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"TAKE OFF YOUR GLASSES AND KISS ME SLOW.."

Nerd! Isagi x reader

His hands were trembling when he handed you his notes after class.

“Y-you, um, forgot to copy this down… so I thought…” His voice cracked halfway through, eyes darting away from yours as he fumbled with the stack of loose-leaf. His glasses slid down his nose again, and he pushed them back up too quickly, smearing one lens with his thumb.

Everyone else thought your boyfriend was harmless. Pathetic, even—sweet little Yoichi who tripped over his words and carried too many pencils. Your friends teased you for dating the “class nerd,” but you didn’t care. He was yours.

Except… nights like this, when his door was shut and the world was locked out, you remembered he wasn’t harmless at all.

He kissed you like he was dying for air, shoving his chair back with a screech against the floor. Textbooks spilled across the carpet as he dragged you into his lap, glasses already askew.

“F-fuck, you don’t know what you do to me,” he muttered against your lips, hands clawing at your waist like he couldn’t decide between holding you gently or bruising you. His shy voice cracked, but the look in his eyes through the crooked lenses was anything but shy. It was hungry.

“Yoichi—”

“You drive me crazy,” he cut you off, kissing down your throat in frantic, open-mouthed sucks that made your skin burn. His breath was hot, uneven. “Always smiling at me in class… letting everyone think I’m just some loser. But you know, don’t you? You know what I’m like when it’s just us.”

You gasped when his hand slid under your shirt, fingers greedy, shaking with restraint. “Yoichi, slow down—”

“No,” he growled, sharper than you’d ever heard him. He pulled back just enough to look at you, glasses sliding so low they clung to the tip of his nose. His smirk was uneven, cruel. “You make me beg in front of everyone. Always so sweet, making me feel like your pathetic little puppy. But here?” He leaned in, voice dropping. “Here you’re mine. And I’m not begging anymore.”

Your protest melted into a whimper when he pushed you down onto his bed. His glasses tilted further, almost falling, but he caught them with one shaky hand, shoving them back up without even caring that they were crooked. His hair stuck to his forehead, sweat beading already as he stared at you like he was drunk.

“God, look at you,” he whispered, crawling over you, his breath ragged. His lips ghosted over yours before he kissed you again, messy, desperate. “I could spend forever here. Don’t wanna stop. Don’t ever wanna stop.”

You moaned when he ground down against you, hard already, muttering into your mouth like he was half out of his mind.

“Please, please—fuck, I need you. Need you so bad it hurts. Don’t make me wait.”

For someone who blushed at holding your hand in public, he was ruthless now. His words tumbled out in a spiral of obsession, the nerdy crack in his voice making it worse. He didn’t just want you—he was drunk on you.

When you finally gave in, tugging him closer, his laugh was sharp and breathless, a little mean, like he’d known you would all along. His glasses tilted dangerously again as he buried his face against your neck, voice breaking on a groan:

“Knew it. Knew you’d give in to me. You always do. You’re so fucking perfect—my girl, my sweet girl—god, I can’t stop—”

And you realized then, with his glasses crooked and his lips hot against your skin, that the pathetic little nerd everyone overlooked was gone. The boy above you was something else entirely—obsessed, unhinged, and completely, hopelessly yours.

His mouth was everywhere—sloppy kisses down your neck, his teeth dragging over your skin like he wanted to mark every inch of you. His glasses bumped clumsily against your cheek, still crooked, but he didn’t care. He wasn’t letting go long enough to fix them.

“Shit, you taste so good,” he groaned, fumbling with your shirt until it was off and tossed somewhere into the chaos of his floor. His hands, clumsy in the daylight, were suddenly rough, needy. They squeezed, groped, memorized you like he’d been waiting his whole life for this.

“Yoichi—” you gasped as he mouthed over your chest, his breath hot and desperate.

“Say it again,” he begged against your skin, eyes glassy as he looked up at you from behind those tilted frames. “Say my name—please—fuck, I need it—”

You obeyed, and the sound of it made him shudder, grinding down against your thigh with a pathetic whimper.

“God, I’m gonna lose it,” he hissed, fumbling with his zipper. “You don’t get it, I think about this all the time—in class, at practice, fuck, even when I’m supposed to be taking notes—just you, you, you—”

Your head spun at the confession, your hands sliding into his hair as he finally pushed your panties aside and sank two fingers into you, groaning like he’d just been given oxygen.

“Holy shit—you’re so wet,” he muttered, voice cracking. His forehead pressed to yours, his glasses sliding further down, threatening to fall completely. “Is it for me? For your pathetic nerd boyfriend?”

You whined, and the sound broke something in him. His grin turned sharp, his thrusts rougher, curling his fingers just right until your back arched.

“That’s it,” he purred, breathless and mean. “My good girl. Knew you’d fall apart for me. Everyone else thinks I’m harmless—such a loser—but look at you.” He bit down on your shoulder, moaning when you clenched around him. “Look at what I do to you.”

When you finally dragged him closer, desperate, whispering that you wanted him—needed him—his control snapped.

He tore his jeans down just enough to free himself, lined up messy, and pushed in with a strangled groan. His glasses actually slipped sideways, barely hanging on his ear, but he didn’t stop—if anything, the crooked tilt made his expression more unhinged.

“F-fuck—” his voice cracked, needy and broken as he buried himself fully. “You’re gonna ruin me—swear to god, I’m never letting you go.”

He started moving fast, sloppy at first, then harder, chasing the way you cried out for him. His forehead dropped to yours, glasses crooked, sweat dripping down his temple as he panted.

“Say you’re mine,” he begged, voice hoarse. “Say it—I need it—please—”

When you did, he laughed—a ragged, evil little sound—and thrust harder, his glasses fogging with the heat.

“Mine. Mine. Fuck, no one else gets to see you like this. Just me. Just your stupid, pathetic nerd.”

And the way he said it—glasses crooked, grin sharp, eyes wild—made you realize he wasn’t just pussy drunk. He was gone, obsessed, ruined, and he’d drag you down with him, over and over, until you couldn’t think of anyone but Yoichi Isagi.

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Teasing boyfriend Tabito Karasu headcanons!!

𝖳𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖻𝖿 𝖳𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗈! ����𝗁𝗈’𝗅𝗅 greet 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗄, “𝖬𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇’, 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝖺𝗋. 𝖫𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇’ 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒.”

𝖳𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖻𝖿 𝖳𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗈! 𝖶𝗁𝗈’𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖻 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗃𝖺𝗐, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇’, “𝖸’𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇’.”

𝖳𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖻𝖿 𝖳𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗈! 𝖶𝗁𝗈’𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗎𝖻𝗅𝗂𝖼, 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇’, “𝖣𝗈𝗇’𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖺 𝗀𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇’ 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝖾.”

𝖳𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖻𝖿 𝖳𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗈! 𝖶𝗁𝗈’𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝗀 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗇𝗎𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌, 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇g 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁�� 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽.

𝖳𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖻𝖿 𝖳𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗈! 𝖶𝗁𝗈’𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐, 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇g 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋, “𝖬𝗆𝗆…𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇’ 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈.”

𝖳𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖻𝖿 𝖳𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗈! 𝖶𝗁𝗈’𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋, “𝖠𝗂𝗇’𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇’ 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 ‘𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾.”

𝖳𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖻𝖿 𝖳𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗈! 𝖶𝗁𝗈’𝗅𝗅 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝗆 𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇g 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾.

𝖳𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖻𝖿 𝖳𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗈! 𝖶𝗁𝗈’𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇g, 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗐, “𝖸𝖺 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌…𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗉 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾.”

𝖳𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖻𝖿 𝖳𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗈! 𝖶𝗁𝗈’𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇, 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌, “𝖱𝖾𝖼𝗄𝗈𝗇 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗒𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾, 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝖺𝗋.”

𝖳𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖻𝖿 𝖳𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗈! 𝖶𝗁𝗈’𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁, “𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽,” 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗋𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖾.

𝖳𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖻𝖿 𝖳𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗈! 𝖶𝗁𝗈’𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍, 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇g 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇g, “𝖭𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇’ 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗅’ 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗁𝗎𝗁?”

𝖳𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖻𝖿 𝖳𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗈! 𝖶𝗁𝗈’𝗅𝗅 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗉, 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗌, 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗎��𝗁, “𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗁…𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝖺.”

𝖳𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖻𝖿 𝖳𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗈! 𝖶𝗁𝗈’𝗅𝗅 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗓ing 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗉, “𝖬𝗆𝗆, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍? 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇’ 𝗒𝗈𝗎.”

𝖳𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖻𝖿 𝖳𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗈! 𝖶𝗁𝗈’𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐, 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗅𝗂𝗇g, “𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇’ 𝗂𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅’𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾…𝗒𝖾𝗉, 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍.”

𝖳𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖻𝖿 𝖳𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗈! 𝖶𝗁𝗈’𝗅𝗅 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋, “𝖲𝖺𝗒 𝗆𝗒 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒, 𝖨’𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍.”

𝖳𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖻𝖿 𝖳𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗈! 𝖶𝗁𝗈’𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝗆 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁, “𝖠𝗐, 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝖺𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇’…𝖨 𝖺𝗂𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝖾𝗍.”

𝖳𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖻𝖿 𝖳𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗈! 𝖶𝗁𝗈’𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝗉𝗂𝗇 ‘𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾, “𝖭𝗈𝗐, 𝖺𝗂𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍…𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾.”

𝖳𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖻𝖿 𝖳𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗈! 𝖶𝗁𝗈’𝗅𝗅 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇g 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗄, “𝖸𝖾r 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇’ 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇’ 𝗂𝗍.”

𝖳𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖻𝖿 𝖳𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗈! 𝖶𝗁𝗈’𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇g 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗃𝖺𝗐, “𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇’…𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾, 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗒𝖺?”

𝖳𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖻𝖿 𝖳𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗈! 𝖶𝗁𝗈’𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗌, 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, “𝖬𝗆, 𝗐et 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒…𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗅𝖾.”

𝖳𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖻𝖿 𝖳𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗈! 𝖶𝗁𝗈’𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌, “𝖦𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌.”

𝖳𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖻𝖿 𝖳𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗈! 𝖶𝗁𝗈’𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗅 𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇’ 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, “𝖠𝗂𝗇’𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇’ 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝖾.”

𝖳𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖻𝖿 𝖳𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗈! 𝖶𝗁𝗈’𝗅𝗅 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾, 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗅𝗂𝗇g, “𝖭𝖺𝗁, 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝖺𝗋…𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇’ 𝗂𝗍 ‘𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾.”

𝖳𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖻𝖿 𝖳𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗈! 𝖶𝗁𝗈’𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗄 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄, “𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅…𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾.”

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𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍—𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖿𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗐. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝖫𝗈𝗇𝗀, 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾, 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁.

“𝖲𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝖿𝗂𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀,” 𝖱𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗐, 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄—𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆, 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒—𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗉 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁. 𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍—𝗒𝖾𝗍—𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗉.

“𝖱𝗂𝗇—”

“𝖰𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍.”

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇, 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗂𝗇.

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖾; 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖼𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝖿𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗈.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽. 𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗉 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗅𝖾𝗑, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 ���𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍.

“𝖯𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍,” 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿. “𝖭𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾’𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍.” 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿-𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽, 𝗉𝗎𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝖽𝖾—𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗇𝗈 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗍𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗑𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀.

“𝖲𝗂𝗍,” 𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝗒𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗌 𝖼𝗂𝗋𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗅𝗒, 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗃𝖺𝗐. 𝖡𝗂𝗍𝖾. 𝖫𝗂𝖼𝗄. 𝖡𝗂𝗍𝖾. 𝖪𝗂𝗌𝗌. 𝖮𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝖺 𝗋𝗁𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿.

“𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾,” 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗋𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽.

𝖥𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅. 𝖧𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗌—𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝖾𝗅, 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖮𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁.

“𝖱𝗂𝗇—𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾’𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾—”

“𝖦𝗈𝗈𝖽.” 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗌𝖾.

“𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒’𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈.”

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇—𝗁𝗈𝗍, 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗒.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖼 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉. 𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍—𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖻 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋.

“𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖨’𝗆 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾?” 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖼𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌.

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋, 𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋, 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖿��𝖾𝗌𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁. 𝖣𝖾𝖾𝗉. 𝖯𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖽, 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉, 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗇. “𝖯𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍,” 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐, 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄.

𝖡𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆—𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄, 𝗃𝖺𝗐, 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗋𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗌—𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁, 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒. 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌, 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

“𝖫𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎,” 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋. “𝖬𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾.” 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐, 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇. “𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖨’𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝖾𝗍.” 𝖧𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗉 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝗆 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽.

“𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍,” 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇. “𝖴𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇.”

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IT'S MY BIRTHDAY TODAY SO THIS IS SIMPLY A BIRTHDAY INDULGENCE.

ENJOY (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠)

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Hi! 👋 I have a question hehe 😁 do you accept requests? And btw I love your fics❤️ and I really miss them very much!💕 I am so glad that you're back! Can't wait to see more of your amazing works! 💗💋

Aww thank you so much anon :(( a friend of mine convinced me to try again and post on here so I sure am glad to be back and I am sure glad for the support :D 🩷 I DO TAKE REQUESTS SO FEEL FREE TO ASK ME AND I SHALL MAKE IT HAPPEN. XOXO🩷🌸

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𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 “𝗒𝖾𝗌” 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽. 𝖠𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗇𝗈—𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝖧𝖾’𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗀𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌, 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌, 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗆 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿-𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅 𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 you. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍. “𝖨’𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌. 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁.” 𝖭𝗈𝗐? 𝖭𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗆 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗍. “𝖳𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿,” 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽. “𝖢’𝗆𝗈𝗇, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒, 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾.” 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗌, 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝖨𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗅. “𝖥𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗂𝗍,” 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌. “𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂��𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗎𝗉. 𝖠𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇’ 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝖬𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅’𝗌 𝖺 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾.” “𝖮𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎.” 𝖧𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝖽. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋—𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁, 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌, 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗀 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒, 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒—𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖾. “𝖲𝗁𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗎—” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖽, “𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈—” “𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈,” 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽. “𝖦𝗈𝖽, 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝖨 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍.” 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗁𝗒. 𝖫𝗈𝗎𝖽. 𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗒, 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗍, 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝖿𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽—𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀, 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌. “𝖭𝗈 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒. 𝖳𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍. 𝖫𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗍.” 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝗈𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗋? 𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝖾𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗂𝖽, 𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾. “𝖭𝗈𝗐 𝖨’𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎.” 𝖧𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽, 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄—𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽, 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀—𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗌. “𝖲𝗁𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗎—” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝖽𝖾. “𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾… 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖻𝗂𝗀—” “𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆.” 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇. 𝖲𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍—𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍, 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖾𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄. “𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝗌𝗈—𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉—!” “𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍,” 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖽, 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗃𝖺𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆. “𝖫𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾. 𝖫𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄.” 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗌. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗎𝗀𝖾—𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄, 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗍—𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾, 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅 ��𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽. “𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽,” 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄, 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗂𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋. “𝖦𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖦𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎.” “𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾—” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖧𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌, 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌. “𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗁? 𝖲𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖲𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾.” “𝖨’𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌—!” “𝖲𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗉.” “𝖯𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾, 𝖱𝗒𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗂—” “𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎?” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. “𝖳𝗈𝗈 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾,” 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝖽. 𝖧𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗆—𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗃𝖾𝗋𝗄𝗒, 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽, 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾. 𝖧𝗈𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄, 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗆𝗉, 𝖽𝖺𝗓𝖾𝖽, 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗆𝖾𝖽—𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋. “𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒?” 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽, 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌-𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗄. “…𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗁, 𝖡𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒.” 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽—𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍, 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌.

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Kaiser with piercings n trying a new art style

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Coming back just to write blue lock smut just because the brainrot is never ending is DIABOLICAL lowkey

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Mirror sex

Micheal Kaiser, Itoshi Sae x Reader

Michael Kaiser — “The Center of the World”

The mirror stretches floor-to-ceiling across the far wall of his bedroom—clean, unblemished glass framed in brushed gold. It’s not for decoration. It’s for worship.

More specifically, his.

He presses you gently against the cool surface, one hand sliding along your inner thigh as he settles behind you, lazily rutting against your back, his smirk reflected beside your flushed, uncertain expression.

“Don’t look away,” he murmurs, voice low and satin-smooth, dipped in honeyed arrogance. “You’ll miss the show.”

His hand trails up, splaying across your stomach, pulling you tighter against him until there’s no space left between your spine and his chest. His other hand tilts your chin just enough to force your eyes forward.

“You see that?” His thumb brushes your bottom lip, catching the tremble there. “That’s you. That’s what I do to you.”

When he slides inside, it’s slow—painfully, devastatingly slow. Not out of mercy, but control. You see the way your mouth parts in a silent gasp. See the flush blooming down your neck. See his eyes in the mirror: focused not on himself, but on you unraveling.

“You’re beautiful like this,” he says, dragging his tongue lazily along your shoulder. “But even better when you know who’s inside you.”

He rolls his hips, smooth and languid, watching as your body jolts against the mirror. His hand on your stomach holds you steady, the other still cupping your jaw, his thumb tracing circles against your skin like he’s painting you into the scene.

“You feel it, don’t you?” he whispers. “Every inch. Every push.”

You nod, breath hitching, body pliant. His laugh is a soft, dangerous sound.

“Of course you do. Of course. You’re mine, liebling. Say it.”

Your voice is a whisper, broken and honest.

“I’m yours.”

He hums, satisfied. Then, suddenly, he changes rhythm—thrusts deep, controlled but overwhelming, the kind that steals thought and breath all at once. Your palms slap the glass for balance, your body arching involuntarily. Your reflection is a mess of sweat, tremble, and flushed surrender.

“Good,” he groans against your neck, kissing your pulse. “Now come for me. Let’s show the mirror how perfect you look when I break you.”

And you do—legs shaking, voice caught somewhere between a moan and a plea. He keeps you there, pressed against glass, watching your face as you fall apart, eyes glazed with something raw and adoring.

In the reflection, Michael Kaiser smiles like a man who has the world at his feet.

And maybe, just maybe, in that moment—he does.

 Itoshi Sae — “Eyes forward”

It’s quiet in the hotel bathroom.

The lights are soft, the marble pristine, the mirror so clean it feels intrusive. You brace yourself against the counter, breath fogging the lower edge of the glass as the weight of him settles behind you.

Sae says nothing at first. He never does. He simply fits himself against your back, one hand curling around your waist, the other steady on your hip. When he slides inside you, it’s slow—methodical—like a decision he already made hours ago.

Your eyes flutter shut instinctively, searching for control in the darkness behind your eyelids.

“Don’t,” his voice cuts through, quiet but sharp. “Keep them open.”

You open them.

The reflection stares back—your lashes trembling, lips parted. And behind you, Sae’s gaze is trained not on the mirror, but on you. Not your body. Not your curves. Your expression. The faltering, breathless bloom of pleasure you try so hard not to show.

He thrusts again, and your hands tighten on the counter.

“You hide too much,” he murmurs, the cadence of his voice too calm for what he’s doing to you. “Pretend you’re not desperate. Pretend you don’t need.”

His hips move in perfect rhythm, measured and deep, like he’s trying to write himself into your body with every thrust. There’s no filth in his words. Just brutal honesty.

“You want this. You want me.”

You bite your lip, but he catches it with his hand—tilting your face forward to force your gaze on the mirror again.

“I said don’t look away.”

It’s then you realize: he’s not just watching. He’s studying. Every flicker of desire, every ripple of need that dances across your features. He wants you to see it too. Wants you to confront how deeply, stupidly, beautifully you want him.

His name leaves your lips like a confession.

“Sae…”

And he stutters.

Just for a second. Just long enough to break his rhythm. His eyes flicker—not to the mirror this time, but to your real face. To the softness in your voice. The surrender in your tone.

Something crumbles behind his lashes.

“...You’re beautiful,” he says, and for a breath, it sounds less like praise and more like guilt.

Then he picks up the pace—not rough, but with quiet urgency, like chasing something he doesn't understand. His hand slides lower, fingers brushing between your legs with uncharacteristic care.

“Don’t close your eyes,” he says again, but it’s softer now. “I want to see you… until the end.”

When you fall apart, his name on your tongue, trembling under his hands, he follows you—gasping, biting your shoulder, the only real sound he’s made all night.

You collapse forward, catching your breath.

He stays pressed to your back, breathing ragged, arms loose around your waist.

Neither of you speak.

But in the mirror, your reflection says everything.

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It has been ages..but maybe it is time for a small rebrand :D

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me and the mutuals when we're online ♡

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While he was content by watching her dance on the stage on her own,

All she wished for was for him to accompany her and put an end to her endless solo of solitude in gentle embrace and a never-ending valse.

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I miss writting but I cannot get myself to write.

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i saw a meme once that was like "what's hot in fanfiction but repulsive in real life" and someone said "men" 😭😭😭

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"what that mouth do babygirl?"

cast spells. invoke the ancients. and hurt your feelings probably