#''oh what a handsome young man you are!'' ''i am an adult man do NOT chastise me.''

[silly-stings]

i like to think either shrignold does this to everybody and they hate it, or people do it to him and he SUPERhates it (or both)

[st4rbwrry]

𝒜𝑀 𝐼 𝐵𝒜𝐵𝒴?

✧｡˚ a shy nympho camgirl seeks a partner to help her film content on a dating app. soon, meeting up with a handsome man who's willing to do anything for the pretty girl he chats with.

𝒲𝒜𝑅𝒩𝐼𝒩𝒢𝒮 𓇼 14k. pwp, lowercase intended, age gap ꒰ toji is 36, reader is 24 ꒱ submissive reader, pleasure!dom toji, bondage ꒰ belt ꒱, check ins, heavy praise, overstimulation, aftercare, unprotected, videography, oral ꒰ f + m ꒱ , squirting + kreaming, spanking, choking, hair pulling, mild degradation, intimacy on high, toji is intimidating, manhandling, masturbation, daddy kink srry not srry, pet names ꒰ baby, girl, pretty, sweetheart, angel ꒱ minors aren't welcomed! reblogs & comments are appreciated!

౨ৎ — ꒰ 𝑚𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑎’𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 ꒱: this took me so long to finish y'all but im super proud of it. one of my favorite works so far so i hope y’all enjoy. ♡

you hold your notebook in your hands, a bright pink color with numerous doodles sketched onto its cover, your pen on the back of your ear as you slowly cross off a list of things you needed to buy while browsing on your laptop. your room is quiet aside from the soft sound of music playing from your stereo, beyoncé’s cowboy carter album playing from start to finish while you slumped into your soft pink duvet hiding beneath a white canopy slip. the air is crisp how you like, a fresh, chunky strawberry is chewed between teeth, and your skin is freshly scrubbed and moisturized, only covered in a matcha green two piece short and tank set. a laptop sits on your thighs as you cross your legs, twirling your left calf as you bury your back into your mountain of plushies.

this was frustrating. you never realized how hard this would be to find someone to fuck, let alone film content with. you’d made a profile on hinge a week prior to now, and most of the matches weren’t close to peaking your interest. most of the men seemed like creeps, some too old . . . giving very much grim reaper. and others, too young, freshly adults at that. you think you’ve made yourself appealing enough. cute profile with full faced pictures, personality traits, daily interests even . . . but it somehow didn’t attract those you truly wanted.

as your sticker covered macbook’s motherboard screamed for air, warm on your thighs and now sliding on your tummy the further you leaned back. . . you were growing tired. huffing and puffing from literal exhaustion. am i wasting my time? should i just go out and find people like in the movies? but this generation made it so hard to even physically connect anymore. what happened to people running into each other at a coffee shop, a book store, a park? sharing interests and going on dates. granted, what you were looking for was strictly work related. you wouldn’t dare stare a stranger in the eye you bumped into at the farmers market and ask, “hey, wanna fuck me for content?” it’d be tasteless. you have self respect. others may think differently considering your side quests to fund the unfathomable reality of adulthood on top of just being a girl.

“this fucking sucks,” you groan to yourself, thumb aching from how quickly you hit the big ‘x’ on the bottom left corner of your phone screen.

maybe it was time to call it a night. you had an early shift at the salon, about five clients to be exact, booking either re-twists, goddess braids, or a wig install. so you had to save your hand strength. sighing, you shut off your laptop and set it aside on your nightstand, disconnecting the music from your phone before getting up to cut off the light. your fluffy cat that laid on the edge of your bed shooting her head up in alarm, ready to follow at any adventure you pursued.

“relax, mommy’s not going anywhere,” you smile assuredly, knee dipping into the bed as you lean over to smooch her on her tiny head, pointy ears tickling your cheek as you watch her tail sway. “good night, sweet — oh, fuck! i forgot to feed you. i’m so sorry baby.”

the alert in your tone has the black cat stand in attention, cursing to yourself as you slip on your heart printed slippers and make your way towards the kitchen, your studio apartment being on one level making this task easier. you listen to her tiny paws thud on the floor after she jumps off the bed in a hurry, dashing in front of you, damn near tripping you.

“oh my god, you’re so extra,” you shake your head, but couldn’t help but laugh. she meows at you violently, as if you hadn’t fed her in two weeks. rolling your eyes, you reach for her bowl off the floor to clean before opening a fresh can of fancy feast, using one of her plastic spoons to arrange her dinner.

whilst she awaits, you can’t help but glare at the screen of your phone as it suddenly dings, forgetting to turn off your ringer. hovering over it to activate your face i.d, it immediately opens the hinge app, reloading the page to see a new match. the air you inhaled suddenly catches in your throat as you stare wide eyed at your screen, the man in your view is just what you’ve been waiting for.

“oh, holy fuck,” comprehension wasn’t on your radar seeming as you lost the ability of the cat food in your hand, dropping it to the floor and flinching from the mess your fur baby began chowing on. sucking your teeth, you mutter, “goddamit. no, no. stop it.”

flailing your hand gently to get her to stop, you snatch the can and dump the remainder in the deep oval ceramic bowl. you try to ignore the rapid pounding of your heartbeat, unsure why it went so astray. maybe it’s because you’ve never seen a man so fucking fine. deadly fine, foul almost. as if it was such a disrespect to all beings. she’d cleaned up her own mess, so you take the time to grab your phone and lean against the sink to observe this man further. he had matched with you, of course, otherwise you wouldn’t have been so depressed a few minutes ago . . . unless you were waiting for him to like you back.

toji. it’s his name. simple, nice. he only has about three pictures, one of them a huge black cane corso with a gorgeous silky coat. it made sense given the vibe he was giving. dark, intimidating, sexy. jet black hair, slender smoke gray eyes, sharp jaw and a fascinating scar on the side of his mouth. another thing you noticed was how big he was. most of the clothing he wears sticks to his skin like glue. molding the outline of his muscles, the thickness in his arms, the heaviness in his thighs, the brick trail of his abdomen.

a certain feeling burns in your chest, and between your legs as you scroll to see the last image. he’s sitting on a beach chair, thighs spread in black cargo pants, matching tee, a yuengling beer in his hand and a cross dangling around his neck as he takes a sip of his beverage with a hungry look into the camera. it’s cocky, possessive, dominant. the dark brows above his eyes lowered with attentiveness. his shirt is half risen above his abdomen, and you can easily see the dark trail of hair leading into his crotch. it’s full there, clear as day. so it’s easy to tell he carries something serious.

fuck. “fuck,” you feel yourself growing hot, blowing out a breath of air before making your way back to your comfy bed to stare at him more. what a fucking man. honestly, you’d never seen someone so of your standard. exactly your type. before messaging him, you check his profile a bit deeper to make sure you’re not mistaken of anything. find some flaws, though profiles only express so much.

thirty-six, that makes you moan. that’s a twelve year age difference. though that only makes him hotter. not too old, nor young. he’s a . . . gynecologist.

“so he’s good with pussy,” you giggle to yourself. he makes a decent amount of money. he’s into fitness, clearly. cars, politics, sports. seemed like a pretty laid back man to you.

without even realizing, he had already messaged you, your heart dropping to your toes at his first response.

toji

i’ve seen you before.

you blink, fingers typing quickly.

you

mhm, where?

he takes a moment to reply, so you fiddle with your necklace out of anxiousness, laying on your stomach and swaying your feet.

toji

sounds a little embarrassing, but an adult website.

you

sounds about right. does that bother you?

toji

i wouldn’t have matched with you if it had.

you

so you’re saying if i wasn’t a porn streamer you wouldn’t even look my way?

those three dots prolong longer than you wanted, only making you aware he didn’t know what to say.

toji

i matched with you because i find you attractive. whether you want me in that way or not is up to you. i want you.

he’s straightforward. you can’t help but bite the tip of your acrylic, smiling like a stupid teenager, kicking your feet in the air. the attraction being mutual boosting your ego.

“i want you, daddy,” you joke to yourself.

you

i’m assuming you’ve read my bio. i’m looking for someone to film content with! if you’re down for it, we can meet in person and talk about it! i’m not really looking for a relationship. . . right now at least. ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)

toji

of course, sweetheart. i’m free saturday’s and sunday’s. you don’t seem that far from me. let’s grab italian. my treat.

there’s something blunt and grown about him, you can practically feel his intimidation radiating through your fingertips. he seems just like the kind of man you knew would fuck you stupid. scream his name until the walls bled. until you’re trembling, and the sheets are off the bed, and his sweat is on your back so arched to the point where it’s painfully delicious. biting your lip, you had nothing else to lose. you needed his help, he’s offering lunch, you only live once.

you

you had me at italian. saturday at 2?

toji

saturday at 2. see you then, darling.

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the nostalgic scent of blue magic hair grease fills the air of the salon, your fingers working tirelessly to intricate detail into the woman’s scalp you worked on. your last client of the day in fact. you couldn’t wait to clock out and grab a bowl from chipotle, thinking about it your entire shift. fingers entwining artfully as braiding hair flicks from angle to angle, you finish up the final knotless braid with a hard working sigh. you tried to remain optimistic after she’d taken her seat, unfortunately arriving an hour late to her appointment. said she had ‘issues’ with her boyfriend, smelling like weed and partially slurring her words when she came in. but you could care less when you were on a time crunch.

you hated when people wouldn’t respect the clearly listed rules on your account. so, for that, she’d be paying a late fee. after you applied moose and rosemary oil to her scalp, she’d pay you through apple pay and be on her way. you thank her, and when she’s out the door, you instantly turn to your friend and roll your eyes.

“you’re too damn nice for doing her hair. i would’ve told her ass to kick rocks after showing up that damn late,” amethyst speaks, crosslegged and shaking her head as she digs her fork into her chinease platter, filled to the brim with shrimp fried rice and popcorn chicken. the smell alone makes your tummy growl. “did she even tip you?”

“not at all,” you brush off, not even wanting to think about it anymore. “still got my money at the end of the day.“

“hey, you’ve been off the whole day, everything alright?” amethyst proceeds to question, and your shoulders slump as you halt from sweeping up hair off the floor.

aside from tireless appointments, you couldn’t get toji out of your mind, super impatient, even anxious for saturday to come. it’s two days away until you finally meet him. you’ve texted here and there, shared a few updates on life or spoke of relating passions and wanting desires. you had told him your occupation outside of being a camgirl, and how dissatisfied with it you’ve become. this field wasn’t for you anymore. the passion for it is dying, the clients grow irritable, and you just wanted to breathe. you feel like you’ve been working your whole life. in conclusion, since fifteen. started from an early age dealing with responsibilities due to financial constraints within your family. your mother raised you on her own, along with four other children. and being cursed with the older daughter syndrome, you developed faster than you wanted to. barely having time to live your life until you moved out. even then, it’s been all about work. you needed an island getaway.

“this week just burnt me out. i’m just glad it’s almost over,” you reply, not having the energy for a full conversation. she was a sweet girl, albeit very nosey. you try to keep events in your life private, gossip to a minimum.

“awe, bookie,” she pouts. “what’s your plan for tomorrow? me and the girls were gonna check out that new club ‘sin.’”

shaking your head, you disagree. “now you know i’m not big on clubs. have an art piece to work on anyways before the weekend comes. so i’ll be busy.”

amethyst nods. “well, alright then. i guess i’ll just see you whenever you get booked again.”

you don’t know why that felt like a backhanded response. you’re only here three times out of the week, and most of those days you see about five to six clients. everyone else had a bigger following on social media, meaning more attention, more money. you believe because you aren’t so passionate for this major, your ability to promote and put effort only shows in your adult entertainment career. since it’s where most of your income comes from as of four months ago.

“guess i’ll see you.”

after packing your ballerina pink telfar bag with all of your tools, you wave goodbye to everyone before making your way to your white honda civic, interior a vast splash of pink matching the two-piece skims set you wore. shorts since the weather is about seventy-five degrees today. buckling yourself in, your only agenda is to head to chipotle and then home. ordering your delectable signature bowl of barbacoa, fajita veggies, guacamole, pico de gallo, corn, sour cream, cheese, lettuce, and refusing to eat the bowl without their vinaigrette and a side of chips.

it’s around 9pm when you’re finally cleaned off from a hot shower, curly hair pushed back from your face with a hello kitty headband as you finish your skincare, sitting at your vanity while scandal plays in the background. you’d already eaten your food about an hour ago, even taking a thirty minute nap to regenerate for this art piece you needed to finish. in total, you had about three jobs; hair stylist, camgirl, ceramicist. you had an etsy profile where people bought cute little things of yours you liked to sculpt. tea pots, coquette flower pots, plates, heart cake jewelry boxes . . you name it. you had a few orders for mini miffy trinkets you had to ship out by saturday.

saturday. the warmth in your gut swarms at the thought of seeing that man. quite frankly, you’ve been unable to relieve your mind of him. he’s like a poison, hard to get rid of, but desperate to stay bonded with you. and you wanted nothing more than to be buried in his embrace; small and fucked out. since he’s been busy with work, and so have you, there hasn’t been much time to even call and chat. then again, you wanted to wait to see him in person. to feel that magnetism stronger than it already was. two days away and you’re anxious to even hear a hello.

while patting your toner into your face, you gaze through your mirror to see a scene playing from your show where fitz and olivia fight before they fuck for the hundredth time. the way he grabs her, speaks to her, caresses her and worships her. it has you thinking of toji instantly. the burn for him aching more than normal. practically feeling his eyes on you the way he stared into the camera in that one photo, long fingers clasped around the glass bottle, craving for that lock around your throat. wondering how tight he’d make it. would you be able to breathe? would he kiss air into your mouth to help you? tell you it’s okay, to feel it all, to take it all, to cum on his dick till you're milking him dry?

your thighs squeeze together from your imagination, staring at your reflection . . . and it’s all in your eyes. deep arousal, and the harsh clench you currently held your moisturizer in, close to grinding in your seat to ease the buzz of your clit. there’s only one solution for this, and you might as well make money off it. standing to your feet, you think not a second more before retrieving your laptop from your closet, setting it on your vanity desk and logging into the domain of prettyfuckbunnies.com. it seemed to be the main site for growth, given your eight thousand dedicated subscribers. you check yourself in the mirror once more before going live, rolling your chair back a few inches so they could see your entire frame. dressed in nothing but a small red slip dress.

angelbwrry is live!

your subscribers were notified well before others, hundreds of them swarming the chat within seconds. you were a new favorite, a prized star of the platform. admiration from both women and men. people who tipped you just for being pretty. others here for the obvious. applying gloss to your lips, you stare intensely into the camera, the character you play going into affect.

“hi,” you mutter quietly, slowly titling your head to the side as you bite your lip and sink lower into your seat, back arching. “i’m so fucking horny, and i just need someone to watch me fuck myself.”

the black kuromi chair you sat in begins to sway as you gently swing yourself side to side, eyes trained on the chat to witness them praise you, some comments degrading off the rip that you chose to ignore, others demanding you get on with it. for the most part, you tend to be discreet with sharing much about yourself. technically, you weren’t hiding much, your face easily accessible and probably even less hard to track. you’d always pray that there wasn’t a psycho willing to go that far just to find you. role playing was your forte. writing ideas for new personas to please them. and you had fun doing it. you’d never do something you weren’t in to for the satisfaction of others. never took private calls, or meets ups for obvious reasons.

but, you had to talk about him.

“i met this guy i can’t get outta my head,” the softness in your tone making dicks go erect and clits beat, the chat asking questions and growing fond of your way of interaction. “well, maybe not met. we’ve texted, and i meet him in a few days. possibly someone you’ll see on the channel. and . . .”

the tenseness in toji’s neck bothers him as he groans and leans back into his office’s chair, fork in one hand as he chews on his salad from sweetgreen a coworker grabbed for him, reading through emails his secretary confirmed appointments of, needing to add it into his schedule to be aware of what he can fit between. needing to run a few errands this weekend. the white doctors coat clings to his body, one foot raised to rest on the front of his desk, manspreading and jaw shifting as he finishes his food tiredly, knowing he wouldn’t eat a thing once he got home.

“goodnight doctor fushiguro! get some rest tonight, yeah?” a body comes to view of his secretary; a woman with glasses slipping down the bridge of her nose, a chunky face and beautiful red hair. she waves enthusiastically.

toji smiles, the older woman trying her best not to swoon. he’s young enough to be her son. “good night, miss thorn. thank you for today. you get home safe and enjoy your trip. i wanna hear all about it when you’re back.”

“you know you’re the first person i’m running to tell!” she chirps, toji chuckling. “i left my keys on the main desk. don’t forget or else you’ll have to break open the drawer for your patients files.”

“i’ll be sure to remember.”

twenty minutes pass and toji’s cutting off lights to his small facility and locking up. twirling the keys on his long finger, starting up the sleek black maserati ghibli gt sitting in the parking lot from his key. a black patent leather messenger bag hanging from his shoulder, doctors coat discarded and now attired in his usual black tee with matching slacks. setting it beside him in the passengers seat, he gets a ding! from his cellphone, resting his shoulders in his seat before checking what it was, perhaps it was miss thorn, she tends to leave things behind.

angelbwrry is going live!

toji raises a brow from the notification, checking the sapphire bulova watch on his wrist for the time. 9:54pm. why were you up so late? forgetting people have other schedules, he’s so used to being asleep around this time, much more having to be done today the only reason he was still in the office way past the hour it closed. part of him grows inquisitive, wondering if he should invade your privacy or what not. though, he’s not new to your escapades. he’s seen every inch of your body, memorizing it quite literally. he’s not ashamed to say you’ve gotten him off a few times these past months. he feels like he knows you on a deeper level now, so itching for that perverted behavior would be indecent to both of you. especially if he’s seeing you in two days . . . for a conversation about what you do and his potential participation.

nothing wrong with just watching, right?

as the engine to his car hums, toji finds himself in a devious act, clicking onto your feed and finding you displayed in your feminine bedroom. the videos on mute momentarily before he’s going full screen and turning his phone sideways. there you were, small and standing tall as the slip that barely clung to your body arose the more you moved. hips wide, thighs full, nipples taut and tits defying gravity. the strap on your right shoulder falls elegantly, your hair hoisted up by a claw clip and your brown skin radiating glow. the man openly groans from the sight, knowing you smelt so good.

“wait, i have an idea!” the cute tone of your voice blares through his phone, a smirk painting his stern features as he watches you scramble for something in your room, your slip riding up your ass. the hourglass shape of your body, to the pudge of your tummy . . he’s enamored.

he, and a thousand other people watch curiously as you lift the seven foot mirror that previously leaned against your closet door and position it on the floor at the edge of your bed. then, you’re digging into your bottom drawer for something else, toji catching a brief glance at the chat raving and thirsting from the view of your perky ass peaking out, a tiny birth mark under the left one. the cellulite in your legs that squish together from size, the stretch marks leading from beneath your ass cheeks down to the backs of your knees. so fucking soft.

“ta-da!” you wave the object in your hand courageously, an evil grin on your face as you show the crowd your confetti designed dildo, the brow on toji’s face raising. he almost wants to chuckle. you’re so silly, he thinks. watching you dance your way back towards the mirror where you hum a tune to yourself, swaying your ass in the air for dramatics before plunging your toy onto the center of the mirror so it sticks, watching it spring for attention.

“gonna pretend this is him, ‘till then. can’t wait any longer,” your hands slowly drift up your thighs to show your audience your bare pussy, hiding between those luscious thighs of yours. he wanted to suffocate his face there badly. what you say almost goes over his head. pretend who’s what?

toji ignores the flow of comments filling the chat, degrading you to some degree which he briefly clenches his jaw from, feeling somewhat protective. others praising you, acting like your cash pigs. pathetic, he thinks. he sees one comment in particular that makes the hairs on the back of his neck rise.

prinxxxspeach

aren’t you seeing him saturday? call him now to come help you girl!!

don’t fucking call me, angel. i’ll nut in my pants right now if i hear you say my name. he’s slightly amused that you spoke of him. is that why you went live so late? thinking about him? so pent up, and impatient, you had to just fuck it out your system? he’d fuck you a lot better than that lousy toy you had, that’s for sure.

you giggle from the comment, contacts still in your sockets so you can read what people are saying from afar.

“he can wait for me. he’s making me wait,” it’s like an old film camera flipping to the next scene, or maybe his mind had gone blank from your response because now, now you’re sinking your tiny pussy onto your toy after coating it with lube, the reflection of your cunt for all to see in the mirror. watching as this toy splits you apart, pretty folds swallowing it deep as you balance yourself on the tips of your toes. fully sitting and rolling your hips to adjust, your mouth falls wide and a whimper escapes.

“nng, s’so deep,” that voice of yours is going to get you in trouble. the broken moans you release as you lift your hips to grind and bounce, face falling forward to look at yourself, seeing someone other than yourself. your imagination begins to run wild, and you forget a cameras watching you, dainty fingers caressing the mirror before laying your palm flat, as if you’re choking him. biting your lip, you occupy your other hand by molding at your chest.

you uphold your balance well, clapping your ass down against the mirror now coated with your slick, pussy squelching ridiculously loud aside from your weak moans and desperate whimpers.

“fuuck,” your breath hikes, sounds broken and almost pleading, eyes rolling back as you collapse to your knees and lazily rock back on your idea of a dick. by this point, toji’s eyes are malicious, and his dick is hard in his slacks. shifting in his seat uncomfortably from what you’ve done.

“lemme see your face,” toji whispers in the air, the heat rushing to his cheeks. the things you do to him truly fascinating.

“g’na cuum, mmph daddy!” a high pitched squeal you let out stuns him, your hips shifting back and forth hurriedly. the flesh of your ass moving like water, and he’s in a trance. daddy? what the fuck are you doing to him? he wonders if you knew he was going to purposely join your live. already talking about him gave it away.

“c’mon, angel. show me,” the blood swells in his cock rapidly, tip damn near dripping with precum, unable to help but palm his heavy hand with it, humming and widening his legs.

“too-jii,” it’s faint the words you falter, a pathetic whimper followed by drool covered lips and a cute squeak. your body trembles from the depth of your orgasm, riding out your high and giggling cutely to yourself. to others, the words were inaudible. but to him, he knew exactly what the fuck you said.

the way you smile at yourself in the mirror, as if you’re looking at his fucked out face, you slowly upturn your head to bring it back to the livestream, a drunken, and dangerous grin on your face. never in his years of life had a woman made him gulp. to fear for what you’d do to him. how bad you’d break him, make him go fucking crazy. yearn for your pussy on his mouth.

you were fucking ethereal.

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of-fucking-course you’d be running late. you were supposed to meet toji at two and it’s two thirty. the location of c’est moi exactly twenty five minutes away from where you lived. you were close to the downtown area, not fond of parking down there but you’d drive faster than an uber can. you made sure to make toji aware of your lateness so he’s not getting the idea that you stood him up. never. not after the other day. you don’t know what happened, but your mind took over your body and you couldn’t help yourself. you only pray he didn’t see it, not expecting him to. it’s embarrassing now that you think back on it.

you manage to make it out of the house twenty minutes after, throwing on a simple white pleated cami dress with a ruffled hem, ruched bust, and pairing of olive green sandals that had tea rose shaded orchids clipped onto the forefront. a teri cherry printed coach bag tight on your shoulder after you sped sixty miles per hour towards the restaurant, finding parking and hurriedly making your way inside.

“hi, reservations for fushiguro. i’m extremely late,” as you approach the host, you make out the sight of the man you were here to see outside instantly. sitting alone sipping a cup of coffee. his side profile all you can see, that deep scar carved into the side of his mouth, his veiny hands big as he clutches the mug . . and your throat clogs up.

he’s fucking . . . big. fuck being nervous before, this made you want to run and hide and never show your face. he’s practically hunching over the table, making it appear smaller than it actually is. his hair is midnight black, his broad shoulders and muscles suffocating the sleek gucci button up he wore, a few undone, eyes studying his cellphone, awaiting your call. one thing about being a doctor, he’s learned to be patient. understanding your alarm forgot to go off, or rather you slept through it . . seemingly growing to become impatient. he needed to see your face now.

“right this way.”

your feet follow blindly behind the hostess, trying your best not to trip over your own feet, heart beating drastically against your ribcage. your palms are sweaty, feeling the warm breeze of spring air hit your skin as the hostess leads you outside to the table where toji resides. he sees you before you see him, the sun beaming on your skin not nearly as hot as your cheeks suddenly became when finally making eye contact. your right hand picks at the ends of your dress anxiously, toji taking a stand to welcome you like a gentleman. it’s like slow fucking motion the closer you approach him, and when you’re inches apart, you can see the stillness on his face. he doesn’t smile, his face is almost unreadable. not sure if he’s upset with you for being late, or he’s just not one for emotions.

“hi,” the hairs on your skin stand from the deep baritone of his voice, visibly swallowing as you stare up at him, height difference making you dizzy.

“hi,” you blink like an innocent doe. he’s hovering over you and the waiter whom sets the menu down on the table, his chest almost touching you as he comes around to pull your chair out for you to sit, finally getting so close to the point where he could breathe in your sweet perfume, the peony and white musk scent has him forcing down a groan. he’s staring intently at your backside, dark hair going to the middle of your back in wild curls, a bit frizzy due to the humidity outside.

“can i get you anything to drink, miss?” the waiter addresses you, politely waiting for toji to move out the way.

why is your entire body on fire? no man has ever had this affect on you. his aura exudes something sinister, overtly masculine even. “u-um, yes please. can i just have a frozen sangria?”

“of course, i’ll be back with that while you decide on your meal.”

“thanks,” you smile sweetly, trying your very best to avoid complete eye contact. once the two of you are alone, you build up the courage to look at him again. he’s seated once more, leaning back into his chair with a left arm resting over the back of the chair with his legs comfortably spread. he liked to do that a lot. his eyes are low, head adjusted somewhat to the left as he observes you.

“good to finally see you,” he’s the first to speak, again. that fucking voice of his; raspy and dominant. how are you supposed to carry out a conversation without folding?

“y-yeah,” you clear your throat, sitting up straight after shyly clamping your hands between your legs and trying to hide like a porcupine. “i want to apologize again for running late. out of all days my phone decides to not ring my alarm. i rushed here as soon as possible. i hope you weren’t waiting too long.”

his lips began to rise into a soft smile, and that eases your nerves. no one would notice you’d rush to get ready. so naturally pretty with your face glowing from rose water and petroleum jelly, hair brushed out, lashes only curled with mascara, lips lined with black liner and smothered with gloss while your prescription glasses sit on the bridge of your nose. too cute.

“sweetheart, no need for the sorry’s. i understand.”

he’s not mad, thank fuck. “kay,” you smile back, tucking pieces of flown hair behind your ear. “did you order yet?”

“was waiting on you,” he replied. “though i kind of lost my appetite. i’m craving something . . . else. so, order anything you’d like.”

that was surely a double meaning. now, you’re not so sure if you had an appetite anymore. you couldn’t bare to eat in front of this man right now. when the waiter came back with your drink, you downed half of it, toji chuckling from your anxiousness. you needed the liquid courage before uttering another word towards the man who watched you with motive, intention. the intimidation brewing from his body is corrupting you. you order a simple caesar salad, nothing too fancy.

“oh! i printed out the document we have to go over.”

toji’s eyes trail to your hands that reach for your purse, acrylic nails painted a peony pink pulling out your notebook stuffed with an arrangement of papers as well as a pen. “guess we can call it like an nda, affidavit . . whatever. i’m sure you’re aware of the obvious on why. um, we can discuss boundaries within the bedroom . . . things we will or will not condone. a safe word is a must. if you don’t feel comfortable showing your face i’d blur it out, but given i do livestreams most of the time that’ll be impossible. so i’d suggest a mask, which i’m actually in to so if that’s something you’re willing to do . . “

toji nods as you continue to ramble, carefully analyzing everything you say, though, his mind begins to drift elsewhere. he still couldn’t get that damn livestream out of his mind. killing himself these past two days just thinking about how fucked out he needed you to be, buried deep and crying underneath him. the cute expressions on your face when you moaned his name so publicly, as if you dared him to see. how desperately you fucked yourself on that pathetic toy of yours from the very thought of him. your whines, the illicit way you stared at your reflection in the mirror beneath your sculpture of a body you rolled seductively. he shifts in his seat, attempting to conceal the stirring of hunger within him as you continue to talk. he doesn’t need a fucking contract. he’d fuck you good and wouldn’t tell a soul.

his expression is firm yet tinged with a hint of something different this time . . anticipation. “why do you film content?”

the unwavering intensity in his gaze causes you to cut your sentence short, mouth forming an ‘o’ as you ponder on his question. was he even listening? “wha—what do you mean?”

toji chuckles. “i mean, why do you film? is it your main source of income? do you enjoy submitting to hundreds of people? does it make you feel confident, make you feel good? why?”

that should’ve been something you prepared yourself to answer. most of the guys you filmed content with didn’t have personal answers to ask, nor did they care. they were simply there to have a good time and go about their lives. you came into this situation thinking that’s what toji wanted as well. now you’re getting a gut feeling it’s more than that. or maybe you’re just an over-thinker. the whole point of making an account on hinge was to find better people to connect with for work, but most of them never got the job done, and you were tired of faking an orgasm and boosting a man’s ego. something about this one though, you can feel that he’s willing to worship you.

“well, i actually have three jobs. hairstylist during the day, which i’m growing to lose passion for. i’m good with pottery so i make little things and sell them. and then as for filming content . . . it’s fast money. the economy is shit right now. minimum wage jobs aren’t cutting it. rent prices are horrifying. i want to fund a new life for myself. to travel more, and just be a girl.”

toji smiles, admiring you.

“bali has been on my mind as a place to reside. it’s always been a dream of mine to be somewhere tropical. less breathing in polluted air and eating foods they pump full of hormones. mexico and puerto rico are also on the list. i really need to dip my feet in some sand or something. i don’t know. it’s also kind of sexually liberating to be in my own bubble and enjoy myself in that way. i do it for no one but myself.”

toji sits up in his seat, taking a piece of ciabatta and smearing softened butter onto the breadpicked up a slice of bread and smeared some butter onto it. “i think that moving to a place like that is a good idea. there’s a lot of bullshit in the world that’s hard to run away from. if you feel like it’s what’s best for your mental and emotional being, then go for it. you seem like you’ve worked real hard your entire life. you deserve a break.”

the heat in your cheeks rise as he leans himself closer, guiding the bread to your lips, waiting for you to take a bite. you smile softly, sitting up a bit in your chair before taking a bite. toji watches intensely as you moan from the taste.

“isn’t it much better when it’s given by someone else?”

“yeah, it’s good. real good,” you swallow, licking your lips to rid the breadcrumbs, reaching for your glass of wine to take another sip. “i have most of my savings in tact, so my plan is to be out of here by next year.”

the unadulterated pull between the two of you threatens to consume him as he stares at you, his body almost painfully yearning for your touch, your taste, your everything. toji can no longer resist. he reaches out and gently cups your chin, his fingers gently yet firmly tilting your face up to meet his smoldering gaze when you dared to look away. “how ‘bout you take me with you.“

the entire scene switches, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, filled with a raw mixture of lust and vulnerability makes you fall shamelessly into his trance. you feel your heart patter against your chest, scanning his entire face with small indications of panic, and excitement. you’ve been dying for his touch all week. you pray he’s as good as he looks.

“what’s the catch?” you breathe inordinately.

toji smirks. “we get fake married or something and change our identities.”

you shake your head at his joke. “i need to see a ring first, mister.”

“mhm, you look like a marquise kinda girl,” he tongues his cheek, in deep thought. “go to bali. i pay, you enjoy life.”

pairs of lips are mere inches away, toji ghosting his softly amongst your own, yours parting to follow. you feel like you’re in space, the feeling extraterrestrial. surrounded by depths of nothingness with only the two of you existing.

“i. . no, i can’t let you do that,” you shake your head dismissively.

“you deserve it.”

“you don’t know me.”

“good. that’ll be the perfect occasion for us to spend more time together,” he concludes, softly pecking your lips to coax you into giving him what he needed. you’re stunned, unsure what to say, or to think. so, he doesn’t make you think.

“fuckin’ kiss me,” his voice drops to a husky whisper, filled with a raw mixture of desire and vulnerability, eyes flickering from the plumpness of your lips to your eyes. “can’t wait any fucking longer.”

the heat of his breath mingles with yours as his lips brush against your own in a hungry, fiery kiss. his mouth devours yours with an intensity that borders on primal, each movement filled with a desperate need to taste and consume everything you have to offer. his tongue slips past your parted lips, eagerly exploring the depths of your mouth as if seeking to memorize every inch of you.

you were drawn in fully now and you didn’t think you’d be able to pull away even if you wanted.

within the moment of your passionate kiss, as toji’s rough hand trailed to grasp your throat, your waiter begins to approach with your salad, eyes widening as he noticed how deeply, and somewhat aggressively your make out session was. practically swallowing each others faces. deciding to mind his business and turn the other way. he’d come back in a few minutes. toji breaks the kiss abruptly, his eyes gleaming with a hint of reluctance.

“damn this table,” he mutters, his gaze shifting towards the barrier separating the two of you. his breathing is ragged, body practically trembling with pent-up need. even so, he manages to pull himself together enough to maintain some semblance of composure.

he’s left you breathless, feeling something in your chest you’d never felt before, this attraction for him otherworldly. your lips are pouted, hands bawled into little fists levitating in front of your chest, as if you were begging for him to come back. when he begins to rise to his feet, you wonder where he’s going, eyes coming into immediate contact at the bulge growing tight in his jeans. you swallow, shifting your gaze up to the tall man that hovers over you possessively.

“go home, send me the address. i gotta handle a few business calls then i’ll be there at eleven.”

you hadn’t noticed the way your teeth sunk into your lower lip as you give him those damn puppy eyes, as if you’re so fascinated by him, almost scared of him to leave right now. toji grabs the pen resting between your little pink book, signing his signature on the indicated line on the bottom of the page for your gratification. after, he’s fishing for the brown leather wallet in his pocket to place down a hundred dollar bill on the table to cover the tab and the waiters tip. then, he leans down, lips gently brushing against your forehead in a tender kiss that sends a shiver down your spine. he lingers just a moment longer, as if reluctant to let go.

“see you later, angel.”

finally, and with that, he steps back, his eyes lingering on your form for a moment before he turns and walks away, the sound of his heavy footsteps echoes in your ears, leaving you alone with your thoughts and a lingering sense of anticipation for the evening to come. starstruck entirely.

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a rush of arousal burned within you like wildfire as you lay in your empty bed, yearning for the man who's been gone for only a few hours now. caressing your collarbone while chewing on your lip, your phone rests in your palm, excitement brewing for twenty minutes now ever since he texted you to let you know he was on the way. a black baby doll is adorned on your soft skin. ruffle lace details at the neckline and hem with a satin waistband tie at the back into a cute bow. matching mesh g-string panty, and floral patterns along the bust and hip area.

you took the time to curl your hair, reminding yourself to actually put your contacts in this time. also keeping makeup to a minimum with just mascara, a bit of blush, and some strawberry chapstick. skin moisturized in baby oil and spritzed with miss dior. . . waiting. the camera’s set up across from your bed, trying to distract yourself by engaging in conversation with your viewers. the comments were raging about how impatient they were to see something, but how did they think you felt? you could barely walk out of that restaurant without feeling your legs shake.

he intimidated you beyond measure, and god knows what he’s going to do to you when he gets here. it’s a fear and form of greed you’d never felt before.

“my fucking hands are shaking,” you giggle anxiously, smiling to yourself and shaking your hands before dramatically breathing out.

as you waited, you did little things to keep your buyers entertained, showing your ass every now and then as you cleaned your room like a cute maid. call it foreplay. sitting on your knees now become uncomfortable, so you aim for lowering to your tummy and stretching your arms ahead of you, ass raised up. as soon as you get comfortable, your head pops up from the sound of heavy footsteps surrounding the small area of your home. it’s him. you’d hope, leaving the door unlocked so it’d be easier for him to enter.

“oh, fuck—y’all,” the anxiety is even worse now, mentally preparing yourself with steady breaths and shoving your face into the bed to scream happily. the emotions are bipolar. “he’s coming up.”

toji steps closer to your slightly cracked open door, pushing it open wide to see you. his demeanor nothing short of serious when he gets a good look at you, hearing you yap at your camcorder with his hands stuffed into his jean pockets. he rests his right shoulder against the frame of the door, staring at you, admiring. his boots hit along the floor the closer he gets to you, and that cute ass you had perched up. the lights in your room are dimly lit, citrus candles spread around and led lights from your vanity illuminating the area. the vibe is nice, he likes it. like he likes you.

you continue to speak to your livestream and pretend he wasn’t there, trying to ignore your heartbeat picking up. the tension is in the air. you tried to steady your breathing as you continue to ramble about nonsense; animal crossing, sims you wanted to recreate and purposely wicked whim them. anything to distract yourself from the sparks shivering through your body. you prod the inside of your cheek trying to bite back a grin when you finally feel his hands on your hips, eyes watching the chat go wild from the brooding man behind you. what makes it all the more hot is that he hasn’t spoken a word, feeling like an intruder. stalking, waiting.

“so yeah, i’m thinking about dying my hair red. i feel like my face is kinda full to have a silk press so i’ll look . . off? maybe p-pin ‘urls,” a wave of pleasure shocks through you when you feel him press the outline of his dick against your cunt, dragging you back to air-fuck you once or twice. a few times. for the tease of it. his fingertips lightly flowing along the curves and contours of your body, your hips being the most sensitive. gasping and twitching from the feel, the thong you wore barely shielding how wet you were.

your breath became heavier, and you found it harder to continue speaking. you felt like moans would slip out of if you continued to react to his touch, the heat between you two rising. you were drawn fully into him. the reaction from him gave you a confidence boost, a slick smile showing on your face. while his body speaks of his own growing need, he remains a silent observer, his intense gaze watching as you maintain, or try, your playful conversation with the camera.

“i gotta admit something,” you smile into your hair that falls angelically around the frame of your face. his form, silhouetted behind you, takes on an ominous yet seductive presence. even though he remains hidden from view, his yearn is palpable, eyes locked on you as if he could consume you with a single glance.

“i fucked myself thinking of him,” a jolt of electricity runs down toji’s spine as he recollects the image. a low, involuntary groan escapes his throat as his grip on you tightens. “those of you who don’t remember. it was really, really good.”

that’s the final trigger. in seconds, a rough palm strikes the flesh of your ass, causing the cutest squeak to emit from you. toji’s wrapping his other fist around the softness of your hair and pulling you back to his hard chest. his cologne is strong, enrapturing even. your hand reaches beside you to catch his wrist in your grip, feeling the coldness of his expensive watch while he’s busy locking your jaw still and pressing his lips beneath your ear.

“really?” the tone is condescending, and as you nod frantically, pushing your ass back to feel him more, all you can hear is the unraveling of his belt. slowly removing it, the sound of the leather rubbing against the buckle and his pants. the anticipation fills you at an alarming pace. “i knew that, angel.”

how? wait, did he fucking watch the live you made that night? your legs nearly go weak at the possibility, sheer embarrassment consuming you. he wasn’t meant to see that. yeah, you told him about it. but him seeing that, then having lunch with you like nothing happened is crazy work. he noticed you’re frozen, chuckling darkly behind you.

“relax, doll. i can pretend i didn’t, ‘n you can show me all over again.”

he grabs your wrists, pining them behind your back with a rush of power fueling him, crossed hands sitting on your ass.

“this okay, baby?” he scans the side of your face for approval, using the smooth leather to bond them together. you hum, lips bitten and nodding obediently.

the look on your face in the camera is so worth the thousands of views from people who were just as desperate as he was to see you submit. your hands wriggle to touch him, laying your head on his shoulder and biting your lip as his teeth graze from your shoulder, to your collarbone, and your neck. your body’s completely on fire, and he makes it worse when he gently shoves you forward to fall on your face, back arched and ass high for his view, and theirs.

toji stared down at you as you remained there, fully surrendering yourself for the taking. his larger body leans over yours, fingers grabbing your chin to force your mouth to open. toji brushes his lips along yours, your desperate mouth sinking into him, feeling that same spark you felt earlier during lunch in your chest. he deepened the kiss to give you what you wanted, easily reading you, his tongue ravaging your mouth with his waist grinding into the shape of your ass. the kiss is so wet it has you mewling like a cat in heat, losing your breath.

“give me a safe word, hm?” toji sucks on his lower lip, the arousal in his eyes ruining you. a heavy hand rubs circles on your ass before hitting it again, another cute sound leaving that pretty mouth you had.

brushing your cheek along your bed set, dark curls dancing around your face and a pout on your lips, you whimper, “strawberry.”

“mhm,” your stomach flips when you felt his hand drift between your inner thigh, toji’s tongue skidding over your lips the same time his fingers apply pressure to your clit, rubbing in circles after he pulls your panties to the side, your babydoll resting pretty on top of the rolls on your back. your fists are balled tightly in your restraints, widening your mouth to suck on his tongue before giving him a deep kiss. the image on your face is pure dizziness. acting like your fucked dumb while barely being fucked. he couldn’t wait to see you crumble.

you squirm under his touch, breath growing short and shaky, toji maintaining eye contact with you dangerously. he’s big on it, and it makes you shy, yet brave enough to endure it.

“you hear yourself, girl?” toji hisses, pecking your lips hard, his fingers coated with your slick the more he rubbed. you whine, arching your ass even closer to his hand. “you’re so needy for me, it’s cute.”

it’s ridiculous that you can’t even speak, him turning you into nothing but a whiny, whimpering sub. “you’re desperate for my touch, for my tongue.” he whispered, his voice growing even rougher as his own need grew.

“mmm, yes. need it so bad,” you pout, mouth gaping after he spanks your clit lightly. “fuck, please eat it, baby.”

“i will good girl.”

he didn’t hesitate for another second, sliding behind you with one knee pressed into the bed and his big hands holding you still, spreading your cheeks further apart and cussing under his breath from how fucking cute your pussy was. fat, and glistening in your juices, clit hiding between your folds giving him something to search for. “g’na fuckin’ kill me, angel. pretty fuckin’ pussy you got.”

you scoot up as much as you can, hands still bound behind your back, wanting to cry from the inability to move, but loving that he had you at his mercy. his hair covers his eyes and he’s submerged into you, pressing his mouth to your pussy in a sweet kiss, like he’s knocking politely, before running his thick, long tongue over you slowly. a groan resounded devilishly, toji lapping at your dripping clit, tongue hot and your toes can do nothing but curl.

he’s slow and deliberate, enjoying the sounds and reactions he was getting out of you as you writhed and quivered under his ministrations. your pussy and his mouth makes up the loudest voice in the room, so fucking sweet and wet he’s salivating over you. spanking you, taking his time to devour you as he swallows your cunt whole, tongue gliding from your clit all the way to your hole. occasionally dipping his tongue into you to fuck you like that. your eyes cross, a broken cry making him lose it.

“keep bouncing that ass back, baby. fuck, fuck my face, angel,” he’s hitting you again, and you can’t take it, shifting your thighs to roll your ass back onto his gorgeous face. you’re panting like an animal, jaw dropping as he keeps his mouth on your clit, sucking it hard and groaning into your cunt, the vibrations traveling up your spine.

“oh . . god, oooh god,” the gasp in your throat became high pitched, toji licking you faster when he sees you giving your utmost effort. continuing his onslaught on your sensitive clit, swollen and satiating his taste buds. his fingers dug into your thighs, lowering himself completely to sit on his knees before you, rocking you back on his face as he eats it, unrelenting. sucking, licking, slurping, drowning his tongue inside of you . . . damn, it’s fucking good.

“c-cumming,” he can barely hear you as you stuff your face into the bed, toji’s head bouncing as you settle your feet on his shoulders and rock back on his face even quicker, groaning. “don’t stop, don’t s-stop, babyyy.”

“mhm hmm,” he’s moaning into your pussy, kissing and tonguing you down until you finally burst, your hands in their constraint balling into fists, getting the chance to latch onto his black hair once he pushes you flat on your stomach to bury his face completely between your ass and thighs. “let it out, baby.”

his chin glistened from your juices, toji groaning the rougher you tugged at his scalp, dick jumping in his jeans he needed to unravel soon. when you cum, you do this thing where you squeal and gasp at once, and he swears it’s the cutest thing he’s ever fucking heard. lifting his face, he licks his lips proudly, wiping his chin and patting your ass to watch it shake in his palm. you were a lovely display beneath him, and he couldn’t help but feel a sense of ownership over you.

he reached down and traced a finger along the length of your trembling leg, his dominant presence still overwhelming. he brings his hand to the back of your neck which you arched into his touch, his eyes darkening at your silent plea. “you want more?”

“nn, yea,” a breathless giggle falls from you, toji dragging you to sit at your knees by the grip on your neck and around your chest with his forearm, back hitting his chest again, and your eyes come into contact with the camera, almost forgetting it was there.

“show them what i did to your pussy, angel. let them see how perfect you are,” toji whispers, tapping at your knees to help you sit on your behind.

“okay,” the words are small again, because that’s how he makes you feel. once you sit, you raise your knees to your chest, toji lifting your babydoll to show your soft tummy and the pink lights from your vanity mirror glowing on the angles and curves of your body. you look like the finest art.

it’s liberating seeing yourself like this, a sense of relief washing over you when he begins to unloose the belt, humming elatedly and arching into him, your periwinkle painted toes twinkling in the air playfully. toji laughs at you, your hand coming to your cunt to cover it out of fake shyness, rolling to lay on your side and giggling to yourself. you really did know how to play a role, or maybe you’re just naturally silly.

toji unfastened his button before drifting his zipper down, thick thighs spread and arms bulky as he kept them in fists into the bed, tilting his head in your direction as he sat beside you, body taking up half the bed. you sit on your knees next to him, your hands running across his stomach and lifting up his shirt, toji licking his lips when your nails delicately scratch at his hips. you moan when his hand comes into contact with your hair, your nails digging into the broadness of his thigh.

as he guided your head down, you could feel the heat coming off of his body. you could smell the unique scent of masculinity wafting off of him. the feeling of his fingers running through your hair sent tingles down your spine, his touch tender and affectionate despite his dominating demeanor. your chest fluttered when his thumb touched your lower lip, your breath stuttering and your body quivering, a heat rising in your core all over. you felt the need for him grow stronger, pulling your lip downward. he shifted his fingers and tilted your chin up further, exposing your throat and neck to him. then he leans over, his free hand coming up to cup the back of your head as his mouth latches onto your neck. pressing light kisses along the sensitive skin, his tongue grazing out and your skin pricks with fire.

“can’t stop tasting you,” he grunts, his lips and tongue on your throat licking hard, driving you insane with need. his hand holding the back of your neck in a possessive manner, keeping you in place as his mouth explored your sensitive skin.

“toji. .” your voice is weak, feeling your inner thighs drown in a puddle of your arousal. “wanna suck it.”

“i’m sorry, what was that?” he hums.

“don’t tease,” you roll your eyes and pout.

“mhm,” he lets out a little grunt as his eyes rake over you, his breath catching slightly as he stares at you. he runs his hand down to your waist, gripping fervently. “so pretty,” he murmurs.

“thank you,” you whisper, feeling a strong rush of affection for him. “you’re so handsome,” you say, your voice low and tender.

“g’na give it a good kiss, baby? real good?” he hisses, your hand pulling at his jeans to sit lower on his sharp hips, letting his dick free and watching it with a watered mouth as it sat against his tummy. heavy, thick, two veins protruding on either side. you fucking knew he was big. bless your intuition.

“yes, want it,” you plead.

a low growl escaped his throat. “show me you want it then,” he purrs, his eyes growing darker with desire and his grip on your hip tightening.

the salivation in your mouth gave you just what you needed to do the job, widening your mouth to accommodate his size, drooling over his dick as you pull him in as deep as you could to start. half of him enclosed by the warmth of your mouth and instantly toji moans from the feel, your cheek sucking in while you guide your head up and down, keeping your hands to yourself, one on his thigh for balance. your eyes are closed to focus, humming and dragging your mouth slow to make him feel it all. toji catches himself knocking his head back, pulling the sheets between his fingertips and scrunching his brows together, stomach caving in.

he can hear you slurp and suck at him needily, moaning around him and riding the air with your ass, spit gliding down to the base of his dick as your tongue sticks out to drag along the under of his shaft, bobbing your head and licking at him. something about giving him head in specific felt intoxicating. maybe it’s the sounds he makes; guttural yet whiny. the desperation begs to tug at his throat, shifting his hips blindly and cussing under his breath. eventually, his fingers find their way back to your scalp, toji sitting up and entangling both hands into your hair, face curated in pleasure with eyes wired shut and a gaped jaw.

“shit, ꒰♡꒱. that’s fuckin’ good, doll,” toji grunts, your moans around him encompassing him to briefly detangle a hand to spank against your ass in clear indulgence. “damn.”

your hand couldn’t help but travel to touch him, wrapping your hand around the base of his dick to stroke your hand according to the pace your mouth drags. that gravitational wave in his abdomen hit, a deep ‘your suckin’ it so good’ fleeing from his mouth followed by another harsh spank and a steady tug at your scalp to push you down only enough to follow your rhythm. when he hits the back of your throat, you force yourself to hold him there for a few seconds, purposely constricting your throat to hear him moan for you again, and again. his sounds addicting.

toji chuckles from how good you’re doing, raising your head to breathe before swallowing only the tip while stroking the remainder, your salvia being enough lubricant to quickly move your wrist. twisting and tugging while keeping it mostly on the head of his cock, the sensitive spot your toy to play with as you give teasing kitty licks, two hands covering him now.

picking your head up momentarily, you stare into his eyes with your siren ones, low and dangerous. pulling at his dick while you bite your lips before kissing him, mewling when he shoves his tongue into your mouth, pulling your body closer by your ass, the other grabbing the side of your face he practically swallowed into his own. the kiss is feverish, something straight out of a movie. he’s highly infatuated with you, tasting himself off of you with the mixture of yourself. toji sucks on your lower lip, and you find yourself positioning your thigh over his to sit and grind on his leg. you had enough of the foreplay, you needed him to fuck you.

“fuck me,” a whimper escapes, pressing your body down harder onto him, hand still stroking at him, that fucking voice of yours driving him mad. he doesn’t think he’ll last if you keep it up. “toji. . . toji.”

“stop begging,” he shuts it down quickly, the sound of his boots hitting the floor as he kicks them off exciting you. of course you couldn’t hide the smile, feening innocence as you pet at his jeans to help him remove them.

he's only in his black shirt now, your eyes following how his muscles swallowed the material, showcasing every sharp cut of his upper body. he made you dizzy, truly. that slit on the side of his mouth curving with his mouth as he smirks at you for getting lost in your cute little dream land.

“focus, love,” toji reels you back in, his hand on your lower back to arch your chest into his, dragging you to straddle him. if he could see the blush on your face he’d see that you were red as a tomato, his dick sitting right beneath you and you can’t help but shudder. “need you to lift your hips, help daddy out.”

“kay,” you nod like a damn bobble head, laying your hands on his shoulders and balancing yourself on your tippy toes, wrapping your arms around his neck for extra security. toji’s large arm his thrown around your waist to keep you locked to him, both of your body heat scorching.

he catches a hold of his dick, pumping it twice before he’s rubbing the fat tip against your drenched opening, collecting your flow before a soft gasp emits past your lips when you feel him gently enter, sinking you down carefully, little by little. the sensation from the stretch is . . like a fantasy. your foreheads are touching, breaths mingling as he removes his hand to balance the two of you on the bed, leaning back somewhat for your comfortability.

when you think he’s fully apart of you, that thought is knocked down the minute he utters, “c‘mon, girl. you gotta lot more to take.”

“oh my god,” the shock is out of, well, shock. he feels really good already, it’s gonna be hell if you handle any more. embedding your nails into his clothing, chin resting between the crook of his neck while you ground your ass back to make it easier for him to slip completely in. the two of you groan in sync, toji’s arm tightening around your waist from how tight you felt.

the more you rock, slow, steady, it fucks the both of you up. holding tightly onto one another while toji lets you take your time, the heavy breathing and hearts beating rapidly is fucking poetic. one might call this act making love. once you drop your ass entirely, that pressure in your sweet spot causes you to scream out softly, losing balance and sitting on your knees, holding onto him with an unexpected whine.

“shit, baby, you alright?” he’s immediately checking in on you, bringing you up and make eye contact, hands holding either side of your face and scanning for signs. pushing away the fact that you’re convulsing around his dick and trying his best not to fuck you hard. yet, at least.

again, you can’t even speak. your mouth is wide open, nodding and breathing heavily, shifting your hips and grind onto him, flexing your ass when you arch your back deeper before lifting halfway and slamming yourself down. toji chokes, face copying yours as he grips onto the sheets and places his arm back around you, helping you lift yourself.

“you feel . . really good, baby. stuffing me full,” you moan, toji grunting and yanking you up and down faster, losing his patience now. it blew out the fucking window the minute he slipped inside you. he fixates on the sound of your pussy sliding and swallowing his dick, the slick making his tongue water for the taste all over. you’re so fucking sweet it’s insane.

“yeah?” he lets out a low, guttural groan and grips your hips even harder, his breaths coming out in deep gasps. “fuck me like you fucked that toy, thinking of me.”

that makes you smile, that insecurity of him seeing that video earlier disappearing as you take both of your small hands and wrap them around his throat, using your weight to push his body so he falls onto his back, his hands cupping the curves under your ass cheeks. toji usually isn’t one for submission, but he’s been thinking for a while about trying new shit, and a pretty girl like you choking and fucking him was only the start. you see the look in his eyes, and you feel heat sweltering inside of you even more, relishing the fact that you are the one in control, applying more pressure to his neck, loving the way his breath hitches.

“you want me to fuck you just like that?” you lick your lips and grind teasingly, the dangerous swirl of your hips making his head sink further into the bed.

“want you to fuck me like that, angel. gimme a show.”

and you won’t deny his wish. positioning yourself back on the tips of your toes, his hands are smoothing underneath your thighs, clutching on either sides as you with his eyes going dark, his hips bucking. he can barely string a thought together, his mind completely consumed by the sensations you’re sending through him. your pussy takes it all while you pounce your body above him, rolling your waist each time you dip your ass down and meet his thighs.

“fuck, you feel so good,” he grunts, his voice thick with pleasure, eyes never leaving yours before his voice rasps out, “keep going. fuck me for real. like you want it. it’s yours.”

you let out a strangled gasp, body jerking and mind almost slipping away, the pleasure he’s giving you overwhelming and consuming you completely. his hands on your body clench harder, the warmth from his body on yours killing you.

“just like that,” his hands move at their own possession now, slamming down on your ass repeatedly to bruise your skin, the hits vibrating straight to your clit and it’s making you drunk. your eyes scroll back into your skull, his appraisal driving you to work for it faster.

“t-toji, i’m so wet for you,” you gasp in shock from the slickness between you two. “look what you did to me. you slide in and out so easily.”

“f-fuck, doll. you’re killing me talkin’ like that,” he lets out a strangled gasp at your words, voice ragged and eyes filled with need. “you like it that much, baby?”

“y-yes!” a squeal sounds from you, bouncing heavier than before, your voice getting caught in your throat from the impact. you clutch any part of his skin you can grab, losing yourself in the way he fills you. “i love your dick, baby. makes me feel prettier.”

hazy eyes filled with pleasure admire your features, fucked out already when he still has so much he wanted to do to you. give you what you deserve. a smirk tugs at his lips, sitting up and leaning in close, missing the skin contact. his voice low and rough as he says, “you look prettier when you’re sitting on my dick.”

“yeah,” you drunkenly nod. “s’mine.”

toji raises a brow with amusement. “it can be yours. when you cum on it real hard.”

wanting him even closer to you, you keep only one hand around his neck, placing the other on his forearm and pressing your chest to his entirely as you gyrate your hips and tease his neck, hovering over his skin with your mouth and teeth before you leave little love-bites on his skin. toji guides your hips in a circular motion, the simple switch up making you gasp and whine into his ear, hitting that spot repeatedly.

“god, baby,” you feel his guidance, his grip on your hips firm as he moves you. you ride against him, the friction on your clit making you whimper weakly, his deep voice in your ear making your body shake, feeling another orgasm develop. “i love it. s’fucking me so good.”

“see you movin’ just like you did for me on that mirror,” he wraps his hand around your neck, squeezing firmly. your eyes lock, yours clouded by arousal, his with an agenda. “fuckin’ yourself like that . . ima fuck you real bad for that,” toji hissed, swiping his tongue across his lower lip before aggressively smacking your ass. “i feel that fuckin’ pussy squeezing me tighter. if you’re g’na cum then do it on me. gush all on it.”

the more your body reacts to his praise, and sprinkles of degradation, the faster your orgasm approaches you, washing over you hard as your body spasmes from the intensity of it. your teeth sink into his shoulder as you scream, riding out your high, squeezing hard on his arms. toji kisses your temple, keeping you close as he falls back and lays on his side while turning you to face your camera you’d both forgotten about, still did.

“you did so well,” the kisses continue around your face while your brains on autopilot, his hand clasping around your neck as he presses his hot chest against your back. his kisses are so aggressive it makes you feel small and wanting to obey. you jump when he spanks you, moaning weakly into your shoulder with your arms halfway hanging off the bed.

toji goes lift your right leg to adjust himself behind you, dick achingly hard and covered in your juices, slipping back inside of you fully before angling your knee towards your tummy, keeping a hand locked under the bend of your knee, your skin smooth to the touch. you smell good too. everything about you besotted him. your hand touches his face, tugging it closer to the point where his nose smushed against your cheek, dark hair clouding your eyesight as his big frame overtakes yours.

“you’re gonna kill me,” you whisper, eyes focused on each other, a giggle creeping up.

“not you,” he whispered back, rolling his waist back and forth, grinding deeper into you. the plush of your ass molding against his sharp hips. his lips brush on your neck as he kisses and nibbles at your sensitive skin. your hands roam over your body, touching and exploring every inch of yourself as his lips trail down your collarbone, darkly watching as your hand presses on your clit. “her.”

as he possessively holds you in place, he’s prepared you enough before he’s fucking you hard, knocking the wind from your throat completely. a hard gasp falls past your lips as toji slams his hips against your ass, knitting his brows together, squeezing his eyes shut while his mouth falls open. the utter silence both of your voices held at the moment was more powerful than the rough interaction of your skin. your eyes a ghost white as he pounds his dick into you hard. when a noise is made, it’s from equal parts, syncing your eager moans.

“ooh, fuck baby. you’re taking it,” he huskily whispers into your ear, his words punctuated by the way he continues to move into you. “sucking me so deep. m’not going nowhere.”

“to-ji,” his name is broken down by the harsh pounds he fucks you with, whining and moaning in his entrapment. your vision gone. “i love the way you fuck me. you fuck me so good.”

he fucks like he’s not letting up, his body pushing you deeper into the mattress, the grip around your neck remains tight, the feeling of his ownership only growing more intense. his body is hovering over yours now, digging deep as he can to fuck you real good, to make himself feel it all. your body remains to the side, only half twisted as he drops your leg and pushes his weight into you so your stomach is close to grazing the bed.

“s’too much, fuck . . i, i—” the words are caught in your throat from the overstimulation. breathing heavy, tears begin to fill your sockets, whining his name loudly in his face like you’d lost your mind for good this time. this pleasure was something you hadn’t felt in a long time. it’s everything you needed and more.

toji shushes you, kissing your nose as he grips your face, big hand almost covering it whole. “you like when daddy takes control? you like when he tells you what to do?”

toji will admit, you’ve got him fucking spent. it’s been a long time since he’s had a woman submit and cry under him, and you do all those things well. the gorgeous image on your face, to the salacious movement of your body. the softness of your skin and the equal relation of your voice. capturing and captivating him. you’d think he was on drugs the way he was talking. high off his ass from your pussy. his lips gently brush over your ear. your eyes flutter, his voice attacking your clit, and you swear it makes it gush even more, soaking the sheets underneath your ass. “when he makes you his? you like being my good girl, pretty?”

he knows you can’t speak anymore, but you’re still interactive with your body language. the slur of your nonexistent words to the way you try to roll your ass back to fuck him back . . but he’s got you trapped. even the tears falling down your face from overwhelming pleasure. he knows you’re okay, asking for a safe word prior for your protection. you’re a big girl, he knows you can handle it.

“nnng,” you can’t stop trembling, gasping for air and sobbing in his face. toji places his forehead on yours, looking into your eyes and nodding, cooing. you are fucked dumbed. toji hisses, hitting your ass and pausing momentarily to look between where you two collide, an ‘oh my god’ faltering out. he’s as gone as you are.

“you so fuckin’ creamy, girl,” toji drags out a frustrated hum, getting annoyed by how good your pussy is. you’re going to become a problem.

“please,” you don’t even know what you’re saying it for. do you need him to stop, do you want more, or are you just completely fucked out you’re saying anything that’s coming to your head? that butterfly feeling is back in your stomach, as well as a foreign one near your clit, knowing exactly what’s going to happen. “toji, m’ g’na c-cummm. oh my god, babyy.”

your hiccups and sobs only urge him to fuck you even harder, loving how the breath literally jumps out of your throat in shock.

“cryin’ on this dick. fuck, you got me going crazy,” he really doesn’t want to cum yet, he needed to fuck you in every way imaginable. but he knows you need a break, to breathe for sure. he wanted to edge himself so that when he finally came, it’d be the best fucking orgasm of his life. your moans are clawing at his soul, so filthy and dulcet. you’re making it really fucking difficult to obtain that.

toji finds himself slamming his palm over your mouth to bury them in a way, but you’re so damn loud it’s getting to him. ‘fuck fuck fuck’ he’s cussing repeatedly in a whispered hush as he fucks you as hard he possibly can. his hand doesn’t even work, because you’re consuming him wholly and the minute he feels that build up, he pulls out to cum and you’ve drenched the sheets as you squirt. an almost blood curdling scream surrounds the room, your body rapidly trembling as your mouth falls open in utter shock, gasping, whining, whimpering, moaning his fucking name while he moaned yours. toji nutting up the entire side of your body, wrist twisting as he holds you body still, mouth drawn open.

his hand reaches over to unclamp your legs, heavy hand rubbing your pussy to stimulate you further, your back arching and head sinking into your pillow, crying out. he watches your hand flail to grip his wrist as your wetness continues to spurt out of you like water.

“strawberry!” toji listens to you weep, choking on your cries and pleads. finally having enough.

“holy s-shit,” you’re laughing while also trying to catch your breath, not believing that just happened. he can tell by the shock in your face that you’ve never had it happen before, or that much.

“damn,” he laughs along with you, smacking your outer thigh before smashing his lips to yours in a deep kiss, gliding your tongues together while his hands massaged every part of your body after allowing you to lay on your back. caressing and soothing you to calm you down. “gonna grab a rag.”

you pout when he goes to stand, already missing the disconnect as you lay empty on your . . messy bed. absolutely disgusting you two, hawk puth! one things for sure, you can’t keep that wide ass smile off your face. he comes back into the room, one of your pink towels wrapped around his midsection covering up that demon of a dick he carried. toji smirks down at you, grabbing your ankle and tugging you down to the edge of the bed before he’s taking a warm rag that smelt of your dove beauty bar to wipe what he painted on you. you swallow your lower lip into your mouth, watching with hooded eyes as he drags the rag sensually along ever part of your skin. you flinch when it comes to contact with your cunt, toji kissing your inner thigh with a ‘sorry’. he admires the curves of your body even more, kissing your ankle adorned with a silver anklet after he finishes.

“how you feeling?” he asks.

“i’m more than perfect.”

he hums. “you’re something else.”

“i was good?” you ask seriously, batting your lashes shyly.

toji stares at you as if you’re deadass. “don’t do that. you know you were. you didn’t hear me? i fuck you deaf?”

that makes you roll your eyes, but not before giggling. “hate you.”

“you won’t after i tell you i got chinese in the kitchen,” he winks, the light in your eyes making his heart swell. “c’mon, sexy.”

you sit up, gasping. “i knew i fucking smelt that shit when you came in. i thought it was outside!”

“nah, i realized i didn’t eat shit at the restaurant earlier so i decided to get us both something. did you even eat your salad?”

“i did, had to after you dropped a whole hundred,” you shake your head. “how’d you know i liked chinese?”

toji blinks. “baby, we literally talked half of this week. for hours. i have good memory.”

that slip of a nickname outside of sex warmed your chest, burying your face in your hair to hide your shyness. “you’re right.”

“don’t hide now, i’ve seen it all,” he chuckles, tickling the bottom of your foot.

“oh, whatever!” you chuck one of your plushies at him, half of them had fallen to the floor. toji gets up to grab your robe he saw hanging on the bathroom door, draping it around you as you stood.

he kisses your forehead and you walk ahead of him into the kitchen, screeching when he hit and gripped your ass, the two of you forgetting about the livestream altogether as you warmed up the food, poured a glass of wine and reminisced about what just happened.

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Guilty Pleasure

✟ Author: orshii

✟ Pairing: Choi San x female reader

✟ Word count: 4,6 k

✟ Warnings: cursing, suggestive

✟ Summary: You go back to your hometown for the summer vacation, not expecting the small town's priest to be a total eye candy. But he seems to be hiding dark secrets underneath his holy façade.

Will you find out the truth?

✟ A/N: *coughs in embarrassment* Uh so...I think I really went insane if I wrote this, there's no way back anymore haha. I really do feel guilty, but then I'm not, cause you'll see. *wink* To be honest I don't know what is this, I just got inspired in the church bruh-- I can't with myself, I'mma just go dig myself haha let's go. Anyways, enjoy I guess. Actually part 2 is out

My day started off boring, as usual. It was a holiday, so I went back home to the town I grew up in to visit my parents and relatives. I really needed a little break from work and from the adult life, which came out of the blue. I didn't really have time to ponder in my life choices as I finished University. I moved away to a big city to start working as an English teacher. It was very new for me, and very tiring, so, I deserved a little break as the summer vacation finally came and I could come home to rest a little before returning to my chaotic, big city life.

We were sitting in church with my parents and my brother, Wooyoung, as it was Sunday. My parents were mostly religious, and so, I had no other choice but to tag along with them. I can’t say I'm not religious myself, it’s just that I tend to give in a lot of times to the vicious temptations, to the guilty pleasure that consumes me like venom. My brain gets consumed by vices, and it takes a lot of time to find the cure to treat myself with. I learned to believe in myself, instead of God, after I had too many disappointments in life. I prayed for help, but it never came my way. So, I have decided that I'm better off on my own, believing in my own strength and whatever hardships life throws at me I will be able to overcome on my own, instead of believing in a God and waiting for guidance and to be saved.

People started filling inside the church as silence settled upon the hall, the priest coming out to stand in front of the altar. It was the moment I suddenly forgot how to breathe. My mouth fell open as slowly I leaned towards Wooyoung.

"Okay, since when did our old and dusty priest become a young and handsome one?" I whispered to my brother, surprised. The last thing I could remember, as I came here ages ago, was our priest looking like a cute grandpa. This priest on the other hand, was the complete opposite of the lovely old man.

He was tall with his body hidden underneath his black long vestment, but even that couldn't hide his broad shoulders, which could be compared to mountains. Wait a minute…since when were priests buff?

Am I in another universe, suddenly? What am I seeing? Why is he so handsome with his black framed glass?

His black hair was whipped back carefully, little strands falling to his forehead. And his face?! Oh my God, literally, I have never seen more beautiful features likes his before. His jawline was as sharp as a knife, his cat-like eyes watching the people whom came here to hear his wise words, that came from his pretty, almost cherry red, lips. I was very enraptured by this man and I felt very guilty for checking him out for thousands of reasons; one, I was sitting in church and these thoughts were very inappropriate; second…he was a freaking priest, which implied that he was the most innocent human being on earth, he can't even look at girls, let alone do even as much as touch them. My eyes fell on his hands, which were holding the Bible, his palm spreading out underneath it with the veins on his hands showing. I couldn’t control my thoughts as I imagined his long fingers tracing down my neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

Wooyoung chuckled quietly, "He’s a newbie. Just got here a month ago, but everyone is all over him already." My brother's voice brought me back to reality as I shook my head to clear my mind of the embarrassing thoughts.

"My dearest brothers and sisters…" The priest started speaking, his low voice sending shivers through my body. The white rosary around his neck was on full display.

From then on, all I could see were his beautiful face and lips, which moved with each smoothly spoken word. I couldn't take my eyes off him; he was like a magnet and I was the iron being attracted to it. It was silent around me; all I could hear was my own quick heartbeat. Just until he started preaching. Suddenly, his soft voice reached my ears and everything just made sense.

"God is here to help you, even in times when you turn your back on him. He watches you still; he protects you still. But he can't protect you from everything. Bad things need to happen in your life so you learn from them, squeezing every lesson out of it so that you can stand up again with your head held high. People make mistakes, and that is what makes us human. Just imagine if God protected you from all bad things, not letting you make any mistake. You’d think that your life was perfect…" He paused so the people would consume what he’s said as he looked around, watching the people in front of him, who were looking up at him like he was God himself. As he was looking around, his eyes suddenly locked onto mine and watched me sharply. I couldn't breathe, "…but the reality is, no one can be perfect, because nothing is perfect. If everything were, life would be boring…we learn from the mistakes we make, because sometimes there's no one behind our back, just ourselves, to keep us going. This is the purpose of God. He gives you lectures in these alone times, so that you can learn how to be your own best friend, so you can love yourself before you love someone else. This is the reason we shall never turn our back to God, he gives us hope and brings us the light. Amen." His eyes were on mine all the while he spoke, and I was stunned. My heart raced like hell; those words felt like they were aimed right at my heart. It reminded me of my old self, who never loved herself, not even for a short period.

I was still mulling over the priest’s speech in my mind as we stood outside the church, when suddenly I saw him standing in front of my family, still holding the Holy Bible. He was smiling at my mother as if they knew each for ages, his dimples showing on both of his cheeks, his eyes turning into crescents. I seriously needed to get my shit together.

"Is she your daughter, who moved away, Mrs. Jung?" He looked at me curiously.

"Yes, she is. Come here." My mother motioned for me to get closer as if I was still twelve years old.

The priest came closer to shake my hand, "I don’t think we’ve met before; my name is Choi San. I'm the new priest." He said with a soft tone as his face beamed with nothing but kindness.

I shook his hand, "Nice to meet you, I'm Jung Y/N." I slightly smiled at him, feeling a little embarrassed due to the thoughts that went through my mind during his service.

We were staring at each other; his hands still haven’t released mine as if the both of us were stunned into sculptures. My mother's voice pulled us back to reality, and San nervously coughed into his palm. What was that?

"My daughter teaches English to little kids in the nearby big town, she just graduated a year ago." My mother said proudly, her palm patting my back with a smile.

"Oh, that is a very great job. It needs a lot of patience, I assume." He seemed genuinely interested.

"Ah, yes, it's a miracle when the kids sit in one place. It's demanding and tiring, but I like it." I smiled at him, trying to seem mature.

"Hang in there, you’ve got this. I can imagine you as a teacher, it fits you well, and I'm sure you are good at it." I didn’t know if I was simply imagining it, but his smile dissapeared for a second as he was glared at me with sharp eyes. I swear to God, he looked like an animal full of desire. And for priests, desire was the last thing they were allowed to feel.

Days later I found myself sitting in a pub, next to San. I can't believe I'm saying this, but the night lead us somehow here, sitting at the bar and talking about anything and everything.  

The night started off with me going out with my childhood friends to drink something, because we have missed seeing each other. We went to a pub called Silver. The bar could be linked back to our childhood as a playground lay in its place instead back then, when we were mere kids. How fun life was, a place where we used to play as kids now was a place where we got drunk until we blacked out. At least my friends managed to do that, I was still hanging on. My friends had drunkenly rested their heads on the table where we initially sat at.

So, I had texted their husbands to ‘come collect their women’. They had come after them as all of my childhood friends had someone, except me. One of my friend’s told me that they were going to take me home. The night was wild, I could barely see, but somehow as I was looking around the bar, my jaw fell open as I saw someone. That someone being Choi San, the priest himself. He was sitting on a barstool, his back facing me. He was wearing a black turtleneck, broad shoulders on full display, which curved into a tiny waist. I was shocked over the fact that he was hiding a body like that under the black vestments. So, I told my friend that I would be staying for a little longer.

I had stumbled next to him as he sat by the bar, "Since when do priests drink alone in a pub?" I asked frowning, the words coming out of my mouth a bit slow. Giving him a closer look, the black turtleneck was tight against his thick neck, a silver necklace with a big cross reached between the middle of his pectorals, which were big. The black turtleneck he wore was tucked inside his elegant black pants. He looked like a God, but not a good one.

He looked at me a little surprised, his lips curving into a smile when he saw it was me,

"Is it set in stone that priests can't drink alone in a pub now?" One glass of whiskey was casually sitting between his fingers.

I frowned at that, feeling a little dizzy, "I mean…I guess not?"

He chuckled watching my face as I pouted at the realization, "You are cute." His smile never dissapeared.

I frowned again, analyzing his face, "Can priests say such things as well?" It was just weird; I spoke without thinking first.

San started to laugh at that loudly, his laugh was so soft it melted my heart. As he laughed, he raised his open palm up to his mouth, a golden ring decorating his index finger, his eyes formed into crescents as he looked like a cute cat, "So, do you think priests can't say anything at all? That they can't even look at cute girls like yourself?" He stopped laughing and leaned a little closer to my face, his voice low with bass.

My cheeks heat up from his closeness. What was he doing again? The man sitting in front of me was the world's biggest question mark, he acted very suspiciously. I leaned backwards, away from him as he looked at me with his sharp eyes, eyeing me up and down.

"Are you really a priest?" I folded my arms over my chest, looking at him suspiciously.

"Of course, I am." He smiled at me again with that adorable smile, which wasn't on his face mere seconds ago.

"You don’t act like it." I said leaning towards the counter to ask for some water from the barista.

"You didn't like my service on Sunday?" He asked, analyzing my face.

"I did, you said some wise words, I must admit." I said as I opened the water bottle to drink. As I drank, I felt his gaze fell on my neck, watching me as I gulped the water down. Chills ran through my body.

"C'mon, I'll take you home." He said, standing up.

"You were sipping whiskey minutes ago, are you crazy?" I said while looking up at him, as he stood next to me.

"Priests can drive while drinking, so come on, you are a bit drunk. I have to take care of the locals, as a priest." He said with a smile, his voice soft as a light breeze while he offered his hand for me to take.

I just looked at it, and after a few seconds of pondering, took it. He grabbed my hand firmly, and lead me out of the pub.

The summer night was a little cold, as clouds hid the stars above us, and the breeze sent shivers down my body.

"Are you cold?" San stopped, putting his hand on my back to caress it.

Okay, this was starting to get very weird. I just wanted to go home.

"I'm okay, just want to go home." I replied, trying to distance myself from him.

He silently led the way towards his car, which was an old black Dodge with some silver framing on the windows. Okay, he was a rich priest then, I guess.

The way towards my home was silent and a little uncomfortable. I just wanted to get away from this weird situation, away from him, because the longer I was with him, the stronger I wanted to give into the biggest sin trap. That being the realization that I started feeling attracted to a fucking priest.

When he stopped the car, I was ready to get out, but when I reached for the handle, it did not open. I looked at San frowning.

"Oh, sorry, it needs more pressure to open, this thing is as old as my grandpa." He slowly leaned towards me, reaching his hand out towards the handle. His face was close to my own, there wasn't even an inch between us. He cracked the door open, but his face remained close, and I was so stunned I couldn't move my limbs to get away from him. My heart was racing, I was terrified he might hear it. Then all I could see was him leaning closer, towards my cheeks, and he pecked it softly, like a feather.

"Good night, darling." He whispered into my ear. I could feel his hot breath against my cheek, which melted into my skin, not even letting my body process it. He leaned back in his seat and pretended like nothing had happened. I swear to God, I believed I imagined the whole scene.

When I came to my senses, I quickly scrambled out of the car and speed-walked towards my house, leaving him there without a word.

I might be going insane, but I just couldn't process what happened. This man was a whole mystery, there was no way a priest would act like this, at least not a real one.

My suspicions started getting valid as on some days, when I was walking home from the summer school I was teaching at, I accidentally saw our precious priest in casual clothes, which was opposite of what a priest would wear. For example, I saw him one time in ripped jeans and leather jacket, was it what priests wore these days? He was always with some guys as they seemed to be doing some business. The first time I saw him, I wasn't sure if it was really San, but when I spotted him the second time as well, I was sure it was him. And I couldn't believe he fooled a whole fucking town with his sweet and innocent act of a priest, one everyone adored. But the truth was that he was a fucking menace, lying left and right, pretending to be someone he wasn’t. I didn't know what was going on, but I wanted to find out. There was no way I was going to let him continue fool the whole town. I wanted to get some evidence so that he would be kicked out and punished, so that he wouldn’t get any more innocent people into trouble.

So, I started following him around. I saw him on days when he completed his priest duties, visiting families, going to church, holding services. He did his job well, his acting was very convincing, everyone believed it. But during the night? He disguised himself very well, so that I wouldn’t really understand what was happening, but I knew he was meeting with some sort of gang on some nights, giving money over to them for something in exchange.

One evening, as I was following San through an alley, he had reached the end of it. He had just turned left, so I followed after him. But when I turned left as well, I couldn’t see him. I looked around, frowning as I wondered where he could have gone so fast, when suddenly, all I could feel was being pushed against the cold brick wall, fingers crawling around my neck, holding me still. I opened my eyes, which I had closed from the sudden impact. I came face to face with San's furious expression as he looked down at me. His hair fell into his eyes and they looked deadly, sharp.

"Had a good time following me, darling?" His voice was low, like a furious thunder. When he tilted his head, he looked like a psycho. His leather jacket had tightened around his biceps as he squeezed my throat. The same cross was still around his neck, just like at the pub.

"Who the fuck are you?!" I looked up at him, words hardly coming out of my mouth as his hand was still around my throat.

"Stop sticking your nose into everything, and just go home!" He raised his voice a little and loosened his hand just barely around my neck.

I took that as an opportunity, and grabbed his hand, just to tear it off my neck, "What the fuck San? Are you insane? Stop fucking fooling everyone, and get the fuck out of here!" I shouted at him; I was shacking from anger that boiled inside me.

"You have no idea what is going on, so please, just go home!" He started calming down a little as he looked behind his back from time to time. He was acting even more suspicious.

"Then tell me what this is. Cause I'm so fucking conf—" I was interrupted by an ear cracking breaking sound, followed by a loud engine.

"Fuck, they are here." San quickly grabbed my wrist and pulled me along, running out of the alley to his black Dodge, that was parked on the sidewalk, waiting for us patiently.

"What the fuck is happening?" I said as he opened the passenger seat's door, and pushed me down into the seat.

"Just sit in the car, Y/N, there's no time for questions. We have to get away from here." He closed the door with a loud thump and ran towards the other side of the car, just to sit behind the wheel and ignite the engine to life.

My heart thumped like crazy, I didn't understand what was happening. All I could see was San driving like a maniac, checking the side mirrors all the time as I saw a big black Jeep following after us madly. San geared up and pushed the gas pedal to the hilt, we were almost flying. The engine threatened to jump out of the bumper from the sudden speed. We were on the highway, a lot of cars around us, but San very quickly dodged all of them. We sped past them like lightning, just for San to suddenly swerve right and get us onto a lane leading away from the highway, then he swerved right again, then left. I lost the direction we were going in, all I could see was the black Jeep that chased us now having disappeared into the cold, and scary, night. San hadn’t stopped yet, he was driving us far away from our little town. I was terrified to speak up, I just knew this was going to be the end of me. All because I'm stupid and I can't sit on my ass and mind my own business. All because I just had to follow a fucking priest, who wasn't even a priest.

After having driven for half an hour in deafening silence, we finally stopped in front of a big mansion. I looked up at it through the windshield. So, this was going to be the location of my murder? I guess it would be fine, right? At least it's a nicer place to be killed at.

I couldn't look into San's eyes, but I felt him staring at me. My body was still a little shaky from the sudden adrenaline, I tried to calm down myself and accept my ridiculous fate.  

"Hey, Y/N?" San spoke up after minutes of being in the silent and dark car. I guess he was waiting for me to calm down, and for himself as well.

I still couldn't look into his eyes as tears flooded in my eyes, the adrenaline was gone and its demise left nothing behind but fear. I don’t know if I was ever this scared in my whole life before.

I felt San's hand touching mine, very carefully. He might’ve realized that I was terrified, so he didn’t want to scare me anymore, "Hey, look at me." His voice was sweet again, like candies.

I breathed in and out, closing my eyes, to somehow fight against my fear, and then slowly turned towards him. As I looked at him and he saw my teary eyes and terrified expression, his features softened into a worried expression.

"Fuck, Y/N, I won't hurt you! I'm so sorry, darling." He cupped my cheeks, tears appearing in his eyes as well. Upon seeing his worried expression, I somehow felt kind of relieved.

"Aren't you going to kill me?" I asked in a whisper looking, down at my hands in fear.

"Look at me, Y/N!" His fingers curled around my chin to lift my head up. I somehow managed to look into his eyes again, and the softness I saw in them made me relax a bit more, "Of course, I won't kill you, don't say foolish things. I could never hurt you."

He cupped my face again, caressing my cheeks, "I'm sorry if I scared you, darling."

"What is going on?" I whispered again as the words hardly came out of my mouth, having gone dry like a desert.

 "C'm here." He took my hand and pulled me towards himself, making me crawl over the center console and straddle his lap. His hands immediately held onto my waist and pulled me closer to himself.  I circled my arms around his neck carefully as he pulled me down to his chest and hugged me tightly. I took a deep breath of his sweet candy-like cologne, the skin of his neck warm.

"I'm sorry for scaring you. I just…there is a lot going on, and I lost my head for a second. Please, forgive me…" His hands ran up and down my spine, caressing it, leaving nothing but shivers in its wake. His body was a like a magnet, I couldn't detach myself from it, it felt impossible.

"Tell me what’s going on." I whispered into his neck weakly, closing my eyes.

"Well, I'm not a priest." He said, still caressing my back.

I scoffed, "Wow, shocking news."

"How did you figure it out?" His hand slowly traveled up to the hair on my nape, massaging my scalp as I felt my body temperature rise, comically thinking that I was going to slip right through his fingers from the warm touch.

"I saw you a few times with those people…" The way he started massaging my scalp became a little firmer, and a moan almost slipped through my lips "…doing some business, I assumed. So, I started following you."

"My darling couldn't stay away from me, huh?" His hand resting on my waist slowly slipped under my blouse, his hot fingers starting to trace my warm skin up and down. Suddenly, the fantasy I had in mind while watching him in church, during the service, fought its way to the forefront of my mind, it being his hands slowly tracing down the curves of my body. I would’ve never thought that it was really going to happen.

I slowly lifted my head up from his chest to look into his eyes, which left a fire in its wake. The chill I felt an hour ago was gone in seconds, and I have never felt hotter in my life before seeing the heated desire in his eyes, it could’ve burned me up whole.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked him, trying to get rid of the tension between us.

"That’s a very long story, darling." He leaned his forehead against mine and closed his eyes. He pulling me impossibly close to himself as he held my waist with both hands.

"The night is long now that you have kidnapped me." I whispered barely inches away from his lips as they were almost touching mine.

"Yeah?" He whispered back, his lips hovering over mine, ghosting against them. His hands ran up my warm body passionately, his nails digging into my skin roughly.

I hummed at that, as words couldn't escape my lips, his hands on my skin making my stomach drop. He breathed shakily against my lips and I felt his body getting hotter as he finally pressed his lips against mine hungrily. I kissed him back with greed, our lips moving in sync against each other, my dry lips now fully wetted with his saliva, which tasted like sweet candies. His right hand tangled into my hair, running his fingers through it and it made me moan against his lips. San took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside my mouth, discovering every inch of it as my tongue danced along his passionately. I grinded down against his crotch, and he let out a guttural groan at the stimulation. His hand on my waist slipped down to my ass, and he grabbed it harshly just to push me down against himself harder. We both let out a moan at the feeling, and we separated to get some air as I slowly started feeling dizzy from the lack of oxygen. His forehead pressed against mine as we both breathed heavily against each other's mouths.

"We should stop…" San whispered against my mouth, his lips touching mine as he kissed me again, now a little slower. He sucked on my lower lip to take it between his teeth, and bit it so hard that blood started to drop down my chin, seeping into the collar of my blouse. I winced from the sudden pain, making me grind down harder against him. I have long lost my sanity; I have lost against the sins that caged me in until I wasn't aware of anything at all around me.

"Why?" I asked weakly as we separated again.

"Because I want to fuck you properly, on a bed." He told me, sharp eyes boring into my own, almost as if I had no other choice but to obey him. My body shook from the desire I felt for San, and I really had no other choice but to obey his wishes and let him fuck me senseless, giving in to the guilty pleasures.   

Part 2->

[shinestarhwaa]

CHANCES || CHOI JONGHO

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Pairing: Jongho x Fem reader

Word Count: 2.8K

Tags/warnings: First love!AU, Aged up!Jongho (in like late 20s), dom!Jongho, sub!reader, fingering, dirty talk, Jongho is obsessed with your boobs, bigdick!Jongho, blowjob, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampie, the occasional spank

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @changbinslovelylegs @jonghostie @lovjensoo @1-800-shedevil @glintneon123 @mjyungi

ENJOY!

You never expected to run into your first love again like this. You can still remember yourself staring at him in class all day, forgetting to do your homework because he was on your mind. You still think about when he helped you out in Physics and when he kissed you on your lips the first time.

Many days, weeks, months and years passed since that year and you had lost contact with him in the chaos of being a young adult. But here you are, standing in the grocery store near your new house in Seoul and there he stood as well.

More handsome than ever, his black hair parted in the middle, wearing thick black glasses and a beige coat. You already thought he looked good and was cute back then, but now? He turned into a man.

For a second you thought he noticed you, but he was looking at a big jar of pasta sauce instead. You felt your heart sting a little bit as you looked into his grocery cart. Did he have a family? He must be 28, 29 right now, right? God, you don't want him to have a family of his own.

It was stupid, you hadn't seen him in at least 10 years and you had never had an official relationship with him but he was Jongho. Somehow you always felt that he was yours. You couldn't decide if you wanted to walk away or walk up to him, but you didn't need to because suddenly your eyes met and he nearly dropped the jar of pasta from shock. He quickly put it in his cart and rushed over to you.

Jongho stared at you in shock for a good minute, and tears welled up in your eyes. How embarrassing, you thought to yourself. "Y/N? Y/N Y/L/N? Is that you? Oh my- I can't believe this," he laughed. You smiled and nodded. "It is me, actually."

"What are you doing here? Didn't you move to Canada?" "I did... But I... I came back because... I felt like I had to be here," you confessed. You would never admit that it was because you felt like you had unfinished business in Korea that most likely had to do with Jongho.

"We should really catch up sometime," Jongho smiled. "Oh yeah, 100%, I- Oh well actually I live like 2 minutes away from here, why don't you come over for a cup of coffee right away?" You offered. Jongho nodded enthusiastically. "I'd love that, I'll go to the check out counter and wait for you."

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"Wah, this appartment is quite amazing," Jongho said as he looked around the living room. You quickly stored your groceries in the fridge and made him a cup of coffee. "Thank you, I'm very proud of it," you admitted.

"So when did you get back?" Jongho asked as he sat down on your couch. "I came back last month, officially moved in here a week ago. My friends helped out a lot to get it nice and clean here." You put the coffee down on the table and took place beside him, batting your eyelashes at him flirtatiously, kind of unintentionally.

"Only a week? Wow, fresh," he grinned, "so you got sick of Canada?" "Well, I just... I had a good time but I didn't belong there," you confessed, "I feel like I belong here, I truly missed Korea, and I'm so happy to see my old friends again, and now you... it's incredible. It's like we never spend 10 years apart. Like I talked to you yesterday."

Jongho smiled and gently patted your shoulder. "It is, I still can't believe I am talking to you. I never expected to see you again, actually." "No, I know, me neither... It sucks how we lost contact all those years ago... Wow you... matured well," you giggled.

The man in front of you looked exquisite, to say the least. He was so fine and defined, with the whole hot boyfriend look and the expensive watch on his wrist. It felt like a k-drama moment to you. You felt now was the perfect moment to ask more about his current life.

"So, a lot of groceries, you must have... a family now?" You asked. Jongho laughed and drank a bit from his coffee before leaning back and resting his arms on the back- and armrest of the couch. "In a way."

You gave him a confused look, wondering what he meant by that. "If you mean like... married with children, no, I'm single, actually. But I live with a couple of friends, they're my family."

If you were completely honest you felt so relieved to hear he was single because the way his face looked just made your panties hypothetically drop. "Not married? You?" You asked in disbelief. "Yeah, I had a longterm relationship, I dated Kim Gayoung for 3 years, do you remember her from Biology?"

"Oh yeah, I do remember Gayoung. You didn't work it out with her?"

"No, she ended up being a liar and a serial cheater so I cut ties with her. We lived together so I had to move in with my friends. I'm still looking for an apartment of my own."

You sighed and shook your head. "I could never imagine cheating on you, I mean, didn't she realize she had gold in her hands?" Jongho looked at you, slightly flustered but also amused. His ego grew a little, or actually more than a little at your comment. Gold, huh?

It was silent while you drank your coffee, until Jongho broke the silence. "Do you ever think back about our... You know, our time together?" You swallowed thickly before nodding your head.

"All the time, actually. More... More than I would like to admit. I don't think I ever had... closure... I could never truly get over you. It's a shame how we never got to... You know... Be together."

Jongho nodded and scooched closer to you. "But we're both single people, aren't we?" You nodded slowly.

"And we're both interested in and attracted to each other, hm?"

You nodded again.

"So why don't we give it a second chance? A real one this time."

Another nodd.

"Please speak up cause I need consent before I kiss you," he laughed. You giggled and nodded again, "yes, I would really like that, actually."

And finally after almost 10 years he pressed his lips on yours again, and you felt just like you did back then. The 18-year old girl inside you was screaming and jumping while you tried to focus on his lips, taking all of the sensations in. You felt so extremely lucky to be in his arms right now, lips moving againsy each others' as his hand slid up and down your thigh. Nobody could ever take this moment away from you.

The kiss soon enough turned into a make-out session with more passion than you've ever felt before. Jongho seemed to be sure of what he's doing as his hands slid under your skirt to rub your crotch. You broke off the kiss and looked him in the eye.

"Oh sorry, did I go too far?" He quickly apologized as he retracted his hand from your clothed pussy. "N-No, I just got startled," you panted. You took his hand and brought it to the space between your legs again. A cocky smirk grew on his lips as he rubbed his fingers on your wet panties, feeling your arousal on the soft fabric.

"Already, darling?" He asked in a low tone. You felt like you were flying, genuinely on your way to heaven. You nodded and gasped when he yanked your panties down and felt up your soaking cunt, sliding his middlefinger inside.

"Y-You're just so hot and it brought all the fantasies back to life," you admitted as you choked on your own moans. "You fantasized about me?" "God, yes I did, I still regret never going beyond that kiss, fuck, I really wanted you, I was just scared."

"Well, I'm here to make your fantasies come true now," he whispered in your ear as he slid another finger inside you, pumping them in and out and curling them until he found the perfect angle, the best angle to make you squirm and moan out his name.

"Oh, Oh God, Jongho!" You whined out as he picked up his pace, fucking you hard on his fingers. The squelching off your wetness was like music to his ears and drew all the blood from his body to his dick. It swell up inside his pants, straining against the fine material. He wanted to release it, take it out and fuck you raw right here on this couch but he had never done anything with you before, so he told himself to put you first.

You took off your own sweater and unclasped your bra, tits falling free onto your chest. His eyes went wide and his mouth immediately attached to your nipples, sucking and licking them as if his life depended on it. Your skirt shoved up more and more as he abused your cunt with his hand, displaying your wet pussy.

"Look at that pretty pussy," Jongho grunted as he latched on your tits. He wanted to kiss them, suck them, lick them, bite them. God, were they perfect to him. "Pretty pussy, fucking pretty tits." He sucked harder on your nipples, causing you to moan louder and fuck yourself on his fingers, moving your hips along with him.

Your body started to shake when he rubbed his thumb on your clit, moving it in circles as he pressed down lightly on it. "That's it baby, look at you cumming so prettily for me, that's it, give it to me baby, let go for me and cum on my fingers," he cooed. You felt the immense pleasure wash over you as he got you through your orgasm, kissing your breasts again as he pulled his fingers away from you. He licked them off and savoured the taste of your arousal, making him moan ever so slightly.

"Good girl," he smirked as he kissed your chest once more. You shoved your skirt down, and realized you were completely naked while he still had everything but his shoes and coat on. How unfair, you thought.

You began to strip him from his clothes, his black shirt unbuttoned and now on the floor. Your fingers fiddled with the buckle of his belt before finally getting it open. Jongho discarded his pants and underwear and showed off his rockhard cock, standing proudly against his stomach.

"Fuck, Jongho," you cursed as your mouth watered at the sight of him. He was fucking hung and you wanted nothing more than to have him in your mouth.

"Fuck, Y/N," he cursed as you got on your knees in front of him and took his hard cock in your mouth, sucking him off. Your head bobbed up and down in his lap and he ran his hands through your hair, making a ponytail out of it so your hair would not fall back into your face.

"That's it baby, suck it, yeah, fuck, suck my cock," he grunted. "God, I've been dreaming about this for so long, wanted this for so long," he moaned. You could cry out of happiness, feeling so overwhelmed but so aroused by the presence of this man.

"Oh my God, you take it so well, look at you princess, yeah, just a little more," he groaned, "fit it all in there baby, come on, you can do it, yeah just like that, just like that, who's a good girl? Fuck, that's it, precious!"

You went faster and took all of him in your mouth, tears burning in your eyes as his cockhead touched the back of your throat. "God, yes!" He moaned out louder. His cock twitched in your throat, signaling you that he was close. He quickly pulled out of your mouth, making you whine out his name. "Sorry baby, I wanna cum inside your pussy and make it cream nicely for me," he panted.

You bit your lip and nodded as you took him to your bedroom as quickly as possible and you laid down on the soft sheets. "God, baby, will you let me fuck you like this?" Jongho asked as he hovered above you.

"Yes, please, fuck me raw, fuck my pussy like you mean it," you moaned as he slid his hard dick inside you. "Oh, fuck, I do mean it baby, I mean all of it, I fucking mean it so bad."

Jongho started to fuck you relentlessly, releasing all of his passion and desire in this moment. The sound of your skin slapping together and the melodious moans coming from your throat created a sinful symphony that you and Jongho - and probably your neighbours - would be thinking about for a long time.

"Your pussy is so fucking perfect, so fucking perfect for me," he moaned as he pushed himself all the way in, ramming his dick in there as if it was his last day on earth.

"J-Jongho! Fuck!" You screamed as his thrusts got harder and faster before they turned sloppy. "I'm so close baby, I'm gonna fill your pussy with my cum. I'm gonna fucking fill you up with my cum and then I'm gonna fuck you again, and again, and again," he moaned.

With a few more thrusts Jongho came inside you with furrowed brows and low grunts. You whined as he pulled out of you and turned you around. You rested on your elbows and put your ass up, legs spread for his easy access.

He pumped his cock a few times again and sank back in, wincing at the sensitivity from his orgasm. "Oh, Oh yeah, that's it," he moaned as he fucked your tight pussy again, smacking his hand on the soft flesh of your ass.

"J-Jongho, oh my God! Yes!" You couldn't bring out anything else but his name and all the curse words you could think of. "Is it that good huh, baby? Is my cock filling you up that nicely? Got you all fucked dumb already, didn't I? Fuck you're so good for me, such a good and nice pussy, I'm gonna fucking cum inside you again and fill your hole 'til everything's leaking out."

You had never imagined Jongho to speak such filthy words to you but you weren't complaining at all. All you could do is moan and whine and let him have his way with you. Before you knew it he send you to cloud 9 as you orgasmed again, clenching down on his cock.

"Fuck, such a good pussy, clenching on my dick like that," he grunted. He spanked your ass again before cumming deep inside you again, pumping you full with his hot cum. You could only whine at the feeling of it, your heart burning with passion and desire.

He pulled out of you again and rolled you on your back once again. Your make-up was all smudgy and messed up and Jongho just felt himself get hard again at the sight.

"I'm gonna fuck your pussy again, Y/N, gonna fuck it again, gonna fuck it and make you take all the cum I can give you. You can take it, can't you?"

You were overwhelmed with his dirty talk and his stamina. Sure, you expected him to be good in bed but this? No you never expected that. Yet, you nodded and spread your legs again to let him inside you again.

His large cock stretched your walls for the third time that night and you cried out his name. Your pussy started to clench down on him again immediately, making him cry out, panting out your name. "Y/N, fuck, you little minx, I fucking love your pussy so much, it takes me so well, needs me so bad, huh? Fucking love it, fucking love it baby."

Jongho kept going at it for what felt like hours, making your throat go sore and weak. He slid his hands over your legs before pulling them up and laying them over his shoulders. You were nearly bend in half as he fucked you harder than ever before, making you and him cum together as one, sending yourselves to euphoria.

He fell down onto your chest, collapsing after his intense orgasm. He panted out as he filled your pussy for the third time before sliding his cock out of you. Jongho laid next to you and kissed your forehead as you breathed heavily from the most passionate sex you ever had in your life.

"Well I say chances are pretty good we're doing this again," he grinned.

[snowywolf1005]

@ruanime34 : It's hard to pick just one, but my mind will probably like more wholesome young ASL x mother reader. @snowywolf1005 Or what if girls like Hancock who love her sons try to impressed the mother reader but they always fail ( ps the mother reader now her some of sons love someone)

You got it! But let make it a real life, like the brothers go to school together.

ASL X MOTHER READER

Your son's is at school. You got a break from makino Restaurant. You live above the restaurant. It's an apartment.

As you sit on the table, staring at the person across the table from you. The person smiles awarded by your look of your eyes of bored holes into the soul.

It made you very sick when the person tried to be kind, and that person was none other than boa hancock. The most beautiful woman of the world.

Why are you angry at her? Oh, right, she's asking for your son's hand in marriage. YOUR SON, WHO WAS BARELY EVEN AN ADULT!!!! Luffy, she's talking about.

You're a single mother with three sons. You did good, take care of them, they grown into quite handsome you're proud of.

You knew about her reputation as being the most beautiful woman and having both men and women alike swoon over her, but you would not budge.

You had always felt that for one to be beautiful, beauty had to shine from inside first. Despite how angry you were at Hancock, you didn't want to harm her. She was a friend of Luffy's, and Luffy had all types of friends, and you weren't going to interfere.

However, Luffy had already rejected Hancock's proposal many times before. This changed things. It bothered you that an adult woman who was known for rejecting every man and woman would swoon over your teenage son.

"U-um... M-Ms. (Y/N)... would you... p-p-please... l-l-l-l-let me... m-m-ma..." Great, now she began to stutter out the question again.

You could hear her sisters Sandersonia and Marigold cheering her on, calling you a stingy old witch who couldn't rival her in beauty.

Are you gonna let hancock marry luffy? No. You knew her true nature, and before Hancock would blush feverishly from asking you to let her marry Luffy, you interrupted.

"No." You said.

Hancock face now all scrunched with in hate. "AND WHY NOT!! YOU OLD WOMEN?! DON'T YOU KNOW WHO YOU'RE TALKING TO?! LET ME MARRY YOUR SON!! I HAVE RIGHT!! I'M BEAUTIFUL!" hancock scream.

You sighed, "like I said. No. You're not married. My son. don't make me say it twice, I am not swayed by your beauty. That is nothing but conventional. Plus, you're too old for him. What's the media going to say about a thirty year old supermodel desperate for a teenage boy?" You ask.

"I'M TWENTY NINE!" She yelled, "Well, close enough..." You said. "EXCUSE ME!! HOW DARE YOU, YOU SCUM!" She yelled at you.

But you grabbed her shirt, which cost a lot of money to impress luffy, closer to you. In the look of fear of hancock looking at your eyes, like the prey is about to get killed by other prey.

"Have you gotten who you are talking to? I'm a single mother with three sons whom I'm very proud of. and if you want me as a potential mother-in-law, the first thing you wouldn't do is look down on me. You've done nothing but make my answer more solid and confirmed." You said,

She dramatically turned around, eyes big and doe-like with beautiful black hair swishing around her. You could've sworn that there were sparkles on her skin, too.

Then nyon came to stop the argument, "I am sorry." Elder Nyon said, made surprise you.

"I am truly sorry for Hancock's behavior. I understand that you are not happy with her proposal, and it is wrong to try and force the boy into something he didn't want at such a young age. I will not bother you again, and i will try to see to it that hancock will not bother you either." She said, you agree, but hancock refuses.

But you told her, you can't accept cause luffy is just a teenager and she has find a other man. And they left,

Not even five seconds later, you heard the honking of a car and groaned, the migraine in your head getting progressively worse. However, you slowly began to sit up as you heard a familiar chorus of cheers and whoops.

A big smile was plastered on your face, and you felt the incoming migraine fade. Kicking open the door, it was Luffy and his friends, the "Strawhat gang" as they called themselves. They all filed in, each smiling at along with a chorus of greetings.

The gang says hi to you. "Hey, mom!" said Luffy, already chewing on some of the food. You smiled brightly and went over to your youngest son, brushing back a strand of (h/c) hair. You didn't want to admit it, but you did spoil Luffy a little.

"Hi sweetie, where are your brothers? I didn't see them here earlier. Do you know where they went?" You asked, hugging Luffy. You let go once he brought up his hand to his head.

"What do you mean, mom? They're right over there." He said, jabbing his thumb towards the living room where you saw Sabo and Ace smiling at you sheepishly.

"Since you boys get here? You got me so worried!" You said, Ace tumbled over a bit in laughter as Sabo had a sweet smile on his face. "Mom, we've been here ever since we got back from school. There was no practice today." He said, grinning mischievously.

You realized that they had listened in on every word between you and Hancock. "Oh. Let's not talk about it. What you just heard, okay? " sabo and Ace nodded.

THANKS FOR REQUESTING!!

[tamtheshihan]

Jin & Xiaoyu in Tekken 8

This is a couple I’ve wanted for years and its safe to say Tekken 8 may just give them the room to be an actual couple once and for all. If you are obsessed with this fighting game franchise as much as I am and have been waiting as long as I have, Jin and Xiaoyu are a ship that in my opinion should have sailed loooooong ago. Xiaoyu is the sunshine and Jin is the one in need of that sunshine.

Their relationship seems to be more grounded and cohesive this time. No longer the delusional and obsessive teenager chasing the handsome and mysterious bad boy, but now as two young adults who respect one another whilst realizing and understanding underlying feelings and the role each plays in the other’s life.

Now before I get to it, I am fully aware that there are millions of people who are against them being a couple. “Oh Xiaoyu’s annoying, Jin doesn’t care for her, JinXiao shippers are delusional”, YADA YADA. Be that as it may, I am 100% behind Jin and Xiaoyu. This post is not for you!

Its shaping up to be Jin and Xiao as endgame and here’s why… Get comfortable because it’s a long one…

Starting off, Japanese men are not the most romantic and are considered shy in those kinds of contexts- as most Japanese people are. Japanese people are not big on pda and being straightforward. Commonly seen in manga and anime. Protagonist in most cases will literally do everything else in a story before worrying about their relationship- telling the girl or guy how they really felt. And it is usually the very last thing we get, if we get it at all. Creators/writers will hint at certain things subtly and you usually have to be aware of it. It’s a staple in Japanese storytelling and Tekken is no exception. It’s a fighting game people, so fighting is the main focus while something like romance is typically placed on the backburner.

With that said, Jin is yet another example of this. He crosses me as the type to be very loving but not in a showy kinda way. I’m certain Jun showered him with love and affection. Her very existence is love and affection. She is mama Kazama- Jin’s whole heart which was taken away from him very early. So being caring and affectionate is something we all know Jin is capable of doing. It’s just that his life took a course that changed him in a way that he needed to adapt to. The mishimas and the devil gene are no place for the kind boy who was raised on the almost remote island of Yakushima. Never having to deal with anything even close to his life after meeting Heihachi. I say this to not right any of his wrongs but to say that you can become a product of the things you go through in life.

Jin is capable of a lot but had to put a lot on the backburner because he was dealing with a situation that was thrown onto him. He didn’t ask for any of it but it was time for a boy to become a man. He no longer had Jun’s kind and touching words, but rather memories of her precepts and warmness to guide him, a grandfather whom he became to trust betrayed him in the worst way, and a father who could care less of his existence.

Xiaoyu on the other hand, a cheerful and caring young lady who wants nothing but to be there for Jin- someone she seen the good in and became a close friend to. She knows that Jin has only become the way he did to cope with the never ending pain and sadness, having to force away everyone and everything he cares about because he fears he would bring them nothing but harm. Jin was once a kind and sweet guy as Xiaoyu stated. Jin cares for Xiaoyu. He cares A LOT. I feel that he cares as much as he can in a way that he can given his situation. I don’t think I want the person I truly care for to be around me in moments were I lose control of myself either. Trust me, Jin has all the emotional components as the next person, he just doesn’t have the space to show it.

Xiaoyu isn’t an idiot. She understands this and catches what Jin throws. Jin’s life was a hard contrast to Xiaoyu’s fun loving, amusement park going life. Sometimes the best way to get through to someone is to communicate in a way they can understand and this time around she knows what has to be done.

And there are things that Jin is fully aware of. He knows that Xiaoyu will follow him to hell without a second thought. He knows she will come looking for him at the drop of a dime and wouldn’t even consider the harm she would face in pursuing him. HE IS FULLY AWARE of how much he means to her. Which is why he puts that distance between them. Why he disappears without a trace, why he keeps his hardships to himself. He knows Xiaoyu will go to bat for him quick. But he cares for her so much that he doesn’t want her getting caught up in his mess. Jin believes that he doesn’t deserve the love and consideration Xiaoyu gives him but he still cares. His self-hatred is what holds him back from believing he’s a proper member of society. The devil gene thoroughly labels him as an outcast who doesn’t deserve a second shot at life and he doesn’t try to hold onto that hope. So something like a relationship or friendship means nothing if you can never truly have it-and to him- as long as the devil gene exist, none of those things could ever be.

He feels as though he has to deal with everything on his own- end his family’s mess and end the bloodline. Jin always seems ready to give his life away because he feels the world would be better off without him. He looks at himself as an abomination, an existence not of this world. He invalidates how he really feels for what he thinks is appropriate for the situation. He calls it like it is. How can you smile, be a friend, or even have a relationship when you are a ticking timebomb and could ruin everything in the blink of an eye?

He's aware that Xiaoyu is going to give it to him straight, cut no corners. He knows she wants the best for him. He knows she’ll tell him that what he thinks of himself isn’t true. He knows that she can read him like a book. He knows she truly cares.

Their special interaction in Tekken 8 is long overdue. It shows exactly what their reunion should be. An abundance of emotions that look almost impossible to interpret. Xiaoyu- happy, relieved she found her man, but also with restraint trying to approach the situation another way, and there’s Jin- sheepish, unable to face Xiaoyu, not sure how she feels. Awkward but both push forward to paint a better picture together this time around. He knows she knows all the things he’s been doing and she knows that he knows but wants to move forward and be able to aid him in the fight. He’s always been much more softer in tone and demeanor with Xiaoyu. He calls the girl “Xiao”for goodness sakes, and in Japanese society people don’t usually do that unless they are really close and have a bond. She calls him “Jin”, no suffix just Jin. She even came out and said that "an exchange of blows can be revealing". Now if that's not obvious...

Sometimes love comes at the right time, and you have to be ready. The love was definitely there, feelings were definitely mutual, they were just shown very differently. In a lot of ways they just had to get themselves together and figure some things out. Besides the romantic part, Jin and Xiaoyu did a lot of growing up. I mean a lot. Look at those two. Xiaoyu LOOKS more mature. SHES A WOMAN NOW. Jin LOOKS certain in his actions and seems to have much more confidence and resolve. This is a man and a woman. I believe they are ready this time.

In a lot of ways Xiaoyu is what Jin needs- that reassurance, that support, that sunshine, that stick beside you type of thing.

And with Jun officially back, Jin’s life will definitely brighten up but with Xiaoyu included… That’s the ideal situation for me!!

I can go all day on these two but in conclusion, Jin and Xiaoyu are a pair that is definitely hard to come by and one of my favorites especially in games. It doesn’t make any since how long I have waited for an interaction between these two where they finally appear to be on even footing, on the same page, and know what they want.

[braxiatel]

If I were an artist I would call this a doodle, but as I am a writer I will have to call it an unfinished, unedited abandoned wip.

Mumbo and Scar meet in a bar and commiserate about the struggles of being a young adult. Eventually they kiss. Also Scar is trans and Mumbo is autistic because I wrote this fic for me and me alone <3

(Content warning for references to alcohol, sex, and mentions of a character getting disowned)

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Scar woke slowly to the sound of birdsong.

The pale spring sun was on his face, as warm as the body next to his in a way that made him feel a pang of homesickness.

He stretched, listening to how his joints popped and creaked, before opening his eyes to look around the unfamiliar room.

He had known it was not his city apartment - excuse him, flat - since he registered the birds. The closest he got was the coo of the pigeons that nested above the grand train station. Nothing like the chitter-chatter of songbirds he could hear here. Must be in the suburbs, then.

The room gave little away. Somewhat austere with its dark walls, the closest thing to decorations being a bonsai tree that was somewhat overdue a trim, and of course the rows upon rows of bookshelves with their arranged books standing to attention. Scar blinked, unable to make out the titles between the sleep in his eyes and the darkness of the room.

Instead he turned to look at the person next to him.

The combination of messy black hair and pale skin brought back vague recollections of the prior evening. Flashes of the interior of a very familiar bar, a hand in his, and a row of empty shot glasses in front of him. Well, that explained the pounding headache, at least.

Scar dared to lift the covers a little, getting a better look at his bedmate.

A handsome round face, smeared by last evening’s eyeliner. The moustache had been neatly combed with wax last night, but now it was somewhat comically askew on the man’s face.

“It’s a mouthful. My friends just call me Mumbo.”

“Mumbo?”

“As in Jumbo.”

“Well, what a lovely name you have then, Mumbo Jumbo.”

Scar blinked. Right, he had met Mumbo at the back of the bar.

It was an older place, with good food and decently priced drinks, that meant it had survived since the early ’00s when karaoke rooms had been a must for any self-respecting club.

These days it was mostly used by couples looking for privacy, or by people looking for somewhere to do the sort of substances the owner would kick you out for even bringing into her establishment, the door half obscured by the very curtains that had once framed it as a main selling point.

In short: it was a sound-insulated place in an otherwise noisy environment, with comfortable sofas, that few people other than the poor bugger making the cameras knew about.

It made it the perfect place to catch his breath after a long evening at work. The next guy to man the security cameras had been two hours late - exam season emergency, apparently - and Scar didn’t feel like sitting in the break room where - once again - Angela had just opened a window to smoke rather than going outside, making the whole place an asthma attack waiting to happen.

So Scar had tucked his bag into the basket of his walker and gone into the karaoke room expecting a quiet moment when instead-

“Well, hello there.”

Years later Scar would claim his immediate thought was something in the direction of either “handsome” or “beautiful” depending on what mood he was in, but honestly in that moment he had mostly felt shock followed immediately by concern.

The man in front of him looked as though he had just witnessed something gruesome. Eyes wide, with a faraway gaze and shaking hands.

“Oh, sorry, is this off limits?”

In the present Scar was looking at the man’s sleeping form, marvelling at what a night’s rest had done for him.

Light stubble decorated his soft jawline and Scar’s fingers itched to feel it. Mumbo’s lips were slightly parted in a snore, and he felt their phantom presence on his own. His arm was heavy around Scar’s waist, though it did not feel possessive so much as protective.

Similar to how he had been holding himself when Scar had found him. Huddled in the corner of a couch, as if trying to make himself far smaller than he was.

“No, no. I just came here to sit down,” Scar said. “but I can leave you to it.”

The bus home didn’t arrive for another 20 minutes - if it were on time for once - and his joints would surely protest if he tried to wait it out in the cold winter air.

“There’s room,” the man said, pulling his long legs up to his chest.

Scar paused for a moment. The stranger did not seem dangerous. Upset, perhaps, but there was a million and one reasons one might be upset. He sniffed the air and detected no more alcohol than was usual for the bar.

Well, it was a big couch, there was certainly room for two.

The cracked, white leather sank beneath his weight, creaking as it shifted. The stranger winced but otherwise stayed where he was.

Not a week went by without one of the other employees telling Scar he should try working the bar sometimes. He obviously couldn’t, not with how long it required him to stay on his feet. It didn’t stop him from spending his breaks there though, talking up a storm with the customers and doubling their sales while he was at it.

He was what one might call a people-person, though he very much doubted he would have missed how tense the man in the room with him was even if he hadn’t been.

“My name is Scar, and who might you be?” he asked.

Perhaps he had been wrong in his assessment of how drunk the man was, or perhaps Scar himself was more tired than he had though. Either way, the sentence the stranger spoke was an unidentifiable whirl to Scar.

“What was that?”

The stranger sighed.

“It’s a mouthful. My friends just call me Mumbo,” the man - Mumbo - explained.

“Mumbo?”

“As in Jumbo.”

“Well, what a lovely name you have then, Mumbo Jumbo.” Scar could not keep the smile from creeping into his voice. “Now, Mumbo, I am no expert, but it seems to me that something is bothering you?”

Mumbo shifted, turning his face halfway from Scar’s and resting his face on his knee, resulting in a lock of his hair obscuring the other half. Well, so much for keeping an eye on the stranger with whom he was alone.

“Long night,” Mumbo told him. “I just needed a break. I don’t do well with loud noises or crowds.”

Scar made sure to keep his voice down when he spoke next.

“Interesting place to go on a Friday night, then.”

Mumbo shrugged. “Well, there’s not a whole lot of gay parks or gay cafes about. The man i was meeting up with wanted to meet here.”

Scar offered a look of sympathy.

“Date gone wrong?”

It was at this point he learned that Mumbo was the blushing type, when his cheeks darkened.

“Something like that…”

Scar inched a little closer, feeling the insatiable itch of curiosity.

“You know, people tell me I’m a good listener,” he fished. “I can go first if you’d like. My love life is abysmal. I haven’t had a date in months, and my last steady relationship was with a straight guy.”

Mumbo looked up fully, pausing for a moment, before he said:

“Tonight was a frankly terrible - and misguided - attempt at getting over my flatmate.”

“This sounds like the sort of conversation we could both use a drink for,” Scar said, having long since learned that this was the way of the British. “What’s your poison?”

Mumbo hesitated.

“My treat,” Scar hastened to add. “I get a staff discount.”

“... [Mumbo requests a drink].”

“Coming right up, good sir,” he said.

Another perk to working here was being able to skip the busy friday night line - sorry, queue - at the bar. He was back in the quiet room in no time, balancing the two drinks on a tray.

“Please don’t spill any. You really aren’t allowed to drink in this room, so if we ruin the sofa or the carpet it will get docked from my paycheck.”

Mumbo accepted his drink, clasping it tightly between his two hands.

“Cheers,” he sighed, taking a sip. “How did you end up dating a straight guy?”

Mumbo, it seemed, was the forward type.

“I’m trans,” he said. “We were still together when I realised. He was good about it, you know, just didn’t want to date a guy. We parted as friends.”

“Right,” Mumbo said. “Congrats? On the gender?”

Scar couldn’t help but laugh. “Why thank you, Mr Jumbo, that’s very kind of you to say.”

“My flatmate is straight too… or he was, anyway, until recently. Turns out being in love with him was a lot easier when I thought he wasn’t into men. Back then it was the idea of dating a man he wasn’t into, and not…”

“You?” Scar guessed.

“Yeah, that,” Mumbo sighed, having another sip of his drink.

“Well, he’s a fool to overlook such a handsome man.”

Mumbo snorted.

“You are!” Scar told him. “Look at you. That luscious hair, the stylish suit, those beautiful grey eyes, and those curves? I’d say you’re quite the catch, Mumbo Jumbo.”

Somewhere between the compliments and the way Mumbo bit his lip and blushed Scar had a realisation. Yes, Mumbo was quite handsome, wasn’t he?

“Well, you must be just about the only one in this bar who feels that way. My date walked out after half an hour, and I’ve failed to talk to even a single other man tonight.”

“You’re talking to me,” Scar pointed out.

“I don’t think it counts when one of the staff decides to give you a pity drink,” Mumbo sighed.

“Do you think that’s what’s happening here?” Scar snorted. “I’m off the clock, you know. I’m just making friends. I’m a friendly guy. Look, why don’t I tell you a little more about myself, and you can do the same if you’d like? Great!”

He had continued to tell Mumbo about his life story, how he ended up in the UK, going to university, coming out, getting sick, dropping out, and finally after several years in and out of the hospital, ending up enrolling again while working evenings here in the bar.

Ending up in Mumbo’s bed…

Scar stretched, the delicate silk sheets slipping over his naked skin in a gentle caress. It brought to mind the way soft hands had wandered over his flesh in the dark of the small hours of the night. It had been a while, long enough he was probably going to be sore for at least half of the day. It was a pleasant sort of soreness, though.

He looked up at the face mere inches from his, feeling no shame in taking in the details of Mumbo’s appearance while he slept.

In the low lights of the bar he had not been able to tell, but from the shape of his face he suspected Mumbo would have dimples when he smiled. There was no sign of wrinkles on his skin yet, but by the sharpness of his cheekbones, he had to be in his twenties at least.

The moustache was a nice touch too, even if it had tickled terribly against Scar’s collarbones and abdomen each time Mumbo had kissed him last night.

On the subject of collarbones, Scar could only note his admiration of the rather prominent mark he had left just about Mumbo’s left one. He shivered at the thought of how the other man had whined. Perhaps he would be up for another round this morning..?

Another round… right. He had stayed past the last bus for another round. Mumbo, once he had started talking, had seemed almost compelled to share his life story as well.

“Theodore Bertram Ambrose Osborn Chace the third,” Mumbo pronounced, a seemingly impossible feat giving he was at the end of his second pint. “Former heir to the right honourable Lord Theodore Chace the second.”

Scar whistled and leaned back in the booth he had found them towards the back of the bar, though it might have gotten lost in the noise. The music was as loud as anywhere else, but they had the table to themselves and the ability to wave one of Scar’s colleagues over when they would momentarily need another refill. Mumbo seemed content enough, anyway.

“That’s quite the name. Can’t imagine any loving parent wishing learning how to spell all that on any child of theirs.”

Mumbo picked up his drink, downing the rest of the dark red liquid.

“They weren’t,” he confirmed. “Hence, Mumbo Jumbo. Easier to pronounce.”

And a name that came with less baggage, he read between the lines.

“I have this friend from Sweden - shared a flat with her when I did my bachelor’s degree. He accused me of having a Mumbo Jumbo name, and when my father disinherited me for dropping out of business school and going into engineering… well, it just fit me better. Silly, I know, but what can you do.”

“Mumbo,” he started. “My name is Scar.”

Another thing Scar was learning about Mumbo was the fact that he was a giggler, or at least the drink brought it out in him. His whole face lit up with it, even when he tried to hide it.

“So, your Swedish friend, is he the one you’re pining after?”

Mumbo shook his head. “Iskall moved back years ago. No, he’s from here. We were paired up for a pub quiz during fresher’s week and we hit it off. I think I fell a little bit in love with him the first time he spoke to me. He just… has this energy. He can be such a pest sometimes, but his happiness is always infectious. Even when he’s laughing at your face because he pranked you by glueing the cereal box to the kitchen counter again, you can’t help but join in. You ever met anyone like that?”

“Sounds a bit like my ex,” Scar said. It must be the alcohol warming his insides, he decided. Surely the ‘Yes, I think I would give up most of my earthly possessions to stretch this evening forever if it means hearing you laughter again’ was down to the alcohol.

Mumbo huffed, picking up the drinks card.

“I’m never going to get over him this way.”

Scar rested his chin in his hand, leaning against the sticky table.

“Nonsense. Look around you, Mumbo, this room is full of wonderful men all looking for a good time.”

“Hard to get to know them when the music is so loud.”

Scar laughed. “Well, I wasn’t suggesting you go looking for ‘the one’ right away. But a night with a handsome man might be a good first step.”

Scar hoped he never got tired of watching Mumbo blush. It was just so… cute.

“What, like a one-night stand?” he asked.

“Exactly.”

“I’ve never… I’ve never done that any sooner than the third date,” Mumbo confessed.

“Never too late to try something new,” Scar suggested. “If you want to, that is.”

Mumbo made a noncommittal sound, wringing his hands.

“Just a suggestion. I’m sure there are many other things you could do to create some distance. A holiday, maybe? I hear Paris is nice this time of year. Or maybe a new hobby? Something to get you out of the house”

Mumbo bit his lip.

“Maybe… There’s one thing I’m wondering, though. Why are you doing this, Scar?”

Why was he doing this?

Mumbo was good company, and Scar liked people. In the backroom, the closest he got to social interaction was Samuel showing up to replace him for the late shift, and while the people on his course were nice enough, most of them were a decade younger than him and straight out of sixth form. And Cub, of course, but when Cub would be home in their little two-bedroom flat above the Chinese restaurant was anyone’s guess.

And shoot him, Scar liked to see people happy, and he liked to believe there was people out there for everyone, helping Mumbo find his (or at least the courage to find them) wasn’t such a bad use of his time.

“This is the first new thing that has happened to me in weeks,” he admitted. “I don’t get out a lot - just work and school. I’ve already missed my bus, and the taxi market will be a nightmare at this hour, so I’m stuck here for at least another hour until the Friday evening rush passes. And you’re interesting, I suppose.”

“That was… very honest,” Mumbo said after a pause.

“I tend to be. That a problem?

“No, not at all. Makes it a lot easier when I don’t have to second guess. Dating, making friends - I’m a bit of a spoon with these things.”

Scar laughed. The alcohol was getting to him, he could tell, because the idea of being Mumbo’s friend made something in his chest feel all warm and fussy.

“Do you want to know one thing I don’t think I will ever get tired of? You British people and your funny little sayings. ‘A bit of a spoon’, that’s adorable.” He grinned, doing an excellent job of imitating Mumbo’s accent in his own humble opinion. “Well then, Mumbo, as someone who has been very much enjoying making friends with you - how would you like a sample of my famous, internationally renowned Scar Bontemps wingman service?”

“If you promise me not to try to do an English accent again, I think I’d agree to just about anything.”

Scar gasped. “I am great at accents, Mumbo! I bet you the next round I can convince someone I am British.”

“Well, if you’re handing out free drinks, I won’t say no.”

Scar stood up, taking the first few steps towards the door before he realised what Mumbo had just implied.

“Now, hold on just a moment, mister,” he protested. “That’s it! I’m going to prove you wrong, right away.”

Scar’s head ached, a reminder of just how that bet had turned out for him. The first round of shots had been his treat, the second bought by Mumbo. Dutch courage, he had called it.

Mumbo would surely have an advil somewhere… or whatever they were called this side of the pond. However, trapped between a wall and a man sleeping like a rock, Scar stood little chance of finding them.

It was very gentlemanly of Mumbo to begin stirring just when his need for pain relief was getting urgent, Scar thought.

He moaned, perhaps a sign he too was suffering for last night’s escapades, and tightened his hold on Scar’s waist.

Scar relaxed, letting himself be pulled against Mumbo’s chest, only squirming a little when his hip started protesting at the odd angle.

“Good morning,” he said.

Mumbo sighed, hiding his face in the crook of Scar’s neck. “Hey.”

The way he was petting Scar’s back was sweet, the gravelly tone his voice had taken on from sleep sending a shiver down his spine.

“Something wrong?” Mumbo asked, prodding himself up on one of his elbows.

Scar’s back lamented the new angle he was lying at and he adjusted himself, then adjusted Mumbo with hesitant hands, until he was comfortable again.

“I think an elephant walked through and stepped on my head while I slept - or perhaps a marching band took up residence on the inside of my skull.” At Mumbo’s puzzled, half-asleep expression, he added: “My head hurts.”

Mumbo hummed, the scruff on his cheeks tickling the sensitive skin of Scar’s neck when he leaned in to kiss his shoulder in sympathy.

“Wait here,” Mumbo told him, wriggling out from under Scar and standing up.

Despite his pounding head Scar could not help but lament the dim light of the bedroom. The end of the night was clear to him, but only in flashes. Ones that, sadly, did not include as much detail of what Mumbo looked like naked as Scar would have liked.

However, being a man of the arts, Scar had to admit there was something truly aesthetic about the way the sunlight that slipped in through the curtains lit up Mumbo’s side. One stripe of light painted on his pale skin, filtering through the speckles of body hair and nestling into the curve where his leg joined his torso. As Mumbo retreated into the en suite bathroom, it paned over his backside, upwards, playing with his silky black hair.

How would it feel on a sunny day, warmed by the sun, Scar wondered? He wiggled his fingers against the sheets in a vain effort to satiate the itch to find out.

Mumbo returned a moment later with two pills and a glass of water.

Scar eyed them sceptically.

“You keep your glassware in your bathroom?” he asked, feeling entitled to judge the man at least a little after sleeping with him.

“Only one glass,” Mumbo excused, not close enough that Scar could make out his blush in the dark. “Sometimes when I’m working on a project, I get a little… focused. seeing it next to the basin reminds me to eat and drink. It’s clean.”

“You’re a funny one, Mumbo Jumbo,” Scar told him, accepting the water and the painkillers, downing both.

“In the best ways only, I hope,” Mumbo said, flopping back on the bed with a soft grunt.

Scar leaned over him to put the glass on the nightstand, using his position to lay down half on top of Mumbo.

“Just need a moment to wake up properly.”

The last part of the sentence trailed off into a yawn. He stretched his arms above his head, bending his wrist just in time to avoid hitting the wooden windowsill.

As he settled back down, arms wrapping around Scar, it struck Scar how comfortable Mumbo was in his own space. It suited him.

The Scar Bontemps Wingman service was renowned in his circle of friends. Ren liked to say that in another lifetime Scar may have been a travelling salesman, a conman, or possibly both.

Scar wasn’t sure about that, but he did know he was good at this.

Matchmaking was easy. It was all about understanding two fundamental things: 1) everyone wanted something 2) everyone had something to give.

On dark days and long evenings watching the security feed, he often found himself circling the thought that the only reason he found it so easy to talk about others and so hard to talk about himself was that he doubted whether there was truly anyone out there who would be interested in what he had to offer.

With Mumbo it was easy. The man was obviously attractive, passionate, and charming. He had all but convinced himself setting Mumbo up with someone would be as simple as to introduce him to whatever man he had his eyes set on. Mumbo was attractive, passionate, and polite. His laughter was infectious, one evening in his company enough to put Scar in a good mood.

“So,” Scar asked, hand on the bar counter to steady himself after the second shot. “Anyone catching your eye?”

For the first time since leaving the room, Mumbo surveyed the busy room. From the small dance floor - currently dominated by five women who had arrived together and seemed to have some intricate constellation of relationships between them, judging by how a different pairing in the group were kissing every time Scar looked over. To the door, opening and closing and letting what little fresh air was able to slip in into the bar as guests went out into the cold winter air for a smoke. Finally, at the end of the bar where a group of men a year or two their junior were surveying the crowd with feigned disinterest. Bingo.

“How about those three?” he asked, nodding towards the three, well, twinks was the word that came to mind.

“Erh,” Mumbo said eloquently. “Sure?”

“Which of the three do you like?”

Mumbo looked at Scar for another long moment before surveying the group.

“The one to the right,” he revealed. “He looks stronger.”

Muscular men were Mumbo’s type, then. Scar made a mental note of it in case this first attempt didn’t work out.

“Ready?” Scar asked, draping an arm over Mumbo’s shoulder.

“As I’ll ever be,” Mumbo replied, shoulders tense enough that Scar’s own trapezius twinged in sympathy.

Mumbo, Scar quickly learned, was not an easy commodity to sell.

He obviously had plenty of qualities, which Scar dropped artfully into conversation. Why, my good friend Mumbo is an engineer, did you know? Very smart. He volunteers at a repair workshop, on top of working at a garage. Mechanics are so strong, don’t you agree? Who doesn’t love a man covered in oil and sweat? And look at him. How many men do you know that are willing to make the effort of wearing a suit every day?

That part was easy.

The hard part was when the commodity you were trying to sell seemed adamant to fight back against you.

Mumbo, while technically an engineer, needed to become a fully-fledged civil engineer before he could use his degree for anything, so really he was just like any other master’s student. The repair workshop was only to buff his resume, and the mechanic mostly had him doing consulting work - flying machines and cars weren’t so different after all.

The suit though, oh he could talk about the suit! Scar thought he had finally succeeded - on the fourth try - until Mumbo started talking about the seventh tie knot, illustrating how to tie it and detailing when to wear it. Scar made a mental note to go to his new friend next time he had a formal event, and to not bring up his manner of dress with the next man they approached unless he seemed particularly interested in the history of cufflinks.

“I don’t blame you, you know,” Mumbo hiccupped over another shot of whisky, provided by Scar. “I’m just not good at this.”

“Nonsense,” Scar told him, downing his own drink and rubbing Mumbo’s shoulder comfortingly.

(Despite his protests that he did very little practical work at the garage, Mumbo was rather strong, wasn’t he? How had Scar not noticed sooner…)

“You just need to get out of your head. Maybe we’re just going about this wrong. What if instead of approaching them, we get them to approach you?”

“And how would we do that, mate?” Mumbo asked, his arm slipping under Scar’s and providing much needed support.

“Dance with me?” he suggested. “We’ll get everyone wondering who those handsome men on the dance floor are, and when they come to ask, all you need to do is seal the deal.”

“I’m a terrible dancer,” Mumbo confessed. “Can’t dance a single step.”

“It is past midnight, everyone will have had enough to drink that it won’t matter.”

Mumbo sighed. “If you think it’ll work…”

He took a step back, offering a light bow before offering Scar his hand. Scar bit his lip not to laugh. It made sense, it did. Old money and formalities often went hand in hand. Mumbo had probably been taught how to waltz, or something equally formal.

Scar took the offered hand, placing it at his waist.

“You stand there,” he instructed, positioning himself closer to the centre of the floor, and Mumbo outwards so he could be seen from the bar and the booths. That suit really did wonders for his backside…

Now, Scar was not much of a dancer either. He liked it, but there were the obvious challenges.

“You okay?” Mumbo asked.

“My balance isn’t great without my walker.”

Mumbo’s hold on him tightened, and Scar had to wonder why he was suppressing the urge to shiver in such a hot room.

“We can leave if you’d like?” Mumbo offered.

“I was promised a dance, Mr Jumbo, and I’m holding you to that.”

Scar placed a hand over Mumbo’s chest, feeling the other’s racing heart even through the layers of fabric.

“Just hold on to me?” he requested.

“Of course,” Mumbo agreed.

They started out slow. Scar moved, Mumbo followed, the two of them simply swaying to the music.

Whatever song must be popular, because soon a handful of other bar patrons joined the previously sparsely populated dance floor. For a moment Scar thought he might have succeeded in getting someone to see Mumbo for the get he was, but instead the additional people just pushed him further into Mumbo’s arms.

Mumbo’s hand crept around his body, settling on Scar’s lower back instead of his hip, holding him in place.

“You okay?” he asked Mumbo.

“I was just about to ask you that.”

Scar smiled at him. They were chest to chest now, and he had to wrap his hands around Mumbo’s neck to even have room for his arms.

“You’re so warm,” Mumbo told him, swaying to the tune of the music again. Being as close as he was, Scar was moved by him.

“Is that bad?” he asked, both feeling and seeing how Mumbo shivered when Scar’s breath ghosted over his neck.

“No,” Mumbo said.

The music picked up speed, and so did their dance. For the first time since they had left the safety of the karaoke room, Mumbo looked relaxed.

His eyes were on Scar, his attention solely on moving to the music.

How had Scar not noticed Mumbo’s eyes sooner? Dark grey framing light, reflecting the flashing lights on the dance floor back to Scar.

The song changed, but Scar was no longer listening.

Mumbo’s hips were against his, the two of them sharing heated breaths as they continued dancing past the fifth song. Aches and pains forgotten, there was only the beat of the music and the beating of their hearts.

For every rejection Mumbo had run his hands through his short hair, leaving it a mess at this point. Perhaps Scar should smooth it out?

He wanted to do so, anyway.

He got as far as the short hair at the nape of Mumbo’s neck. Mumbo bit his lip, sighing, and Scar could not help but watch those pink lips move.

Oh.

Mumbo was tall, and had to bend his head down experimentally. Scar approached, both of them inching closer, and-

His lips were soft, his tongue inquisitive where it met Scar’s own. He tasted of fruity ciders and burning alcohol, the scent of his subtle cologne somewhat mixing into the taste in a way that wasn’t altogether unpleasant.

Whether Mumbo was consciously tightening his hold to support Scar when his knees began to go shaky, Scar wasn’t sure.

Scar heard himself moan, and Mumbo responded by biting at his lip.

He gasped, breaking away for breath.

“Cheeky,” he accused, leaning against Scar. “Do that again?”

Mumbo continued as he had all evening, following most of Scar’s whims. This time, however, he cut the kiss short, trailing down Scar’s jaw and neck instead. Oh, how pleased he was he had worn something low-cut tonight.

One of his hands remained on Mumbo’s shoulder - a necessity, his legs were still as soft as jelly beneath him - while the other trailed down Mumbo’s back, and settling on his ass- arse- whatever.

“Scar,” Mumbo sighed. “You sure about this?”

“Wouldn’t be kissing you otherwise,” he replied. “Let’s get out of here?”

“My flatmate won’t be home,” Mumbo agreed.

“Mine will be.”

“My place it is.”

And from there… well, somewhere between heady kisses, needy touches, and affirmations that neither of them expected the other to be at their best after how many drinks they had had, they ended up at the back of a cab, and then in Mumbo’s little terrace house.

“Upstairs,” Mumbo said somewhere south of Scar’s collarbone and north of his left pec, nimble fingers flying over the buttons of Scar’s shirt. It did make sense, with how much Mumbo knew about suits, that he would know how to most effectively remove a button-up. How very talented he was.

“Not great at those,” Scar told him, his walker left at the front door alongside their shoes.“Sofa?”

“Flatmate will be home by morning.”

Scar sighed, tilting his head back to allow Mumbo better access. He had never been with a man with facial hair before, and was delighted to learn Mumbo’s moustache tickled against his skin.

“I’ll help you?” Mumbo offered.

“Sure,” Scar said. By morning he would be decidedly more sober, so getting back down shouldn’t be such a challenge.

He smiled, the events of last night playing out before his mind’s eye.

Kisses that started out hesitant, while hands explored unknown paths, soon turning heated, clothes coming off in the process.

Where last night Mumbo’s body had been marked by teeth, it was now decorated in pretty little bruises. Scar knew he was much the same.

The alcohol had still been clouding their heads, burning past inhibitions, but remdering them slow. To compensate they had moved at a leisurely pace. Warm, soft, and caring, ending with both of them on their sides, inquisitively familiarising themselves with where to touch to make each other sigh in satisfaction.

Mumbo, he learned, had never been with anyone trans before. He was a quick study, though, diligently prepping Scar, carefully listening to Scar’s instructions when he told Mumbo how to hold up his legs so it wouldn’t hurt his joints now or tomorrow.

It hadn’t exactly been the best sex in the world, both of them were drunk after all, but Scar was certain he had never felt so comfortable after a one night stand before.

He was still catching his breath, lying comfortably on this side, when Mumbo slipped into the bathroom. Scar could hear the water running, and after a few minutes, he returned, looking less flushed and much cleaner.

“Sorry,” he had said, lying back down with all the grace of a falling tree, offering his open arms to Scar. “Just needed to clean up.”

Scar could recall waving it off, already cuddled against Mumbo and drifting off to sleep.

In the light of the morning, he kissed Mumbo’s shoulder and was rewarded by him snuggling closer.

“I’m awake,” he mumbled, adding a snore that told another story entirely.

It was sweet, and Scar did nothing to resist the urge to kiss him again, planting one on Mumbo’s jaw.

Mumbo shifted to look down at Scar.

“Goodness, you’re handsome.”

He said this with a surprising amount of clarity.

Scar knew this already, but it was nice to hear it anyway.

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

Mumbo’s hand settled on Scar’s waist, his fingers spreading and tracing patterns on the sensitive skin.

“Can I kiss you?”

[Still lying in bed, Mumbo and Scar agree that they both want to get to know each other better. They both find each other interesting and attractive, and even if it doesn’t turn into romance they think they could become good friends.

Mumbo goes to have a shower. Scar thinks of joining, but is hungry. Mumbo tells him where the kitchen is and to help himself to whatever he’d like.

Scar goes into the kitchen and is greeted by Grian, Mumbo’s flatmate - and his ex!

Scar is thrilled to see him. Grian tells him he regrets breaking up without giving it a try, he’s been thinking a lot about Scar, and wishes they at least hadn’t lost contact. Scar doesn’t blame him, and just looks forward to reconnecting.

Grian suggests a time and Scar has to decline because he has just planned a date with Mumbo that day.

Grian reacts weirdly to this, but before Scar can ask, Mumbo joins the in the kitchen. Scar happily tells Mumbo that he and Grian know each other, and how]

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Laurence or some say Lavrushka (nobody calls him like that but I am here to fix it). Finally I am ready to share everything I have about him. A man caused my migraine when I first tried to dig into his lore. I never was his fan but I must admit he is the biggest problem in Yharnam after beasthood and eldritch horrors

Can imagine him in no other way. Absolutely. And his sideburnsssss!! (I hope I call them right? google translate confused me ._.) <3 (hi to Gilveciy, all for you, love, I know you don't like them xD)

I tried to create couple of outfits for him and was really excited before I started create them xD I am not the one who can make really detailed outfit. I like how he looks here but not really satisfied with them ;_; But when I try to add something my head is just pooof empty and I just sit with my phone for 20 minutes. So I left them as they are, maybe I will get enough inspiration to change them later, but for now let them be just concepts.

First robe is for service alongside Choir. On his head is wreath made of Blood Gems, on his chest is his medalion (wow Fareeha was it hard to create?), cool belt with jewels, and choir-like garb under dark cape. And blood-toned tunic under all of this. Cape is decorated with flowers from Isz Chalice because there Church found Ebrietas so...

Second one I think is more regular for him! All dark with red shoes - as a symbol of his holiness and power.

When I was watching "THe Young Pope" with Jude Law as main hero,,,,,, I thought about Laurence. I mean I watched it long ago but now I associated Laurence with Lenny Belardo and oh my god,,,, Red shoes,,,,.. That one episode.......

And the third one...

*"You can leave your hat on" plays on the background*

The last outfit is for church services in old Yharnam or just in poor parts of the city, because I don't think that the most poor yharnamites would be happy to see the vicar of new Church in a gorgeous garb while they are starving everyday.

Now, time for headcanons. I... I wrote a lot about him. I wrote so much that I got lost in my thoughts. So I decided to SHOW his relationships during time with others, because it's much easier than just tell ;_;

SO

Firstly I wanted to depict ALL relationships between them but the scheme became so messy and unreadable that I made second variant which only for Laurence + some other characters love or hate or etc

My Laurence is a son of wealthy family from the foreign lands, maybe connected with Loran! I'm sure he would change that part of his biography to something more acceptable, since as an adult he would not want to be judged by yharnamites for his origins. His childhood consisted of solid learning, imitating his father and quietly copying the people around him. A child always needs an example, and they will look for it in those who are close to they heart, or at least give some emotions! So young Laurence took a lot from his despotic father, had almost no respect for his own mother, and was constantly listening to the squabbles and gossip of the servants of their estate, unconsciously beginning to analyze people and selecting their own approach to them. I think he would have been that cranky child, one of those who yell so resoundingly at their parents but are completely indifferent at heart - they just know WHAT will make the other person do what they want.

Little Laurence was also very drawn to creativity and dancing (something an aristocrat should be able to do), and was a very sweet child in person, but under the weight of responsibility and other people's expectations, he gradually grew obnoxious behavior, arrogance and the rest of the beauties of adverse adulthood!

I HORRIBLY headcanon Laurence as a kind of leader, "headman" among students, and also the last creep - he was bullying other students because of social class, contempt, forming a circle of "elite" around him, insults and humiliation! A handsome, talented, academically successful young man, but with a terrible character. I think he always had a combination of a "soft" gut, which strives for fun and comfort, and a strong inner core and also a cold, calculating mind, which he brought up in himself. At least, that's how I see it.

Laurence caused a lot of trouble for young Caryll, ridiculing his disability and poor health, as well as his family who sent their almost dying son to Byrgenwerth. He made fun of young Rom because of her appearance (which he actually quite liked), belittled Yurie by recognizing the vulnerable soul in her and gave her nickname "Ice Queen" which stayed with her for life. I think the only one he didn't succeed at bullying was Micolash - and that annoyed him as much as appealed. Micolash came from a poor, lower class of Yharnam, and he always looked unkempt, he stood out from the crowd of students. But all Laurence's taunts were like the squeak of a mosquito to him - Micolash was quite curious what he would think of to find his weak spot. Also, I think Micolash was very interested in Laurence's theory of the Blood. Micolash liked Laurence the way he was - edgy, egoistical, sharp and bitchy.

I headcanon that Laurence adopted this concept and the very idea of blood ministration from his father as the one thing he found useful in him, and his father adopted the theory from Cainhurst, which he sometimes visited by invitation as a scientist. So Laurence was a little ahead of his time when he shared with Willem his thoughts on the benefits of blood transfusions. It was something unusual and fresh among Yharnam's outdated scientific trends, and I think Willem marked Laurence for himself as an "unusual" student because of it.

Laurence had established himself at Byrgenwerth as a leader in the worst sense of the word, but later there was a sudden change with him. So much so that it seemed to everyone that he had been replaced. The bully and the last asshole suddenly turned into a pleasant person, and all attacks on other students stopped. All that remained was a thirst for studying chemistry, biology and scientific debates. There was a completely new Laurence - and it at first even a little scared everyone. Micolash felt betrayed (he liked his previous version :P). And the reason of his change remained unknown for many years, but everything was very simple. A very ardent and daring young man crossed paths with Master Willem's acquaintance, a wise man of years - the hunter Gehrman.

No one knows what happened between them, but I think there was a very serious conflict there - Laurence's insolence and Gehrman's integrity. I think Gehrman was able to put him in his place and break his dense layer of chitin on his soul. By talking he got to Laurence's heart and by saying many unpleasant but true things to him, he was able to make him realize that this way Laurence would only achieve a lonely old age. That's when their father-son relationship was born. In fact, Gehrman replaced for Laurence his both parents by helping him to deal with his inner problems, teaching him to communicate with people and accept them as they are. After meeting the old hunter, Laurence stopped communicating with his parents, and at the same time lost a huge weight that pressed on him and made him come from anxiety - the weight of other people's expectations.

So by the Fishing Hamlet incident, when most students were processing what had happened in their own way, Laurence was free of emotion and ready to develop his theory about the Blood. It was around that time that he met Gehrman's student, the knight Maria, who had left her home castle to learn the art of hunting (And she and Gehrman were also in love with each other). I once had a crazy headcanon with Maria's escape from Cainhurst xD It's calmer now - she was part of the help Cainhurst offered to Willem in exchange for opening the catacombs and his scientific researches.

Laurence's theory gave an unexpected breakthrough - the injection of Blood brought unprecedented results. With the blood of the Great One Willem saved Caryll from death and even let him stand once again on his legs (I can imagine the shock of others, when Caryll walked using only the cane, because standing still was hard for him. I should add that later Caryll will use his wheelchair again because effects of blood are not everlasting and he wouldn't want do more injections of such rare blood when others need help and blood too) , and also gave him his first visions of the Runes and a connection with the Great Ones.

After the discovery of Kos (and murdering her?), after a small shift in Micolash's mind, after Rom began to study the parasites of Kos and their effects on herself, Research Hall was established. The Byrgenwerth for students was over, and Willem, taking his best student with him, began to develop the idea of replacing the old Church of Yharnam with a new one - a church on Blood, Blood that cures all ills and diseases. This is how we come to the Research Hall.

Having made an impression on the higher academic circles and having secured the support of several noble houses of Yharnam and partly Cainhurst - the Church was founded, and Willem took the role of bishop (The bishop thing is actually not my headcanon, the idea belongs to Katy. I adopted it and put it in my lore. It's too logical) and Laurence took the role of vicar. The medical Research Hall was opened. Micolash took on the role of one of the doctors, and Rom (Again, the basis was taken from Katy, that Micolash was the doctor and Rom was the patient!) volunteered herself for research, as her body didn't just take seawater and blood - every day she was diagnosed with a new disease, and the next day it disappeared, and almost no one could understand what was happening to her. However, after studying the parasites for a long time, Rom discovered something that she didn't share with anyone. She only bandaged her eyes and secluded herself on the upper floors, allowing herself to be explored.

The oath of loyalty to the Church was taken by one of Yharnam's best warriors, Ludwig, who became the first Hunter of the Church. True, he swore the oath to Willem, and the latter soon began to gradually lose his mind and appear less and less in public, examining his eyes. And Ludwig found himself knighted by Laurence. I can't say that Ludwig liked it xD He saw Laurence as a young upstart (Ludwig himself is very conservative) and kept forgetting that he was a vicar, though young, and it was his duty to serve him. Their relationship was strained for a long time. But they became friends with Gehrman's aid, who became a common friend to both of them. So they were able to get to know each other better. And Ludwig never learned that the exploratory nature of Laurence was very interested in his visions and foreign blood flowing in the veins of the knight. Ludwig was appointed captain of the Tomb Prospectors, which inevitably drove him mad and led to the discovery of the Sword of Moonlight.

Laurence gave all his time to his work, but his heart was devoted to something else... The vicar suddenly found himself attracted to Rom, Micolash's half-sister. He did not even know whether fate had punished him in this way for his cruelty to the girl in the past, or whether he had always loved her? But he could think of no one else -he needed Rom. And Laurence, between services, visited her humble room to try to talk and bring her something she would like, whether it was a treat or clean clothes. Love struck him so suddenly that while he was doing it - he didn't notice that under his nose Micolash was conducting inhuman experiments on a girl named Adelina (even though she supported them), and Damian was sneaking for him artifacts from the catacombs to study (because Micolash asked him to, and Damian could never refuse him. Even if it's about stealing. Damian has endured and suffered a lot just to be useful to the one he loved)

And beautiful Rom reciprocated, though she laughed at him, remembering the past. But the unexpectedly warm and gentle character of the new Laurence, his pleasant look and tender kisses warmed her heart. Laurence felt happy for the first time since finding a father figure in Gehrman. As their relationship began to slowly mend, despite Caryll's displeasure about it, Rom felt the Great One. Ebrietas called to her from the lowest of the low. All the parasites she had implanted in her body were synchronizing with that call.

The Choir was founded, and a little later, the School of Mensis.

I think I have such a hard time with Laurence because his life is intertwined with ALL the characters in one way or another. So I'm going to go straight through his relationships during the sunset era of the Healing Church. Laurence himself began to slowly lose his own ideals - blood cured but people were slowly turning into beasts. The massacre of Old Yharnam had left a deep wound in the heart of the city. The Great Ones no longer seemed to be the force that led to a greater good, not at all - the humans were too weak to reach their level.

Rom secluded herself to Ebrietas and did not leave her side. When she began to change and gradually became part of the Kin, Laurence did not stop loving her. He cared for her as best he could, but here was the trouble - she didn't need any help. The process was irreversible. Laurence's little dream of a real family where everyone would love each other was shattered when Rom disappeared into her cocoon, undergoing her final transformation. He managed to visit her twice before he died himself. Both times he talked to her - had a monologue, recounting his hardships and troubles. It seemed to him that she did not notice him at all, and that the old Rom was gone. But she was glad to know that his love had not faded. Neither had hers.

Micolash took all the knowledge he needed from the Choir and left, taking many people with him to found the School of Mensis. Laurence thought his manipulative friend would have no more contact with him after that, but the School of Mensis needed the shelter of the Church. And for the sake of possible progress, Laurence let him do what he wanted. Only rare attention of Church doctors who were trying to find out what was going on in Yahar'Gul bothered Micolash. Laurence made another mistake, but he could no longer figure out what was going on at all, so he let it go. Laurence didn't live to see the Ritual of Mensis.

Ludwig had lost the last remnants of his mind. He didn't care about anything, and he seemed to have forgotten that he had a family - a wife and daughter, Ludwig spoke only to his sword. Tomb Prospectors was left without a captain, and Laurence appointed Gremia to be their captain, giving him the title "Sir" at Ludwig's (Gremia's ) old request. Laurence did not see how Ludwig later turned into a monster. He felt really guilty but his curiousity was still stronger then anything.

During his time in the Church, he had a loyal bodyguard and protector, Brador, an assassin who had sworn an oath of loyalty to him. They formed a close bond, but Laurence never knew what it really was. Only Brador, who later put his scalp on himself, knew.

Caryll, who had rejected Laurence all his life, disappeared without a trace one evening at the School of Mensis. Laurence had an unfinished conversation with him. Laurence wished that he would finally forgive him for his student years, but Caryll no longer cared for the this world. He disappeared, following the ringing bell into the darkness. His wheelchair was discovered empty, and his body was never found. No one had come out of the room where he had last been.

The Cainhurst Massacre had been recorded by the Church as an execution of the vicious Vilebloods, and Laurence preferred not to think about what the descendants of the Pthumerians had been killed for.

Laurence's almost father and mentor had found eternal life, given over to the Moon Presence. Laurence had promised him that he would come for him, for the poor old man who deserved only peace and an easy death, for he had lost the woman he loved years before, and his madness had produced a copy of her, the Doll. Laurence could not fulfill his promise, though he wanted to. I still actually don't understand why Gehrman and exactly Gehrman was given? But I think it's like a deal with the devil - to receive something you should give something that is dear for you.

Little Amelia, whom Laurence often visited in the orphanage, seemed to love him very much. She received his pendant, the symbol of the Healing Church years later, when she was grown up and able to receive the title of Vicar. They had met when she was a little girl, and Laurence secretly dreamed that someday, maybe, she would be a member of his family.

He died when everything he had done all his life had died down, when the screams of torn Yharnamites in the streets of the city became commonplace. The vicar could not bear all the consequences of his actions and endeavors. He wished only good things, and good intentions pave the road to hell.

And on this pathos words I should finish, I will add only small-small headcanons that did not fit into the text, as well as many other details of my vision of lore (+I forgor many things that I came up with...........)

While my husband and I were discussing him, we came to the conclusion that he simply could not be someone who unselfishly wished happiness for everyone and everything, wished to heal people and save them with Blood. He wished for good, but wished that HE was the cause of it, wished to be the hero and the best.

But there are also two sides to my Laurence, so I headcanon that his zodiac sign is Gemini (like mine, I know exactly what it's like to have two people in your head). He can be fun and naive - afraid for his appearance, running around Gehrman's workshop as a grown man, picking flowers for Rom and laughing at the top of his voice, or he can be a manipulative little asshole who is curious to see what happens to another person if you put him in a certain situation. And I like him like that a lot :^)

And now me and husband have a local joke - Laurence's sideburns LMAO They are so soft mmmhmmm..........

Headcanons:

- Laurence is an excellent dancer. He was trained to dance as a child and knows how to twirl in a minuet, what a polonaise is, and can easily take a lady to twirl in a waltz (in my case, that lady is Rom)

- Laurence has an intolerance to alcohol. So he drinks mostly water, juice or something like that!

- Laurence had always loved the taste of blood. When his finger was cut, he put his lips to the wound, not so much from pain as from a desire to taste it again. He'd never taken such liberties with other people's blood. But he loved his own.

- Laurence grew sideburns because he stopped liking himself and feeling confident after some of Micolash's caustic comments about his appearance xd With sideburns he felt good and his anxiety went away, and Micolash's attacks didn't hurt so much. He was VERY proud of his sideburns, because they finally lifted him up in his own eyes and made him masculine

- He has looots of bodyhair. He is even fluffy. (It confused Brador)

-Laurence's parents wrote him letters, tried to contact him. But thanks to his connection with Gehrman, he didn't need them.

-He and Micolash were never really friends, but they always talked - they were interested in each other. Micolash mostly used the vicar as a toy, blackmailed him sometimes, but he still loved his company. When Laurence began to feel guilty about all the events in Yharnam, Micolash became completely disappointed with him.

-In Byrgenwerth he had a nickname "Laura" because of his pretty face. The nickname was created by Micolash, used only by Micolash too, but the mere fact of its existence made Laurence very uncomfortable

I am sure I missed something that I wanted to tell. But anyway. Laurence's mood:

[igotanidea]

Third: Dean winchester x fem!reader

Summary/request: a witch cast a spell on Y/N and Sam Winchester and put them in alternate universe where Y/N confronts her male counterpart in the form of Dean Winchester.

thank you for this @yourlocalloser-core! hope you'll like it :D

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The last thing she could remember was some dust being thrown into her face and loosing consciousness. It felt like the freaking Sandman came for her himself, but she was a grown up adult not believing in a silly childish tale. Angels, demons, wendigos, shapeshifters? Sure, absolutely.

But Sandman? Pff! No way in hell.

It took her a few minutes to get back to reality and not without effort, with pounding in her head she sat up on the bed.

“SAM!?” she cried out not seeing her younger brother anywhere and feeling fear creeping in. “Sammy!!”

“Y/N?!” Sam busted in through the door of the motel, ready to pounce at whatever supernatural being his sister might be facing. “What happened?”

“No idea…. “ she muttered grabbing her plaid shirt, feeling sudden chill. “But something’s not right…… What’s the last thing you remember?”

“I think we were dealing with a witch?”

“Oh, right, a witch. That would explain the dizziness from the spell. Must have been a young one, the older are usually more capable with casting them. You good Sam?”

“I’m fine. Wondering where we are though.”

“I hope it’s not like the Thursday again situation. Don’t think I can handle it once more.”

She was obviously joking but the reality was about to turn out much much worse than that.

When the door to their motel room opened, both Sam and Y/N grabbed their guns instinctively, learned by years and years of experience in the hunting business. No one could blame them after confrontation with a witch and waking up with the weird feeling in their guts.

“WHOA! Wow! Hold the fire!” the man who walked in (or rather tried to walk in) seemed surprised by two gats aimed at him. He raised his hands in surrender, but even though he looked harmless, both of the sibling knew better then to fall for the masks. “

“who the hell are you?” Y/N asked with her most stern and terrifying voice.

“Well hello to you….” The man smirked looking her up and down “Sammy, you could have told me you got a girl over. I would have knocked.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, not bother at all by the man’s wondering eyes. If anything she only smirked, waiting for the situation to develop.

“knocked huh?” she teased “wonder on what?”

“What’s your name, pretty one?” the man took a few steps closer, clearly trying to flirt with her

“wouldn’t you like to know, handsome?” she easily mimicked his tone

“I’m Dean.”

“And I didn’t ask.”

“Well such a shame, since now you’re gonna remember it.”

“Oh, am I?” she smiled innocently , fluttering her eyelashes. Once she was sure she got Dean’s full attention she reached towards her belt, grabbed the tiny bottle of holy water and poured it all over him.

“What the hell?!” he yelled in frustration. This was not what he was expecting, even though he probably should have been more careful. 

“What the hell you?!”

“Why did you splay me with holy water?!”

“Cause I don’t have any salt on me!” she screamed back at him.

“Salt?! What…..?! I’m not a demon!!”

“Then what are you!?”

“I’m human!!”

“And I don’t believe you!”

“Sam!” Dean yelled looking at him brother “tell this crazy girl who I am. Cause damn, you are as crazy as you are hot lady.”

“Sam!” Y/N yelled at her brother in the same way “do you know this crazy lunatic?”

“Whoa! Who do you call lunatic!”

The scene that was unravelling in front of Sam’s eyes was truly western-like. Y/N and Dean were standing in front of each other, eyeing the other with crinkled eyes, with a power position stand and clearly neither of them were going to surrender easily, let alone trust that the other was in fact, human and not supernatural being. The only thing that was missing was some fight-like background music.

“Well… I….um….” Sam stuttered, twisting his face, knowing better than to interfere. Just a glance at the pair made him realise that they were awfully similar in both behaviour and even in the dressing. And he already had a working theory of what was going on. “I think…..” he tried to say, but no one was paying attention to him anymore.

 “I’m gonna ask you once more” she hissed “who the hell are you?!”

“So your boyfriend didn’t introduce you to the family?” Dean smirked

“What the fuck now?! What boyfriend!? ”

“Oh, Sammy, you didn’t tell her I’m your brother? I’m deeply hurt.”

“Brother!?” Sam and Y/N frowned at the words and Dean did not like it.  Only now he realised that something was going on.

“What the hell? Sammy? Don’t you remember me?”

“I don’t know you, man.”

“You don’t…. know me?” Dean stuttered a bit, brokenness creeping on his face. If his own little brother did not remember him than… than…. “shit!” he gasped, tangling fingers in his hair and ruffling them in desperation.

“Wait….” Y/N looked at him, recognising the gesture. Dean ruffled his hair in a very distinctive way, with his thumb sticking out. And so it happened that she knew it so well because she used to do it in the very same way. “I think….. Oh, shit…. Sam?”

“Yeah.”

“Is it … possible that….we’re in the alternate universe….?” The girl frowned. ”you know… that witch.”

“alternate what….?” Dean spun around looking at her with suspiciousness in her eyes, not realising a single thing of the silly metaphysics topic they were now talking about.

“Well…..”

“Dean.”

Before Y/N had a chance to open her mouth and formulate an answer, the sudden deep voice coming from behind the back made her jump.

Yeah, she should have been used to it at this point, but Castiel, the angel of the lord, was extremely resistant when it came to basic knowledge about human-like behaviour. And if she wasn’t in the very complicated relationship with him, she would lash out. (she could still remember meeting him for the first time and explaining the ‘personal space’ concept to him. The memory was way funnier than the real life event, since again Castiel was very obstructive).

Her first instinct upon seeing him, was to run to him, hide in his arms and act like everything was normal, like he was, quite literally, her guardian angel, and everything was going to be fine. It’s been a while since she saw him and the longing took the toll. She might have been a hunter and a Winchester, but on the other hand she was also a girl, and the family business was not easy on her. Being the oldest one, taking care of her brother, saving people, hunting things. She never ever complained, carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders, but it was ….. hard.  And when Castiel showed up in her life, due to some crazy occurrences in her crazy as shit life she was...

Well it was hard to describe how she felt since it was pretty much a mix of everything, starting from shock at the existence of angels, ending on being flustered whenever he was around. And yes, she fell hard. And fast. Like never before. Castiel and Sam were the only constants she had in her life, so no one could blame her internal struggling.

“Hello Cass….” She whispered expecting frowned eyes, tilted head and confused look.

“Hello Y/N”

Now that was surprising. He knew who she was?

“You don’t belong here.”

“No… No I guess I don’t. Neither me nor Sam. Can you send us back though? I kinda miss the you in my verse…..”

“I can’t.”

“Oh…..” she looked down.

“But I know someone who can.”

“Oh?” she looked up now, cursing herself internally. She was supposed to be the strong older sibling and right now she was acting like a silly teenager waiting for someone to tell her what to do.

“Let’s go.” Cass commanded, obviously keeping the details of the plan to himself. He walked out the door followed suit by Sam, who didn’t even look at his sister, making her feel heavily betrayed. She stayed back still trying to wrap her head around it all and apparently so was Dean.

“Are you in love with him or something?” the man smirked looking at his female counterpart mockingly

“Shut up!” she hissed

“I don’t understand how’s that possible. I could never do something like that. Maybe we’re not so similar after all.”

(poor Dean…. He was in for a huge future surprise).

***

Apparently the person Castiel was referring to as the one who could help was no one else but Bobby. So the plan was to get back to his place, cast some backwards spell and send Y/N and Sam back to their reality.

Easy as it was.

Right?

RIGHT?!

Yeah, well, not really.

“You’re not driving mycar!”

“Yourcar?! Back off my baby!” Dean practically jumped in front of Y/N, preventing her from getting her hands on the steering wheel.

“Move.” She hissed. The car topic was not something to be joked about.

“No.”

“Then I’ll move you.”

“I’m sure you will.”

“I’m not joking.”

“And I’m really scared of you.” He rolled his eyes.

“From what I heard you were scared of a cat once?” she smirked

“You little….!”

This would probably go on and on and on if it wasn’t for Sam who stepped in, acting like the only adult in the room, putting them on the backseat, separated by Cas and took the driver’s place himself.

No one was happy about it.

Cas had a wet cat face expression, probably wishing he could just poof away, but due to some inexplicable empathetic instinct unable to leave Sam alone with those two.

Dean and Y/N were looking like kindergarteners put in the corner as some sort of punishment with their arms crossed and giving each other evils.

Sam was forced to listen on tones of good advice and constructive criticism coming from the owner(s) of impala, cause apparently he didn’t know shit about driving.  But honestly being a younger sibling comes with developing the ability to not give a shit about older one opinion and approach so as long as they left him out of it and kept fighting each other he was quite content in his position, smirking under the nose and observing the situation.

At some point it got quite funny since they were, arguing about everything starting from the pie flavour, ending on proper technique on fighting supernatural beings. The road to Bobby’s was long enough that they pretty much shared their whole life stories, picking up on the bad, ambiguous jokes and innuendos.

“You two are so alike…” Sam chuckled shaking his head in disbelief

“We’re not!” they yelled in unison.

“Oh, you so are.” The younger Winchester repeated this time openly laughing.

“That’s betrayal Sam!” Y/N kicked his seat from behind “he’s nothing more than my copycat!”

“copycat?! You are in  my timeline sweetheart.”

“call me sweetheart again and ….”

“and what will you do…..?”

“enough!” Sam hit the break hard making the impala stop violently, sending all the passengers flying forwards.

“son of  a bitch!” they cried out in unison again, terrified at what their brother was doing to the car. A second later their gazes met.

“Stop using my words!”

“Those are mine!”

“Oh, I’m sorry did you copyright them?”

“Did you?”

“Screw you, Winchester!”

“No, screw you, Winchester!”

“Say it again, I dare you.”

*Poof*

“See what you did?!”

“What did I do?!”

“You made Castiel lose his shit and poof himself!”

“It doesn’t really take much to make him do that, right?”

“And yet, you did it.”

“Did not!”

“Oh God….” Sam sighed deeply, resuming the driving, praying to whatever angel, demon or jinn was listening that he could take example of Cas and disappear from the car.”

***

“Idiots!” Bobby hissed the second the impala parked in front of his house. Obviously they called him from the road briefly explaining what happened, keeping the details to himself, preparing him for what was coming and warning to not use the riffle.

His words were harsh but he was as close to father as the Winchesters could possibly have so no one was offended or hurt because of that.

“Hi Bobby.” Y/N greeted him with the tiny smile.

“You’re a new face.”

“I wonder why does it have to be me? Why couldn’t it be Sam?” the girl scoffed.

“Me what?” her brother frowned

“I mean, it could have been you not existing in this universe. How would that feel? No one knowing you? Recognising you? Treating you only like an alternate version of someone they care about and love? Believe me, it’s…..”

“It sucks.” Dean chimed in.

Y/N frowned and looked at him. It seemed like his words were not just empty talking but more like he’s been through something that left a scar on him. His tone clearly suggested that he knew what he was talking about and so did his face expression.

“Wait….. did it happen to you too?” Y/N asked her eyes growing wide. “Growing apart with Sam? No one recognising you?”

“Do I look like a spider-man to you?” Dean smirked. “Not forgetting, but yeah, becoming distant, yes.  It should never be like it….” The man muttered, keeping on a straight face. But even though Y/N knew.

She knew he was through the same experience as her and for the first time since they met she might have felt something different then annoyance at him. It was such a surprising change of feelings that it made her chuckle.

“Why are you giggling like a silly teenager?”

“I’m not grinning But hey, you know what? You’re not such a bad boy as you pose as.”

“don’t know if that’s an offence or a compliment”

“How about a piece offering?”

“Where’s the pie then?”

“Oh I’m sure we can find one. Can’t we Bobby?”

Bobby didn’t answer, his gaze darting between the two in a bit of a confusion .

“Balls!” he cried out finally.

“Yeah, I know, it’s terrifying….” Sam muttered

“Handling one of you was a challenge at times, but two?! Not for my nerves.”

“How about we sent us back then? What do we need?”

***

Luckily Bobby had all the ingredients necessary for the backwards spell. It only took a few hours to put it all together.

Sam and Y/N were coming back home, and yet, she felt some sort of nostalgia. Meeting Dean was something… supernatural. And yes, he might have been the rowdy, rebel type with leather jacket, no phone and no address, but he was still her. And it was both shocking and enriching. Just like looking at the mirror and seeing someone else being through all the same life event and behaving in the same manner.

And she couldn’t just leave without saying at least a word of goodbye.

And apparently neither could he.

So, acting with the same instincts they met at the porch of Bobby’s house, sharing a can of beer.

“Hey there.” She smiled genuinely

“No holy water this time?”

“Nah… Bobby taught me another exorcism just in case.”

“Yeah, he got a way with those crazy spells.”

“Hopefully the one he’s about to cast will work.”

“You worried?” Dean handed her a can and looked at the girl carefully.

“Since when do you care?”

“You know me….” He chuckled in response “You are me after all.”

“Finally came to peace with that?”

“Maybe. I mean… “ he sighed unable to find the right words to describe it.

“I know.” She interrupted him. “I know. But you gotta admit one thing.”

“And what may that be?” he raised an eyebrow.

“I got a better ass.” Y/N smirked taking a sip of her drink and enjoying the slight blush on her male counterpart’s face. Poor Dean. No matter what he would say at that moment he would offend himself.

“You won that one, Y/N.”

***

“Ready?” Bobby asked

“As ready as can be.” Sam muttered

And so Singer started casting the spell that send them back home. Safely and in one piece. But before they disappeared …..

“see you around, bitch.” Dean grinned

“Take care, jerk.” she grinned back

[aurelaeusgarwood]

“Dear August,”

Pairing: Jschlatt x Male Reader

Rating: Mature / 18+

Warnings: Mentions of Sexual themes and Angst

(Minors DNI)

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

In the early 19th century England, smart, handsome, beautiful Y/N Wrensliede has it all in the town of Linwood. From fine wine, to a rich estate. During one night, at one of the Wrensliede held parties, An old friend seems to have return with something in mind. Will their love be till death do them part?

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Chapter I: Y/N Wrensliede

February 4th, 1864 ~ Wrensliede Estate, Linwood

I could not believed myself as to what I am thinking and feeling—most certainly to someone I grew up with. Out of all these women in my father’s ballroom this late afternoon. I’d find myself a future court, unfortunately non of the women seemed to interest me other then Sir Jonathan Schlatt standing opposite from me across the room. When I first entered this room, I never expected to feel scared, nervous, warm. But I cannot and dare not discuss this feeling with myself or with anyone for that matter, too much of absurdity to handle.

Good thing for him to have not notice me yet. Too busy flirting with a poor maiden. Standing like a small stick next to him, uninterested and awkwardly quiet. She holds her glass firmly, as if he were to ever take it from her, Now that I think of it, I would love to quench my afternoon thirst with Uncle Frederick’s finest wine in all of town Linwood. One of the servants walked by.

“Give me a cold glass of Aurumbähr wine please,”

“As you wish your Lordship,”

Said the servant, she then walked away and disappeared from the crowd, then back with my drink in tow.

“Is there anything else you would need your Lordship?”

“No. You can go,”

Her curtsy made my stomach twist, not in a flattering way, but disgust. Why does father have to make us Wrensliedes feel more important then anyone else in this town? especially in my own home, I can’t even ask for something without being treated as royalty when there’s a royal palace miles up the northwest mountains. ‘Too much money’ I tell my mother, whenever she allows herself to listen to me, can’t tell if she can even hear me, that poor women is going deaf. Maybe I should speak with my tone higher next time?

“I see that you still hate being called that, your highness~”

I gasped, my drink almost falling out of my hands—there stood Mr. Schlatt, in his dark grey suit, his stature horrendously tall yet handsome. His face, punchable.

“How dare you almost make me waste this!“

“Is that Aurumbähr? I’ve had far better wine overseas,”

I gasped again, how dare he? My uncle’s family has been one of the greatest wine brewers in this country for decades.

“I’ll have you know Aurumbähr is far more rich and flavourful than those sour, earthy drinks you had from the Canadas,”

“Oh is that it? Hmm last I heard Frederick discovered bugs swimming in his barrels, care to explain that?”

“That was last year!”

“Are you certain? last I heard was back in August,”

I swear to the stars above, This man; yet older then me, cannot count to save his life.

“That’s still last year, what did you even do over overseas? get drunk?”

He laughed, his smile handsomely gross, a bit of his white teeth I spotted. He licked his lips so delicately, soft and—

“You know I won’t mind, Little N/N—OW”

I pulled away the little hairpin.

“Don’t call me that, we aren’t foolish young adults anymore!”

I whispered, looking around to see if anyone heard, Schlatt rubbed his arm, pouting in pain.

“But I thought that’s what you liked me calling you, when you would—“

I stomped on his foot, he yelped, crouching over as he was in more pain.

“Enough of that Mr. Schlatt, I am already growing tired of your presence at this moment”

“You’re right, I am sorry, that was a long time ago—but aside from that, how have you been?”

I am not certain on how I can answer that, I’ve been idle these years, being twenty-five of age, still haven’t been courted yet from other wealthy families and have not been in any interest at all.

“I am doing absolutely great, in fact, I was until my father never notified me about your invitation today,”

“Well you would’ve declined it by then”

“Exactly—“

“—Which means, I have something entirely important to give to you,”

I stumbled, my words being interrupted and talked over. The mannerisms on Mr. Schlatt is no gentleman to be. Out of all of the men in this town, Mr. Schlatt has a way to shut you up and hear what he has ti say, stubborn and selfish he is.

“And what is that?”

He said nothing, other then that look… Why do I remember that look? He gave me a folded piece of paper and walked away—lost in the crowd, I was alone with this neatly folded note.

“Hold this,”

I said to the servant, giving her my drink.

“Yes your lordship”

I can’t even… Never mind that, what did this idiot write.

———

Dear, Little N/N

Meet me at the apple blossoms behind your fathers garden at 17:30

~ Yours truly, Jonathan Schlatt

———

My name is Y/N Earwood Wrensliede, Mr. Schlatt, not little—No, I am not saying that play name ever again. What does he want? I check my watch and it’s 17:01, The sun should set in twenty-nine minutes, why that hour? I give my drink a few sips. The fine fermented grapes, sweet and savoury on my tongue. I look around and I don’t seem to spot him anywhere amongst the crowd of women and lords. So I waited. The room was probably my favourite out of this old building. The designs and decorations on the ceilings was done by some painter from Paris, quite a beautiful piece of the greek tales of the gods.

The gold and glow the room had as well as the fine music from the quartet gave me comfort. Just if he hadn’t showed up, maybe I could’ve found myself a Lady to court with, get my father to look up to me and take on the family name whence his time comes. 17:25 came along, I excused myself for a walk outside, still holding my glass half empty. The wine swirled as I strut, the colour swayed as if blood from a holiday steak feast I’ve had with Father and Mother.

Mother is not here as she is teaching ballet in France, so it’s Father and I watching over the Wrensliede Estate, A lovely and grand stone pillar home of these fine landscapes. It’s a long walk but l reach the garden and spot the assortments of blossom trees at the back,

Mr. Schlatt nowhere to be found. I walk further more, until I stop at the large apple blossom, blooming with shiny fruits, although half of them are eaten by the nature life out here. Has Mr. Schlatt trick me again? like when we were children?

Someone then covers my eyes, It was dark for a moment until I turned around, there stood in front of me, Mr. Schlatt—with a smirk and a laughter in his voice. I still don’t know what is about him, I haven’t seen him for awhile and he still acted the same.

“I knew you’d come, I’ve missed you”

“I— I ummm, well I missed you too…”

He chuckled, the pointed dull teeth showing as he looked above the apples.

“It has been six and a half years since we last parted ways… I know you have more than just to say, little N/N”

He stepped forward, I froze, I couldn’t seem to move.

“Well you left without a word to the Canadas, so I moved on, what did you expect me to say?”

He softly smiled, how awful did I miss that smile, I look around, trying to avoid his brown eyes, but to focus on the fresh seemingly ready red apple, hanging on the branch undisturbed. He looked at the apple too, before reaching up and taking it off the stem—My eyes widen.

“My father will kill you if he found out you touched his tree”

“Well he’s not here, besides, not like he wouldn’t mind if you did”

“Oh trust me, his anger is not pleasant”

He turned it around in his palm, before giving it a bite, I reached over but he moved his arm away, the apple bitten and out of reach. I looked at him like he was some lunatic, and he just smiled at me—chewing. I then felt his arm reach behind my waist, he then pulled me up to his chest, my heart beating faster. The glass in my hands slip, shattering upon the pavement. I stare up, his face looking down on me as he leans in, his lips touching mine as I felt his tongue reach in, the chewed apple pieces slide in my mouth, transferring from him to me… I can’t think. What is happening, my head hurts, my heart is beating hard that it hurts. He pulled away—I could feel the apple bits in my mouth still.

“You can swallow, Now he won’t know it was you”

I did what he said, I swallowed the bits as I felt his thumb caress my closed lips. I felt heated and unstable.

“You know little N/N, I missed you so much, that every man I see back in Canada, I see your face, your smile and your body… Please… I—“

“I think I’m tired, I need to sleep Mr. Schlatt, please excuse—“

He grabbed my hand as I tried to get away from his grasp, I could feel my nose leaking, the blood dripping down to the ground, mixing in with wine, almost identical. He dropped the apple as he spotted the blood.

“Dear stars, are you alright N/N?”

I nodded, as he lead me to a bench near by, sitting me down. I did t know what to do as he cleaned my mess, his large hands delicately and cautiously cleaning the blood. I waited till he was done.

“It’s… It’s N/N—not… that name,”

“I thought you liked it,”

“I…”

I don’t know what I like anymore, he gave my hand a light squeeze. I look away to where the broken glass of spilled wine and a bitten apple lay, a mess like myself and this situation becoming. Great, I’m crying in front of a man I used to love, someone who abandoned me without a word, a horrid moment I am to be experiencing. I could still feel the warm of where his lips used to press. Ever since he left I had no one else to fall in love. He was all I had and now he just arrives and proceeds to do all this like nothing has ever happened? Ludicrous.

“I waited, and time passed by—yet you haven’t returned…”

“My greatest sincerest apologies N/N, I have been wanting to meet before I left, but due to some scheduling I didn’t have time.”

“Not even for a note? You hadn’t bothered lettering me?”

He just stared at my hands, his thumb caressing my palms, as they start to sweat. His face indeed was sad, sorry for what had.

“After many weeks, I bled my tears every night, just hoping to see your lamp in the field glowing for me. I left my window open every night… Hoping you would be by my side when I sleep.”

“Darling, I—“

“Don’t you dare call me that, Just don’t you ever come near me again. Enjoy this last night Mr. Schlatt,”

My heart torn itself as I stood from the bench and walked back to the grand estate. I could feel his eyes burn into my back, like an hot iron print pressing onto a punished thief. I wiped my tears, made myself presentable as I entered the ballroom again. A few questioned about my puffy face, I said to them it that it was just the season change.

They laughed and I cried bitterly inside.

[slickchickchocolatier]

A Tale of Yuan

Mermaids Tale AU Storyline

Part 1

Authors note:

So this is a small series that I wrote and am dedicating to fellow content creator @talesofyuan

Her work has truly inspired me, and one of her stories, in fact, has deeply moved me and I was truly inspired by her creativity. This was originally supposed to feature a male lead that is her bias, but I changed it up last minute.

And if you guys haven't or aren't familiar with Mermaids Tale, this story takes place in the same universe and storyline, just a different male lead. So if you haven't caught up with the recent chapter of MT, i would suggest reading that first otherwise this might confuse you. There is just a tad bit of spoiler as there will be a very quick appearance of two MT characters, regardless that MT is not at all finished just yet, but will be after i complete SE7EN. Enjoy.

Warnings: This is a yandere fic, so just like the other series ive drafted, to include MT, there is going to be a wave of unhealthy obsession, possessiveness, aggressive and sexual tension, imbalance of power in a relationship, possibly smut in the future parts, still working on that part, but if there is, it's going to be only suggestive, non descriptive, non-con turned (slightly) con smut. Male lead will be violent, sadistic.....veeeery intimidating in the near future. so be forwarned, theres going to be some twisted and dark stuff ahead....But so far for part 1, since it's the beginning, there's not a whole lot of warnings in this one.

MERMAIDS TALE <- Click, recommend you read first.

“Hey man, how are you? It’s been a while.”

With a wide-eyed stare, and a tight lip, the young man responds as the glare in his eye took on a shrink in his iris.

“…………I’ve been good…how have you been?”

“O-oh…okay. I've been good. I heard you got married? Congrats.”

“Ahh…yeah…yeah I did…. We’re both very happy.”

“Oh…that’s so good. I have a steady girlfriend right now….maybe if things go well, after college I’ll get married. Hey! Maybe one of these days we can do a double date, and introduce my girlfriend to your wife? They might become friends.”

“Yeah……maybe…..we’ll see….anyhow, take care.”

Grinning, a glint of malice in his expression grows, bidding the former acquaintance goodbye, the young man continues to make his way back home….twirling a chain around his finger that contained only a single key.

…………………………………..

10 months ago…..

“Kei!”

Turning around, the tall young man watches as one of his female peers, Sooha, calls out to him.

“Hey what’s up?”

“Nothing, I just wanted to give you these….”

Taking the box, the young man smiled softly in receiving a small gift of chocolates from the young woman.

“Well thanks.”

Blushing at the sight of his handsome and youthful face, his fierce eyes, and those fiery, dark beaded eyes, her breath hitches at the smell and sight of him, especially being so close as she watches him receiving her gift.

“I was wondering….if you wanted to go see the new Little Mermaid movie with me? Maybe after I graduate next week?”

He smiles and grows slightly wide eyed, “The Little Mermaid? I’m not sure if I’ll be into that movie…I’m kind of more into the adult stuff. Action adventure or thrillers.”

“Oh….”

Taking note of her tone, it reflected a hint of disappointment. Even though Kei was a man considered to be honest and forthright, he was somewhat of a softy, especially when it came to women. He just couldn’t bring himself to make them upset or see them cry.

“Okay fine let’s go watch the movie together. You wanna go next weekend?”

Eyes lighting up, her happiness was restored as she commenced tiny claps and smiled brightly.

“Yes! I’m so excited!”

He bids her goodbye after confirming the details of the date. How lucky of her to be going out with Kei, the dashing and handsome young college student, who frequented the school grounds at her high school.

Kei was good looking and mature, yet the one thing that stood out most about him was his natural born leadership skills. He had a soft face and bubbly personality, yet he was fierce and protective of those he cared about, and he led life by example, always standing up for what was morally ethical.

A prime example of his leading nature was the entire reason why he was always seen at the high school, he led and assisted in coaching for the school's rugby team. The man was fit, built with lean muscle and had a staggering height.

With a heart of steel, he was admired and respected, even by the elder students and the staff members of the school.

The weekend came around, and just as he promised, he attended the movies with Sooha. The adorable pair refreshed themselves with confectionaries and soft drinks, fully focused on enjoying the movie now that they graduated school.

In all honesty, much to his surprise, the movie wasn’t half bad. The actors and actresses did a phenomenal job, the CG effects were outstanding, and the music was quite good. It was all in all, a well-done flick.

“I love mermaids! I wish I was one.” Sooha exclaims as the duo made their way back home.

“You want to be half fish?” Kei teases. Laughing as the girl slaps his arm playfully.

Walking up to her front door, she thanks him for walking her home.

The biting of her lower lip indicated for him to make the first move, and so he did. Not shy at all, he smirks a soft smile and leans into her. Reaching up, he sets aside some pieces of her hair, exposing her ear, in which he gently whispers before placing a soft and tender kiss on her lips.

“I had a good time…”

Just a small kiss, nothing too exaggerated since they were outside of her home, yet the girl felt herself rushing with the heat of passion as he stood and peeled his head back, looking at her as he smirked softly. His smooth face reflected a more mature tone to his youthful countenance.

Watching her blush, he thought she looked so adorable the way she hid her face beneath her hand as she giggled.

“Well…I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, right?” his tone was soft and teasing as he continued to smile while raising his brows slightly, peering his head around to make direct eye contact with her as she hid her face away.

Keiwas very big on eye contact, to him, it was not only a sign of high respect but also a way for him to take in the details of someone’s features, particularly the girls who were constantly going for him.

Laughing with her, he pulls her in gently, trapping her into a tight hug against his mighty frame, all the while he kisses the top of her head, and waves goodbye.

On his walk back home, he took a shortcut through the city’s main outlet strip.

Lined with a myriad of boutiques and small shops, the pleasant and clean view of the path was clear of any vehicles or bustling traffic; it was peaceful and lacked anything that would cause a disruption to its tranquility. Passing by one boutique after another, he noticed a particular shop, one with large, paned windows, displayed a miraculous art piece. It was a painting of a mermaid.

“Huh…how interesting.” He chuckles to himself. With Sooha in mind and her love for mermaids, he decides to make a quick visit inside to inquire of the displayed piece.

Upon walking in, he noticed how the boutique was stark empty in regards to staff members, it appeared that no one was in, yet the door was open and the sign indicated that they were still in business.

There were no immediate sightings of clerks or commissioners to offer their greetings, just an empty wide-open floor concept of a large space, with a decorated chandelier at the center that hung above a round seating lounge. The space was elegant but also crafty, as the walls were paneled and flared a vintage, antique design, yet some of the decorations were traditionally modern. It was both fancy and cozy. There were floral plants that decorated the area along with stands that displayed more pieces of art, stationed sporadically in every corner.

As he merges closer towards the center of the shop, he hears an instrument playing towards the back. Intrigued by the unique sound of the mellow tune, he initially couldn’t pinpoint the type of instrument that was playing, until he reached the back door that was left cracked open, it was that moment he realized…

‘A harp…?’

Gently pushing the cracked, open door wider, he hears the music playing through an old record machine that continued to elude the sounds of the sea.

Next to the machine, was a young woman, he couldn’t see her face as she was seated with her back side facing him, he could tell just by her frame that she was not much younger than him, more than likely she had to have been Sooha's age.

She was seated in front of a creative space, the entire room was filled with assorted paint accessories, and antiques. Peeking over her shoulder from where he stood, he could see that she was engrossed in calligraphy, as she applied fine strokes on old rice paper, writing out the various and assorted Chinese characters. The windows in front of her faced the back side of the outlet, which featured a decent and upper view of the recreational park next to the shop. The park was lavished with the beauty of nature as he could see through the tall windows that it was adorned with trees, fountains, and common wildlife.

Without startling her, he gently knocks on the door panel that remained wide open, propped up against the wall.

"Yes?" the young woman turns her face to view the young man behind.

"Sorry....didn't mean to interrupt....are you the owner of this store?"

Shaking her head just slightly as she subtly tucks her lips in, she remained seated with crossed arms as she shifts her eyesight around, giving them a break from the imminent focus that they rendered to the translucent white paper that contained her brush strokes.

"No, my parents are the owners. I just help out. Can I help you with something?"

Her voice was soothing and tender, and it tingled like the ringing of bells or wind chimes.

"Just.....wanted to see if you could help me out....was curious about a painting out in front."

"Oh, yeah sure. I can help you with that."

She stretches in her seat, preparing to stand and assist with the male customer.

"You like to listen to musical instruments?" He asks.

"Yeah....it's calming."

"Her voice....it's so.....calming......and her eyes...."

"Ah....yeah. What is your name by the way?" he inquires subtly.

With a faint smirk, she looks down on the ground as she issues her warming response. "Yuan..."

Touched and enamored by her appeal, he chuckles at the stunning girl speaking out her name in a shy manner.

"Thats a nice name..." he smiles. "I"m Kei."

Nodding her head faintly she maintains politeness out of the courtesy of the potential customer. "Nice to meet you."

'...........you too.........'

“You’re not from around here, are you?” His voice grew a tinge deeper in tone as he inquires more about the pretty store owner's daughter.

“What makes you ask?”

“Just….your face…you look unique and somewhat foreign.”

She chuckles at his awkward sense of flattery. 

“Well, I’m usually a very private person but if you’re asking if I currently live here, then yes, I do.”

Leaning against the door frame, he crosses his arms as he shifts his hips against the wooden panel, tilting his head back, his beaded eyes continued to study at her and relishing to the sound of her delicate voice, though she took a vague notice as she prepared to lead him out to the front.

“So…you paint all of these works yourself? He inquires after noticing the amount of paint supplies scattered around the open shelving units.

“Not all….just some. I mainly like to write and doodle.”

“Oh yeah? Are you writing a book or something?” 

She chuckles softly. “A children’s book, yes.” 

“Neat.” He flirts a toothy grin as he admiringly stares at her, studying every detailed trait that was in plain view. 

“Which painting were you wanting to look at?” She asks, raising her brows out of sincere curiosity.

“Um….yeah…the one out in the front... of the mermaid…” 

“Oh yeah, that’s one of my favorites.” Getting up, she walks over in his direction as he shifts over and allows her to exit, brushing right past him in the process. 

Inhaling her scent as she closed the distance, he  was surprised at how unique her scent was. It smelled of the sea, yet there was a tinge of wild orchid and a sweet citrus dew that accompanied it, it was pleasantly soft and subtly sweet, not at all overpowering like most of the fragrances he’s used to smelling from the girls from his college, or the seniors at the high school he volunteered at. 

Leading him back into the entry foyer of the boutique, she examines the painting; taking the tag, she displays it for him to see as it rests in her palm. 

“I can give you a discount if you decide you want it.” She issues. 

“No it’s fine, I have no problem with the price as is.” 

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

Ringing him up, she delicately wraps the painting with a protective cover. All the while she had dedicated her focus onto the adorning piece, Kei caught himself meticulously studying her once more, he couldn’t bring himself to stop. His eyes gradually loses luster as the matte black coloration stains over his iris, crating a zoned gaze with enhanced depth. Had she noticed, she would have found that the look he had in his eye was nearly....

The moment she spoke out as she raised her head to look him in the eyes, he shifts back into a pleasant facade while receiving the painting. 

‘Odd…his eyes just now…they had looked a bit…..different….maybe it’s the lighting.’ 

"Thank you. Have a nice day." She softly issues as she hands him the canvas.

"Yeah......you too.....do you often help your parents out with the store?"

Nodding she gives her non-verbal response as she shifts her eyes back up to make eye contact with him.

'....her eyes.....her hair....her scent....her voice....'

"Well....that's really dutiful of you as a daughter." he scoffs out with a smirk and a teasing chuckle. Tilting his head, he shifts his eyes to view the ground beneath his feet before looking back up with a subtly but shy grin, faintly biting down his lip.

She chuckles back, semi nervously as she wasn't quite used to random strangers, regardless if they were of similar age, coming in and issue her flattering remarks.

"I do what I can..." she merely states.

"...Yeah.....well then. Take care." with the last bit, he leaves.

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

As days passed, Kei started out by visiting the store in moderation, all to see the lovely and delicate features of the store owners daughter. Normally he expressed that he was in passing, stating that the path he took was on his way to his college, and that he passes by the store every day. He wasn't lying at all, but of course, he never once did pop in until just recently....only after meeting with her.

"Hey there, Ying-Yang-Yuan. Whatchya doing?"

He would speak in high familiarity, even after just only meeting her days prior. Yet the way the warm tone of his voice and his soft handsome smile greeted her, it made her feel less anxious as she merely just thought he was being friendly.

Keeping to herself, she only interacted with him from a distance, occasionally chit chatting with him in the store while she committed to her tasks and responsibilities in the shop. He was kind and thoughtful, yet she felt overwhelmed by the sense of kindness and immense urge to always helping her...

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

"Let me get that for you. "

"I can help."

"I know you've got it but let me, I don't want you to hurt yourself."

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

While she didn't see the harm of him visiting the store to see her, there was a line that she knew to never cross, with any man, all due to a deep secret that she and her mother held away from the world.

It permanently was stationed in her mind as the words of her mother's tone echoed in her brain.....

"Yuan...you must never.....never tell anyone of our ancestry.....and if you ever meet a man.....who you're able to feel upon touch.....RUN."

The distant memory of when she was in the years of her early childhood, when she received an explanation of her strange abnormality, which was stained over by a false diagnosis, yet her mother eventually told her the truth...acknowledging that the false diagnosis was for her protection. It was on one of her birthdays, when her family and a small group of friends went to go celebrate at a nearby beach, that she found out the truth...

Taking a stroll and skipping through the sand, her bare feet hits the water, when something occurred that shocked her to a drastic fall as she became coated with saltwater and sand....

the sand.....

".....I can......feel........my God.....I can feel....the sand.....the rocks...the water....the temperature......."

Thus started the truthful conversation that her mother revealed...which in all honesty, she still had a hard time believing...yet nothing else made sense as to how she could not gain the sense of physical touch or feeling, unless she was in the saltwater. But then as she grew older, there were other factors that was left unexplainable.

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

"My...what a very pretty girl."

"So alluring..."

"I can't stop staring...."

"Why do these men act like they're hypnotized everytime she's humming to a song??"

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

As she grew, her appearance earned the prolonged stares of the public, especially men. Her voice, which she refrained from humming out in the privacy of her own seclusion, would bring men to their knees, crawling and begging for more. She had an effect....she and her mother, and it was evident yet everyone assumed that the mother and daughter pair were just truly blessed with great genetics.

But she knew, deep down, by the look in the eyes of these men that stared, that they were feeling something....and while she never tested it she knew that had she issued out any command....any demand for their affection, loyalty, and love, they would have given it. They would have given it while abandoning their homes, their wives, and their children. Fortunately, she was so far from the likes of her early ancestors, that her temperament was far from sadistic and cruel, yet she did find comfort in solace and being away from the world and it's shenanigans. She embraced her freedom to be independent and free to roam wherever she decides to go. It was something she truly treasured, especially upon receiving the guiding aspect of her future from her mother once more...

"Someday.....should you ever follow my path.....you'll need to cut ties with the world and travel to the Adriatic sea, the birthplace of our ancestors....there.....is where you will go.....to disappear like the rest of us....into the sea."

She knew her mother meant well, however, a life aimlessly roaming in the ocean didn't sound appealing to her one bit. Fortunately, she wouldn't have to worry about following that path.....as long as she never falls in love and marries. That was the key. For each descendant who displayed the curse of their bloodline, they are left with a choice.....either live an eternal life of lies and hidden identities......or marry and love a man.....and disappear without a trace so as to not be found out.

And then there was of course....

"If you ever run into an Adam.....you must run....hide....escape....never let him catch you......"

She was briefly explained on the history between Adams and Sirens, yet she never thought too in depth of it. Her mother, on the other hand, always eluded a fearful expression whenever she spoke of an Adam descendent.

Yet as time went by, Yuan never found herself at risk, she kept to herself, hardly interacted with people, especially men, and generally was keeping herself busy with aiding her parents in the store, conducting school, and perfecting her crafts in regards to literature and art.

But one day....

Reaching up for the blank canvases on the top shelf, she extends her grip and was able to grab the tail end of the one that laid on the bottom. Pulling it slightly, the items that were loosely tucked away on the shelving unit, which was all out of her sight, began to crumble as the items were drawn to a falling state.

A large box, shifts and begins to tilt. Had it fallen completely, the heavy contents within it would have produced severe trauma to her head, however, it never fell out of the shelving unit, even though she braced herself for impact.

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

Shocked at the sudden view of a hand plastered onto the front of the large box, with a strong arm fully extended, highlighting the muscle definition of his frame, she slightly turns her head to see his face next to hers. He was close......very close. Shifting his face from frontal view, right over to meet with hers, all the while keeping the box steady with his hand, he displayed abnormal strength as he softly asks her....

"Are you okay?"

"...uhh...yeah...thanks..."

"Good..."

Shifting his face back to the box, he takes a step closer towards the shelving unit, pushing the box back in place. While doing so, he places a hand on the lower end of her back.

At that very moment, her world collapsed and flipped upside down.....

"....his hand......."

She could feel him....she could feel the touch of his hand......

"Yuan...you must never.....never tell anyone of our ancestry.....and if you ever meet a man.....who you're able to feel upon touch.....RUN."

........

Looking back up at him, her eyes widened with the shocking look of fear that was developing in her eyes, she slightly gasped out her breathes as her mouth faintly opens. Looking back down at her, he smirks slightly...it was sly.....it was devilish.....

With a calm tone, he asks her, "You okay?"

"....y-yeah....fine...."

"Hmm....good." he scoffs out as he firmly pushes the box back into place, his hand still resting on her lower back.

Shifting away rather suddenly, her heart was beating faster than it ever had.

".....i....i felt his hand......does....does that mean?....."

Towering above her, he looks down and tilts his head with slight amusement.

"Something the matter?....Ying-Yang-Yuan?" he smirks a dashing smile, while admitting a slow and deep chuckle.

"Um...yeah....everything is good i was just....i was scared for a second that the box was going to fall on my head. that's all."

"Mmm...yeah....you should be more careful."

Looking over in her direction, he smiles softly as he leans in. Regardless of his soft nature, it didn't deter away from a sense...an aura....a persona that he was eluding...it was quite different from when she had first met him, though he seemed to be unaware that he was drafting it off at all.

"You still look shaken up. Maybe you should take a break, if you need help, I can help out." he offers.

Leaning in, noticing her flustered expression, her eyes staring at the ground as she questions what she should do at that very moment. She can't run away, she couldn't possibly think about leaving her parents behind....if she told her mother, how would she react if she mentioned that she came across a young man, whose touch is felt even without being present in the saltwater....how would her mother react if she told her that she may have possibly come across an....

"Adam...."

He develops a peculiar look as he notices how overwhelmed she appeared to be. It slightly concerned him, yet he figured that she was genuinely scared from nearly gaining a concussion.

Leaning in without saying a word, he slightly bends inward with his chest caving in towards her, she slightly gasps at his sudden notion.

"wh...what are you-"

Reaching a hand, he takes a piece of her hair that laid against her cheek, shifting it aside, he tucks it behind her ear, while slowly, without even touching her, pinning her backside against the shelving units as she took her steps back while he kept leaning and stepping forward.

".......you gotta be more careful....hmm?" he softly speaks, his breath grazing over her forehead.

"......uh...mmhmm...yeah.."

chuckling, he pulls back and smiles as he picks up the fallen items off the floor. Removing his jacket, he picks up the heavier items off the ground and lifts them above as he secures them to the shelves.

"i-its okay...i got it." she softly states, hoping that he would be on his way.

He suddenly shoots his head up, "I know you do....but it's good to receive some help, yeah?" he smiles as he picks up the bulk of items and, all thanks to his height, was able to easily reach up and place them neatly back on the top shelf.

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

"Well.....i'll catch you later then." he softly exclaims after spending quite a bit of time in the shop, regardless that she wasn't speaking to him a whole lot. Still, it didn't seem like he minded.

Taking his leave, he heads back home.

He couldn't pin it down, but he felt some type of way being around her. He couldn't get enough, she was on his mind nearly every second of the day. Taking every opportunity he could to visit her at the store, he couldn't help but always smile whenever he knew he was about to see her. He couldn't piece it together, but there was something about her that gave him a feeling of peaked joy....a rush of happiness.

Instantly, from the moment he met her...saw her...heard her....and smelled her.....it was as if he.....

"Kei!"

Turning around, he sees Sooha running after him.

"Oh....hey..."

"Hey....I haven't seen you around lately, how you been?"

He slightly nods his head as his smile fades and his sight shifts to the ground. Almost as if he looked disappointed.

"Been good....."

"oh...." The young girl notes his lack of enthusiasm. She hadn't seen him since their date in seeing the movie, yet she didnt know why.

"Um....i was thinking...if you're free this weekend...did you want to go see another movie?"

Sighing out slightly, he looks up at her with a slight smile. Noticing that her hair was plastered to her face from running after him, he reaches up and moves a piece of the hair away from her face.

"....I think.....I'm going to have to take a rain check....I've got a lot going on at the moment....."

"Oh.....okay then...." the look of sadness and disappointment takes over her elated expression.

"Take it easy, alright?" he softly claims as he turns back and makes his way back home, leaving the girl feeling empty without reason or explanation. His demeanor had changed. He was still kind and soft, yet there was a nature within him that was developing to something more deep.

Walking the path, the smile on his face once again reappears at the thought of her....the pretty girl named Yuan.

Not able to contain his smile, he starts to chuckle lowly as he bears teeth with his grin.

Upon breaching the intersection of the crosswalk, he spots someone...a familiar face.

Noticing Kei, the longtime friend nods over to his direction, slowly migrating his way over while holding the hand of a young woman, it was a strong hold and rather firm, yet he displayed himself ever so lovingly as he gently tags her along behind him.

"Kei, its been a while. How are things?" Heeseung speaks with a very faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Been good. You?" Kei issues as he slightly glances and takes notice of the woman standing behind his friend. She was quiet, and looked to be rather timid as she kept her gaze on the ground. Her face was expressionless, despite being dressed nicely. She was pretty....very pretty, one of the prettiest girls Kei's ever seen....very much like.....

"Yuan....."

Being reminded of the store owner's daughter at the sight of the young woman that was with Heeseung, Kei looks back and smirks a soft smile to the man of equal height.

"I've been good. I heard you no longer are in the force."

"Thats right. I moved on to bigger and better things, to have more time off."

"Gotcha."

Taking another notice of the woman who remained still and emotionless, Kei nudges his chin towards her direction as he sends his inquiry to Heeseung.

"You got a new girlfriend?"

Heeseung develops a wide eye'd expression, with a slight smirk of amusement with a hint of malice in its form.

"....Wife actually..."

"Oh you got married? Congratulations. I didnt hear."

"yeah...its recent."

Pulling the woman around to his front, he leads her by the strong grip he had and cradles her form by wrapping his arms around her waist, and resting his chin on her shoulder. A soft and joyful smile appears on his mouth as he nuzzles his face against her ear and whispers....

"Say hi.....baby girl."

"........Hello...."

Crossing his arms with a raised brow, a slight look of confusion with a smirk accompanying it forms on Kei's face. Chuckling, he returns the greeting.

"Hi. I"m Kei.....and you aaaaare?" he raises a brow as he tilts his face.

"her name is h/n....she's a bit shy. Dont mind it."

Kei nods his head as he shifts his gaze on the ground.

"Well then man, lets catch up sometime. It's been too long."

"Yeah. Sure." Heeseung merely responds as he nods his farewell and takes the woman, H/n, and leaves.

"Huh.....interesting." Key remarks. Yet it was strange, despite the sense of the young woman being closed in and shutting out, he couldn't get passed the similar aura of her appeal that was so much like Yuan's. He knew they couldn't have been related, yet there was something about these two particular women that exhibited such alluring and dazzling features in their gaze, and their smile. Maybe they were of the same ethnic background?

Looking back as he watches the pair leaving, another smirk forms as he slightly shakes his head to shift the front pieces of his hair away from his eyes.

Walking back, his mind drifts off to his own tale.....

"Wonder what she's doing right now.....my girl...."

Authors Note: and yes, that picture of the arm is indeed Kei's arm. Man is a beast i swear. Part 2 will be coming probably next weekend. If you guys like &team and Kei, then check back every weekend.

[racfoam]

Now that you have answered my curiosity of how you depict Voldemort I’m really curious on how you see Tom Riddle 😩 me personally I’ve always loved how he was from chamber of secrets, played by Christain Coulsons. But I’ve read so many fics and noticed that everyone has their own idea of how you looked, so now I’m very curious on how you imagine him.

Peace <3

Honestly, Coulson slays as Tom Riddle. He’s perfectly cast as Tom and he has all of it down pat. Just a perfect Tom. I think they wasted a great opportunity to have him in Half-Blood Prince flashbacks from the books, really. I think he can play Tom all until the DADA interview. Yeah, so for Tom, Christian Coulson all the way, perfectly cast.

Though, I need to add this one out of responsibility because this fanart of Tom is also pretty accurate to his book description in Hogwarts Era, even though personally I imagine Coulson.

Now, if you are asking about an older Tom, that's where it gets tricky. (We were robbed in Half-Blood Prince, I tell you. ROBBED.)

Flayu is an amazing artist, I always keep bumping into their work when searching for Tom. Here is Tom by Flayu, and I think this would be very good for Locket! Tom. I think he is the handsomest of the Horcruxes, the "most handsome than he has ever been" Tom when he went to visit Hepzibah. Though he is missing his "longer hair" here but his facial structure is very accurate. This is a young man, not a teenager.

Then again, it’s really subjective regarding Horcruxes and their forms. I like the thought of slicked-back hair Tom because it's one of the 'gentlemanly' hairstyles I believe, but enough for him to stand out among the crowd and not have a side-part like most men in the 50s. I'm really no expert on Tom unfortunately, but these are my takes.

Plus, I consider the Locket and the Diadem among the dangerous ones. Danger zone would go 1. Locket 2. Diadem 3. Diary.

And again, I am sending you to @leafiloaf and @nv-tumb because they do a killer job of drawing Tom in their illustrations, too! He's gorgeous in both! And @pixennonart has some great drawings of Tom, as well, theirs is also pretty accurate to how I imagine Tom in his 30s. Also, @longdaytogo has illustrated Tom (both Hogwarts era and adult with Nagini) and their illustration made me go "oh, that's what the craze is all about" and made me go "oh, I get it. Totally get it now. I too, would tell him all my dark secrets and whatever he wants. Completely understandable, nobody stood a chance."

Addition: Tom Hughes! (it's a hit or miss and completely depends on people’s preferences, really)

Coulson would have killed the role in HBP, and I will never be over the fact we got stupid teenage drama bs instead of Lord Voldemort's past, the Gaunts, Hepzibah, and more insight into the Riddle Murder. The content was right there. Gosh, thank God for fanfic. Idk who made the decision to skip those scenes (literally what the book is all about), but I'd fire them on the spot for suggesting to skip those scenes. They'd be flying out of the studio doors.

Thank you for the ask. Sending love ❤️

[multifics99]

A King’s Choice: Part 2

➳ King!Seokmin x fem!reader x RoyalAdvisor!Joshua

➳ tags: angst, fluff, royalty!au, love triangle, childhood friends to lovers

➳ pt 2 wc: 3.5k

“Hey girl” a customer spat at you from across the bakery counter “this loaf of bread is burnt, can’t you even bake a lousy loaf.” You took a deep breath as you set down what you were doing and turned to speak to the man. “Sir” you said with an enormous fake smile plastered on your face “I can assure you we aim for the best quality, unfortunately that is the last loaf for the day and fresh ones will not be baked until the morning, I am happy to give you a new one free of charge then.”

The man just grumbled as he walked out of the store. “Tsk, good luck finding a man to marry you, can’t even bake a lousy loaf of bread.” All you could do was roll your eyes.

Marriage you thought, it was laughable honestly. You were twenty years old now, and though a girl your age should be looking for suitors it just never crossed your mind. You were far too busy helping your father’s bakery to give any man the time of day.

“What was that all about?” Mingyu asked as he walked out front to begin closing up the shop. He was a giant now, even taller than he was when you had met in the palace kitchens a few years back. Mingyu loved working for your father and begged to come work for him here as his apprentice when you had left.

“Oh you know, just an old man telling me I’ll never find a husband because I’m such a lousy cook” Mingyu scoffed as he began to sweep the front of the store, “don’t pay him any mind y/n, I can assure you it isn’t because you’re a lousy cook”

You grabbed a dish towel nearby and chucked it at the tall man in response. He simply laughed as he dodged your attack.

“It doesn’t matter anyways” you said “many successful women nowadays are spinsters, I can just work here forever.”

“What if I asked to marry you y/n?”

You just laughed in Mingyu's face, “I’d say you were full of it, and my father would never allow it. Everyone knows you to be a shameless flirt, plus you think I’m quite aware of the glances you steal at the young woman who works in the florist's shop?” Mingyu blushed as he looked away from you and kept doing his work, he didn’t think anyone could tell.

You smiled at your victory and began to help with cleaning the shop. As you and Mingyu did your work you heard the door open.

“I apologize” you said as you turned to the patron “we are out for the day we’ll have more in the morn-“ you stopped in your tracks as you saw who it was. He looked so different from when you last saw him but you’d recognize that face anywhere.

“Sorry miss” the man said “but I’m not here for pastries, I have a notice from the palace.”

“Sorry Joshua but we aren’t interested in whatever it is.” You said waving him off.

Joshua, he was one of the children of the nobles that lived on palace property, he was Seokmin’s best friend aside from you, his right hand man, his confidant. Joshua had been a bully to you as children, he would taunt you, comment on the rags that you wore. Once in your teens you had been invited to a late night rendezvous with the other children in the property, there Joshua had been dared to kiss you, clearly as a joke because who would want to kiss the help. You agreed though, you thought maybe it would make Seokmin jealous.

Kissing Joshua ended up not being so bad though, you had almost dared to think he was handsome in the moment. Of course right after the kiss he had teased you again and did so for the rest of that evening. Worst of all Seokmin hadn’t seen, he had been too busy conversing with one of the other rich girls.

Joshua spoke again bringing you out of your thoughts “Maybe you aren’t y/n, but last I heard this shop belonged to your father.” He stepped closer to you, beginning to invade your personal space. Even now as adults he was still getting under your skin. Mingyu, feeling the awkward tension said “I’ll go get your father” and scurried to the back.

All you could do was stare at Joshua, you kept a facade of disdain but you could not ignore it, Joshua had grown up to be devastatingly handsome. He was the kind of man that would make a woman come back again and again even if he rejected her. The cocky grin on his face reminded you of who he was though, just a spoiled rich boy who enjoyed the bachelor life far too much and would settle down with whatever rich girl his parents presented to him.

In the midst of your thinking your father came from the kitchen to greet Joshua. “Sir Joshua!” He exclaimed “it’s been years, you’re looking well.” The men shook hands and Joshua feigned politeness all while giving you a playful grin.

“I apologize for barging in, sir, but I’ve been ordered by the king to send you a notice.”

Your father scratched his head, “the king..?” And then he remembered, “yes! His highness King Seokmin, I was devastated to hear of his father’s passing last year.” Joshua lowered his head “we all miss the late king, but his heir is now ready to assume his position, and for one of his first official orders he is inviting your family to come work at the palace again” he stopped to glance at you “if you so choose and the circumstances allow.”

Your father’s eyes lit up in a way that they hadn’t in years, he loved that palace, he loved every second of his work there. Leaving was hard for him and he only did it because he felt it would be best for you. He looked over to you with a hopeful grin “y/n” he said as he came over to hold your hands “We should consider this, think of how wonderful it would be for you to be back home, for us to start over.” You wanted to say no, you wanted to kick Joshua out of the shop in a fit of rage, but seeing how happy the idea made your father, you couldn’t.

“I suppose it could work,” you said. Your father looked to Mingyu, “And you are coming along as well, I still need my apprentice.”

“Of course” Joshua said “you are all welcome back.” Your father then invited Joshua to the back to make the arrangements and give him a meal, your father never let a guest leave hungry.

You let out a sigh, maybe going back would not be so bad, maybe you would never even see the new king.

…

The day had finally come, the day a horse drawn carriage came to pick up your family and return you to the past. As many good memories as you had made at that palace your mother still died there, and you experienced heartbreak. As Mingyu had finished helping your father load the carriage you braced yourself, it was a short ride and before sun down, you would be back to the place that had hurt you so much.

You stayed quiet the entire ride, only barely acknowledging your father’s attempts at conversation. Mingyu did not dare try to make you speak, he knew your hesitations about returning, and resorted to sleeping most of the trip.

Once the carriage had stopped you looked out the window and up at the large walls of the palace. You had seen it so many times before but it never failed to leave you in awe, you could only ever dream of what it was like to live in the actual walls, to explore all of its many halls and rooms. You then realized though, that the carriage had stopped at the palace, and not the old cabin in which you had previously resided. Confusedly you stepped out with Mingyu and your father, you took the opportunity at least to stretch your legs. Footsmen began unloading the luggage creating only more questions in your head. As you watched the scene in front of you, finally someone had opened the door to greet you, and to your disdain it was Joshua.

“Welcome” He said, standing tall and official like “I'm glad to see you had an easy trip, our footsmen will take your luggage to your rooms in the servant’s quarters.” Your eyes widened. The servant’s quarters? How dare the new king downgrade your family, what about your cabin, the home you grew up in? Without question your father and Mingyu nodded, and followed Joshua as he began to walk inside. All you could do was stand in place agape. Joshua turned to look at you, “Are you coming y/n, or will you just stand there catching flies?” You huffed as you finally followed the men inside.

Your father had been shown to his room first, and second was Mingyu. Though you could admit, the rooms were nice, and much more lavish than the rooms in your cabin, you still felt bitter. Joshua turned and began to walk up a set of stairs, you followed suit.

“Where are we going?” you asked.

“Your room” Joshua stated, matter of factly.

“But why is it a floor above my father’s?”

“Because men and women sleep on separate floors, are you done being a nuisance now?’

You angrily crossed your arms,

“No actually I'm not, what happened to our cabin, why are we not living there?” Joshua rolled his eyes in annoyance, “Because y/n, the king would like his head chef in close quarters, and your father agrees it is better to be closer to his kitchen…alsothecabinisabarn” he coughed in the last bit. Your eyes widened, “What did you say?” you asked through gritted teeth. Joshua looked almost sympathetic, “The late king converted it into a barn shed.” You just nodded your head, you did not want to hear anymore about it. “At least you won't be living in a bachelor suite.” Joshua said. You chuckled a bit, “Concerned about Mingyu?” “Personally I believe an unmarried woman living with a man that isn't her father is…inappropriate.”

You snorted, “Mingyu has had his fair share of maidens but I can promise I am not one of them.” The implication in itself made you laugh.

Joshua’s face turned red, “It is a valid concern.”

“Men are so concerned with the virtues of women,” you complained “I can promise you sir Joshua, most women I know are not so virtuous.”

Joshua stopped abruptly at a door and unlocked it with his master key, “your room y/n.” As you stepped inside Joshua leaned against the door frame, “and as for the not so virtuous nature of women, do you speak for yourself as well?”

There was a playful look in his eyes, it was like he was waiting for you to falter. You didn’t though, you kept a straight face as you said “what an entirely inappropriate question coming from a supposed gentleman” you clicked your tongue in disapproval “what would the king say if he knew how his advisor spoke to a woman.”

Unfortunately for you Joshua refused to falter as well, he pushed himself away from the door frame, not breaking eye contact, “I can promise you y/n, the king is much more concerned with how he speaks to the women he invites to his bed.” With that he handed you the spare key to your room and walked off silently leaving you absolutely fuming.

…

You tossed and turned that night as you tried to fall asleep, but you couldn’t help dwelling on Joshua’s words to you earlier. Did Seokmin really meet many women? You knew it was typical of a bachelor king but of Seokmin? You knew it was silly to allow this to keep you up, it was not as if he didn’t flirt with girls in his adolescence, sure it made your blood boil, but you knew. And you knew it was silly to hold onto these feelings for him, it was after all, just a childhood infatuation.

Little did you know Seokmin had been tossing and turning in his bed that night as well. He hadn’t slept well since his father passed away last year. After the funeral he could not stand to be there another second and was not yet ready to be crowned as king, so he fled. He used the excuse of a bachelor's voyage and traveled the world. He went to many places, saw many things and seen many women, none of which had really struck his fancy. He was here now though, not yet crowned but people were already calling him the king. It was a heavy burden to bear, he still felt like a small child on the inside at times, wishing to just be coddled and told things would be okay.

Tonight’s musings though, were not about that, but about you. He felt it was already so bold to send a notice inviting you back to the palace but he also hadn’t thought further than that. What was he to do now that he had you back in close quarters? Would you still be angry with him? Would you notice how much he had changed? Would he notice how much you had changed? He hadn’t even thought of these things until tonight.

He wondered if you remained as pretty as you had been the last time he saw you. Even though you spat words of malice at him that night, he couldn’t deny how beautiful you looked in the moonlight. Seokmin couldn’t stay still, he didn’t want to lie in bed anymore. He pulled back the sheets and tiptoed out of his room in his night clothes. Anytime he felt uneasy at night he would sneak away to the kitchen beneath him and brew a cup of tea. Of course he could just summon a maid to do so for him, but how rude to wake someone in the middle of the night just for that.

You were now rummaging through the kitchen, since you couldn’t sleep you decided to re-familiarize yourself with your old stomping grounds. Everything had seemed to remain the same, so you began to look through inventory and see if there was anything you could suggest that your father stock up on. As you meandered through the large room and counted bags of flour, and boxes of eggs you heard someone enter. Who would be here so late at night?

“Hello?” you called out “who goes there?” You saw a figure pause just at the entrance of the kitchen, clearly startled that they were not alone.

“I am just here to make some tea, I couldn’t sleep.” The voice was a man’s, almost familiar to you but not enough to make out to whom it belonged.

“But who goes there?” you ask again, more sternness in your voice this time. You would not be having someone breaking into the kitchen before your first day even began. You heard the voice sigh as the figure began to walk over to the tea kettle.

“If it is so important to you” he said “it is me, the King, so really I should be the one asking who goes there.” you heard him chuckle as he lit the small wood burning stove to start his tea.

You held your breath as you watched his figure in the dark, you stayed in your place not knowing what to do now. Your childhood best friend was mere feet away from you, and he had no idea. The way he had called himself the king so casually, and the way he had laughed.

Seokmin always joked that he could not see himself in the position, that he felt entirely too carefree to rule an entire kingdom. When you had heard of his father’s passing you were shocked, and all you could think of was Seokmin. Of course you hadn’t been invited to the funeral, but nonetheless your father had sent a pastry platter as condolences, it probably got lost in all the other gifts sent by subjects though.

He was in front of you once again though, for the first time since you had decided to break his heart as he had broken yours. Your face burned at the thought, there was no way he could know who he was sharing a room with now, you simply decided you must escape. You bowed to him as a servant would “I apologize for the intrusion then your majesty, I will be off.”

As you tried to walk swiftly to the door in which he stood closeby, he spoke again, “Before you go, would you like some tea?” You paused just as your hand touched the door handle, he had no idea who you were in the dark yet he still offered his kindness. Maybe he hadn’t changed much like Joshua implied. You finally turned your face towards him, and through the window the moonlight shone on your face, revealing to him who you were.

“y/n” he gasped, almost dropping the hot tea kettle he now held. He recovered quickly and gingerly placed it back on the stove top, “I didn’t realize it was you.”

“I uhm, I couldn’t sleep so I came to note inventory in preparation for the morning.” You stumbled over your words, feeling an awkward tension hanging between you two. Seokmin just stood there, staring. It was hard to read his facial expression in the dark, you could only imagine he was just as shocked to see you as you were him.

The silence was too much now, to break any tension you gently reached over and poured the tea he had made into his cup. You silently grabbed one for yourself and poured out the rest. Seokmin sipped his tea as he thought of anything to say to you, you didn’t know it but it was killing him to have you here and for him to not know how to act. He had imagined this moment so many times but not like this

“So uhm, how have you uhm…been?” he mentally beat himself, this was not how he wanted your first meeting to go.

You set your teacup down after a long sip, “Fine I suppose, just getting by.”

“I heard your father had opened a bakery in the town.”

You glanced sideways at him, why was he bothering with this frivolous small talk. You sighed, “Seokmin, why are you down here?” He set his cup down and sighed as well, “I don’t sleep well y/n, so what else can I do?”

“Call a servant to bring you tea and tuck you into your bed of a thousand pillows” you mumbled into your cup. He now gave you a sideways glance, “I'm not sure what you make of me nowadays, but I can assure you I don’t make it a habit of inconveniencing the staff in the middle of the night.”

“The other inhabitants of this palace certainly aren’t above it.” You recalled all the times in the past you had been woken in the night by the other people of nobility when they stayed in the palace as opposed to their equally cushy estates. Seokmin shifted awkwardly, he knew of the dispositions of his friends, how they treated palace staff as well as their own.

“Well” he said “personally i’m not above doing things on my own, in fact i’ve become quite used to it.”

Something in his demeanor changed then, a sort of sadness washed over him. You could see his focus shift to his thoughts, some inner demons he may have been battling. You assumed things could not have been easy for him since his father had passed, but maybe you underestimated just how difficult his circumstances had become. You shifted your focus to the clock on the wall instead, “I should uhm, go back to bed” you mumbled as you finished your tea. Without another word you washed your cup and left to go back to your room. Being alone with Seokmin had become too much, and it was an encounter you hoped to not have again. You weren’t ready to face him or learn of what he’d been through without you, it would only break your heart you were sure of it.

Seokmin watched as you took off, holding himself back from asking you to stay, to ask for your forgiveness for all those years ago. He knew the odds of that were slim anyways but he also knew now was not the time. Not knowing what else to do he did the same as you and went back to bed. There he laid again, staring at the ceiling and wondering about you, if you could ever care for him again the way you once had, the way he had never stopped caring for you.

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Just Some Guy (9/9) - COMPLETE

AO3

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Epilogue

MATT

My mum is loaded, so I can afford to take a gap year to travel. I’m going to America with John and Leslie for a cross-country road trip for a couple of weeks. I will visit the Cordero family, of course. John bemoans that the city of Samwell doesn’t exist in this universe, or something, so we’re making a stop at Providence since that’s ‘the next best thing’ or whatever. Leslie really wants to see Ohio for some reason. Apart from that, we have no concrete plans.

What will I do afterwards? I don’t know. I can go to university, like Luis, Scott and Sam. I can try to find a place where I can enrol in February. Or I could look for a job, like Ryan and Arnold.

We’ve graduated. Our entire life is in front of us.

John tells me not to worry, since my story will be over anyway. That’s so weird, because I feel like I am only just at the beginning.

I tell him that.

“No, really, man, this fic will be over in a couple of paragraphs,” he says back, “Around 300 words left!”

As usual, I don’t know what he means. The two of us are walking up a flight of stairs. We’re visiting my mum. She moved to a new flat in Camberwell and there’s an extra room. I will move in here after I come back from my road trip, because I like the idea of living in London and I miss my mum.

We leave the stairwell and go through the door that leads to my mum’s floor when I see someone in front of one of the flat’s doors.

This guy is on his phone, leaning against the wall. He’s wearing a floral top and jeans. A large bag is slung over his shoulder and he’s holding a huge water bottle in his other hand.

I didn’t recognise him for a second, with his hair loose like that and with a casual look, but it’s Baz Pitch.

What the fuck? What is Baz Pitch doing in my mum’s hallway?

He hasn’t noticed us yet, too engrossed in whatever’s on his phone. We pass him without a word and quickly enter my mum’s flat before he can notice us.

“Mum?” I yell out.

My mum emerges from the kitchen. Her hands are covered in flour.

“Yes, dear?” she asks.

“Why is- I mean, there’s a guy loitering around at number 61!” I say. Does my mum even know that’s Baz Pitch, the Pitch Heir? Even I had troubles recognising him and I just spent 8 years in the same class as him.

“Oh, that handsome young man?” my mum laughs, “The neighbours joke that he haunts that door day and night! They should just give him a key already.”

“… They?” I ask, but I can already feel the dread building up.

“His boyfriend lives there,” my mum says lightly, “I haven’t actually seen him yet, since I am often at work, but I know that he lives there with a friend.”

Baz Pitch’s boyfriend.

That means…

Simon Snow.

You’ve got to be kidding me.

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End notes:

Hey yo it's John Johnson here. The author told me I have the privilege to write the last author's note but also who are we kidding? We all know it's still the author putting the words in my metaphorical mouth. ANYWAY supes thanks for reading. Watching Matty grow up from a strapping young lad to a full-blown adult has been a real treat and I hope you liked seeing his story unfold as much as I did. Or maybe not. I mean, brah, I was part of it lol. (Can I make Matty meet Jack and Bitty? How does this work? I mean, I also already met Kurt Hummel in another fic of the author, so everything is possible.) But yeah thanks a lot for reading. I can tell you the author absolutely loved writing it and sharing it with you.

It's so funny, cause chapter 8 was the last one, but then Annie letraspal made some gorgeous fanart (which is linked in this chapter) and the author realised it'd be really fucking funny if Matt hadn't entirely gotten rid of Simon and Baz yet.

MCD's story is definitely over. I told him so myself. Yet, there are some small snippet of his future you might like to know. Like, don't spoil this for Matt yet, but he and Leslie won't last. Boo. Or fun fact, did you know I actually spoke to Baz regularly? LOL. Lmao even. Matt never knew, so neither did y'all, since it wasn't relevant to the plot. I did mention in a blog post on the author's blog that I think he's fit, but bet y'all didn't see coming I was friendly with him. And yeah, Simon and Matt (and Penny) are neighbours now, but no worries, Matt will continue his uneventful life in ignorance. The dude won't know Simon's moved out to Hackney Wick till idk a year after??? I might tell him sooner, but as I mentioned before, gaslighting my bestie for the narrative is a treat.

All this to say that the world of Carry On.... carries on, even without Matty giving you a glimpse into it. Apart from what I mentioned above, I have no fucking clue what's next for him and therefore neither does the author. Or is it the other way around??? Do I only not know because she doesn't know??? I should ask her. But even so, feel free to keep Matty Chris D. (thanks Dre for the name, I was gonna do a shout-out to you in the fic itself but it never fit oop) in your hearts. I definitely will. Stay 'swasome everyone and have a good day. - J.J.

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Wants Within | S. Shinazugawa | Chapter 22

✦ Sanemi Shinazugawa x femReader!, college au, reader is adult

✦ Synopsis: You're a college student taking classes with a very strict lecturer- professor Shinazugawa. Because of an unfortunate event you got on his bad side so now you're trying everything to regain in his eyes. Well, you most certainely didn't expect that kind of attention.

✦ Word count: 1k

18+, minors do not interact

Waking up, on a Saturday morning you felt happy and fresh. You didn’t quite know what but something was lingering in the air. It was valentines day, of course. Grabbing your phone, you hesitated to text Sanemi. You wanted to ask him whether he would be free today. After the drama with Inosuke and your phone call you started to feel even more at ease with the white haired man. Now, talking to him seemed so natural. You picked his number and called. 

‘’Hello?’’ Once again you heard his voice. 

‘’Hey, I just wanted to ask if you are doing anything today.’’ You told him quickly, wiggling your feet under the blanket. 

‘’Actually I am.’’ His words sucked out air from your lungs, you thought he would have some time for you on a day like that. ‘’I have plans, with you.’’ 

Oh that slick bastard. 

‘’What?’’ You squeaked into the phone. 

‘’Surprise. I didn’t want to call too early not to wake you up but if you’re not sleeping then get ready and come to my place.’’ You nodded your head with every word he said. ‘’We’ll be walking a lot so don’t even think about wearing high heels. I don’t find sore foot and wincing sexy.’’ 

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Hopping up and down you made your way to Shinazugawa’s apartment. You dressed nice but comfy, wrapped up in your winter clothes as well. When you got to his place he didn’t even let you undress because you were leaving. 

It was the first time you saw him dressed more casually. He had some material, black and white chequered pants and a black hoodie on. Usually you saw him either in formal clothes or naked and only now did you really see how young he was. Also, he was so monochromatic, you wondered if it was his style or just a coincidence.

‘’What are you looking at?’’ He asked, spotting you staring. 

‘’You babyface.’’ 

‘’Fuck you.’’ 

He grabbed some keys from a shelf near the entrance and both of you made your way out. You went a floor lower than usual and you found yourself in a parking lot under the apartment block. Oh my god, you were never in his car before. Of course it was classy and of course it was black. Now you started to wonder, just how much money does this man have because it looked like he did not have to worry whatsoever. Did you just hit not only a handsome but also rich man? 

The leather upholstery in the car felt cold. Sanemi gunned the engine and you took off to god knows where. 

‘’You can put something on if you want. The pin is XXXX.’’ He dropped his phone on your lap. 

Wow, he must be really comfortable with you, giving you his phone. At least that’s what you thought. Hitting the music app you started to panic. That’s the most awkward part of getting to know someone, sharing your music tastes. What if you play something that he won’t like and he will be sitting there like ‘uhhh, okayyy’ but he won’t tell you to turn it down because he doesn’t want to be rude. 

‘’Don’t stress over fucking music.’’ He tore you out of your overthinking. ‘’Just go through what I listen too, maybe you’ll find something that you like.’’ 

You did as told, scrolling through the genres and artists. Some rock, alternative, music from games, quite a lot of stuff but none of it out of the line. You could pretty much predict that he’ll listen to something like that. 

‘’Oh I like Molchat Doma too!’’ You pointed out, happy that you found some resemblance of your own music taste. 

Just then you spotted it. That one song that was out of order. A devilish grin blooming on your face as you hit the song and waited for the utter embarrassment. 

When the first tunes sounded out you saw Sanemi grab the steering wheel harder.

‘’I feel so unsure…’’

He bit down on his bottom lip.

‘’As I take your hand and lead you to the dance floor…’’

Something started to creep on his pale cheeks. 

‘’As the music dies, something in your eyes…’’

He couldn’t even look to the side because he was driving and you took full advantage of that, looking straight at him. 

‘’Calls to mind a silver screen’’

You could swear you saw a single droplet of sweat run down his temple.

‘’And all its sad good-byes…’’

There it was, a huge, rose blush on his face as he listened to the song and understood that now, now you know. You know that he likes this song.

‘’I'm never gonna dance again

Guilty feet have got no rhythm

Though it's easy to pretend

I know you're not a fool…’’

You started to giggle throughout the chorus, riding out on your victory. 

‘’I should've known better than to cheat a friend

And waste the chance that I'd been given

So I'm never gonna dance again

The way I danced with you, oh’’

It was the first time you ever saw him flustered, maybe even embarrassed. Oh just admit it, he was embarrassed. This emotion just felt so much not like him. He always kept his cool and made others wiggle their fingers in his presence. This was just beyond funny.

‘’Why didn’t you ever said that you like George Michael.’’ You still giggled and snickered under your breath. 

‘’You know that I won’t let this slide.’’ His voice was dark and serious.

‘’Yes yes, of course.’’ You didn’t take him seriously right now, still listening to the cheesy song. 

Later on, you picked something normal and the joke died out naturally. The two of you started to talk about small things that happened the past few days, Shinazugawa asking you once more how you felt after the Inosuke drama. It felt so natural and easy, as if you were talking to a close friend, not a date. Before you knew you were grumbling, laughing and joking around as if you two knew each other forever. It was nothing like the awkwardness of your first days. 

Soon you got to your destination, Shinazugawa pulling in an outside parking lot. You stepped out of the car and looked up at a gate that welcomed visitors. 

‘’Wow.’’ 

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Hello! It’s Winter! Sweet Strawberry gave me the idea to do a sequel to Protection. I hope everyone enjoys it!!!! (Thank you 🍓🍓)

Protection - The Sequel

The next time they met, Brigitte was surprisingly quiet. It had been a week since they saw each other. Emmanuel wanted nothing more than to hold and make love to his girlfriend, but she seemed off. She wasn’t her usual bubbly self and he sensed it right away.

“What’s wrong, honey?” Emmanuel asked, realizing she had only taken one small bite of her salad. He had prepared her favourite meal, making the salad from scratch using fresh ingredients. “Is there something wrong with the salad? I didn’t think I could screw that up.”

She looked up from her plate and smiled at his effort. “I’m sorry, sweetie, it’s delicious.”

“Then what’s wrong?” Emmanuel lovingly caressed her hand across the table.

“Can we talk?” Brigitte asked. “It’s important.”

His stomach instantly flipped. Naturally, Emmanuel assumed she was breaking up with him. He felt a lump in his throat. He’d never let her go. Oh no, this woman wasn’t getting away that easily. Whatever she needed or wanted, he was going to get her. He’d walk through fire for Brigitte.

Sensing his pain, Brigitte leaned across the table and kissed his cheek. “Chérie, it’s not bad. It’s just something you deserve to know.”

Emmanuel led her to the couch. “Let’s talk here so I can hold you in my arms.”

She sat comfortably on his lap. “I need to confess something. My husband and I are …..”

“Giving it another shot? Moving further away?” Emmanuel was nervous. “Did he hurt you or the children? I’ll kill the son of a bitch if he did something to you!”

“No. And please don’t interrupt,” Brigitte said. “My husband and I aren’t together anymore. It’s over between us. And I …we stopped being intimate a few months ago.”

Emmanuel lifted her off his lap so he could stand up. “If it’s over, then why did we start using protection? Is there another guy? Some new, handsome student?”

“Emmanuel!!! Who do you think I am? It’s only you! How could you even think that of me?” Brigitte couldn’t believe his mind went there. She understood his confusion, but that was a low blow.

“I’m sorry. I’m just trying to understand the situation. Why do we need to use condoms?” Emmanuel sat back down, automatically pulling her onto his lap again. “We are only having sex with each other.”

“Recently, I had a scare…. A close call. I was over a week late, and I thought I was pregnant.” Brigitte confessed. “All I know is, I could never complicate your life with a baby.”

“Oh. So, the baby was… ?” Emmanuel asked.

“Well, I wasn’t actually pregnant but yes, it would have been yours. 100%.” Brigitte waited for his reaction, nervous about how he would have taken the news if it were true.

To her surprise, he seemed sad.

She allowed him time to process the information. “Brigitte.” Finally, he spoke. “A baby wouldn’t have been the worst thing for us. I agree, it’s not an ideal situation, I’m still young, but I would have loved a baby that was half yours.”

“Really?” She relaxed in his arms.

“Yes, Chérie. I already love your three children so much. I would have endless love for a new baby. This little one would have had the best mother and siblings in the whole world.”

She wiped the tears from her eyes. “Not to mention the sweetest, most honest and caring father.” Brigitte passionately kissed his lips, feeling her arousal building for her perfect man.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the closeness, when she heard Emmanuel chuckle.

“What’s so funny?” Brigitte asked.

“I was just thinking it wouldn’t be fair for all the other children in the world. Our baby would be the absolute cutest. And then, later on, the most beautiful and smartest adult. I mean, how could it miss having parents like us?” Emmanuel confessed.

She joined him in laughter. He was absolutely right. It wouldn’t have been fair to anyone else.

Hellooo Winter! ❤️

I’m glad you decided to write a sequel! 🤩

Poor Emmanuel, instantly thinking Brigitte was going to break up with him hahaha but always makes me laugh when he thinks she got the hots for another student 🤭😂

Emmanuel’s reaction to the pregnancy scare tho 🥺 Oh this adorable sweet potato 🤧 And no doubts their kid would be the cutest and smartest, with those genes 😍🥰

Thank you so much, Winter! ❤️❤️❤️