as the shared love for the song created a delightful connection across the miles.

#enzo vogrincic #society of the snow #my writing #la sociedad de la nieve #uruguay #latina #spanish #enzo vogrincic x reader #enzo vogrincic fic #enzo x reader #fanfic #argentina #agustín pardella x reader #simon hempe #matias recalt #Spotify

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papercorgiworld · 3 months

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Toxicity

The dark lord’s favourite always gets what she wants

You use your influence with the dark lord to get a certain someone to behave.

Theo Nott and Mattheo Riddle imagine

Warning: toxic reader, crucio, bit angsty? and suggestiveness

Quick post forecast: today, we’ve got toxic Thursday with Theo and Matt, tomorrow it’s flirty Friday with Enzo and if all goes well we’ll have a smutty Saturday.

Tumblr wouldn’t let me insert the pictures in text, which makes me so sad. 🥺 Sorry, you’ll have to scroll down, I hope I can fix it later… Fixed it!!!! anyways happy readings!

Requested part 2

Theodore Nott

The dark lord smiled with genuine admiration for your work as you handed him Merlin’s spell book. “I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me, you never do. Like your parents you know what loyalty means.” You nod and he continues. “If there’s anything I can do to show my gratitude, please let me know.” You shake no, pretending like you didn’t already have something in mind when you entered his office.

After a few seconds you speak up. “Actually, there might be something, a little annoying matter that I can’t seem to manage myself.” His silence is his way of telling you to state your wish. “There’s a guy in my year, he never shows me any respect. Belittles me all the time. Yesterday, he even stole from me. I can’t do anything about it, Dumbledore doesn’t allow students to curse one another.”

The dark lord circles around you, listening attentively. He already has his suspicions, but nevertheless asks: “His name?” You meet Tom Riddle's eyes. “Theodore Nott.”

Without warning he points his wand to the door and it slams open. “Theodore, join us.” Every hair on Theo’s body raises as soon as he hears his name, but calmly follows orders. Theo’s eyes immediately land on you and a scowl forms on his face, this can’t be good. “I’ve been told your behavior isn’t what it should be.” Theodore’s eyes darken. “Whatever she said is a lie.” The dark lord snaps his head at Theo, not pleased with how he talks about his favorite. “Crucio!” Your eyes widen as Theodore falls to his knees, reaching for a nearby table to keep himself from fully collapsing. “I think his behavior will now drastically improve.” You nod and the dark lord turns towards Theodore. “Return what you stole and don’t leave this room until you’re forgiven.”

As soon as you and Theo are alone he looks up at you with hatred. “You are vile.” You simply grin. “If I were you I would change your tone and maybe throw in a few compliments.” Theodore pulls his eyes away from you. You were probably right. His orders were clear, you had to leave this room happy or whatever was waiting for him would be worse than the curse he had already suffered.

Now that he’s standing again you slowly walk towards him and he quietly stares at you bottling up his anger. “I want my essay back.” You demand. He huffs, but you quirk an eyebrow reminding him to behave. Theo takes a deep breath as he surrenders and reaches for the inside pocket of his jacket. “Here’s the essay you wrote based on my idea.” He offers you the paper and a content smirk tugs on your lips. Theo turns around, pleased to be done with you, but you grab his arm pulling him back.

“You aren’t forgiven yet.” You remind him. “How about you start with a little ‘I’m sorry’.” You suggest, making him close the distance between you two and tower over you. You try to hide the fact that you’re a little intimidated and bravely look him in the eyes. “I won’t apologize.” You lick your lips patiently. “I’m not responsible for what happens to you if you leave this room unforgiven. The dark lord might see you as an unloyal freeloader who only follows orders when it fits him.” Theodore balls his fists as his frustration with you peaks. You want to say something more, but Theo won’t let you. He forcefully grabs your chin and pushes you against the desk behind you. “I won’t apologize to you.” The boiling hate in his voice is undeniable and honestly you don’t blame him. He started playing games with you without knowing how dirty you play and now his ego’s was taking some serious damage. You speak through gritted teeth as Theo’s hold on your chin stays. “If you aren’t going to use that mouth of yours for apologizing, you better put it to good use elsewhere.”

Theodore jaw clenches and he stares at you debating his options, but you know him better than he knows himselfs. Your core is aching for what is to come. “Fine.” Theo spits as he surrenders to your will, but not without being an arrogant ass about it. With one harsh move he spreads your legs and you grip the desk behind you for support. Your smug grin is irresistible to Theodore, but he’ll never let you know how turned on he gets so he keeps his eyes dark as he slides down on you.

Mattheo Riddle

You are part of the Slytherin friend group but you know that Mattheo isn’t too fond of you. He’s always ridiculing you for something stupid. It was like his hobby was getting on your nerves. However, you’ve had enough of it and tonight his attitude was going to change. You had managed to get your hands on Merlin’s spell book before Mattheo and were currently handing it over to a very pleased Tom Riddle.

“Your extraordinary effort for our cause is admirable and doesn’t go unnoticed by me.” Mattheo rolled his eyes, but kept quiet as he sat at a table with the Malfoys. The dark lord wrapped his arm around you pulling you into a cold but appreciative hug, while whispering. “Anything you wish, my dear?” You look over at Mattheo, but as soon as your eyes meet he looks away and you can’t help but smirk. Softly you whisper something to Tom, making Mattheo look back up with anxious eyes. “Unappreciative, you say?” You nod. “And disrespectful.” You add and the dark lord seems to get more agitated. With a dramatic calmness he points his wand at the table, making everyone’s face flash with terror.

Suddenly, the quiet room is interrupted by a loud smack as Mattheo’s face is forced against the table by a spell. The emotional pain is just as visible as the blood dripping from his nose. With fuming rage and yet a stern calmness his father makes his way to the table, while every other person looks down in an attempt to hide their fear. The dark lord grabs Mattheo’s face forcing him to make eye contact. “You do not mistreat my dear (y/n). She’s loyal. A woman like her should be appreciated and pampered. From now on you’ll be good to her. Understood?”

The grip on his face is too strong for Mattheo to properly nod, but his eyes tell his father everything he needs to know. Mattheo will comply with everything the dark lord demands. When Tom releases Mattheo he looks up at you and you sincerely bow to show your gratitude and respect, thereby affirming your spot as favorite.

After the world’s most uncomfortable meeting you’re pleased to wander the hallways in solitude. You spot Mattheo cleaning his face through the half opened bathroom door and you stop to watch him. When your eyes lock in the reflection of the mirror his whole body tenses, but this doesn’t stop him from giving you a scowl. This makes your pity for him ebb away. You take a few confident strides and join him, taking the cloth from him to clean his face. “He could’ve done worse.” Your words just make him scoff. “Is my pain and humiliation not enough amusement for you?” He grabs your hand telling you to stop, you try but fail to get out of his grip and his attitude starts to frustrate you. “Stop whining, Riddle, and let go of me or I’ll go crying to your dad again.” Mattheo’s jaw clenches, but he reluctantly releases your hand allowing you to clean and heal him.

After you’ve fixed him up you both make your way back to the other guests. When you enter the room Mattheo is quick to leave you a few steps behind, searching for his friends, but one disappointed and contemptible look from his father makes Mattheo instantly turn back towards you. To your surprise he’s quick to snake an arm around you. You glare at Mattheo for being so obvious about only being nice to you to save himself. “I’m not feeling really appreciated.” Mattheo rolls his eyes at your words, while leaning in to whisper through gritted teeth. “You expect a lot of love and appreciation from a man who never gets any himself.” You look at his dark eyes, while they dart around you. “Just tell me what you want and you’ll have it.” You lay your hand on his cheek forcing him to make eye contact. “Take me to your room and fuck me.” You demand, surprising Mattheo. His harsh and frustrated eyes turn softer as he realises you might not be as unreasonable as he thought.

A/N: Typo’s, grammatical errors, forgotten warnings, worries, disturbances, disastrous thoughts? Let me know, feedback is always welcome!

Picture source: https://pin.it/33fAo21Oe

#slytherin #slytherin boys #theodore nott #theodore nott imagine #theodore nott x reader #mattheo riddle imagine #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle #mattheo #papercorgiworldwritings

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someonesblog1555 · 1 year

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Astrology observations: 18+

Lilith in the 10th house can give someone a reputation for being a slut, and also a tease. People automatically assume the worst of you. People make absurd rumors about these people, and others actually believe them or believe them with ease. Another thing I’ve noticed is that these people are viewed as sex symbols. Even before they’ve done anything sexual they already have a reputation for it.

I have this theory that men with mars in weaker signs such as Taurus, Libra, and Cancer are more inclined to seek out more than one women to feed their ego. These men are also extremely attractive to the opposite sex. One cancer mars I knew had more female friends than male ones. Taurus and Libra mars men always seem to have lots of women who have crushes on them.

Men with weak mars tend to be great in the sac. A cancer mars boyfriend of mine literally read smut to become better in bed. Crazy.

Sidereal Libra risings are gorgeous in a very noticeable way. All my friends and family who are objectively extremely beautiful have this placement. Which makes sense because Libra is the sign of symmetry and Venus (beauty) Honestly model status looks.

People with lots of Saturn aspects tend to have difficult lives.

The most aspected planet in your chart can give you a lot of insight into the energy you give off.

The T-Square really does indicate popularity and fame, but depending on the person this can be either good or bad. I knew a girl who had the T square in her and chart and there is no denying that she was well known. Everyone in our town knew her name, but in a bad way lol. But you know what they say, bad publicity is still publicity nonetheless.

Jupiter and sun in the first house can make someone extremely loud and obnoxious. 😂 Also no filter.

Sidereal Libra suns may give off the vibe that they don’t need anyone, but in reality their ego is dependent on what others think of them.

Rohini moons are captivating. Everyone always talks about their eyes piercing your soul. The type of person that could make anyone think they are soulmates.

Also sidereal Pisces mars women are usually extremely attractive.

A loaded 7th house indicates an abundance of romantic partners.

Rahu in the 12th might lead someone to become addicted to drugs and sex.

You know how people say “you can’t explain attraction?” Alright… but explain Mars conjunct moon synastry. And Venus conjunct mars. Like nearly every couple has this. It’s bizarre. Can’t be coincidence 😭

Saturn in the 2nd house are penny pinchers.

Rahu in the 7th house consumes relationships and can never be satisfied by them. They run through multiple people looking for the one, but they are ultimately left lost when these people can’t fulfill their needs. Ultimately they see themselves through their relationships (Ketu in the 1st{ tail with no head}) They can’t see themselves, so they use others to help gain clarity. I’ve seen these people completely mold themselves into the person they are dating. (Which is normal, but these changes are drastic!!!! Like changing from a nerd into a skater boy, into a goth, into a fighter, into a horse rider in a short amount of time.) Honestly I can appreciate how chameleon they are, they can always change, but they are never sure of who they are.

I’ve read about Moon conjunct Venus men being more inclined to cheat. I observed this once in a boyfriend of mine. (He also had retrograde Venus) which might of affected it. His moon and Venus were in the 8th house (sometimes associated with death) and moon and Venus (commonly associated with the mother) his mother died a few months into our relationship, and he blamed me for her death(long and complicated story) He still wants to see me all the time, and the other day I was talking with his girlfriend (that he claimed that he was broken up with ) and she literally said “I really don’t think he would fuck the bitch that killed his mom.” So I can’t even make this shit up. 😭

#mars synastry #astrology #synastry aspects #moon conjunct mars #venus synastry #astro placements #astrology observations #taurus #aries #vedic astro observations #vedic astrology #libra rising #saturn

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beatcroc · 2 months

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a year!!! as of today i have now been drawing these funny little pizza freaks, to the exclusion of almost everything else, for!!! an entire year!!! i wanted to do a nice group shot/lineup of everybody to compare to when i first started trying to draw them because oh boy were they bad. i never even posted most of them anywhere because they were so bad. but im posting them here, now, to see how everything's changed/evolved.

this is probably the hardest time i've ever had trying to figure out how to work with a style, but we got there eventually; i'm pretty happy with the handle i've got on everybody now...dont let ur memes be dreams. lots of unimportant journaling and idle thoughts abt it below.

older pics

the first one is the VERY first time i drew them, before i thought i was going to actually have any interest in drawing them [lmao]; it was just the one isolated image, for my friendserver, to illustrate the funney message, so there was no attempt to make it Good or actually understand anything going on w/ the designs or style.

second is the original run of practices sketches to start trying to figure them out for real; done after i started having ideas for the comics and such and realized oh god maybe i am actually gonna draw fanart for this. [again, lol, and lmao.]

third one is the first pt art thing i posted on here. there were a couple weeks of sprite studies between this one and the previous image. the one on the top right wasn't part of that post i just threw it on as space filler; i'd intended to shift to doing Sprite Redraws But Stylized to explore tings more, but that was the only one i did. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

individual characters

peppino: by far the hardest dear god. bro what ARE your shapes how DOES your face work. jesus christ. everything i have trouble with this style for, peppino has it in excess. i draw in polygons! i need consistency! and that is the last thing this kind of style is concerned with. they are made of squarshy clay and i do not understand how to mold them. i was really hoping trying to learn this game's style would GIVE me that kind of flexibility for fun exaggerated facial expression but i don't think much came of it in the end 😔. anyway on the bright side all this means once i got peppino figured out a little bit everybody else clicked way easier.

fake peppino: honestly i never did anything with him on purpose except for how his eyes work + the perma-smile thing. i figured ok hes supposed to look weird and off model so whatever happens with him happens. and it did. and it kept happening. it is still, in fact, happening.

noise/ette: somehow, for every bit that peppino was the least natural thing i've ever tried, these two worked pretty much right off the bat. i still don't understand it, seeing as pretty much all the things at play for peppino are also at work for them. i think the new sketches are actually a little worse than older ones but not enough that i care.

gustavo: really funny bc i drew him on model twice and just went 'okay, cool nice, easy, um. he doesn't have any fucking legs?' fortunately he was the only one i had a strong idea for how to stylize him [square] and it worked exactly as i was hoping so wahoo.

brick: is an animal and therefore 5000x easier and more natural for me to draw/stylize than anything else in the cast. that is Just a rat bro. i can draw a rat.

gerome: i think the funniest one here. the most drastic and least necessary change imo. i was gonna have him be really small at first, like smaller than the noises, but then i just... didn't. he's just peppino-sized now. also i gave him like. actual human facial structure, which is funny bc in most cases i'd do anything to avoid, but it works well for his being A Rock to give him some angles and definition like that+ to differentiate his vibe from the rest of the cast who are all very squishy. also since he is essentially Just A Head it's good to emphasize that too ig.

john: i only drew john a couple times but he gets to be here because i like him. and because most of the stuff i applied to gerome was readily applicable to john, though i did try to keep him a little more uncanny because he is a Huge And Lanky Freak. i hate that he is barefoot btw but idk how to make his color balance look right with shoes.

pizzahead: i did not want to put him on here honestly but i Have drawn him a handful of times and more importantly i didn't know what i was gonna do with john's pose if i didn't have him there to be glared at. the only thing that's different with him is giving him wider-bottomed pants, which i got from when i tried to draw these guys in clone high style [i never posted that one either][i will eventually]

snick: he gets to be here because 1. he's like 6 lines 2. i like him and 3. ive scribbled him a few times offhand and it went pretty well

misc

there are some guys missing because those are guys i didn't draw enough [or at all] to have gotten comfortable with them. sorry

i would have Liked to shade these but for the time being i have accepted that my grasp of light/shadow has decayed to the point im not going to be happy with anything i try there, so For Now i am working on my presentation with flats i guess. gerome has a shadow only because he's shaded like that ingame and looks naked without it

anyway if you are still reading [hi?] i get to shamelessly plug now. i'm over the hill of my pizza run now, and while i still have plenty of things i want to make here, most of the bigger more in-depth ones have passed. pizza tower was the first thing in THREE YEARS to get me out of my oc groove to doing fanart, and once i am done with my ideas here i will be going right back to it. if you like my art or how i write characters/interactions you should check out my oc/webcomic blog @jamverse . i can't promise people who like pizza stuff will be terribly into my designs, but i can guarantee i treat my guys with the exact same sort of tone i handle the pt guys with. and hell, i've mentioned it a few times before, but like 70% of my characterization for fake pep is just copied off one of my characters, so if u are going to miss him... he will still be there in spirit >;p

and if you dont care about any of that and are still reading thank you anyway. actually making these comics + seeing how shockingly well-received they've been has done a lot for my confidence, and for seeing that my kind of stuff IS something people enjoy :')

#pizza tower #peppino spaghetti #fake peppino #gustavo and brick #the noise #noisette #pizzahead #arting #pizzaposting

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giddyfatherchris · 3 months

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Confidence booster

Pairing: changbin x reader, ot8 x reader

Type: Not requested

Genre: a biiiit of angst if you squint and fluuuuufff

Warnings: none

Requests: open for stray kids and bts

A/n: i thought about this random scenario and it made my heart grow a size or two with fluff hehe hope you enjoy xx

gif is not mine!

Summary: After a little incident while you were shopping with Changbin, he takes matter in his own hands to make you feel better and boost your confidence a little

"Why is this so good?" marvels Changbin as you walk down the mall, drinks in both your hands.

You laugh at his comment. Honestly, he's not wrong, but the childlike wonder Changbin often expresses always makes you giggle. He's basically a very buff and muscular child.

"Alright, so where do you need to go first?"

Changbin had invited you for a shopping day. He needed new clothes since he kept getting bigger by the hour. Usually, he would have asked the stylist for some new pieces, but he also liked to walk around the mall. So, with permission and a few security guards, you left together for a shopping spree.

He wanted to stop by a few stores, and you felt more than happy to follow along and enjoy his company. You had wished for the other boys to join you, but the occasion for them to get a free day was so rare. They all jumped at the opportunity to have a very chill and relaxed day.

You entered your third store your hands already full of bags, which all belonged to Changbin. Immediately, he started rummaging through the clothes. Every once in a while, he got out an abomination of a shirt or dress only to make a funny face to make you laugh. You joined in his game and quickly were almost crying because of the new atrocities you pulled out. Even the bodyguards couldn't hold in subtle smiles.

You were about to show him a very confusing top when your eyes fell on a beautiful dress. You put back the previous piece of clothing without a glance. It was a stunning pastel color and flowed perfectly with its multiple panels. You let your hand stroke the fabric. Your mouth opened with surprise at how soft it was. Completely lost in your world, you didn't notice when Changbin sneaked up on you with a funny hat and pair of glasses.

"What do you think of these?" he snickered, finding himself incredibly funny. "Y/n?"

"Mh?"

Pulled from your daze, you absentmindedly giggled when you noticed him, your mind not quite moved on from the absolute dream you held in your hands.

"You're not even laughing," he pouted before noticing your gaze of adoration. "That's really pretty. I'm sure it would suit you very well. Try it on!" he enthusiastically pressed.

And just like that, your little dream fell flat. You backed away from the rack as if it was poisonous.

"Oh no, I don't think so. I just thought it was soft," you mumbled before quickly walking away.

For the following stores, he noticed the drastic change in your attitude. Your enthusiastic mood was long gone, replaced by a distant gaze. Every time he offered a piece of clothing he thought would fit you well, you looked at him with this tense stare, shook your head, and moved on.

When you got home, you immediately headed to your room. You dropped the bags directly in the entryway and said a dismissive 'hello' to Felix who was waiting for the two of you with a smile. The young Australian gave his older brother a confused look, to which Changbin only answered with shrugged shoulders.

You were lying on your bed, a frog plushie held tight to your chest. You stared at the ceiling as memories you hadn't thought about in months flooded your brain. You were so out of it you didn't hear the light knock on your door. Only the apparition of Changbin in your room brought you back to the present.

"Oh, hi binnie."

"Can I come in?"

You nodded as you sat cross-legged in your little bed, giving him some space.

"Did you need anything?" you asked after he stayed silent for a few seconds. He looked shy, almost awkward, which was rare for him.

"I wanted to ask you about something, and before you say I imagined it..."

"Changbin I-"

He stopped you with a stern look. "Fine, I may have the attention span of a kindergartner, but I'm not that blind. You look seriously disturbed whenever I ask you to try something on." You examined your hands, ashamed to face his eyes. "And you can't tell me it was nothing. You looked panicked." He searched for your gaze, his head leaning on the side.

You closed your eyes. "It's just because it's embarrassing to explain," you whispered.

He stayed silent with his brows furrowed, a silent invitation for you to continue, you looked up and winced. "I used to date someone, and when we went shopping he showed little interest in the clothes I wanted. Which I guess is fair, but the thing is whenever I did try something in front of him, he always made fun of me. Or would point out the things wrong with it?" You hid your reddening face in your hands. "Since then, I only go shopping alone. I'm never trying anything new in front of someone."

You sighed, feeling so ashamed, even though you knew your friend deserved some proper explanation for your unusual behavior.

"So, that's why you wouldn't try that dress?"

You nodded. He stared at you silently, patted your hand, and left the room…?

It wasn't totally out of character for Changbin, he really had a hard time focusing on two things at once, but you thought after telling him such a personal story, he would have shown some compassion or at least would have said something.

It didn't help that you didn't see him the next day. The only thing resembling some news you got was a text in your group chat making sure everyone was still on for the meal at his dorm that night.

You showed up at the requested hour to an almost empty house. Seungmin, Felix, and Lee Know were the only ones there, busy preparing the meal. When you asked about the five missing boys, they gave a vague answer about an errand they all had to run before supper. You shrugged off the bizarre coincidence with a suspicious look before you joined the preparations.

Changbin, Bang Chan, Han, Hyunjin, and I.N finally showed up with a plethora of bags about 30 minutes later.

"With everything you bought yesterday, I didn't think you were still missing some stuff Bin." You laughed until you noticed their conniving smiles and unusual silence. "What's going on here?" you asked after looking at Seungmin, Felix, and Lee Know.

The sweet Australian boy walked behind you and grabbed your shoulders.

"Changbin hyung told us about your thing with clothes."

You whipped your head in the direction of the culprit, anger brewing in your blood.

"Please don't get mad!" intervened Chan as he stepped up. "We went to the store and picked some stuff for you." He gave you an adorable smirk, and if you weren't so embarrassed, you could have swooned.

Your strong friend walked up to you, bags in hands. "Try these and then show us."

Your mouth opened comically. "Is this a joke?" You looked at your friends and their hopeful smiles. "I told you I don't do that, and if you told everyone, you all should know too."

"Exactly, and that's why we want to do this. Please trust us?" He gave you the most horrid and cute agyeo look in an attempt to convince you. You pondered the situation and looked at them, hoping they would rescind.

"I will try ONE thing, and then we never talk about it again," you grumbled as Changbin quickly handed you a bag with a gigantic smile.

Of course, it was the dress. It was magnificent, and if you were honest, you thought it suited you, but self-doubt was never far away. You could never trust your opinion. You were probably not seeing some horrible detail, you reasoned.

"You can come out now. We're ready!" screamed Changbin from behind the door.

Turning to face the doorway, you took a deep breath. You questioned even getting out. Why would you willingly put yourself in that situation again? But then, the answer timidly pointed the tip of its nose.

Maybe, just maybe, because you did trust them? And maybe because somewhere inside, you hoped it would turn out different this time.

You stepped out, left the door flagrantly open for a quick escape, and faced the boys with your eyes closed. "Okay, I'm out. Here it is. Can I go back in now?"

Nothing. Your apparition met with silence, you slowly opened one eye then the other. They were all sat very neatly on the couch with serious expressions.

"Uh, guys?"

They stayed silent for a bit more, looking you up and down before they looked at each other and started absolutely screaming.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA SO PRETTY!!"

"OH MY GOD. HAVE WE BEEN GRACED WITH THE PRESENCE OF AN ANGEL?"

"MY EYES! MY EYES! THEY ARE DAZZLED BY ALL THIS BEAUTY!"

"ARE YOU A CELEBRITY?"

Bang Chan was fake sobbing and muttering about how pretty you were while Seungmin had just 'fainted' in I.N and Felix's arms. Hyunjin was fanning himself like a crazy person.

Suddenly turned MC, Changbin grabbed a hairbrush as a mic and presented your outfit. "Everyone! Here is our first outfit of the night! What would we rate this?"

"A 10!"

"12/10"

"ONE MILLION OUT OF TEN."

"It's PERFECT!" screamed Han.

You couldn't help a fit of laughter from escaping your mouth. Your cheeks were red with slight embarrassment and a healthy dose of happiness. The boys continued their crazy antics, asking you to twirl and do a model walk across the living room as they applauded. The show continued for a while as they encouraged you to try every item of clothing they bought you.

Most of them fit you like a glove, and you praised their incredible sense of fashion. Even with the more ill-fitting ones, their comments focused on comedy. Not a bad thing was said about you or the way your body looked.

You concluded the night with the delicious meal your three cooks had prepared and a movie. You were cuddled up on the couch, somehow all touching despite your different positions.

In the middle of the movie, you subtly looked at Changbin, sitting next to you. His gaze focused, face bare, and his natural dark curls giving him the fluffiest and most adorable appearance. After a few seconds of your maintained observation, he turned to you, a silent question mark in his dark eyes.

"When you didn't say anything after I confessed my story I got scared you were judging me," you whispered. "But after what you did tonight, I just wanted to thank you."

A satisfied smile illuminated his features as he reached for your hand, squeezing it. He didn't say anything for a while, his gaze back on the screen intently watching the movie, until he brought his mouth close to your ear and ushered in a low tone.

"You deserved to be shown the proper reaction for anything you would ever put on. That guy was an ass if he wasn't able to recognize what was in front of him." Your eyes turned round like saucers at the words you were hearing. You shifted to look at him, but his eyes were still on the screen. "We didn't have to put on a show or anything. We simply had to be honest and say what we’re all silently thinking all the time."

#ilya writes #stray kids #stray kids x reader #changbin #changbin x reader #bang chan #lee know #hyunjin #han skz #felix skz #seugmin #i.n skz #stray kids fluff #stray kids scenario #kpop fic

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mcflurryxx · 2 months

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I want part two please! English is not my first language but I think it's well written and I love the fluff, I wanna read more 🥺

The fire we share

Alastor x fem!reader. pt.2 pt.1 <- click!

genre: fluff + suggestive

word count: 1.7k

warnings: suggestive! neck biting, bite marks, hickeys, kissing and bold touches. (no real smut included tho.) lemme know if i missed any.

Summary: After Alastor has realized his feelings for you, he's been awfully distant. He wants to keep on doing it, until you decide to interfere.

a/n: Thank you so much for the sweetest words, my lovely anon! I honestly had no idea you guys are gonna like that! I appreciate your feedback with all of my heart, yall are the fluffiest. Lots of love. (Also it took me SO long and I'm sorry if it's shitty.)

Please keep in mind that English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistakes in advance.

After that night, when Alastor returned to the hotel later than normally, the night when your heart accelerated uncontrollably at the edge of losing consciousness, you were constantly dreaming about his lips pressed to the top of your hand. The butterflies never left you and soon you've realized that your feelings might've changed drastically.

You were always trying to find the radio demon, send him one of the most precious smiles of yours and ask him how his day went. Although it wasn't as simple as it sounds. He's grown painfully distant towards you. Ever since that stupid gesture. He's been distant to the point you started to question everything you've ever done, anything you've ever said.

The sound of a subtle, yet audible scratching on the back of your door brought you out of the deep depths of your thoughts, making you stop thinking about the man who had your mind twisted, at least for a moment. You moved from your bed, making your way towards the door.

As soon as you grabbed the handle, opening the door to look out, a familiar, tall and elegant silhouette made you week in your knees. Your eyes sparkled slightly, but you decided not to say anything. Well, at least until you noticed the shallow claw marks, covering the front of your door.

"Did you do this?" You asked with your brow raised, but unfortunately haven't received any answer.

"Alastor, I said, did you do this?" You rised your voice just a bit, realizing he's not going to speak anyway. Your shaking hand reached upwards, towards his slender arm. You gently ran your fingers along the sleeve of his scarlet coat, finishing at his wrist where you stopped with a bit of hesitation.

Alastor squirmed a little, albeit he never rejected you. He hated physical touch. You were expecting him to yell at you, push you away and ask to never talk to him again, but.. None of those things ever happened. The radio demon slowly, but firmly enough, grabbed your wrist with his free hand, guiding you straight to the top of his head. You felt the delicate red hair under your fingertips. With a hint of blush, you started playing with the strands of his silky hair, stroking it softly and affectionately.

Your actions resulted in a muffled groan escaping Alastor's lips.

"Right there.." He managed to whisper despite the growing heat upon his face. He didn't even dare to look you in the eye, nor say a mere word.

As you continued on caressing his sensitive scalp, he blessed your ears with more soft groans and little gasps. You couldn't believe how cute he actually was.

You smiled and scratched him behind his ear, forcing him to let out another gasp. "Still mad at me?" You stopped your actions for a moment, getting lost in his deep, crimson eyes easily.

"I've never been!" He chuckled in his characteristic way, acting as if absolutely nothing happened, which caught you off guard. "Heavens, how could i be mad at you, my darling!" His usual grin returned to his face.

"But you.. Were avoiding me?" You took a quick glance at his hands, glued to his cane. They were trembling again. You knew something was horribly off.

"Me? Nonsense." He brushed you off completely, making you even more pissed at this point.

You took a deep breath, placing your hand on top of his shaking one. With a subtle, reassuring smile, you decided to end this shitty show of his.

"Dear, please tell me what's wrong. Ever since that night when.. W-Well, when you kissed my hand, you've been acting distant towards me. Did i do something wrong? Something to upset you?"

Your words were slow and sweet just like pink colored marshmallows.

Alastor looked down, finally accepting his defeat. He sighed, intertwining your fingers together. "My dearest, it's been hard lately. I've began feeling so weird and i couldn't understand why. Earlier that night when I kissed your hand, I visited cannibal town and took an advice from my other friend." He squeezed your hand tighter. "She told me I'm not sick or anything. And that my disease is just.."

You tilted your head curiously, eager to know the rest of the story.

"Well it's just.. Love." He let out a narrow chuckle, trying to regain his confidence. "Yet i don't know what 'love' is."

You two stood there in silence, admiring each other's presence. Surprisingly, you understood him very well. Due to your lack of experience in serious relationships in the past, sometimes even you had asked yourself what love really was.

"Alright, I know what you're trying to say. And although it might be hard for you, you have to remember I'm always by your side." You gave him a charming smile, caressing the palm of his hand with your finger. "Besides, your feelings are mutual. You don't have to be aware of what the exact feeling is, yeah? I feel the same."

Alastor felt his cheeks getting redder and redder the more you spoke. For the first time in forever, he felt truly understood.

The radio demon leaned closer to you, hovering mere inches over your strawberry lips. He wanted to do this, really bad, yet the truth is..

..he has absolutely no idea how to kiss.

You giggled with literal hearts in your eyes. "it's okay, let me do it." You grabbed his cheek brushing your thumb against it with so, so much care. Alastor closed his eyes, awaiting your next move, his entire body shivering in anticipation. You carefully captured his lips, leading the kiss and keeping it soft, allowing the demon to adjust and learn from it.

One kiss turned into two, two turned into three.

Each one was filled with furious feelings, hidden deep inside of their hearts and finally spilling out. The two held hands the entire time until they broke apart, gasping for air.

you giggled adorably, sitting on the couch and pulling the man after you. Alastor took a seat close to you, his eyes turned towards you and the feelings inside of them? It's impossible to define it and put it into words. "Now that you can kiss me..." You smiled cheekily. "Did you know you can also kiss somebody's neck?"

Alastor blushed once again, his ears twitching a bit at the thought of learning a new skill by your side. He smiled charmingly, rising from the couch. "Well, as much as i want to please you and allow you to teach me another skill, that would have to wait, doll."

You smiled at the new pet name.

"Why so?"

"I'm afraid it's about time for my radio broadcast!" He exclaimed joyfully, getting back to his previous confidence.

"Oh, alright. Have fun, Alastor!"

You moved from your seat and took a step closer to him. Adjusting his bow tie, you said goodbye to him with a little smirk.

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It's been an hour since Alastor left for his daily broadcast. You were bored and after a whole sixty minutes of missing him and doing nothing in particular, you decided to pay him a little visit.

But before you go, you have to make some tea for him!

(You carried it all the way with you!)

With a porcelain cup of tea in one of your hands, you knocked into the door twice.

"Who's this?" You heard from the other side of the door. Somehow, you were certain he knew it was you. It was possible to guess how much he's smiling.

You entered the radio station, closing the door behind you. "Hello, sweetheart. I've got some tea for you. It seems to be your favorite one, I suppose?" You smirked at him, placing the fancy cup in front of him, careful not to disturb his work. He reached his hand in your direction, encouraging you to come closer. His slightly reddening cheeks made your heart melt. Seeing them so often fills your entire being up with pure joy.

You straddled his lap, smiling innocently and enjoying the moment together as much as you could. Alastor rested his hand on the small of your back, trying to hold the eye contact. "Remember when you told me about the neck kissing?" He began in a heavy, seductive whisper. You shivered before nodding your head.

"Well, dolly, I think you underestimated me."

Alastor pulled you closer to him, now having you leaning against his chest. He licked your neck slowy and sensually, his usual cocky smile present also this time. Surprised, you let out a soft gasp, biting your lip to prevent more from coming. The radio demon repeated his gesture, then suddenly sinking his sharp teeth into the flesh between your neck and your shoulder. You squirmed on his lap, a high pitched whine escaping your trembling lips.

"Oh, doll.." He whispered, gasping as well as he moved to suck on your neck in several places. You couldn't help but moan helplessly, letting him do exactly whatever he wants to you. He left many reds and purples upon your fragile skin, painful bruises scattered allover you. You had your eyes closed, your love for the crimson demon increasing with every passing minute.

Alastor smirked just the way you liked it, kissing every single mark he's left on you. After you regained some of your composure, you noticed a red, flickering light next to the microphone. Your eyes widened, hand grasping your own mouth.

"Is.. I-Is the mic still on?" You stuttered, holding onto the last bit of comforting hope, pushing yourself into the foolish belief that the red, little thing meant something totally different. "Oh? It seems I must've left the mic on, haha! How unprofessional of me, please forgive me, darling."

Alastor stated with a mischievous smirk upon his slightly flushed face. The sarcasm in his voice was hitting you directly in the eye, letting you know that he might aswell have done that on purpose. You hid your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his calming scent and trying to survive the severe embarrassment. Alastor placed his gloved hand against your hair, petting it lovingly. "It seems that the entire town had managed to witness your angelic voice. Why not let them?"

You buried yourself deeper into his neck, hitting his shoulder with your pale hand. "Asshole."

"I liked the other ones more."

Also, I'm doing requests!

#hazbin hotel alastor x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel Alastor x you #hazbin hotel Alastor #radio demon #fanfiction #x reader #fluff #hazbin hotel fluff

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lucasthecoffeshopguy · 1 month

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while I agree with many others in the fandom that Harry Potter is not power-hungry, and writing him as such is a very fine line between "Making drastic changes to canon while still trying to adhere to the general premise" and "pure self indulgence" (neither of these is better or worse than the other do whatever tf you want), but -- I think that it's very interesting to read about a very naturally magically powerful Harry Potter. I love when Harry could do anything he wants, but he doesn't because he genuinely cares about people. When he has all this raw magic at his disposal but he ignores it for whatever plot reasons your heart desires. and then, of course, the instability that comes with poor little Harry having the power of 4 nuclear bombs wrapped up in a 5 foot tall 70-pounds-soaking-wet absolute waif of a child's body is addictive to read about.

In general though, for me, I love how this power can represent the autistic child's experience. I find that the eventual magical-meltdown scenes are very cathartic, and I will often daydream about Harry having these magical outbursts. I've even written a drabble about him having a meltdown, and I draw from my own experience being autistic and having very violent meltdowns (which have historically included harming myself and others who have the misfortune of being around me at the time).

I feel like in the harrymort fandom I see less of these magically powerful harry fics, probably because the draw for a lot of harrymort shippers is the obvious difference in power. But I really do feel like we are under utilizing this trope! It might be caused by the more mature audience in comparison to drarry ships, but honestly even with snarry I saw more magically powerful Harry Potter.

Anyways I know this is a disjointed mess of all my thoughts with no real point, but I felt like talking about my favorite trope 🫶

#harry potter #harrymort #magically poweful harry potter

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authorhjk1 · 7 months

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Doctor's Orders

Kim Bora and Kim Yoohyeon X Male Reader

This isn't what you agreed to. Not at all.

After the long flight, you only want to relax. Ahin left Paris two days earlier than you, having to attend a fashion show and some other scheduled events. While walking through the airport, you picked up two gorgeous women. It was surprisingly easy. Although you now start to realize that the older one might have picked you up. She was very straight forward to say the least. And even when the younger one, who seemed a little shy, suggested the roleplay stuff, you still agreed.

You sigh as you look around the "waiting room". What did your horniness get you into now?

The place is clean, and a couple of chairs have been set up around the living room. On the table is standing a glass of water, which you got after making an "appointment" at the front desk. Front desk? More like their kitchen counter.

The younger girl disappeared after handing you the glass. She walked into the room on your left. The other woman took the room further down the hall. You don't know how long you have been sitting here now. 10 minutes, in which nothing happened.

You shake your head in disbelief. Why do you always fall for this kind of stuff? You are really glad that you don't have many female business partners. They would all use this to their advantage. You feel like, since you came to Korea, your need for sex has drastically increased. And you doubt it's because of the different climate.

"Mr (l/n)?"

You look up from your phone, seeing the young brunette step out of her room. Her cute, innocent face is quickly replaced by a mischievous one as she bites her lip, looking at your rolled up sleeves which expose your forearms.

"Please come in for your appointment."

"Thank you."

You are still not really sure how to react. This isn't an actual visit to the doctor. Usually a nurse would show you to the doctor's room, not the doctor herself. You remember the argument the two girls had over this topic vividly. They both wanted to be the doctor desperately, because a doctor is more sexy than a nurse in their eyes. At the end, they both decided to be doctors.

"Please have a seat, Mr (l/n)."

You sit down on the small operating table aka one of their desks, which has been cleared of their stuff. The hard wooden surface is covered with a blanket and a pillow, so your back won't hurt as bad after a while.

The young brunette sits down in a chair in front of you.

"Our nurse told me, you have certain difficulties."

She bites her finger after talking, glancing at your lap.

"Yeah."

You still have to get used to this. Roleplay was never really your thing.

"Would you like to elaborate?"

It feels kinda weird to say it out loud. But the way the young brunette looks at you, makes you cooperate. Her body is worth participating in this stuff.

"I-I have a problem with my...."

You subtly point at your lap.

"Oh. I see."

She gives you a sweet smile. The older girl told you to be a like a shy patient. You hope you are doing well.

"I-I can't stop cuming."

"What do you mean?"

As if she is listing to a really interesting story, the Korean girl rests her chin on her hand.

"Everytime I see a beautiful woman, I have to... You know?"

You try to look embarrassed, which honestly isn't very hard right now.

"Is there anything else?"

Of course there is. The older girl told you what to say.

"I-I cum too much. The last time I slept with my girlfriend, she almost drowned in it."

"Is that so?"

The brunette leans back in fake surprise. Your cheeks become red, not because you are shy, but because of the exaggeration.

"Why don't you lay down for now and I will take a look?"

"A-Are you sure?"

"Of course. I'm a doctor after all."

You lay down on the table, before watching her walk closer.

"You said you do that, whenever you see a beautiful woman, right?"

Although she sounds kinda professional, you do hear her curious undertone.

"What about right now? Do you have the urge to...?"

She still gives you a sweet smile, but her hand is doing one particular motion. You hesitate, trying to find out, what would turn her on the most.

"Don't be shy, you can tell me."

Dr. Kim puts her hand on your chest as she stands next to you.

"I'm your doctor."

Of course you would. But you wouldn't stop there. You would pull that white coat off her shoulders, and make her lie down herself. The open coat shows more than a doctor would usually accept. The knitted crop top underneath is see through alright. Her black bra is holding her breasts, which seem to be perfect handfuls.

She slightly leans over your face. Her exposed midriff looks like a work of art. You almost reach out to touch her tummy. You wonder what it would look like, if you would cum on her.

(Author's note: Don't mind the ears.😅)

"I-I do."

You finally answer. Yoohyeon's eyes visibly darken with lust.

"You think I am pretty?"

As if she has done this a hundred times, her hand reaches out for the zipper of your jeans.

"You are gorgeous."

"Come on. Please stay professional."

She gives you another sweet smile. The fact that her toned midriff is a little closer to your face now, didn't escape your notice.

Kim Yoohyeon slowly pulls your pants down. They are still around your thighs, but she is already hooking her slim fingers underneath the waistband of your boxers. Her eyes, which were locked on yours earlier, are now glued to your crotch.

"It looks like you have a rather BIG problem."

Yoohyeon bites her lip. She is unable to hide how wet this all makes her. She loves roleplaying. And this scenario makes her want to get pounded like there is no tomorrow. She knows that her body is build to be fucked. To be admired and then used like a toy. To be worshipped, before being sprayed with load after load of cum.

When she looks into your eyes again, she knows that that's exactly what you want to do to her. And you see the sparkle in her eyes, telling you to do so.

Once Yoohyeon finally pulls down your underwear, she eyes your cock hungrily. Still trying to be professional, she pretends to examine it. Although you know she is just looking for an excuse to touch it.

To get a better view, the young brunette is now kneeling on the desk, your legs underneath her. She leans down and takes your dick into her hand, still staying in character.

You can't take your eyes off her cleavage. Yoohyeon's tits are slightly pressed together by her arms as she leans on the left one, while the right is reaching for your cock. You are already hard enough for your cock to stand up straight as Yoohyeon only holds onto your tip.

"Do you take any medication?"

You shake your head. Her chest makes it hard to concentrate.

"How often do you cum in a day?"

You shrug your shoulders. The older girl gave you an exact number.

"Maybe ten times?"

Yoohyeon bites her lip once more. You can feel her hand slowly closing around your tip.

"I bet you cum buckets."

Her thumb plays with your tip as she looks down at it.

"This is kinda unfair, you know?"

She looks down on you.

"What?"

"You saw my private area, but I didn't see yours yet."

You try to keep that shy patient persona.

"That's not really professional."

Her cheeks turn a little red.

You notice that she has begun to slowly stroke your cock. She starts at the tip and it feels like ages, until her hand reaches the base.

"But it might help, doctor."

Yoohyeon pretends to dismiss the idea.

"You are pretty after all. I can't control it."

You see her blush again.

"Am I so pretty that you have to see me naked?"

You nod slowly, looking into her eyes.

"I would love to see your pussy, doctor."

Yoohyeon blushes harder then before. She keeps her coat on, but slowly undoes the button on her brown pants.

"I mean,"

She opens the small zipper and you can see that your doctor is not wearing any underwear.

"a doctor should treat a patient as best as she can."

Looking through her zipper, you see Yoohyeon's neatly trimmed hair. You catch just a glimpse of her lower lips, before she starts to pull down her pants.

She is still hovering on top of you, which means, she can't get her pants off completely either. You take hold of her waist with both hands and lift her up. Yoohyeon giggles as you put her down right above your face. Due to the movement, her coat has fallen in front of her center.

Parting it like a curtain with both hands, you hold onto her waist once again. Yoohyeon's pussy is on display for you as you admire its beauty. Her lips have a slightly darker tone compared to her skin. You can already see that she is tight, without even having to touch her. Her clit is partially hidden underneath the upper part of her lips. Her neatly trimmed hair has a darker color than her dyed hair.

Slightly tilting your head, you swipe your tongue along Yoohyeon's pussy. She sighs as she feels your hands moving around on her skin. You smack your lips, before sucking a little on her lower lips. She doesn't taste as sweet or fruity as the other girls. But you can't deny that it's equally delicious.

"Oh god."

Yoohyeon moans, when you finally let your tongue flick against her clit. Your right hand still holds onto her waist, while the left travels up her midriff. You feel the hardness of her abs underneath her skin as you keep stimulating her clit with your tongue.

"Holy-"

The brunette's breath hitches, interrupting her words. Your fingertips reach her knitted top and dive underneath. From now on, you start to suck on her clit, occasionally flicking it with your tongue. The pressure on her pearl makes Yoohyeon feel hotter and hotter on top of you.

"Yoohyeon feels hot."

She moans as your hand reaches her black bra. You are surprised she is talking about herself in the third person.

While your tongue and lips keep moving around and against her clit, your hand roams around her bra. Only the soft fabric separates your fingers from her sensitive nipples.

"Yoohyeon feels good."

You hear her sigh as you reach underneath her bra. This is a first for you. No one ever talked like that during sex. But for some reason, Yoohyeon is able to pull it off.

As your hands cup her breasts underneath her bra, the brunette slowly starts to grind against you.

"Your doctor wants to ride your face."

Her moans become louder as she does what she announced.

Slowly, the woman on top of you starts to ride your face. Your thumb grazes her nipple as her head falls back.

"Yoohyeon is gonna cum!"

You do your best to hear her moan her own name, when she cums. You suck and lick the brunette's clit, while your left hand keeps squeezing her tits. Your right hand has reached her ass by now. You hold her right cheek as you control her pace.

The young girl's hands are both buried inside your hair, holding onto it as if she is actually riding a horse. Her hips buck wildly. She loses her rhythm.

"Yoohyeon cums!"

With a loud shriek, Yoohyeon announces her orgasm.

After hearing her say her own name, you didn't expect anything else out of the ordinary. That's why you were unprepared. Without much of a warning, Yoohyeon begins to squirt. As she cums violently, her juices drench your face. You feel your hair getting wet as you have to close your eyes.

When Yoohyeon finally stops, you feel her pussy rub against your lips.

"More please."

Yoohyeon sighs as you open your eyes again.

"Make your doctor cum again."

You wonder if it's possible to drown in this situation. But as you look at Yoohyeon's body on top of you, you decide to take your chances.

With both of your hands on her waist, you pull the young brunette even closer. As she starts to ride your face, you begin to eat her out.

The pillow underneath you, your hair and your face are all wet. But you still can't have enough of Yoohyeon's pussy. One of the young girl's hands is now in tangled with her own short hair, while the other is keeping your hand on her ass in place.

She makes you squeeze her cheeks occasionally as she rides your face. Moan after moan falls out of her mouth, one dirtier than the other.

"Does your doctor's pussy taste good? Do you want her to cum all over your face again?"

You answer all of her questions by drawing the word you would like to say on her clit.

"Yes."

The brunette doesn't stop. She keeps asking more questions, enjoying the feeling of your tongue on her pearl.

"Is Yoohyeon a good doctor? Does she take good care of her patient?"

You answer her silently.

"Oh fuck."

She sighs as she feels her second orgasm approaching.

"Yoohyeon is going to cum on your face again."

Her breathing becomes faster.

"Please make Yoohyeon cum!"

You squeeze her ass one last time as you eat her out, making her orgasm for a second time.

"Fuck!"

You feel like you are standing underneath a waterfall.

Yoohyeon's legs buckle and she falls down on your knees, right in front of your cock. Her juices drench more than just your face. Your shirt is soaked in a matter of seconds as her cum makes you completely wet.

"Do you always cum this much, doctor?"

You tease the brunette as you start to enjoy this roleplay stuff.

"Only with a patient like you."

She is still breathing heavily as she is lying on your legs. Her back pressing against your knees.

You are about to say something, when you hear a nock on the door. You and Yoohyeon lock eyes.

"Dr. Kim?"

"Fuck!"

Yoohyeon whispers and tries to get off of you. Participating in the roleplay, you start to pull your pants up. The brunette does the same as she gets off the desk. Just as the door opens, she manages to straighten her coat.

The black haired woman in the door looks at the both of you. She is wearing a white coat herself. A stethoscope is hanging around her neck.

She didn't close her coat either, showing off her skimpy top. A black bra is visible underneath. Her exposed skin seems flawless like porcelain.

"What is going on?

Kim Bora sees you lying on the desk. Your face and shirt, the pillow and the blanket are wet. Yoohyeon's face is still a little flushed after experiencing two orgasms in a row. Her hair is disheveled, due to her hand in her hair earlier.

"Dr.Kim! How many times have I told you, how clumsy you are?!"

The woman who just walked in, glares at the other one, before she scans you up and down. Your face is still completely drenched and your shirt is soaked.

You see SuA's eyes rest on an empty glass on the small nightstand nearby.

"I-I just tripped and spilled some water on him."

Yoohyeon bows at her college.

"I'm sorry."

SuA shakes her head.

"Aish. How did you even pass the doctor's exam?"

The younger one blushes in shame.

You are surprised at how good their acting is.

"Have you been fooling around with a patient again?"

Yoohyeon shakes her head.

"No, unnie."

"Then are you at least treating him properly?"

SuA crosses her arms in front of her chest as she watches Yoohyeon nod.

"And what does he have?"

"He has a problem with his intimate area."

You stay quiet, enjoying the show. After all, you don't usually see two insanely hot girls argue like that.

"What's wrong with his cock?"

Raising an eyebrow at the other doctor's choice of words, you see Yoohyeon's face flush.

"He seems to have too much cum inside of him."

SuA nods.

"I see. And how did you plan to cure it?"

You see the older woman take a step closer towards you.

"I thought of some medications maybe?"

As the older girl shakes her head, you know what kind of treatment she is going to propose.

SuA takes another step towards you, standing right by your side. As she leans down, you admire her face, which is just as breathtaking as the other doctor's.

"The only proper way to cure him, is to make him cum as often as possible."

"But he said he already cums pretty often."

The brunette, still a little shy, has folded her hands in front of her core, glancing only once in a while in your direction.

"How do you cum?"

The older doctor focuses on you.

"I-I usually jerk off, because my girlfriend can't keep up."

"I see."

SuA's finger taps her chin as if she is trying to figure out an insanely hard math problem.

"I think I have a solution for that."

She looks at you first, then at Yoohyeon.

"How much pounding can your little body take?"

"E-excuse me?"

Yoohyeon looks at SuA in surprise.

"I mean, how long can our patient fuck and cum in you, until your body gives up?"

"R-right now?"

If you weren't hard before, you definitely are hard now. Since you saw them at the airport, you imagined yourself fucking the two of them. But hearing SuA talk like that, makes your imagination about Yoohyeon more vivid. Especially after seeing and tasting her pussy already. You do wonder the same thing. How much pounding can Yoohyeon's body take?

"Of course right now. Why would he need to make an extra appointment, when he is already here? Just let yourself get used as a cum dump."

SuA's unfiltered language makes you want to do just that. Use Yoohyeon's perfectly sculpted body as a cum dump.

Looking closer, you see a small dark spot form on the brown fabric between her legs. Her lack of underwear exposing her inner desires.

"Don't be shy, Dr. Kim. This is a normal treatment."

SuA leans down to get a better look of your face.

"What do you think? How many rounds can you go before you are satisfied? Are you going to destroy her pussy before you coat her whole body in your cum?"

You have to hold yourself back to not just jump off the desk. To not grab Yoohyeon by her waist. To not bend her over the table. To not fuck her brains out, until she is a whimpering, cuming mess, your cum leaking out of her.

"I'm not sure if this is really professional."

Your doctor snickers at your remark, her black hair falling into your face.

"I told you," her fingers dance over your pants. "this is normal. If we don't treat you know, you will have to come back three times a week."

She nods towards her colleague.

"Do what you want with her."

"Really?"

Your eyes leave SuA's face to look at Yoohyeon. The brunette is just standing there. Her hands are still folded in front of her, hiding her entrancing midriff. She is unaware of the small wet spot on her crotch, which is slowly, but constantly, growing. You see her bite her lower lip, but avoid your look.

Now that it's finally time for you to enjoy that body of hers as much as you want, you actually don't know how to start.

"Don't worry, sir."

SuA pats your thigh, her hand dangerously close to your crotch.

"Don't think about pleasuring her. Our patients always cum first."

The older girl looks at the younger one.

"Come here, Dr. Kim."

Yoohyeon shyly tugs her short, brown hair behind her right ear, before walking a couple of steps closer.

"Time for you to be his personal cum dump."

You watch SuA reaching out for Yoohyeon's crotch. The older girl starts to undo her pants. The brunette keeps her coat on as you watch her pants fall to the ground. Once again, you are blessed with the sight of Yoohyeon's delicious snatch. The small strip of hair, right above her clit, seems to act like an arrow. As if it's saying "here is the treasure".

Unable to hold back any longer, you get off the desk. SuA flaunts a satisfied smile as she sits down on the chair, which Yoohyeon sat on earlier.

When you reach the brunette, you kiss both her cheeks. You wanted to do that, since the first time she smiled at you. Subconsciously, your left hand finds its way to her pussy, while your right is holding her chin up.

Yoohyeon closes her eyes as she gets attacked at two different places at once. Her lips part slightly, when they meet yours. Her thighs rub against your arm as you dip your fingers into her honey pot.

"No need for formalities."

SuA interrupts your small make out session.

"Just use her already."

You take a step back from Yoohyeon to look at her flawless body one last time, before turning her into a mess. The brunette looks up at you. And although she still seems coy, you do see the way her eyes sparkle slightly. How her lips curl upwards in a small smile.

"I'm gonna fuck your brains out, Dr. Kim."

Your words make Yoohyeon bite her lower lip.

You spin her around, making her coat twirl around her. Pushing her towards the desk, you bend her over it.

"Finally some action."

Under SuA's commentary, you hike up Yoohyeon's coat and admire her firm ass. You let your hands roam her soft skin, until they both reach her tiny waist. Only now, you actually realize how petite Yoohyeon is, in comparison to you. You wonder if SuA just wanted to turn you on earlier, or if it was a sincere question. Can Yoohyeon's body take your pounding?

Time to find out, I would say. Without having to say a word, you already feel SuA's hands on your belt. She quickly removes your pants, like she did with Yoohyeon. You step out of them, your cock now resting between Yoohyeon's cheeks.

The brunette's head is resting on the desk as you align your dick with her pussy. You feel its wetness on your tip.

Yoohyeon moans into the blanket, when you finally push inside of her.

"Damn, you are tight."

It isn't an overstatement. Yoohyeon's pussy is as tight as her body. You wonder, how many people already used her body like this. She is build to be used like doll, so you guess you aren't the first one.

With every thrust, Yoohyeon's walls seem to suck you in. With your hands on her tiny waist, you pull her towards you, everytime you move forward. At first, you promised yourself you would cum all over her tight midriff. But now, once you have gotten a taste of Yoohyeon's pussy, you wonder if you could pull out in time. Whatever! You just have to cum twice then.

"Oh my god!"

Yoohyeon sighs as her eyes are shut tightly. While you pick up the pace, you make the desk shake a little.

SuA sat behind you at first. Now, she is sitting next to Yoohyeon on the desk.

"Wow. I'm sure you are the biggest she's ever had."

A whine from Yoohyeon confirms SuA's theory as you thrust into her harder.

Small red marks appear on the brunette's skin as your hands hold her slim frame in place. Her head is being rocked back and forth on the desk. SuA changes her position from sitting to kneeling to get a better look. She leans over Yoohyeon's upper body and places her hands on the younger girls ass. Spreading her cheeks apart slightly, SuA watches you railing Yoohyeon from behind.

"You are really stretching her out. Fuck."

You can only agree, feeling the brunette's walls around your cock.

"Please don't stop."

Yoohyeon's whimpers become louder and louder. Her eyes are still shut as her left cheek is pressed against the desk. Her hands are holding onto the blanket as if she is afraid you are going to pull her off it.

"Fuck Yoohyeon harder!"

You listen to the brunette as SuA keeps her eyes glued on the action beneath her.

"Make her take it."

SuA winks at you, before leaning down. As you fuck Yoohyeon, you watch SuA letting a string of saliva fall out of her mouth. You feel it hitting the lower part of your cock, before you push into the younger girl again.

Yoohyeon has become quiet and so you look up to look at her. Her face is now completely buried in the blanket. You wonder if she is still able to breath. She is biting into the fabric, trying to prevent herself from screaming. There is someone else in the room next to this one after all. But that's something for another chapter.

"You rail her so good."

SuA coos as she watches you fucking Yoohyeon further and further into the blanket. Slowly, Yoohyeon's feet lose their grip on the floor. As you make her legs feel like butter, her feet slide away from underneath her.

The brunette's hands open and close in fists as you slightly lift her off the ground. She is hanging in midair, her head still buried in the blanket.

You see SuA biting her lower lip as she prevents Yoohyeon's coat to fall over, and cover her ass. Apart from her sweet face, her art like midriff and her tight pussy, it's one of Yoohyeon's most admirable assets. It definitely doesn't compare to Sohee, but it's nice and firm.

You slap Yoohyeon once or twice as you feel her walls closing around you further.

"Yoohyeon feels good! So good!"

The brunette starts moaning loudly again as you make her cheeks sting.

"Yoohyeon is gonna cum soon!"

She whimpers into the blanket and you focus back on holding her waist, to fuck her harder. SuA takes over with visible enjoyment. Her hands find Yoohyeon's cheeks again and again as the sounds of flesh hitting flesh echoes through the room.

"Yoohyeon cums! Yoohyeon cums!"

The brunette's body breaks down for the third time. SuA's work has already left red marks on her ass, which match your own on her waist. Yoohyeon shakes her head, face still buried into the blanket. You feel her pussy contracting around you. Her juices spill out of her again. They coat your cock even further, spraying the wooden floor as well. As much as Yoohyeon squirts, her pussy is surprisingly dry in comparison. She is still wet enough to fuck her properly, but she isn't as wet as you expected. That changes now as she now almost drowns your cock in her juices.

"She isn't much of a doctor. But she has talent in being one needy slut."

SuA's cheeky comment makes you think about fucking her as well. Her face and figure are just as alluring as Yoohyeon's. The older girl's tits seem to be bigger, which makes you glance at her cleavage more often than appropriate.

As you catch your breath from pounding Yoohyeon off the floor, you get caught by SuA.

"No, no, no. What a naughty patient, looking at your doctor's tits."

Before you can protest, the older girl has already gotten off the desk. While you are still inside Yoohyeon, SuA takes your hands, positioning them around her own waist. Almost standing on your toes, SuA looks up at you.

"Come on. Take a closer look."

You glance down, seeing how SuA's top is being stretched by her breasts. Her black bra is at least one or two sizes bigger than Yoohyeon's.

"What do you think about your doctor giving you a nice, comfy titfuck?"

That is definitely something you would never say no to. SuA seems to agree, not even waiting for your answer. She gets on her tiptoes, whispering into your ear.

"I bet you want to cum all over them."

She looks down, pushing them against each other with her hands, creating an even bigger cleavage.

"Coat my tits in your cum, baby."

You never thought it would be so easy to pull out of Yoohyeon's pussy. Although it tries its best to stop you from leaving, you eventually turn your full attention towards SuA. Yoohyeon is still recovering as you watch Sua getting on her knees in front of you.

You originally planned on cuming inside of Yoohyeon's tight snatch, but SuA's chest looks too inviting to pass up on.

"Let's get you nice and wet, sweetheart."

The older girl takes your cock into her mouth. Still coated with Yoohyeon's juices, SuA makes it even messier. You sigh as you feel her tongue twirl around your tip, while her hand strokes your base.

You see Yooheon move again, while SuA sucks your cock. The younger girl sighs as she now fully lies on the bed. She watches her band mate giving you head, her eyes barely open after having just orgasmed on your cock.

You focus back on SuA. She gives your cock one last wet kiss, before guiding it underneath her skimpy white top. You feel your dick glide under her black bra as the Korean girl pushes her tits together. SuA begins to move up and down, sandwiching your cock in between them. You feel her soft skin and the rough material of her bra against your dick. Watching it slide through her cleavage, you can't help but moan. When she presses them together like this, SuA's tits are so big, they almost engulf your cock.

You never expected it to feel this good. This is probably the first proper boob job you are receiving. SuA's tits are warm and soft as your cock glides through them.

"Do you enjoy your doctor's tits, baby?"

You nod as you have to hold onto the desk behind her. The older girl gives you a knowing smile as she keeps going. She moves up and down on your cock, making it slide in and out of her cleavage.

"Imagine how you cum all over my tits. You deserve it, good boy."

Her endless name calling makes you weak. The material of her bra creates a great contrast to the smoothness of her boobs.

Whenever SuA lowers herself, to wrap her tits around your base, she keeps her eyes on your tip. Sticking her tongue out, you feel it brush against you occasionally.

"Fuck."

You groan, knowing that you can't keep standing for long. A familiar feeling is spreading in your crotch. Your hand moves from the desk to the back of her head. Whenever she leans down to lick your tip, you try to push her a little further.

"Such a needy patient. You can't get enough of your doctor's tongue, can you?

SuA coos as her tits glide along the length of your shaft. That feeling inside of you builds up more and more.

The Korean girl lets some spit fall out of her mouth. It lands on your cock, before she starts to spread it all over your cock with her tits.

"I'm gonna cum soon."

You sigh as you feel SuA's tits around you. The feeling is amazing. You can't believe how good this feels. Because her bra and her top are keeping your cock trapped between her breasts, SuA only has to push them together. It makes it easier for her and makes you feel even better.

"Cum for me. Cum all over my tits."

SuA purrs as she watches you from her kneeling position. She enjoys the emotions, which play across your face. She is a person who enjoys making her partner feel good almost more than her own pleasure. Yooheon could tell you more than enough stories about that.

The younger girl is now scooting closer after your announcement.

Both of your hands are holding SuA's head as you slowly start to trip over the edge. She can feel you twitch between her tits.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Cum for me!"

You shoot your load all over her cleavage. Your cum lands on her tits and her white top, staining it in the process. A few drops reach SuA's collarbone.

"Wow."

Yooheon watches with wide eyes as you cum all over her friend. She can feel her pussy reacting to the sight. SuA kneeling in front of you, your cock still underneath her top and bra. Your cum is marking her tits and clothing as she leans down to wrap her lips around your tip. SuA cleans off the remaining drops of cum from your cock as Yooheon watches. The younger girl wants to go for another round. She almost needs it. She needs to have you fuck her again. And this time, she wants you to cum on her as well.

"Please fuck Yooheon's slutty little pussy again."

She whines, unable keep her desires in check. Although you just came, you know that you don't have a choice. SuA's tongue and her tits make you hard almost as fast as they made you orgasm. The way she looks, coated in your semen, makes it immensely easier to prepare yourself for another round.

"Mmmm... You taste so good."

SuA purrs as she lets your tip escape with a pop. Licking her lips, she looks down at herself.

"This is still a lot of cum."

She scoops up some of it, which was sticking to her tits, before sucking it in as if she is enjoying some noodles.

"Use her some more. Just treat her like a cocksleeve."

You are surprised how SuA talks about the younger girl. But Yooheon is already lying on her back, her legs spread invitingly. Except for her pants, the brunette still has all her clothes on as well. She shows off her tight midriff as she pushes her doctor's coat to the side a little. When she reaches down, you watch her parting her pussy lips for you.

"Please use me. Fuck me and cum in me or on me as much as you want."

You step closer, before aligning your cock with her pussy once more. She moans loudly when she feels you enter her again. You thrust into her slowly and deeply. Your hands are on her waist, holding her in place as you fuck her. Your thumbs slightly press onto her toned stomach, making her moan in delight. Yooheon's eyes are now closed, enjoying the feeling of your cock inside of her.

As she starts to move to your rhythm, you feel the brunette's legs wrap around you, pulling you further towards her. You feel her pussy getting tighter as you move faster. SuA is now sitting on the desk as well. Leaning against the wall, she is sitting behind Yooheon, patting her head, which she put onto her lap.

"You take his cock so good, Yooheon. You are a good doctor, aren't you?"

The brunette nods, her eyes still shut tightly.

Your hands move down to her ass, grabbing a handful of it. It makes her hips lift off the blanket, which enables you to penetrate her even deeper. Yooheon's reaction is immediate as her moans increase in volume.

You pull her further towards you as you trust into her harder, feeling her pussy getting even tighter around you. The young girl is getting louder, moving her head from side to side as you fuck her.

Yooheon's eyes open, looking into yours. You can see her lust for you in her eyes, the same lust that you have for her. A sultry moan escapes her lips, voicing how much she loves the way you plow her.

"Are you going to cum all over her as well?"

SuA licks her lips as she looks up at you, feeling Yooheon's head being rocked back and forth in her lap. Her top is still stained and the few drops of cum she hasn't devoured yet are sticking to her chest.

"On her abs. I'm gonna cum on her abs."

Yooheon nods wildly at your prediction.

"Please do! Please cum on Yooheon's tummy!"

The brunette reaches her arms out and grabs onto your shoulders, pulling you closer to her. You continue to thrust into her, loving the feeling of her tight pussy around your cock.

"Oh!"

Yooheon moans.

"Im so close."

You feel her pussy getting even tighter around your cock. Her moaning becomes louder, matching the speed you are fucking her with.

"Make her cum. Make your doctor cum all over your cock again."

SuA makes you thrust harder into the tight girl underneath you. You can feel her pussy squeezing your cock even tighter. You can tell she is about to cum, her body starting to shake. You reach your hand down to her clit, rubbing it gently.

That's all it takes. She screams out loud as her body shakes, her pussy gripping your cock tightly.

"Yooheon cums! Yooheon cums!"

You can feel her pussy spasming around your cock, trying to milk you dry. You let go of her ass and grab onto Yooheon's soft thighs, pulling her towards you. Her pussy keeps milking your cock, keeping it hard to hold onto reality yourself.

Yooheon's orgasm pushes you over the hill as well. You thrust into her contracting snatch one last time, before pulling out.

"Mark her with your cum."

SuA says excitedly as she watches you pulling out. When you cum, you do what you planned on doing, since you saw Yooheon's toned figure. You start to shoot your load all over her tight midriff. More and more of your cum hit her white skin.

Yooheon moans as she feels the warm, sticky fluid on her stomach. Some of it falls into her belly button as you make sure to coat as much of her body as you possibly can.

"Fuck, you are gorgeous."

You pant as you admire your work. Yooheon's tight tummy is full of your cum. The white streaks glisten in the lamp light. The brunette's smile lights up her face as she enjoys your cum on her body.

SuA jumps into action, leaning over Yooheon's tired, cum covered body.

"Such tasty cum."

You hear her murmur, before you watch her lick your jizz out of Yooheon's belly button. The older girl laps up some more, before moving in, to give Yooheon a kiss. The two of them make out, pushing your cum from one mouth to the other and back.

You watch them, unable to do much more. You already came a lot before this appointment. But, as said before, that's something for a different chapter.

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Hi, everyone!

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. While writing this, I honestly fell in love with Yooheon's midriff. I'm not sure why, I obviously knew how she looked before. But something changed while writing.

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ryuyejiho · 9 days

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"On your knees" - Wooyoung

Pairing: Wooyoung X Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: 18+, Smut

Summary: Don't disturb the cook in the kitchen because it may end badly.

Word Count: ~1.2K

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"Would you be willing to kindly bring me flour from the pantry?"

"'Kindly? I help you all the time," I spoke up indignantly, but I wanted to laugh at how quickly he was getting annoyed

"You don't help. You just sit and comment on what I'm doing wrong" he threw the spoon into the sink and made an offended face, specifically looking at me so I could see how unhappy he was.

"Okay, okay, I'll get it. Jeez," with a heaviness I got up and headed for the pantry. After a few minutes I was back.

"When can we eat?" I asked, placing the bag of flour on a chair.

"Then when it's ready. It would be faster if you helped me," he turned around and put the flour in a cup.

"Well, what should I do?"

"Cut up that cucumber, tomato, lettuce and kimchi. Open all the cans of corn, beans and peas and pour the water out of them. Add to a bowl and mix. Later... I'll think of something for you," I rolled my eyes and took a knife in my hand. I sliced the cucumber but quickly got bored so I put the knife down and walked closer to him and hugged his back.

"Wooyoungie, honey, darling," I mumbled but he gave no response. Finally, I moved away from him and squeezed between him and the countertop, facing him. I grabbed his cheeks and squeezed so that his lips made a pout.

"Aaaah, stop, don't bother!" he exclaimed but couldn't hide his smile.

"I'm bored, can't we order take-out and do something else for this time?" I tried to convince him in a charming voice.

"No," he replied shortly and continued stirring something in the bowl while looking over my shoulder. I knew it wouldn't do anything and he was too adamant so standing on tiptoe I moved closer to his neck which I started kissing. At first he whined that I shouldn't disturb him, but I knew how much he liked it.

"Come on, I know you want to do something else now," I whispered in his ear at which his muscles tensed but he shook his head.

"If you want to eat fast then step back and don't bother me," he moved away from me standing by the induction cooker.

" I want to eat ... you," I said looking at him. He pulled his eyebrows together and gripped the countertop tighter. "We can finish later. So please..."

"Do you want to eat me?" he spoke up in a low voice quickly walking up to me, grabbed my hips and pressed me against the countertop.

"Yes..." I whispered. I honestly didn't expect such a sudden reaction but I won't complain.

""Then on your knees," he said it as if he was giving me an order, nodding his head in a gesture of demonstration.

I had to give myself a moment to understand what was happening, he grabbed the side of my neck and brought his face closer to mine. Repeating the same words, he began to push me down. I smiled and crouched down, immediately pulling down his sweatpants. I licked my lips as I saw his cock in front of me which was getting harder and harder. Without waiting a moment longer, I took it in my hand and put it in my mouth. He let out a loud hiss and clamped his fingers firmly on my head.

After a few minutes of sucking him lazily I wanted to pull him out but he prevented me from doing so, pushing my head to his hips. I started to choke but somehow it didn't particularly seem to bother me, to be honest I was starting to get used to it.

I guess Wooyoung's biggest fetish was choking, and he showed it more than once, once in a more drastic way and once in a less drastic way.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth for me to breathe but immediately put it in again, this time he was the one setting the pace. He was literally fucking my throat, I could feel the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat and the pressure of his fingers on my head getting harder with each thrust.

I lifted my gaze and looked at him, he was looking at me with his lips parted from which fairly loud moans were pouring out, his hips moving back and forth. He moved his fingers of one hand to my cheek and held my hair tightly with his other hand.

I knew he was quite close to orgasm, his movements getting stronger, faster and sometimes careless with each passing minute. Whenever he was close nothing could stop him, always with only the goal in his mind to feel blissful as soon as possible. Of course, this doesn't mean that he doesn't pay attention to anything else but himself, he always does everything so that we can enjoy an orgasm together at the same time.

And when we were in a one-sided situation, like this one now, he always returned the favor. That's why I knew that the better I did him good, the better reward I would get.

"Is that what you wanted? Did you want to feel my cock in your mouth? Did you want to feel my cum?" I was unable to answer so I only muttered. But he suddenly stopped his movements and pulled his cock out of my mouth " Then you'll get it somewhere else".

He grabbed my shoulder and pulled me upwards immediately turning me around with my back to him. He pushed me impently onto the countertop and lifted one leg putting my knee on the countertop. I was uncomfortable, the edge of the countertop pressing into my hip. But when he pounded into me with his cock all those thoughts went away. All I could think about now was how good he felt inside me. How good he was fucking me.

He spanked my buttocks from time to time, pressing my body against the kitchen counter with his other hand. Because of his hard strokes into me, my body kept bouncing on the furniture. The entire kitchen was filled with the sounds of our bodies hitting each other, the banging of the cabinet door below me and the containers and bottles sliding around my head.

Our moans were getting louder, Wooyoung's thrusts were getting sloppier and not as rhythmic as before. He pounded faster and harder which brought me momentarily to orgasm. I felt through the overstimulation squirt on his thighs, moments after that he put his fingers on my clit and started rubbing it as fast as if his life depended on it.

Feeling all this pleasure and feeling his cum spill deep inside me, I came again squirting so much that his thigh was all wet and a small puddle formed on the floor between our legs.

He gave me one last spank and came out of me. When most of his cum had flowed out of me and was now dripping between my thighs, I stood up straight to kiss him. But he moved away and, smiling ominously, said " You think it's over? Go to the bedroom."

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adobe-outdesign · 1 month

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Could you review woobat? For some reason until like a few years ago I thought it was a moshi monster

Surprisingly, we don't have too many heart-themed Pokemon out there, all things considered (outside of Luvdisc and Enamorus). Woobat is a particularly delightful example of this; bats sometimes get a bad rep, so it's nice to see a bat that's adorable and has love as a theme instead of your standard "scary" bat. This also helps it stand apart from the Zubat line.

The titular heart is almost certainly a reference to the heart-nosed bat, but the overall design seems to be more based off of the Honduran white bat, which are absolutely silly creatures that I need everyone to acknowledge.

It's hard to go wrong with the classic "circle with wings and a face" design, and indeed, Woobat's pretty perfect as is. I like how the black is carried through for both the nose and the wings, as is the pink color, while the light blue serves as a good base color. Lack of eyes and a single tooth give it a lot of personality as well.

Also, the 'dex mentions that they stick to cave walls using their noses, which is fun.

Swoobat forsakes the puffball look in favor of having an actual head and body. Sometimes changing a design this drastically can be a risk, but I think it works here. The super fluffy mane connects it back to Woobat, as does the nose and the black wings, so it still looks like the two belong together despite the different body types.

Swoobat keeps most everything from Woobat, just adding a darker blue color for the body, a set of ears that look conjoined but aren't, and a tail. It also has eyes, which make it even cuter due to the overly happy expression and additional highlights.

The only thing I don't really like about Swoobat's design is that tail. I want to like it, because A) it uses it to grasp onto trees instead of its feet and that's neat, and B) it helps with the heart motif and carries the color through the design more. However, it's just really weird looking; the pink makes it look uncomfortably like flesh, and the entwined look really doesn't match anything else in the design. I honestly think the design might've been stronger without the tail at all. You could integrate the hearts into other areas of the design, like the wings or the ear shape. Other than that, though, I really like it.

One thing I will say about this line is that it would be good for a mega. It feels good as a two-stager to me, but Swoobat's design is plain enough that it feels like there's a ton to play around with and expand upon. Increase the amount of pink accents, make the mane a heart, play around with the wing shape—there's plenty of interesting things you could do.

Anyway, overall, some good bats with a fun theme. Woobat's got the better design overall, but Swoobat gets points for having a super cute face.

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coxxxmo · 5 months

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A GUIDE TO ASSASSINATING THE CHIEF JUSTICE

⤷ taglist - @lemeowade @sako-mii @moonlybxbe @oni-girx

⤷ word count - 6k

STEP 1 : GATHERING INFORMATION AND PRE-BALL PREPARATIONS

Discussions about the annual ball were raging in the Fontainian streets this time of the year just like the year before it and all the other years before it. It was no surprise since The yearly “Opulent Dreams” masquerade ball was an event to be celebrated in Fontaine.

Once, every year lavish preparations were made in Fontaine, the meticulous planning would start months in advance as the finest event coordinators from all over Teyvat worked tirelessly to create this dazzling event that was talked about throughout the nation.

Elaborate decorations were carefully chosen, adorning every corner of the venue with cascading floral arrangements, crystal chandeliers, and extravagant draperies. The ballroom itself was transformed into a fairy tale setting, with an enchanting ambiance which transported guests to a realm of unmatched beauty. Intricate table settings were meticulously crafted, showcasing the finest porcelain, silverware, and crystal glassware. Every citizen of Fontaine was to be invited so invitation wasn’t a problem.

However, the most important part of the plan was to get close to the Iudex. Any person who was close to you would simply just assume that the reason you were so obsessed with the Chief Justice was because you were one of his many admirers but they couldn’t be more far away from the truth.

Yes, you might’ve been a bit obsessed but it wasn’t because you were oh so hopelessly in love with him, oh no no. You wanted revenge. Cold, Ruthless, and Bitter Revenge. And you were going to get it, on the night of the ball. After all, it was a perfect opportunity. You spent a complete year researching and analyzing every little bit of information about the Chief Justice so when the time came you could’ve struck without a flaw and made sure he wouldn’t live to see the light of the next day.

You made sure to remember his every day routine, the day he stayed in his office working, how long he stayed in and all the days he had his court duties to handle. You even knew when he would go to meet the Melusines and about his favorite things and things he hated.

Honestly speaking, You weren’t the type of person who knew anything about killing someone - of course you weren’t, you could barely hurt a fly without getting sad over the life you took but last year things changed…Things changed drastically for you when your own brother was put on a fake trial and falsely accused for treason, the biggest crime that can be committed by someone. Accusations were made that he sold important information to the Fatui since he worked in the Maison Gestion. Hence, his only suitable punishment according to the Oratrice Mecanique D'analyse Cardinale was a death penalty.

You tried to do everything to prove his innocence, to prove that your brother was just another working class citizen who loved his nation more than anything but alas, the people who were actually behind the leaking of information staged him being guilty too well to the point that no matter what you did, what evidence you could presented, it was no use. At last, your brother was executed publicly, as to provide a spectacle of what could happen to those who dare betray their nation - forever tarnishing his own reputation and your family name.

You were well aware that the final decision was made by the Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale, and it heavily relied on the evidence provided. However, you were also aware that Neuvillette could’ve stopped the execution if he wanted to. You knew that he was aware that your brother was not the real criminal behind this, yet he didn’t utter a word. On the day of his execution, he didn’t even bother showing up. Was this how little someone’s life was worth to him? Was this how insignificant it was to him? It seemed that way and this….this enraged you.

Sure, there were many other things that were even worse than this. You had no family left, no proper house to live in and people hated you and your dead family. They refused to even sell you food or give you jobs. Simply put, your life was a huge mess, and yes, things were terrible. But the one and only person responsible for this was the reputable Chief Justice of Fontaine, Neuvillette. And sure, if, let’s say, you did get caught (chances of which were higher than you would have liked them to be) then your life would be over. It wouldn't be a big deal though right? Considering how it was already down in the depths of hell. So despite every last bit of your better judgment that was telling you not to do this, you did what you had to. You started getting ready for the ball.

STEP 2 : SUCCESSFULLY ENTER THE BALL AND BLEND IN

You were finally at the venue as you saw the entire venue filled with a kaleidoscope of colors, chandeliers cascaded their radiant light across the big hall. The setting was nothing short of magical. People were coming in and the air was filled with an electrifying excitement as guests clad in exquisite gowns, dashing suits and their elegant and glamorous masks were making their way through the hallway, down the stairs to the enchanting ballroom.

The ballroom, with its high arched ceilings and intricately carved marble pillars, was a sight to behold. Golden accents adorned every corner, exuding an aura of royalty and grandeur. A magnificent crystal chandelier, dazzling with countless glass prisms, took center stage, casting shimmering reflections on the marble floors below.

It was easy to lose yourself in the midst of this dazzling party yet you knew…you knew how all this worked better than anyone else, you knew how all these people and their beliefs in this hollow system of justice were like. You knew what you had to do tonight, you were aware what was at stake and maybe if you can’t do it tonight then you won’t get a chance like this anyways.

So you made a grand entrance, donning a breathtaking dress that perfectly matched the appeal of your captivating mask. Your mask, The central focus of your overall appearance was silver in color, with delicate filigree patterns that cascade along the edges and pearls adorned the surface making it even prettier. You made sure that your face wasn’t recognizable with the mask, an important detail that shouldn’t be overlooked. As soon as you tried to blend in with other masked figures, you began the next step of your plan.

STEP 3 : LOCATE THE CHIEF JUSTICE

You moved across the ballroom swiftly with only one motive in your mind. So what if everyone was wearing masks, makeup or completely different outfits - surely it can’t be that difficult to find him right?....right??? Wrong. You spent about an hour looking like a lost child going through the swaying bodies just to find him but somehow, it seemed like luck just wasn’t on your side tonight. Surely how hard would it be to find the most notable man in the entire nation in an important event such as this one? You knew the answer now, very hard. Yet another half an hour passed and your luck was just as terrible as it was before. It felt as if you were in a maze of people - each turn making you feel as if you were back at the same masks.

Just as you admitted defeat, finally taking a seat near the bar lowering your head in defeat - you smelled a strong scent of fresh rain mixed with….lumidouce bells??? You can’t help but look up as you look at the snow-white hair with ocean blue highlights passing by you. It felt as if you couldn’t breathe anymore, your vision going dizzy, the room was closing in on you - there was no mistaking it. It was him. The man who single-handedly destroyed your entire life.

STEP 4 : K͚͍̯ͯͩͨͧ̉̈̑͛͂͜͜I̧̫͚̗̯͈̮̿ͤͣͦḼ̲̀L̶̶̷̡̛͇͎̪̠̙͖̦̖͈̠̻͚̺͈̋̆͛̽ͯ̔̒ͣ̈͒͋̆̊̌̾̂ͤ͘͠ H̟̏͢I̥̣͗̆̾ͥ͢M̴̸̢̢̛̦̹̲̲̭̝̭̰̲̘͈̲͔̂ͫ̀ͧ̈́͌ͯ͌ͤͮ͊͛ͨ͛͒̌ͮ̌́ͨ̉̃͟͜͢͠͡͝ͅ APPROACH HIM calmly…

You took deep breaths and calmed yourself down, it wasn’t the time to lose yourself like this. You were just about to go and stop the man but he somehow came and stood beside you, asking the bartender for water. Huh… It had been a year, a year since you saw him like this. You couldn’t help but notice his mask that seemed to fit his face way too perfectly - The soft blue frame of the mask highlighted his mysterious eyes, and its intricate design added an elegant touch to his presence. Silver accents caught the light, while delicate crystals and sequins glistened, mirroring the sparkle in his eyes.

“Apologies but you seemed to be staring at me. Is something the matter?” His voice caught you completely off guard. It seemed softer than the harsh and cold voice you’ve heard him use and it startled you for sure. Your mouth dried up and the words seemed to just die down in your throat, not coming out. Seeing him this close to you made you want to reach out for your dagger and-

“Excuse me?”

You looked up to him, his eyes scanning your demeanor. Shit, you let yourself slip-

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help but notice your mask. It looks quite exquisite and the design and colors compliment you very well Monsieur Neuvillette.” You put on your best facade, your sincerest smile and talked to him.

“Ah, it seems this mask isn’t doing a very good job at concealing my identity.”

“It seems not.” You give him a small smile. He turned to walk away after the small talk. But you HAD TO STOP HIM, YOU COULDN’T AFFORD LOSING A GOLDEN CHANCE LIKE THIS.

“Wait!” You called out to him amidst your internal conflict, still not sure what to do. “Hm?” He turned back to look at you. You had to think of something quick, you had to make him stay, you had to- “Do you have a partner?” You blabbered out…without thinking.

“Pardon?” He tilted his head in confusion, not sure what you meant exactly.

“I mean as in, someone to dance with at the midnight ball. I don’t see a partner by your side-” You said peeking over his shoulder now, to look for his imaginary partner. He seemed to take a moment to look at you again and replied “I do not.”

“Seems like a coincidence really, I don’t have a partner as well.” You sighed dramatically.

“Is that so?” He enquired.

“Yes, indeed. And I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind obviously, would you like to be my partner for the night?” As soon as those words left your mouth, you saw the look on his face trying to register what you just said. Part of you knew what you asked was stupid, there was no way whatsoever that he would agree to this whole ordeal.

He didn’t have any friends or any people close to him, you knew that by now and he seemed to avoid forming such relations and connections with people at all times so if you really had to make him stay with you till after midnight to find the perfect chance you had no other option but to convince him.

“I appreciate your kind offer but I don’t think I need a partner.” Just as you expected.

“Aw but monsieur neuvillette, don’t you think it’ll be quite awkward and out of place for someone as important as you to not partake in such a significant event for all of fontaine? Look, even the hydro archon has a partner.” You point towards the raised seating in the ballroom where the hydro archon was sitting and talking enthusiastically with some blonde traveler.

You watch as Neuvillette's expressions seem to change a bit as he takes time to scan across the ballroom, seeing almost everyone in pairs. “I’ll have to apologize in advance however for my rusty dance expertise, it’s been quite long since I’ve had the chance to do this.” He gave you a soft and sweet smile as he extended his hand for you to take. Without realizing your mouth unconsciously twitched up into a small smile as you took up his hand. You couldn’t help but smile even widely realizing you were only hours away from seeing his lifeless body.

STEP 5 : S̹̤̣͂T̴̰̲͈̀̔͐̇̈́̽Ḁ̵̡̲̤̪͖̾͊̓̋̊͘͢B̨̛̺̘̮̘̓̋ͩ̅ͥ̇͑ͤ͒͟ Ḥ̡̨̜͈̥͎̦̙̱̞̒͌ͨ͌ͯ̅̈ͪ̔̇̾͗ͦ̂͘͞Ị̵̧̨̨̛̗͈͈̝̘͇̼̟̭̣̮͉ͧͦ̽̌͐͒͛ͣ͊ͨ̀ͮ̑͛̑̕͢͞͞ͅM̛̰̹̩̎̾̅̔͘͞͡ MAKE HIM TRUST YOU

It felt as if the more and more time you spent beside him only fueled the growth of a festering node of hatred within you. It seemed to take root deep inside you, which only made you think of how good it would feel when you’ll finally be done with it.

“Excuse me???” his voice seemed to break you out of your little psychopath circle. “You seemed to be in deep thought.”

“I’m sorry I was just a little distracted.” You flashed him your very best smile. It was now time to get the final plan in motion…it was going to be hard, to make him trust you. After all he wasn’t the type of person to even engage in small talk as to what you observed so you had to take a different route. “Monsieur Neuvillette, I think we should get something to drink first. I was feeling parched already.” You sighed, making him reconsider.

“You’re right. I forgot you were sitting at the bar. It was hasty of me to take you away like that.” He spoke leading you back to the bar. Such an exhibitionist.

As you reached the bar, you looked at him waiting for you to order whatever beverage you were going to. This was the first make or break.

“Good evening, Can I get some fresh spring water?” You inquired with the bartender who looked at you like you just asked him for something so baffling, he had to take a moment to take it in. “You are aware this is a bar right?”

“Uh…Yes-”

“The Lady simply asked for some spring water.” He came and stood beside you, looking directly at the bartender. “I-Iudex..” It was as if the words got stuck in the bartender’s throat. “Yes? Is there a problem?”

“Absolutely not, Spring water coming right up.”

“Very well and make it two.”

“Right away sir.” the bartender said as he shuffled back nervously through the backdoor.

Neuvillette turned to look at you, his eyes now carrying this new kind of glimmer in them. “You…enjoy spring water?”

“I do! But obviously, It’s a shame I can’t have Mondstat’s water right now.”

“Mondstat’s water?” You knew it now, it felt as clear as day. He was testing the grounds with you. Merely trying his luck as to if what he thought about you was actually true or just a wrong hunch.

"Yes!" It was your time to shine now, to show off all the knowledge you could've gathered. "You see, water from different places has completely flavors to the discerning palate. Mondstadt's water is crisp and pure, while water from Liyue has an enduring aftertaste. In Inazuma, the water possesses a depth of flavor unlike any other. Sumeru's water, meanwhile, has a rich and complex flavor profile, but it must be savored patiently to fully appreciate it."

You saw the look in his face after you were done talking. It seemed similar to a child's face when first stepped into a candy shop. Full of wonder and amusement, not exactly sure of its next move.

"You're aware of water's flavors..."

"Why, of course." You give him a knowing smile "Water is important to life, one can survive without food but never without water. There's nothing as pure and refreshing as water." You were proud of yourself to say the least, you were pretty sure you had his interest in completely now and there was absolutely nothing that could sto-

You looked at him in the middle of mentally applauding yourself only to see him carefully examining you. The astonishment and wonder were long gone, leaving a third emotion which you were having a hard time figuring out. What's wrong? Did I say something wrong? What's with his face...

"I see.." was all he managed to say. What was with that dry response? I thought I gave a perfect answer to that.

You couldn't help but be intimidated by the way he looked at you. It felt as if his whole 'Chief Justice' demeanor was back and he was no longer the sweet Neuvillette you were talking to just a few moments ago.

As you were in the middle of retracing back everything you said to him, the life in his eyes seemed to return. He went from having a serious and stoic face to a look of amusement once again, but...there was definitely something completely different and something completely wrong.

"What I meant to say was, It's truly remarkable how you can distinguish between the different flavors of water like that based on their place of origin. I don't think I come across individuals such as yourself this easily." Weird. "If I may inquire, how exactly can you differentiate those flavors like that?"

You were done. You prepared everything yet you didn't know what or how to reply to this. You had no response that could make you sound sane enough because let's be honest, which sane person can tell apart different flavors of water? IT'S WATER. But it's okay, you just had to come up with something. Maybe you could've just told him 'Oh, you know. I stalked you RELIGIOUSLY for the past year. Nothing out of the ordinary.' Just a plain and honest reply. After all, what could've gone wro-

"Y/N?" his voice was heavy like anchors tied to your feet, dragging you down to the depths of hell where you belonged for all this deranged behavior. "I-"

"Hear ye, Hear ye. My beloved citizens." The Hydro Archon's voice rang through the entire ballroom as everything came to halt and everyone quieted down. Thank the archons.

"It is now time to begin The Midnight Masquerade Waltz." She threw her hands open in a way to invite everyone to participate as the entire ballroom burst into a fit of loud cheer and applaud. The lights dimmed down to match the atmosphere as the music started playing indicating the official beginning of the dance.

For now, you were thankful to have avoided the conversation. You figured your answer was too specific and too close to what Neuvillette himself has said in the past and there really was no explaining how you managed to say the exact words as he did.

Your attention was shifted from the people around you to Neuvillette as he held out his hand in front of you while bowing a bit and keeping his other hand on his chest as a gesture of courtesy.

You really shouldn't be surprised after all you have awaited this moment for weeks without end, perfecting your waltzing skills for when the time comes yet when here is the moment in front of you - The Chief Justice of Fontaine BOWING in front of YOU. Somehow it was more nerve wrecking than anything you've ever done.

You couldn't really tell if it was because of the shift in his demeanor after possibly suspecting you of stalking him or was it the weird thing in the atmosphere or was it because of something else but you suddenly felt dizzy, and now that you were here steps away from executing your plan your nervous system wasn't really helping you.

Not taking another moment of his, you gently placed your hand in his as the notes of a coherent ballroom music started playing and both of you got instinctively close to each.

As you exchanged a glance, your left hand reached out to his shoulder while his right hand slid down gently to your back. You wouldn't say you don't have the experience of such close proximity but something about being so close to him, something about his scent that reminded you of the sea on a moonlit night, it was distracting you. But this was a plan and you needed to stay focused. Either way, let the waltzing commence.

STEP 6 : DISTRACT HIM not the other way around

Despite your outfit, you could feel the warmth of his hands seeping in through your clothes and directly to the sensitive skin of your back. It almost made you jolt, but you couldn't afford any distractions. Of course not.

You saw the look in his eyes and you weren't sure if it was the lightning but it got a shade darker, was this even humanly possible? All of this was ridiculous, the way he kept his hands on you and his fingers intertwined with yours. All of this was sending little electric sparks straight to your spine and to be honest, you. hated. every. second. of. it.

How dare this man you hated so passionately make you feel something other than hatred? How absolutely dare he guide YOU so easily across the ballroom floor. You didn't even notice but while you were busy justifying your hatred for this man, your feet glided across the floor and both of your bodies were so perfectly synchronized with each other that a lot of people around you stopped to look at you two.

'Monsieur Neuvillette has a partner?'

'Are you looking at both of them dancing together? Of course he had a partner, that's why he ignored everyone else.'

'Who's that person he's dancing with?'

'You can tell by the way they danced together that there is something between them'

'They look so in love with each other. It feels so refreshing seeing him like this.'

'Quick! Take a picture!'

What the hell was wrong with everyone and their baseless assumptions. Your eyes darted to every person who commented, glaring at them.

"Y/N" his voice went low as he whispered in your ear. "You need to focus on the dance dear." His voice so low and sultry sent shivers to your entire body, what even....There's no way HE gets to tell you what to do, there's no way you'll listen to what this man tells you and there's absolutely no way he gets away with calling you that...vile and disgusting thing he just said.

You will make him pay, killing him wasn't enough anymore you wanted him to-

"What did I say about focusing?" his hands from your back dropped to your waist. You were trying to maintain a safe distance from him, sure you were planning to get close to him as a way for your revenge but this-

"Y/N." His voice ringed bringing your attention back to him as His hands slid around from your waist, his fingers digging deeper in your skin pulling you closer to him. It was as if being this close, your senses stopped working. His scent was overwhelming you to the point where it made you sick. Was it that bad? No, definitely not because it was bad it was just because it was just so….

NO! Now’s not the time or place to think about this. You slapped yourself mentally, if you had to carry out your plan you had to stop behaving like this teenager who hadn’t been flirted with before and step up your game. So what if he was the all knowing and scary chief justice? You took your sweet time preparing for this exact moment and you’re gonna let yourself be swayed by him.

“Iudex.” It was said in the same tone as he said your name in. A sweet smile adorned your face, concealing the strategic thoughts within. This was your moment to make him regret.

As the sound progressed through the ballroom, you looked around to see the ballroom filling up - almost everyone dancing. Great, no prying eyes and a perfect cover for you to carry forward.

His smirk was replaced with a rather amusing expression seeing your actions, as if deciphering your moves.

As both of your feet glided gracefully across the ballroom floor, you finally looked at him - your eyes meeting his gaze, fixated solely on you, delivering a self-assured grin. ‘What a show-off’ you huffed internally.

While locking eyes with him, both of your feet moving on their own as if acquiring a mind of their own - The surroundings blurring into insignificance, leaving only his eyes and his presence. The tension became so thick, it felt as if you might just choke on it. Your breaths became deeper and deeper unintentionally as you felt his gaze traced an intimate path from your eyes to your lips, then leisurely down to your neck and collarbone, before sensually returning to your eyes.

This…can’t be happening. You were sure you were imaging this and let’s say even if you were, you had to take advantage of this. If he wanted to get a piece of you, you had the perfect idea.

All logic abandoned you as your focus narrowed to the singular goal of captivating him and guiding him toward the balcony. If he wanted you then you shall simply get what he desired.

Your tongue slid gently over your bottom lip, still maintaining eye contact with Neuvillette as you saw his eyes flicker down to your lips once again and seizing the opportunity, you bit it with your bottom teeth, a slow, deliberate gulp accentuating the act. Moving your hand on from his shoulder you dragged your finger gently and sensually to his neck, placing your hands on the exposed skin of his neck. As you looked back at his eyes, you could see the slight amusement in his eyes following your bold actions.

Just as you felt like you finally gave him a taste of his own medicine, his fingers which were intertwined with yours let it go to hold your wrists - his index finger delicately slid across the soft skin of your inner wrist, gently drawing little circles that made you almost lose your balance.

It was clear that in this ballroom where everyone was celebrating amongst each other in one corner, in the other corner the dance of conflicting emotions was unfolding between both of you. Your eyes were flashing with a mixture of disdain and frustration, reluctantly following along to the dance as Neuvillette led you on.

Rusted skills, my foot.

As the melody of the waltz further enveloped the room, Neuvillette led you into an intricate sequence. With a commanding yet graceful movement, he sent you spinning away. In that moment, as you rolled back toward him, the distance closing to a mere inch, a fusion of breaths made it seem as if you shared a single heartbeat. Your eyes locking in once again in a silent battle.

Hatred sparking beneath the surface of your sweet facade, but the undeniable tension crackled in the charged air. The dance became not only a regular waltz but a dance of contradictions—of push and pull, of disdain and desire. Every step and turn spoke volumes about this complicated connection between the two of you, as the music seemed to amplify the intensity of the moment.

Sensing the undeniable and unbelievably thick tension, Neuvillette took one last deep breath, his eyes closing momentarily as if coming up with a decision. When he reopened them, a determined glint shimmered in the depths of his eyes.

Without a word, he extended his hand towards you, a silent invitation that spoke volumes. You hesitated for a moment but as your fingers met his in a gentle but firm clasp, an unspoken agreement passed between you two.

Neuvillette, still holding your hand, led you through the ballroom. The swirl of the dance floor gradually faded as you both navigated through the crowd, his touch kindly leading you out and away from the eyes of anyone.

The doors to the balcony awaited, a gateway to a private moment away from the watchful eyes of the ballroom. As you stepped onto the balcony, the beauty of Fontaine's seas unfolded before you, the moonlight casting a silver glow on the waves.

The air outside was a mix of salty sea breeze and the lingering tension that had accompanied you from the dance floor. Neuvillette's gaze, now looking at the vast expanse of water, seemed to carry the weight of numerous unspoken thoughts. The balcony, overlooking Fontaine's majestic waters, became a stage for a different kind of dance – a dance guided by the rhythmic movement of the sea under the moonlit night.

STEP 7 - KILL HIM...or not

“Monsieur Neuvillette-”

“I apologize for being hasty like this. This isn't something I usually do but..” His eyes shifted from the sea to meet your eyes. The moonlit night charging the air with something unexplainable.

In that pause, a soft breeze swept across the balcony, ruffling both of your hair. Neuvillette seemed captivated by the subtle change in the atmosphere, and before either of you could fully comprehend, you found yourselves in a collision course.

A playful glint danced in Neuvillette's eyes as he grinned at you subtly. In a surprising twist, he spun you around, you figures moving in a dance that defied the orchestrated rhythm of the ballroom. The balcony, which was now a stage for your impromptu performance, witnessed a moment filled with conflicting emotions and uninhibited impulsiveness.

Being in the flow of the dance, Neuvillette subtly guided you towards the balcony railing. The sea breeze whispered conspiracies, and in an unexpected turn, he gently trapped you between his frame and the sturdy brick railing.

A charged silence hung in the air as your heart almost beat out of your chest when he leaned down towards you, using his one hand to tilt your face - he gently placed a kiss on your neck, shortly trailing a sensual path along it.

For a moment, you had the luxury of forgetting about everything - your brother, your family, the pain, the suffering, the revenge. For that moment, all you could think of was the velvety sensation of his lips on you, delicately tracing and savoring the skin of your neck, then moving down to your collarbone. His hand on your cheek, relishing in it's softness.

But how could fate ever be that kind to you? How could you ever have the pleasure of savoring something like this before the weight of the situation would finally crash down on you like a ton of bricks? Fate was cruel. And you had no choice but to obey.

With complicated emotions swirling inside you and your hands shaky, you took out the concealed dagger and positioned it - hovering over his back.

You closed your eyes for a second and took a shaky breath, building up the courage to do what you had to. What if you just spare his life? What if none of which you had planned has to happen? What if you could just stay here, enjoying this and see where it leads?

Allowing yourself to dwell in these thoughts, the faces of you brother and your parents loomed all around you reminding you of the direness of your actions.

It's okay, this would be over in a second. Just a second. So you swing the blade down in full force when-

It stops mid air. Opening your eyes, you no longer feel his touch on you as he's simply standing towering in front of you.

It was as if with a swift and almost uncanny awareness, he halts your motion, catching you completely off guard.

Neuvillette, turning to face you with an intensity in his gaze, conveys a silent message that he's not as oblivious as you thought of him to be. Of course, he wasn't. You were simply too distracted to notice this the entire night.

You were frozen in place, overcome with a sense of being caught in the act, feeling like a deer who has run right in front of its predator - your heart was pounding in terror. His eyes pierce through the mask of your intentions, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable which you despised.

“Well, well. What do we have here?" His eyes held a glint of mockery as he continued. "Were you attempting to add a touch of drama to our little soirée? Trying to stab me in the back? I thought we were saving the drama for the masquerade. Or is this your unique way of expressing affection for me?” His voice was filled with a mocking tone that danced on the edge of amusement.

His gaze lingered on you, the glint in his eyes both challenging and taunting. "Color me intrigued," he added, his voice now a low murmur of amusement. It was as if he found the entire affair not only unexpected but also oddly entertaining.

In the heartbeat following your failed attempt and Neuvillette’s words of mockery, adrenaline surged through your veins, a pulsating rhythm of fear and determination.

Seizing the unexpected surge of strength, you swiftly maneuvered Neuvillette, turning him around until his back was pressed against the balcony railing.

With a quick motion, you grabbed the knife tightly in position again, the blade glinting ominously in the dim light.

Rage filling your veins once again, you swung the blade full force at him - landing a slash on his arm. Neuvillette, momentarily stunned by you, registered your attack, his eyes narrowing in a mixture of surprise and realization.

Before he could react, driven by a surge of desperate resolve, you exerted force against him - propelling him over the balcony railing.

His eyes widened in sudden realization as events unfolded. In a final, desperate attempt to steady himself, his hand shot out towards you, aiming for support. However, all it managed to catch was your mask, causing it to slip away from your face.

The raging waters below awaited him, a fitting abyss for the chief justice who harbored no sympathy whatsoever for any human.

You witnessed a final glance in his eyes, a moment of recognition as he looked at the person behind the mask and a sense of peace washing over him, accepting his inevitable fate.

The night swallowed his form as he descended into the water, leaving you alone on the balcony, the sound of the turbulent sea below, you stood in the haunting aftermath of your desperate act.

As the adrenaline subsided, the weight of what you had just done began to settle on your shoulders like a heavy cloak. The reality of your actions bore down on you, and a profound sense of guilt crept into the corners of your conscience as you stared into the raging sea beneath where the last traces of the Chief Justice was gone as well.

The moon, a silent witness to your choices, cast an eerie glow on the scene. The sea, once a backdrop to your vendetta, now mirrored the turmoil of emotions within you. Your trembling hands, once fueled by determination, now betrayed the uncertainty that gripped you.

The weight of guilt anchored you to the balcony, and as the waves crashed against the rocks below, each echo seemed to amplify the consequences of your irreversible decision.

The silence was deafening, broken only by the distant sounds of the sea, a haunting reminder of the depths into which you had cast the chief justice.

Despite accomplishing the culmination of your year-long vendetta, ending his life, there was no comfort to be found. Instead of the anticipated relief, a heavy burden settled deep within you, intensifying the weight of remorse. Far from feeling better, you found yourself engulfed in a sense of emptiness, as if the act had only added to the darkness that now resided within. The hollowness of your victory became painfully apparent, leaving you with an indescribable ache that overshadowed any satisfaction you had hoped to gain.

You couldn't help but entertain a wistful wish. Perhaps, in a different time and under alternate circumstances, your paths might have crossed with a different script. Under different stars and in a gentler dance of fate, the unexplainable thing between you two might have unfolded in a way that didn't demand such drastic choices.

A reality where you didn't have the blood of the Chief Justice on your hands.

Maybe you would've liked him then.

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#neuvilette #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette x y/n #neuvillette x you #neuvillette x gn reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #fontaine #genshin impact #genshin headcanons #Star library #UM THIS WAS A TRIP TO WRITE #LMAO #I HAD THIS IDEA IN MIND FOR SO LONG #I already have an idea for the continuation

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The Beauty and the Brawn - Emmett Cullen x Reader

Summary: You try to prove to Emmett that he won’t hurt you with his enhanced strengths

Words: 2k

Warnings: Oral (F!recieving)

Notes: idk what this is really, just had the idea for a few days

Y/N’s POV

Emmett is strong, stronger than most vampires having gotten enhanced strength when he was changed. He’s always seen it as an added perk as it’s not something drastic like Alice’s future telling or Benjamin’s elemental manipulations, it was just that he was a little stronger than the others. Nothing more, nothing less.

Then he met me and now, as much as I tell him otherwise, he sees his strength as a curse. He gets scared he’ll get too carried away with me, forget I’m still human and accidentally hurt me or kill me. As much as I reassure Emmett that he could never hurt me he will still try and avoid the topic, kissing me the most he trust himself to do. Every time we get hot and heavy and I guide things on a little he backs up with that pained look in his eyes. Everything about him screams that he wants me back but the pain in his eyes tells me he’s scared which always catches me off guard as this is Emmett Cullen. Outgoing, loud and loving Emmett… too scared to even touch me at times despite how much his feelings were mutual.

Today is no different and I decide to take a different approach, even if it doesn’t mean sex. I just want Emmett to see that he can trust himself with me and that I’m not as fragile as he thinks. We’re sat on his bed, a bed he got Carlisle to get without specifying why. The Cullen’s don’t know me yet except maybe Alice and Edward because of their gifts but they apparently haven’t said anything to the others. Emmett doesn’t want them to all bombard me and he’s also worried about how Rosalie will take it that he’s moved on already which I understand and I agreed to take it as slow as he wants with meeting them.

Emmett’s hand is on my thighs as we sit shoulder to shoulder, watching a movie on the TV he also had installed. I’m barely paying attention to it though, focusing on his icy touch on my bare skin, being in only shorts as it’s just us here for another day to two. Emmett said the others had gone on a hunting trip and he elected to say home. I say fuck it, it’s now or never so I’m turning my body to face him, reaching over to cup his cheek and I ask, “Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do, why-“ He’s frowning until I begin shifting, moving onto my knees and turning my body towards him, “Y/N, I-“

“Just trust me baby,” I stroke his cheek reassuringly, watching him lean into my palm and those beautiful golden eyes flutter shut for a moment. With Emmett’s eyes still closed I shift my body further until I’m straddling him, legs either side of his thick thighs. His muscles tense as he realises I’m seated, arms resisting ever so slightly when I guide his hands to my hips, holding them there to show him that he won’t hurt me. The heat seems to rise between us as I lean in, lips almost touching his as I whisper, “Emmett, I trust you. I trust you with everything.”

His eyes fly open at this, the confusion and fear in them until he sees I’m not lying to him, keeping my face open and honestly so he can see the trust and love and it works as his expression softens, “Y/N.” He’s whispering, voice filled with emotions that I can’t quite decipher so I just lean forwards again and capture his lips in a gentle and pliant kiss. The kiss is tender and slow, as if we’re exploring each other for the first time. My heart is racing as I feel the softness of his lips against mine, the taste of him sweet and familiar, the tension in Emmett’s body slowly melting away as he gets lost in the kiss so I take another risk and deep it. Emmett’s hands are moving up and down my sides and back, testing the waters cautiously and the feel of his hands on my skin sends shivers down my spine, knowing I want more.

Too soon am I having to break the kiss as unlike Emmett I still need to consume oxygen. His golden eyes have darkened a little with love and desire, a soft sound leaving him when I caress his cheek gently, “Emmett,” My voice is a barely above a whisper, as if scared to break the moment, “I need you. Need all of you.”

Emmett’s eyes widen in surprise at the bluntness of my words, looking at me intently as if trying to decipher if I’m really serious about what I said. I can see the mixture of emotions playing across his face - desire; love; fear and protectiveness. I stay seated in his lap as I wait for his response, letting him work through his emotions and letting him decide. He wants me but he’s afraid of hurting me, his hands retreating again so I catch them in mine and squeeze reassuringly. His eyes flick down to our interlocked hands before back to my face before he’s swallowing and mumbling out, “Start with a shower first?”

“Whatever you want Pretty Boy.” I’m nodding, guiding one of his large hands to my cheek and pressing a kiss to his open palm before he’s surprising me and drawing me into another kiss. This one’s different, he’s not holding back as much, it’s hungrier almost. There’s an urgency to the kiss, his lips moving with more purpose as his moves to the back of my head, deepening the kiss. His other hand finds it’s way back to my waist, pulling me flush against him. It’s like he’s been holding back for so long and how he’s finally allowing himself to let go and now he can’t seem to get enough. I respond with equal fervour, my hands tangling in his hair as we explore each other’s mouths.

Emmett’s breaking the kiss before me, standing up effortlessly and cradling me in his arms as if I weight nothing which I guess I really don’t for him. I’m wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders, holding on tight as he carries me to the bathroom, feeling his muscles tense and flex under his shirt with each step. He’s setting me on the counter, a playful smile on his face and a rumble in his chest when I squeal at how cold the counter is. He’s stealing another kiss from me before moving to turn on the shower, letting it heat up and moving back over to me, standing between my legs. He’s looking at me with a soft expression, making sure this is what I really want, his hands running over my waist and pulling back slightly to ask, “You sure about this, honey?” His eyes are filled with concern and love, making me feel even more secure in my decision.

To prove my point I pull my shirt over my head and letting it fall to the floor, watching Emmett’s lips part slightly in a hitched breath at the sight of me now bare except for a pair of shorts. Emmett’s eyes are skimming over my body, taking in every dip and curve and scar on display to him. His hands coming up to gently trace along my arms and down my sides, as if savouring the feeling of my skin against his fingertips. Despite his obvious desire he still checks with me if this is okay, eyes flicking back up to mine every few seconds until I’m guiding his hands up to my breasts, watching his reaction. He surprises me by dragging me into such a tender and loving kiss as he explores this new territory.

Our bodies press together, Emmett’s hands now tracing circles on my back as he deepens the kiss, his very obvious arousal pressing into my thigh but he’s taking it slow as if he’ll spook me. His lips move down my neck as he murmurs against the skin, “You’re so fucking beautiful.” His large hands grip my hips and I’m soon standing again, feeling cold fingers dip into the waistband of my shorts.

“Please.” I’m practically begging and Emmett’s groaning into the crook of my neck, surprising me again as he sinks to his knees as he slides the shorts down my legs, throwing them aside before his gaze finds mine and I’m having to bite my lip at the sight of Emmett on his knees for me. His strong hands grip my hips as he begins nosing at my thighs, lips ghosting over them and teeth grazing until he’s nudging my legs apart enough blow cold air over my slickness, making me gasp and squirm. Before I can say or do anything those skilled lips are kissing my folds, nose bumping my clit before he licks a confident stripe up, gauging my reaction. His tongue flutters against my clit before he’s eating me like a starved man, hands gripping my hips tight enough that I can’t wriggle away from the pleasure.

My hand is gripping his hair, the other bracing myself against the counter as he moans, sending vibrations through that oversensitive bundle of nerves. He’s dipping his tongue in and out of my core with precision and sloppiness before he moves back to my clit, my body trying to jerk away but his grip is tight enough to promise bruises and fuck that just makes everything more intense. All too soon I can feel myself starting to pulse around his tongue that hasn’t stopped fucking into me and my hands tugs almost painfully at his hair while my head falls back with a whine, my thighs trying to clamp around Emmett’s head as my vision partially whites out and all I hear is white noise, unsure if I’m crying out Emmett’s name.

“Emm, fuck Emmett, too much.” I’m begging and he finally pulls back, looking up at me with half-lidded eyes and he looks fucking dirty, his mouth and chin shiny with my juices and his golden eyes have darkened even more. His thumbs caress my hips as he pulls himself to his feet moving to kiss me with a cheeky grin when I lightly push his face away saying, “No, clean your face first.”

“I do believe a shower was suggested.” He agrees and I’m nodding, tugging at his shirt to which he complies, pulling it over his head and I can’t help wet my lips at how good he looks. Sure, I’ve seen Emmett change but this is different, he’s baring himself for me and me alone. His shirt reveals his chiseled abs and braid chest, my eyes roaming over his muscular physique with appreciation. His defined biceps and broad shoulders are evidence of the immense physical strength he possesses and the way his tone torso tapers down to his waist makes me want to run my hands over his hard body. As he undresses further, my gaze is drawn to his thick thighs, my heart racing against as he’s straining against his boxers and fuck, he is in no way small. The boxers barely able to contain him, the angry red head slipped past the waistband, precum wetting his v-line a little, “Come on lovely, eyes up here.”

I tear my eyes away from his enticing bulge, feeling heat rising to my cheeks at being caught. But I can't help the desire that courses through me as I watch him step out of his boxers, completely naked before me. My heart is pounding in my chest, and I can feel the anticipation building between us as we move towards the shower. As we step under the warm water, Emmett pulls me close, his hands roaming over my wet skin as we continue to explore each other's bodies. I know this is only the beginning, and I can't wait to see what other surprises Emmett has in store for me.

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