#I’d say call me by just my name but I also haven’t really connected to a name so uhh

[oliveish]

Yknow that one tweet that’s like “I’m probably nb but I have a job” or whatever I think that’s me except like. It’s just not something that exists to me. I don’t think of myself in anyway at all and I don’t want to. If I start to it feels genuinely suffocating.

So idk what id call me haha

[chocochipsushi]

𝑮𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒔𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚, 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝑼𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒆 𝑻𝒐𝒋𝒊’𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆

NSFW! minors do not interact! 18+ only!

🌸Word count: 5.3K

🌸AU: Toji as your father’s best friend, consoling you with his cock after a fight with your dad

🌸CW: cockwarming, toji calling reader all sorts of pretty names, fucking while reader's dad is around, unprotected sex, fluff

🌸A/N: Hello... I am here to clarify some things. I found out recently that I got a pretty established and amazing fanartist on Twitter into a situation where they received backlash for recreating one of my Uncle Toji scenes. I felt so bad because antis were giving the artist shit for something I wrote. So I am here to let all of you know that:

1) reader's age was never specifically spelled out bc I wanted everyone to be able to relate to the reader's age and not be restrained by a number in the story. If I knew that there was a rule where we had to indicate ages of every character in stories, I would have done so... Anyway, if I were to be asked what the OC's age was, I would say she is within the age range of 26-28yo.

2) It will be clear in the last chapter as I tried to give a short back story (before I even saw those mean tweets) but I will let you all know now - Toji was out of the reader's life from age 9 to 24, reader's dad had her at 21, and Toji is a few years younger than the dad. So the math is that the age gap between Toji and the reader is ~18 years.

3) Reader hardly calls Toji by his name because she feels awkward doing that since she's always known him as Uncle Toji. but if you notice, she has been getting braver through the chapters. And she calls him 'Uncle Toji' during sex most of the time coz they like to roleplay??

Anyway, I am only explaining bc I really do not wish to hurt anyone, and I hope the fanartist know that the hate should be directed at me, not at them.

Next chapter will be the last. thank you all for supporting my Uncle Toji series.

<< Part 1 🔞, Part 2 🔞, Part 3 🔞 || Epilogue 🔞 >>

I am surprised when Toji’s hand on the small of my back gently guides me to the side, away from guests trying to lure us into their conversations. I look up at him in confusion and worry, only to be met with a concerned look on his face. 

He dips his head so that I can hear him when he murmurs, “You alright, baby? Wanna go home?”

Oh. 

I’d had a fight with my dad before coming to the gala dinner. Toji was caught in the crossfire when he came to pick me up. I was initially supposed to meet him at the dinner with my parents, where I would be handed over to Toji since each guest could only bring a Plus One. However, once my dad and I started raising our voices at each other, my mother called Toji right away and got him to come over to take me.

I was glad for it, and I’m sure my parents were, too. I haven’t been in the best of moods since then and Toji knows me way too well to have me engage in any conversation. I am still a good guest in the way I politely respond to questions asked, yet at the same time cutting the conversation short. But Toji understands that I am being civil only for the sake of it. 

I give Toji a small smile and shake my head. “No, I’m fine.”

He observes me for a few seconds. Finally, he rubs his thumb on my back and nods. “Okay. But I’ll bring you home early. Let me just talk to Dr. Hung.”

I have no objection to that, so Toji slides his engulfing hand down to take hold of mine and starts walking towards Dr. Hung. I try to listen politely and take mental notes of their conversation, since I am also here to make connections that might benefit my father’s company when I eventually take over. Toji, being my father’s best friend and longest business partner, knows of this and even tries to bring up our company’s name. 

By the time they were done talking business, I had Dr. Hung’s name card and a promise to have a business lunch, all thanks to Toji. And finally, when it is just us again, Toji rests a comforting hand on my back and leans down so that his lips are by my ear. 

“Let’s bring you home now, shall we?”

I look up and nod my head, to which he returns a nod at. Before we leave, however, Toji looks around to locate my parents, who are engaged in a conversation with a few other notable people in the industry. Not wanting to interrupt them, Toji guides me straight out of the ballroom and walks me to his car where his driver is already waiting. 

“Careful,” he murmurs with his big palm resting on top of my head as I get into the car. 

He gets his driver to bring me back and only when he has walked me back to my room, I face him and hold onto his calloused hand with both of mine. 

“Stay for a bit, Toji?” 

He stares at me for a long moment, not saying anything. I know that he is debating whether he should, since my parents might come home and see him here. But I give him a small pout that I know he can never resist, and he eventually squeezes my fingers — his non-verbal way of saying yes. 

When I let go of his hand, Toji undoes the knot on his tie, ready to get comfortable. By the time I am out of the shower, I find Toji already laying on my bed, tie off and blazer-less. He has the top few buttons of his shirt undone, his arm resting behind his head widening the plackets of his top and allowing me to see more skin. He is on his phone, probably going through some soccer news. 

Cuddling up to him seems so inviting that I rush through my nightly routine just to jump into bed with him. Toji fully expects it, having experienced this too many times for him not to be ready for it. He spreads his arm out just in time for me to burrow into his side. 

“Ugh, what a terrible day,” I groan into his armpit. 

Toji pats my crown and rests his palm on the swell of my hips. “Your dad only means well, you know that, baby.”

I lift myself up on my elbow, my hand on his chest to keep me steady, as I glare at him. Toji returns a levelled gaze. “He thinks that I’m not focused and that I am not trying hard enough to learn about taking over the company!”

Toji locks his phone and puts it aside just so he can give me more attention. But when I hear his response, I suddenly wish he didn’t give me any at all, or that I even asked him to stay. 

“Well, do you think you really have been giving your all in the handover?” I simply gape at him, in disbelief that he would say something like that. Toji taps my hip. “Look at it this way, Princess, from your father’s point of view. You complain when you have business meetings, when they are actually good for your business. You hate the small talk and show an attitude, which I can’t say gives off a good impression. You hang back and passively stand there and look pretty at the networking events your father brings you to, that are really for you to broaden your connections.” 

Toji could probably see the look of incredulity and betrayal on my face, because he sighs and strokes my chin with his free hand. Being the petty me that I am, I turn my head away with a pout. 

“You know that I am always fair and logical, Princess. I’m not just taking your dad’s side because he is my best friend,” Toji murmurs.

I stay quiet, trying to rationalise his explanation. But the longer I do, the more heated I get. So, instead of answering him, I get up, tear the sheets off my bed to get under it, and reach out to turn the lights off, plunging us into darkness. I lie on my side, facing away from Toji even though he can’t see me in the darkness anyway. He doesn’t move or say anything for a while but a few seconds later, I hear movement and in the next few seconds, the nightlight next to my bed turns on. I feel Toji getting under the blanket behind me where he rests his heavy hand on my hip. He comes closer until his lips are hovering over my ear. 

“Although…” he murmurs huskily, quietly. “Of course I will be there to help you. How can Uncle Toji leave his baby girl to be eaten by the wolves?” While my heart flutters at his words, I make sure not to react. Toji rubs his rough palm up and down the side of thigh now. “Together, we’ll dominate the playing field. I’ll guide and bring success to you.”

I know that he always keeps his promises and he never promises anything he can’t do. But I still won’t respond, so Toji nudges my earlobe with his lips. I can feel the scruff on his chin that is already growing. 

“It’s all for your own good, Princess. Your dad just doesn’t want you to fail. Neither do I.”

I turn my head slightly and grumble, “I thought you said you’d help me succeed.”

The tip of Toji’s nose now brushes my cheek. He rubs my side gently, at the same time causing my night dress to ride up. “Oh, that’s not negotiable, baby. Of course I will. But you’ve got to try and make it out on your own too.” 

“But I am trying,” I whine, now twisting my body a little more so that I am facing him. 

He is staring down at me with the softest gaze — one that he only reserves for me. “Of course you are,” Toji almost coos. This only makes me pout instinctively. He leans down to press his scarred lips to mine. “But try harder.”

Immediately, I pull away with a loud whine and slap his broad shoulder. Toji’s chuckle is low and husky, so warm and familiar that I am already melting before he kisses me again. This time, he nips on my bottom lip, his palm on my hip now moving in sensual strokes. Little moans and mewls escape me as some sort of resistance, not wanting to be played into his hands like that. But we both know that I am enjoying this, especially when I clench my fist on the material of his shirt, pulling him closer. Toji hooks his fingers under the hem of my night dress and drags them up along my thigh, pulling my dress up. 

He is toying with the band of my panties when he breaks the kiss and murmurs against my lips, “Still mad at Uncle Toji?” My teeth pull on my bottom lip as I nod my head. The corners of Toji’s lips turn down. “Can’t have that now, can we?” he hums before burying his face into my nape. He trails the faintest of kisses along my neck, his fingers now tugging and flicking at the thin elastic of my underwear. “You’re not tired, are you, baby? I don’t think you’ll be getting any sleep yet.”

And with that, Toji lifts himself up on his elbow as he pulls my g-string down as far as he can. He kisses me on the shoulder just as he hovers his hand over my crotch, the tip of his finger drawing shapes on my sensitive skin, making my hair stand on ends. I hold my breath as he gets closer to my clit, dipping his finger between my thighs so that the length of his digit rubs on my pussy lips. 

I can feel his erection growing hard against my ass, especially when he starts thrusting his hips slowly in tandem with the rhythm of his finger sliding between my labia. The tip of his finger teases my entrance. Pushing just an inch of his digit into my hole, he slides out and spreads my slick along my lips. I swallow and turn my head so that I could at least see him a little. Almost at once, Toji leans in to kiss the corner of my lips. 

His lips are still on me when he mumbles, “You’re so cute when you act like you’re mad at me.”

I let out a whine and reach out to thump my fist on his shoulder. Toji merely chuckles against my lips. He gives me one last kiss and pulls away, now moving to lay on his back. I turn my head to take a look at what he’s doing and see that he is undoing his pants. Knowing that he is actually going to finish what he started, I return to face the front. 

His strong arm snakes around my waist again and this time, I can feel his member poking my ass, excited and hard. The expensive material of his pants brush against the back of my thigh, adjusting my position so that my legs are scissored. Scooching closer to me, Toji holds his cock in his hand just for him to rub it against my flaps. I bite my bottom lip in an effort to try not to stick my ass out. But it is useless because my hips start to move and grind against his cockhead, allowing him to spread his precum and my wetness along my slit. 

Toji wraps his arm across my chest and brings me inevitably closer so that his lips are pressing against my ear. As he continues to thrust his hips, letting the length of his cock slide along my pussy lips, he lets out the sexiest grunts and the lowest of moans. At this point, I just want him to put it in me already. And he knows, because I arch my back to the point I am pressing my ass against his hips. 

Reaching his hand down, Toji tactically spreads my cheeks apart and positions his cockhead at the entrance of my wet pussy. Thrusting his hips forward, he stretches out my hole, making me whine and moan in pain and pleasure. Once he has his tip in, he returns to hugging me tight against his body. Toji’s nose is at the back of my ear, his lips on my earlobe. I can hear his shaky breathing as he enters me deeper. 

“Fuck…” he groans quietly. “You feel so good, baby.” 

Toji is slow as he sheathes himself inside of me, trying to savour the moment he first slides into me. Only when he is balls deep inside of me, he pauses and groans into my ear while he enjoys the pulsing, warm cocksleeve around his meat. My jaw goes slack when he finally pulls out several seconds later, only to thrust back into me again. His strokes start out slow before building up to a passionate rhythm of fucking. 

Toji growls into my ear and I just know that he isn’t going to last very long tonight. Especially when he brings his hand to wrap around my throat, his thick fingers lightly gripping the sides of my neck. My pussy is getting wetter. The sounds of Toji’s hips slamming against my ass and the squelching of my sopping pussy are almost too loud in my quiet room. It doesn’t help that Toji releases the chokehold around my neck, only to bring his hand down to my clit, his fingers already rubbing the nub in circles. 

“Ah, Daddy…” I mewl breathily, my body already trembling at his ministrations. 

Toji grunts. “God. You’re so tight and warm around me, Princess.” He lets out a long groan. “Daddy’s going to cum.”

By the sound of his irregular breathing, I just know that he is so close. Just a few more thrusts and he is going to explode inside of me. 

Which is why I have to be the one to stop him with my hand against his hips, giving him a squeeze in warning, when I hear the door creaking open. My heart is racing with fear and anxiety. Toji curses under his breath but immediately ceases his movements. He tries very hard to regulate his breathing quietly. He taps my thigh and I just know what he wants me to do. I shut my eyes and pretend to sleep. 

Someone takes a few steps into the room. Toji twists his body so that he appears to be lying on his back. I hear him groan, like how a tired person would. 

“Oh, you’re with her.” 

I really hope the thumping of my heart against my chest is not as loud as it sounds like to me. Because my father is here, speaking quietly to Toji.

“We had a little talk before she fell asleep,” Toji mumbles. I am impressed that he doesn’t sound at all out of breath.

My father lets out a loud sigh. Instinctively, my entire body clenches with anxiety, even down to my pussy walls squeezing Toji’s swollen cock. Toji chokes on a grunt and reactively moves his hand that is under the blanket to squeeze my arm lightly in warning. 

“Yeah, I might have been too harsh on her,” my father reflects. He sounds a little regretful. 

Toji clears his throat. He knows that I am listening and will very well treat him according to his reply. He pauses for a second before saying, “Good you know that. She really is trying, you know. She’s a good girl.”

As a reward for Toji sticking up for me, I pretend to shift in my sleep so that I press my ass against his hips, fully taking in his cock. Toji lets out a short hiss, which he covers up by clearing his throat. 

“She can be a brat,” he comments, making sure that I hear the edge in his tone. The corner of my lip lifts slightly. “But she is a good kid.”

“I know.” My father sighs. “I feel terrible. We never have fights.”

Toji scoffs. “Obviously. You’re a sucker for your daughter.” 

I could almost hear my father rolling his eyes. “You’re not one to talk. I’ve never seen you fuss over anyone like you do with her. She can’t even meet boys with the way you’re always hovering around her.”

Toji shifts his leg, at the same time angling his cock and driving his meat deeper inside of me. I bite down on my bottom lip to stop myself from moaning. He is almost growling when he answers, “Boys can’t take care of her.”

“You know, I agree with you. But then who will?” 

I wish I had my eyes open to watch the non-verbal interaction between my father and Toji. Because the tension in the air intensifies and my dad almost sounds interrogative now. 

“You? You want to take care of my daughter?” 

“Just ‘cause she’s a brat and a princess, you think I can’t handle her?” Toji may sound like he is joking but I just know that he is being defensive. 

The tension breaks when my father laughs. “Oh, I know for sure you can handle her, Toji. I’m just not confident she can take care of you, ya grumpy old geezer.”

Toji’s body relaxes behind me. He scoffs and says, “Like I need anyone taking care of me.”

“Hmm. True.” A moment of silence passes, putting an end to the short distraction from their original conversation. My father sighs and asks, “Are you staying?” Without waiting for Toji to answer though, he quickly changes his question to an instruction, “Stay the night and talk to her in the morning before breakfast. She listens to you better. Then we’ll go for brunch at Fordeux.”

Toji chuckles under his breath. “Bribing me with a meal at my favourite place, huh?” My father doesn’t answer but I know he must be grinning. Toji flips to the side and pats my hip over the blanket. “Alright. I’ll make sure she’s talking to you again tomorrow.”

“Good ni—”

“But,” Toji stops him in his tracks. My father pauses. “You need to cut her some slack too. Let her do things at her pace.”

It takes a while for my father to respond but when he does, my heart lightens so much that I feel like I might float. “Fine.” I can almost hear him roll his eyes. “Can’t say shit about me when you’re as big of a sucker for her.” 

“Shut up, dickhead.”

My father’s laughter is getting further and further until I hear the door open again. The moment it closes behind him and we are back in the silence of my room, I open my eyes. I wait a couple more seconds before turning my head around to face Toji. He turns to look at me. I keep staring at him, not saying anything, probably scaring him because he opens his mouth to say something. Before he could even get a word out though, I reach my arm behind me and grab his neck, pulling him close. Toji’s fingers tighten around my hip when my lips touch his, so possessive and full of yearning that I can only respond in a sensual swirl of my hips. 

Hearing him moan into my mouth, I am motivated to give him more. Arching my back to press my ass against his groin, I rock my hips at a steady pace, sliding his cock in and out of my tight hole. Toji kisses me back sloppily, his jaw slack at the pleasure my wet pussy is giving him. 

I pull away from his lips, which only makes Toji’s eyes flutter open as he stares at me in a lovestruck daze. It makes me grin. I am usually the one with that expression. Circling my fingers around his wrist, I pull his hand away from my hip and move away from him. His brows draw together for a moment before he realises what I am about to do as I push him back and climb on top of him, straddling his hips. 

Toji licks his lips and bites down on the bottom one as he watches me steady myself with a hand on his chest and my hand wrapped around his dick. I lift myself up so that I am hovering over his thick cock. Sliding his cockhead up and down my wet lips, I glance up at him, finding him already in position with his arms behind his head, ready to watch me ride him. 

Lowering myself as I rub his mushroom head along my slit, the wet smacking of my pussy lips becomes louder and almost more elaborate. Toji’s teeth are tugging on his bottom lip and I can just tell that his restraint is almost breaking at my teasing. He is probably just two seconds away from flipping us around and completely obliterating me when I finally sink down on his dick, slowly letting his wide girth stretch me out. 

Toji’s hip spasms at the immense pleasure my sopping cunt is giving him and his face contorts into one of agony and bliss, all at the same time. Placing both hands on his chest now, I hold myself stable as I continue taking in his cock, all the way down until he is balls deep inside of me. I let out the breath I had been holding in and lift my head to find Toji with his eyes barely open. He always enjoys the first time his cock slides into my pussy. 

As I slide my palm up his smooth chest, I tease, “You alright there, Uncle Toji?” 

It takes him a few seconds but Toji finally blinks the haze away. He is already glaring at me. Taking a hand away from the back of his head, his palm meets my ass with a resounding smack. “What’s gotten into you, huh? Thought you were mad at Uncle Toji?”

As I lean forward with a grin, I lift my ass so that his cock slides out of my tight snatch. “How could I stay mad at you?” Toji flickers his eyes down to my lips, looking so mesmerised by the way my bottom lip is caught between my teeth. “You stood up for me.”

Toji’s hand cups my chin and pulls me closer. “If I don’t, who will?” 

My heart flutters at his words, sending a ripple down south that massages his meat. Toji’s warm breath hits my lips in a soft moan before taking my mouth in his. He kisses me deep and slow. Readjusting my hands to hold myself up on the bed beside him, I slowly start to move again, sliding my wet cunt up and down his hard dick. He could still kiss me until I started going faster, slapping my ass down to meet the base of his cock each time. Letting out a low, deep moan, Toji breaks the kiss and tilts his head up slightly, trying to get more air into his lungs. 

I stop for a moment, only to change my position so that I have my palms flat on my headboard, completely hovering above him now. I move my hips again, fast and powerful that I have the bed rocking slightly, my tits swinging in Toji’s face, my perked nipples just grazing his stubble and his sharp nose. The man below me lets rip a growl and grabs a handful of my breast, latching his mouth on my tit. I throw my head back at the sensation of his tongue flicking over my stiff bud. My pussy is only getting wetter, making me glide up and down his thick cock easily. 

Toji’s other hand slides down to my body, finding my ass. I mewl when he slaps my mound before giving it a squeeze, his grunts only letting me know that he enjoys my reaction. I know that Toji is enjoying this, but he always wants to finish with him on top. And I am slowly losing my strength as I start to slow down. He gives me one last slap and squeeze to my ass before unlatching from my breast. With his hands on my hips, he stops me from moving, holding me up with his hands now cupping my ass. 

“Oh, fuck, Daddy…” I whine when he starts rutting his hips, impaling me over and over with his thick meat. 

“Mm…” he groans. “Baby.” He cannot stop himself from giving my flesh another squeeze. “Princess.” At that petname, I fall forward and melt into his chest completely, letting him hold me up with pure brute strength. Toji’s grunt in my ear is low and guttural. “My pretty girl,” he moans. My cunt grips tighter around his cock. He knows what this does to me. 

Sliding a hand up to my head, he pushes my hair away from my face so that I can feel his warm murmur on my cheek when he says, “My darling little kitten.” I shut my eyes and let out a mewl. “Daddy made you so wet, pretty baby.” Toji squeezes a handful of my ass. “Gonna cum for Daddy, sweetheart?” I can only whine and nod my head dumbly. stops with his cock entirely sheathed inside of me and circles his hips, enjoying the sticky sound of our juices mixing together. He groans at my pussy pulsing around him. 

He tilts his head so that his cheek is resting on my temple and murmurs, “Daddy’s going to cum, baby doll. And I’m going to ruin your pretty little body when I do.” I can only mewl in response, my walls fluttering around his sheathed cock. My head is buzzing from my unexpected orgasm, my body already reacting involuntarily at his words. Toji nudges my temple as he moves to whisper in my ear, still gyrating his hips with his cock inside of me, “My cum all over your stomach and your tits, baby. Gonna look so pretty, all covered in Uncle Toji’s love.”

I gasp when he flips us around suddenly, his dick slipping out of me at the movement. I am lying on the bed staring up at him now. He cages me under his big, strong build, his eyes dark and lustful as he watches me. Licking his fingers, he reaches between us and gives my sopping wet  pussy a slap, causing me to jerk in surprise. A corner of his lip pulls up. He does this again, and this time I whine. 

Toji takes hold of his cock now, positioning it at the entrance of my parted pussy. He lets out a deep exhale as he slides into me again. I like being in this position where I am able to watch Toji’s expression as he fucks me. His eyebrows would be furrowed, his dark, green eyes would be piercing mine, the ends of his hair just slightly wet from the physical exertion. I smile and reach up to give him a peck on his lips. 

It is meant to be a sweet gesture, but Toji lets out a low growl. He drops his head to kiss me hard while he speeds up his pace. I move in tandem with his fucking, meeting the base of his cock with every hip thrust. I make a conscious effort to squeeze my walls, my pussy gripping so tightly onto his cock that Toji quickly pulls out like he has been burnt, just to keep stroking his meat furiously. He cums on me like he said he would, the white liquid painting my stomach with some droplets staining my night dress. 

He takes a while to recover from his heaving but when he does, he gets up slowly and starts unbuttoning his shirt. He keeps his eyes entirely on me the whole time he strips from his clothes. The moment he is done, he scoops me up carefully and walks me to the bathroom where he brings me to the shower stall with him once he takes the dress off me. 

“I’m going to do something stupid tomorrow,” Toji suddenly announces in the middle of our clean-up. 

My heart stops for a second. I look up at him shampooing his hair. “What?” When he only stares at me, not saying anything, I laugh and joke, “Gonna have another cheat day and eat all the carbs you want?”

Toji rolls his eyes. “Everyday is a cheat day when your girlfriend always leaves you with her unfinished food.”

I click my tongue and reach out to land a wet slap on his bicep. He grins at me and closes his eyes to wash out the shampoo on his hair. Finishing up my rinse, I get out of the shower before him and dry myself. I have to change into a new set of nightwear and when I am dressed, I snuggle back into bed, waiting for Toji. 

He takes a while so I try to stay up. But when I hear the hairdryer going off, I decide that I can always spend time with him in the morning before the brunch, since he is staying over. 

I am already half-asleep when Toji finally crawls into bed and cuddles me, bringing me closer to him. I wonder if I had been dreaming when he murmured in my ear, “I’m going to talk to your dad about us, baby.”

At brunch the next day, I am sat next to Toji, both of us across the table from my parents. He takes care of me the entire time like he always does, even going to the extent of cutting up my waffles for me while he talks to my father. 

“You’re spoiling her, Toji,” my dad finally comments as he watches his best friend cutting up my food for me. “She’s not a baby, you know.”

My father glances at me but I merely shrug at him and grin up at Toji. “I like being spoiled.”

“Of course you do,” my father quips. 

Toji makes one last cut of my waffle and sets the cutlery down. I thank him and start eating. As he reaches out to have a sip of his wine, he leans back in his chair comfortably to address my father. 

“Do you think it’s weird that I spoil her?”

My dad laughs as he reaches for his wine glass too. “Not weird. But definitely bad.”

But Toji is serious as he continues, “Then do you think it’s weird if I say I want to take care of her?” 

My father pauses for a moment. He looks at me looking lost and uncomfortable at where this conversation is headed, then glances at his similarly confused wife, and finally back at Toji. 

“No… You’ve always been taking care of her even when she was younger.”

“I mean as a man.” 

The man across him frowns and leans forward to put his wine down. “You mean… like…” My father is at a loss for words. 

Even I am, too. All of us are just gaping stupidly at Toji now, waiting for some sort of explanation, or even him laughing to tell us he is joking. But he only clears his throat and sits with his elbows on his arm rests, his hands resting on his torso with his fingers interlocked. 

“Like I want to commit my life to her.” 

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Five Stars (NSFW)

Larissa Weems x fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut (with fluff), sub!Larissa, fingering, cunnilingus, degradation kink, strap-on.

A/N: After that last sad fic I needed to write something a bit brighter, and ended up bringing sub Larissa back. I wasn't sure I wanted to write about her, but she somehow found her way back in my mind. This one is quite long and with a time jump just to add some fluff towards the end. It's not my best work, but I hope you'll enjoy! I have proofread it, but there might be some mistakes as I wanted to finish it before going to bed.

Word count: ~3.5k

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Your job was in many ways repetitive, but when you started your own company focused on providing IT support to households you knew what you were getting into. You just wanted to be your own boss and have more freedom. This job was no different. She had called, telling you she had some issues with her Internet and needed someone to fix it quickly. She sounded attractive, you had noticed that right away. A posh British accent and a voice that sounded like velvet. She was the headmistress at Nevermore Academy, and you had never been there before but you were in awe of the beautiful building. When you arrived, you immediately saw that you had been completely right, only she was far more attractive than you had first imagined. 

“Thank you so much for coming at such short notice. I am so sorry for calling so late, and on a Friday night. I hope I haven’t ruined your evening. I usually have people working on this, but they don’t work this late and I have no clue about these things, but something is not working. Please, follow me.” She walked with a hip sway you could not take your eyes away from. She had a perfect hourglass figure and had legs for days, and oh boy, was she tall. 

You followed her to the IT department, and started working your magic. “It shouldn’t be a huge problem, ma’am. I think I know what the issue is, and I should be able to work through it within an hour or less.” You smiled as she looked attentively at you. You weren’t used to people watching you work, especially not actual goddesses. 

“Can I get you anything while you work?” Her voice was so caring and soft. You thought to yourself that the only thing you really wanted was her, but you couldn’t say that, of course. 

“I’m good, ma’am. But thank you so much for the offer.” You could not stop yourself from eyeing her up. She noticed, and blushed immediately. It surprised you, because you figured people must be staring at her all the time. 

You tried dismissing the thoughts you had, afraid you had made her uncomfortable. “I just have to run these diagnostics, and you should be connected to the Internet soon.” You winked and caught your eyes wandering again. 

“Do you need to be here while you do these things, or can you come back to it later? I feel bad about not offering you anything and I have tea in my office.” She sounded insisting and you agreed to go with her. Truth was, you wanted to know more about her and you also wanted to do unspeakable things with her. 

You could have sworn that you caught her eyeing you up as well, but she seemed shy and was very discreet about it. You decided to test her, and walked up to her as she was preparing the tea. You stood so close that you could feel the heat from her body, and she tried to hide a gasp when she felt you closer. 

You let your hand gently slide down her back, and she twitched. That was definitely a good sign. “Larissa, to be perfectly honest there is something I’d much rather do while waiting.” Her breathing was heavier now. Her entire demeanour changed and it was as if she was melting before you. 

“W-what is that, Y/N?” She turned around, looking confused but with a stare filled with a desire she was trying to mask. 

“I want to hear what your sweet voice sounds like when it’s screaming and moaning my name, Larissa.” You looked at her with a grin and raised your eyebrow. 

She blushed and looked away. “I want that, Y/N. But I’m afraid I don’t have that much experience, and I wouldn’t know what to do.” She was clearly ashamed and bothered by her confession.

You reached up and cupped her chin. “Just be a good girl and follow my lead. I’ll do the work, and you just do as I say, pretty princess. Can you be a good girl for me?” You reached to the back of her head and pulled her closer before kissing her. She let out a sigh, almost as if she had been awaiting it. 

“Yes, I’ll be a good girl for you, Y/N.” Her eyes followed you as you grabbed her hand and led her over to the sofa. 

“Can you start off by stripping for me, Larissa? I’m dying to see those curves without clothes.” You sat down as she stood before you. She started stripping down, but you could tell that it wasn’t anything she was used to. She seemed embarrassed, but the look on your face convinced her that you really liked what you were seeing. She looked even more breathtaking. 

“You’re beautiful, Larissa. Absolutely beautiful. Now, sit on the sofa for me.” You got up, and led her over to the sofa, gently pushing her down on it. 

You sat next to her, letting your hand wander up her thigh. It made her spread her legs as an automatic response, letting you know she liked it. You leaned forward to kiss her neck and she let out a low moan. “Good girl. I want to hear you, Larissa.” Your hand wandered up her waist and found her breast. You pinched her nipple between your fingers and she hissed. Your lips slid down her chest and replaced your fingers as you sucked, licked and bit her nipple and your fingers found the other one.

“I need more, Y/N. Please give me more.” Larissa’s voice was needy and desperate, and you loved it. This stately, stern woman was already a mess for you. 

“Aren’t you a desperate little slut for me, hm? Desperate for me to use you like my own personal toy?” You grabbed her chin and bit her neck, making her moan out loud. 

“Y-yes, Y/N. I am your desperate little slut. Please use me. Please do whatever you want with me.” Her legs spread more and more, and you noticed that her thighs were glistening. 

You got down on your knees between her legs and grabbed her thighs so you could pull her closer to the edge of the seat. “Oh, you are soaked for me, aren’t you? Your cunt is so ready for me.” You let your fingers slide up her slit, and she gasped. 

“P-please, oh… Y/N… I need you, please. I am ready.” She could barely speak, and you hadn’t even really touched her. You smiled to yourself as you slowly let two fingers slide in, making sure that she felt comfortable and got used to you. Her back arched in response, and you picked up the pace a bit.

She moaned and grabbed the edge of the seat as you started fucking her harder. You felt her walls clenching around your fingers and her breathing became more and more uncontrollable. You curled your fingers to reach her magic spot and she screamed out loud, making you smile. Suddenly, she came while screaming your name, sending a wave of her arousal down your hand. You let her ride it out as you slowly pulled out your fingers.

“Be a good girl and clean them up for me, will you?” You put your fingers to your lips, and she hesitated but opened her mouth. Half an hour ago she was an innocent and pure lady, and now she was sucking your fingers clean, tasting herself. The sight was intoxicating. 

You pulled your fingers from her mouth and sank down on your knees again. She looked confused, but you just smiled and kissed your way up her thighs. She spread her legs again and hissed when you reached her clit. Your tongue flicked it just to see her reaction. She bucked her hips towards you. She desperately wanted more. You pulled her closer as your tongue started circling her clit and she started whimpering. 

“Such a horny whore for me, pretty princess. You taste so good.” The words made her moan louder and she very obviously liked it when you called her names. 

You looked up at her while your tongue worked tirelessly to massage her sensitive bud and she gasped as your eyes met. You knew she was close, probably better than she knew as her first orgasm seemed to have taken her by surprise. 

You grabbed her thighs harder and her breathing let you know that the pace your tongue was keeping was about to send her over the edge. She once again screamed your name followed by a row of exhausted whimpers and gasps. You smiled as you sat up and wiped your chin. She was still trembling as she was trying to catch her breath. You found a blanket and wrapped around her so she wouldn’t feel so exposed as you got up and kissed her. 

She blushed and gave you a shy smile while looking down on the floor. “Thank you, Y/N. I have never felt anything like this before. In fact, I have… I have only ever done anything like that with one other person and it never went as far as this. And it was not anything like this, not at all. You are extremely skilled.” Again, her confession made her feel ashamed. She turned away and hid her face with her hand. She wasn’t used to dirty talk or sexual interactions. 

You gently stroked her cheek. You felt both flattered and extremely shocked. How on earth were you her first? You figured you weren’t really in a place to ask her, and you just smiled to make her feel more at ease about her confession. “Larissa, I am so happy you felt safe enough to let me worship you. You did extremely well. Now… As much as I would love to have more of you, I think I should probably continue my work. Otherwise, I’m afraid I’ll get a bad review for not actually fixing your connection.”

Larissa laughed and looked at you with a huge smile on her face. “You might not have fixed what you came here for, but I would certainly give you five stars for the other services you provided.” She blushed, but didn’t hide her face like she would have a few minutes ago. She seemed comfortable with you. She got dressed and walked you back to the IT department. 

You finished your job and packed up your gear. “Well, my job here is done and I must say… I have never once ended up feeling this excited about a job.” You winked and reached up to kiss her. 

“Y/N, may I please take you out to dinner tomorrow? Only if you don’t have other plans, of course. I’m not expecting anything from you, but I would like to get to know you better and pay you back.” She got a concerned look on her face, almost disappointed. It seemed as if she felt like she had asked for far too much.

You grabbed her hand and kissed it. “I would love to have dinner with you, Larissa. You really don’t have to pay me back, but I really want to get to know you better too. You’re a beautiful goddess. I just had to tell you that, because I am still stunned by you.” She blushed again, and it appeared to you that she wasn’t used to compliments. This both annoyed you and shocked you, because she deserved better than what she had ever gotten. You didn’t even really know her, but you could tell that much from her reactions whenever you complimented her. 

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This one dinner led to many, and you both loved each other's company and you could talk about anything with her. After two months she had asked you over for dinner but this time she wanted to cook for you. You had bought a bouquet of flowers for her, a mix of pink and purple pastels. You really had no clue about flowers, but you had asked in the shop and they recommended that one and they looked like something she would like.

She was waiting outside when you arrived, and she was wearing a gorgeous cream white dress and she looked ravishing as she always did. You gave her the bouquet of flowers and she let out an excited gasp. “Thank you so much, darling. They’re absolutely beautiful!” She tenderly smelled the flowers before looking at you with a secretive grin. “I have a surprise for you later, Y/N.” She leaned down to kiss you, and you were surprised at her confidence, but it was a positive surprise. It assured you that she really was feeling more comfortable and at ease with you.

“What kind of surprise, Larissa?” You tilted your head while raising an eyebrow and looked at her with a curious look on your face.

“That’s going to be a surprise for now. I’ve already said more than enough. Now, let’s go while the food is still warm.” She grabbed your hand and led you back to her quarters. 

She had made pasta, and it smelled delicious. Before this, you had only been out for dinner because she was usually far too busy to have time for cooking, so this made you feel quite special. The table was set with live candles and she found a vase for the flowers. “Thank you so much once again, Y/N. You are truly charming.” She admired them and gently stroked your hand. 

After dinner, you helped her clean up and you ended up talking and laughing in the kitchen, and you loved these silly moments with her. You knew her job was tiring and made her exhausted, so you truly enjoyed it when she could let her guard down and just relax.

She looked at you with a sly grin before grabbing your hand. “I’m afraid I didn’t make dessert, but I can give you your surprise now instead.” She bit her lip as she led you to her bedroom. She pushed you down on her bed before she slowly backed away, and started stripping down. Her movements were slow and sensual, leaving you absolutely mesmerised. She knew that you liked her and found her attractive, and this seemed to fuel her confidence. She revealed a matching lingerie set, dark red and black, possibly one of the best surprises you had ever seen. Your mouth was watering and you were so hungry for her.

“It might not be a lot, but I bought it for your eyes only. It’s the first part of the surprise I have for you.” She smiled as she walked closer and kissed your cheek. 

“You look so fucking good, Larissa. You really are a true goddess, and I can’t wait to taste and touch you.” You leaned back as she walked over to her drawer. She stood there for a little while before turning around. She was holding a strap-on and she blushed before walking towards you.

“I bought this too, and I was hoping… I was hoping you would use it on me.” The fact that she had gone and bought it purely because of you sent a warm wave through your body. She trusted you so much and you knew how difficult that usually was for her. 

“Oh, I'll fuck you so good, Larissa.” You took it from her hand and set it aside before taking her hand and guiding her so she ended up straddling your lap. She wrapped her arms around your neck and kissed you. Your tongues swirled and twirled around one another before your lips started wandering down towards her neck. Your hands grabbed her ass and she threw her head back while you left marks on her neck. 

You pushed her down on the bed before your hand reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. Your mouth immediately found her nipple and you playfully bit it while your hand wandered down her body. She spread her legs and you smiled to yourself. Once reaching her panties you could feel how damp they were already. 

“Tell me what you want, princess. I want to hear what you want me to do.” You kissed her neck and she whimpered while your hands skilfully pulled down her panties and you started circling her clit with slow and teasing movements.

“I w-want… Oh… Y/N…I want you to fuck me and show me whose dirty little whore I am.” She moaned and took you by surprise, but fuck. You loved hearing her utter those words. 

“Such a good girl for telling me what you want. Get on your knees for me, princess.” You got up to put on the harness as she willfully got on her knees and spread her legs. Her cunt was so soaked you could see the arousal practically running down her inner thighs.

After you had attached the harness, you got on your knees behind her and teased her with the tip, rubbing it on her clit. “Are you ready for me, princess? If it’s too much, say stop and I will stop immediately.” You rubbed her gorgeous ass and leaned forward to kiss her back. 

“I’m ready, Y/N. Please fuck me.” She was already whimpering, and those words were all you needed. You slowly let the strap slide in, letting her adjust to it and making sure she wouldn’t feel overwhelmed. You could feel her clenching as you slowly thrusted in and out.

You started pumping harder when you realised she had adjusted and gotten used to the size, and she was moaning uncontrollably. You grabbed her hips and kept a steady pace, until she started moving her hips to meet you in the thrusts. “Please fuck me harder, Y/N. Please use me. Stretch me out.” Her confidence was growing more and more and you spanked her before thrusting deeper, making her scream and whimper. 

You could tell she was getting close as she started gasping for air and her legs were trembling. “Cum for me, princess. Cum hard for me.” You spanked her and one last, deep thrust was all she needed to tip over the edge in an exploding orgasm, making her throw her head back as she screamed your name. She slowly collapsed on the bed while you let her ride it out and gently pulled out the strap.

You kissed her back before removing the harness and left for the bathroom to get a washcloth. You cleaned her up gently, as she was trying to gain back enough strength to move. “Stay still, princess. I’ll clean you up and then I’ll tuck us in. Here, drink some. You’re exhausted.” You chuckled and handed her a bottle of water.

After cleaning her up she managed to pull herself up to her pillow and you crawled into bed with her. She wrapped her arm around you, and you comfortably crawled closer. You enjoyed these moments, and even though you were the more dominant one you found an immense safety in her arms.

She stroked your cheek and kissed you gently. “Y/N? I need to ask you something.” You immediately felt nervous and she must have caught the change in your breathing. “No, it’s nothing like that, darling! Don’t worry.” She pulled you closer to calm you down.

“What is it, princess?” You pulled away just enough to see her face.

“You might think it’s too soon, and you might not want this at all. And I’m sorry if I have misread everything, but I hope I haven’t. But I am very fond of you, and I am very fond of the time we spend together and all the fun we have. And I truly hope you feel the same way. Would you like to be my girlfriend?” Her voice was more gentle than usual, as if she wanted to assure you that she meant every word she said from the bottom of her heart.

A huge smile immediately formed on your face. You never thought she would ask. “Larissa, there is nothing I want more. I wanted to ask you, but I wasn’t sure how you felt and I didn’t want to pressure you. At least one of us had the guts to take the plunge!” You chuckled before kissing her, tears of happiness streaming down your cheeks. 

“Y/N, my girlfriend. Nothing feels more right than this. You have made me the happiest person in this moment, and I will treasure it forever, like I will treasure you forever. You are so beautiful, and I will make sure you always know that.” She kissed you and pulled you closer. You knew she meant it, and you never thought you could feel this way about another person. It wasn’t the easiest for you to trust people or let anyone in, but she made you feel like you were the most important person in the world to her, and that was all that mattered to you. That night, you fell asleep feeling more content than you had felt in probably forever in the arms of your girlfriend, Larissa Weems.

[youremyheaven]

https://www.tumblr.com/youremyheaven/754499296935723008/when-the-delusion-wears-off-and-you-realize-he

I was talking to this guy for a while and actually really liked him only for him to text me, “what would you do if your ex texting you? And it still hurts to even see her name?” I was like… oh 🙁 first of all whyyyy would you ask me of all people. This was in the beginning tho so I thought I’d let it slide cause it had only been like 2 months since they broke up and we were just friends atp. Anyways it did hurt. he said he told her, not to contact him and he’d text her when he was ready.

Now I’m not a complete idiot. I did want to stop talking to him after this because I felt like, yeah he still likes his ex. Buttttt after that he started being way more into our connection and then things progressed and we started making plans for the future…

Then I noticed he started replying slower and dryer. He also used to call me babe and stopped. I was like maybe I’m reading too much into it, I shouldn’t assume blah blah blah. Then he starts responding once a day and I started thinking, ok, he’s either found someone new or he’s talking to his ex again. Ughhhhhhh. So one day I asked, how’s your day? He goes, it’s good, I’m moving back to xyz (country he used to live in, his ex is there) I go oh… ummm what? He goes, yeah they pay more and also there’s this girl there I want to meet. Now the whole time we weren’t actually in a relationship so lesson learned to never act like you’re in one when you aren’t because then they can say they don’t owe you anything.

So I was hurt and stopped replying as much. The reason I kept replying is because we were actually friends and I actually really liked him as a person. also because we never talked about labels at all, I felt it wasn’t fair to hold him to that. But I should have just stopped talking to him because he ended up leaving me on read and now we haven’t talked in a month.

There’s also more in between that I left out because it’s be too long but that’s basically it. It should be illegal to call people “baby/babe/love” when you have no intention of actually being those things. Our whole thing was just not defined at all and very weird. I’m never doing anything like that again without clear lines of what we are. And part of why it hurts so bad is because he’s not a bad person. The reason I liked him was because I respect the way he lives his life. Part of it was also my fault because he wanted to move forward but I wasn’t able to because of some personal issues. I just wished I’d met him at a different timeeee lord whhhhhyyyy 😩😩😩 anyways I wish him well.

UGHHHH men are just :////

you shouldn't have had to go thru that but think of it as a learning experience

just going ahead, never get too attached to men who:

a. have just broken up with their partner

b. fawn over you and give you tooo much time, attention, energy for no reason

c. make promises that sound too good to be true

we cannot control how others will treat us but we can control ourselves. dont be swayed by flattery or niceties. enjoy it and have fun with it but dont take it too seriously??? if they actually mean any of it, youll find out and if they dont, youll find that out as well.

let yourself be admired and wanted and learn to separate that from being loved

you dont have to assume the worst of people but you can also be realistic ,, no matter what they throw your way be a little unshakeable and stable in yourself, so that you dont get too attached to receiving their time and attention

dont be desperate and i dont mean this to be harsh AT ALLLL, bc i honestly know what its like to feel that way but if you seem needy for someone you aren't "officially" with, they immediately start acting up bc men are like that :///

how not to be desperate = seeing yourself as a prize, he could be the king of france but you're you<333

Song JiA is my fav example of magnetic secure female energy. She's Bharani Sun so that does explain it

there are many videos explaining her allure and how we can all learn from her

i hope you feel better soon and forget all about that crusty ass man!!!! He clearly never deserved you

[fictive-culture]

Hi it’s the Pokémon fictive I’m back again hi hello

I just got hit with a huge wave of missing my home so excuse me while I talk.

My mom (the one who didn’t try to kill me, aka Amber) was/is a Wooloo/Dubwool specialist. We lived together for many years. She found me in Kalos, trapped inside a cave after who knows how many years. She took me home, helped me recovered, and I never left emotionally her side after that. Even when I was traveling the world p, the feeling of always having someone to come home to was very nice, and not like anything if ever felt in years. I was native to Kalos for the most part. Born there after being created, lived there for millennia outside of traveling and such. The kingdoms of Kalos were established, I had been in the atmosphere, sort of in a hibernating state. Unbeknownst to me, gravity had finally pulled me in. Crashing into the courtyard of the castle. The first one who found me was their princess. I can’t overstate our bond that we shared after that. It was like we were siblings, never taking a moment apart from each other. I seriously don’t even remember leaving Kalos during that time. She’d eventually even became Queen, we were together into her late ages. But of course, as all Kingdoms do, ours fell. I ended up retreating into the wilds, invisible to all. The Queen’s daughter had also been quite… not good for a lack of better word. I ended up feeling the need to leave the Queen’s side for the first time since we’d met all those years ago because of her. I don’t think I ever was the Queen again. I never even got to say a proper goodbye to her. I miss her. And for years I would never feel that kind of deep connection to anybody ever again. But Amber was different. She loved me. She didn’t care I was some weird god pretending to be a human child. She’d loved me all the same. As her own. I miss her so much. We have her in the system but we haven’t spoken in a while. I hope she’s doing okay. Anyways. We lived in Kalos together for awhile until she eventually got a place, a house lab with a large pasture, to work and live at in Galar. I moved with her, to her shocking surprise. I really don’t understand if she didn’t think i’d come with her. She was really just my mother. She had already been taking many Woolf specimens back in our home in Kalos, but now she could own all of them and have them live happily, grazing in the pasture fields. She did have a pet Wooloo even before she found me. Frills. WHO eventually did evolve into a Dubwool back in Galar.

Now to I don’t think anyone’s surprise, I was not emotionally stable, and I still am not. Frills helped me through many mental breakdowns and panic attacks. I think you can imagine having somebody searching every corner of the earth to hunt and kill you is not a pleasant thought. Frills, and my Sylveon, spots. I honestly cannot remember when I caught her. Though it was as an Eevee. I named her after her spotted and splotchy fur. They helped me more than i can express. Countless sleepless nights staring out the window in my room, cold air flowing in, trying my hardest not to just leave and burrow myself into the millions of layers of the earth to sleep forever.

I really don’t like the cold all that much. At least when I can’t manage it. Gotta tell you, being crucified on top of Mt. Lanakila in an attempt to be killed and end the world really fucks you up. Thanks, Lyra. /s

I still love Lyra. At least, in recent times. She came into the system awhile back, she was there when Amber went dormant for the first time. I didn’t know that dormancy could be temporary, so I’d really thought I’d lost my mother forever, for the second time. She helped me through it, helped me sleep. Helped me get through the days afterwards. We called a truce. Though it really wasn’t necessary on her part, as she ended coming from a world where she’d stopped trying to hunt me down after Mt. Lanakila.

It’s really a shame she had to do it on that mountain. I loved Alola, but after that I really couldn’t go back to that place. Atleast not on that island. Also, fuck Violet. Not the game. Lyra’s main assistant. I fucking hate her I hate her so much she’s the fucking worst I hate her so much. She was the worst. Worse than Lyra. So much worse. At least after a while in the timelines where Lyra kept trying to hunt me down she eventually stopped trying to taunt or tease me when she’d be about to try and kill or capture me again. But not Violet. She never stopped. I couldn’t do anything about it. I hated her so much and I still do. I don’t think i’d ever be able to forgive her.

I still want to go home. I want my body back I want my powers back I want my immortality back I want my mother again I want my Pokémon again I want my Spots I want my Frills I want my Sligoo. I want my paws I want my ears I want my fangs I want my fur. I had a necklace that reminded me of the one I had at home but I lost the pendant and i want it back. It made me feel happy. I want to see my sister again. Thorn, if you see this later, I want to talk to you more :( I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.

-🎀🐾 (sorry if this isn’t the emoji tag I used last time, I keep fluctuating between not using the paws and using them.)

Sorry this got so ventish. If you don’t want to post this that’s fine.

Hi! I'm really sorry it took so long for us to post this but we like to read everything before posting and it took us awhile to read this please don't feel bad about that and feel free to send in more stuff like this :) It's what the rambles are for sharing your story and feelings I do hope that you get to see your family again and speak to them more often and just in general I hope that life is kind to you :)

[multi-fan-dom-madness]

Sorry, it took me a bit to get this request to you, and Tumblr is being Tumblr 😅.

Hello, love! For the first kiss ask:

How about Tal with an accidental first kiss ooooor taller gently grasping the shorter's chin. (The chin grasp kills me 😫).

Feel free to use one or both or switch it up! 🥰🥰

hiiii friend! I'm so sorry this took so long for me to get to; between realizing that my OC Tal is in fact aro/ace and does not feel like they'd fit the prompt, and just general life things, and also the muse being a fickle beast, things have been A Lot! but I'm finally happy with how this turned out, and I really enjoyed the chance to explore the softer side of another OC: Commander Creed! <3

Broken Rules

Summary: Creed decides the best path forward is to just be honest about his feelings.

Warnings: this is mostly just fluff but blog is still 18+; gn!reader

Word Count: 887

Creed has always been a man of action, of direct words, of clear intentions. He says what he means, and means what he says—even when everyone around him would rather waffle and oscillate and obfuscate. Even as a cadet, participating in the training simulations with the other young clones destined to become commanders, he earned a reputation for being rough, abrasive, blunt.

His Jedi commander calls him grumpy. He calls them naive. Without fail, they laugh with a mischievous smile—and that always gets you going, a tiny grin threatening to break over your face. 

As a nat-born handler assigned to his battalion, you’re one of very few personnel aboard the Messenger that Creed doesn’t fully understand how to act with. His Jedi colleagues at least make sense; they’re part of the war effort to minimize loss of life and to protect the Republic, same as he and his men are. His brothers, of course, he has no problem connecting with. Most of the other nat-born contractors stay out of his way, which is more than fine with him. 

But you? You baffle Creed, and the only thing more confusing to him is the way you make him feel. 

If he’s being blunt with himself, he knows it’s a crush. It’s the only thing these feelings can be—the anticipatory tightening in his chest when he hears your voice around the corner, the fluttering in his chest whenever you smile in his direction, the maddening urge to tilt your head up so you meet his gaze straight on. If he’s being honest, he knows that the way you act around him, shuffling your feet and glancing away from his gaze, probably means his feelings aren’t one-sided. But these are things the Kaminoans never trained the clones for, and instead of facing the situation head-on like he does everything else, Creed waffles. 

And he’s so karking tired of it. 

So he’s not entirely certain what he’s doing outside your personal quarters, but he’s knocking on the durasteel door before he can talk himself out of this. It’s late—at least, his body tells him it’s late; there’s no way to know for certain when they’re in hyperspace—but despite the hour, it’s only a moment before your door slides open. 

“C-Commander!” You immediately stand straighter, smoothing out your sleep clothes. “What can I help you with, sir?” 

Your name falls from his lips before he can process it. Your first name, not your title, or your last name, but a name that feels so unfamiliar and yet sounds so right coming from him. “I’m not here on business.” 

“Oh.” You blink at him. “Well, still. Is there something you needed?” 

“I—” Creed sighs, drawing a hand over his face. “May I come in? I’d like to speak with you.” 

He catches the momentary flare of panic that crosses your features, but you step aside regardless. The door slides shut behind him. Your quarters are sparsely furnished; it makes his heart feel funny, that you haven’t made this space your own yet, despite being attached to the 387th for months now. 

“No decorations?” he asks. 

“Um.” You sound taken aback. “It’s...against GAR regulations to—”

“Right,” he says, waving his hand. Maker, could he be any worse at this? “My ARCs would tell you regulations are in place to be broken.” 

“Are you...giving me permission to break the rules, Commander?”

“Creed.”

“What?” 

“Call me Creed,” he says, finally lifting his gaze to yours. “Please.” 

His eyes flicker down to your lips as they part in surprise. Stars, you really are a sight, and he wonders why he hasn’t taken the time to fully appreciate the view until now. Heart pounding in his chest, he wipes his palms on the fabric of his blacks. 

“The answer is ‘yes’,” he says. When your brow furrows in confusion, he continues, “About breaking regulations. Because I’m about to break several.” 

“What’s going on?” 

Idly scratching at his ear, a nervous habit he picked up as a cadet, Creed sighs. “I like you.” 

He winces internally at the brusque timbre of his words, but understanding dawns over your face like the sun’s first rays. Swallowing harshly, Creed forces himself to stop fidgeting.

“May as well throw out all the handbooks,” you say after a moment. “Can I break a few more?”

“Please.” 

You close the distance until you’re in his personal space. Peering up at him from beneath your eyelashes, you reach with tentative hands to brush your fingertips over the swell of his cheeks. Creed nearly leans into your touch. Instead, he does what he’s been wanting to for weeks, and he tucks one finger under your chin to tilt your head up as he leans down. 

Your lips are soft and warm against his own. He exhales a shaky breath as your hands slide around his neck, anchoring him to you; this is so far beyond uncharted territory that Creed can’t help but simply marvel at the rhythm you set. Mouths moving slow and in sync, you tilt his head, deepening the kiss. 

When you pull back, he finds you already gazing when he opens his eyes.

“Never woulda thought our big scary commander would break so many rules,” you say with a soft, teasing smile. 

Creed hums. “I won’t tell if you won’t.” 

“Deal.”

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[twtd11]

Tumblr, it is time. It is time for me to tell you about this year’s lesbian hallmark-esque movie from Tello Films. To wit:

A Holiday “I Do”

Much like Christmas at the Ranch, which I talked about last year, this movie is, well, more charming than good. Also like Christmas at the Ranch, it takes place at a horse ranch. Or farm? Or stables? It’s never quite clear except that they make some money from giving riding lessons.

Somehow, as has been pointed out to me, the marketing for this film completely ignores the whole horse aspect of the movie. Maybe because they didn’t want the audience to think it was Christmas at the Ranch 2.0? Which is fair considering that is, in fact, basically what it is. Maybe Tello Films has a hook up with some horse people?

Anyway, we have our lead, Jane. Here’s the sich with Jane: Jane had big career aspirations but she met a boy, thought she fell in love, had a baby, then divorced the boy because she realized she was gay. She and the daughter moved in with mom when Jane’s dad died. I can’t remember the daughter’s name and IMDb isn’t helping me out here, so I’m just going to call her the kid.

The kid likes to say droll, sophisticated, self-aware things that sound exactly like what you expect a kid to sound like in a movie about lesbians made by queer people, but which have no relation to how kids actually talk. Yes, kids can be droll and sophisticated and self-aware, but this kid’s voice was 100% constructed by an adult who maybe hasn’t spent a lot of time around kids. I mean, I haven’t spent a lot of time around kids that age either, but I’m pretty sure they don’t sound like this kid. But still, the kid is funny most of the time, so it kinda works.

Back to the plot:

So Jane is alone and lonely and there’s an obligatory speed dating scene where we meet a bunch of stereotypical lesbians which wants to be funnier than it actually is. She goes home and laments her singlehood. But she can’t lament for too long because Jane’s ex-husband and his new fiancée are about to arrive in town. They’re in town to get married and Jane is in charge of the bachelor party. You see, the ex husband is also Jane’s best friend.

Here’s a question (which is never answered): if the ex-husband’s only connection to this small town is that his ex-wife lives there, why did he choose to have his wedding there? We never get an answer for that question.

After all of that set up, I finally get to introduce the love interest. Her name is Sue, and she’s the lovely couple’s wedding planner!

To facilitate shenanigans, the lovely couple goes off to the airport to pick up the fiancée’s parents and they get stuck there overnight because of the snow. This means that the bride isn’t there to taste the catering and do other things the bride should do before the big day (personally, I’d think you’d want to taste the cake and the catering more than a day before your wedding, but I’ve never gotten married so what do I know?) Jane, who is instantly enamored of Sue, happily fills in as the bride to taste various foods. They get side tracked with sledding and a mid day yoga break (who stops in the middle of their work project and is like, yes, I’ll go to a random yoga class now?).

There are several quirky side characters that play various parts in the plot. Some of them come off better than others. The evil banker who isn’t really evil because we’re undermining that trope, was particularly a stand out for me. She knew her job and she was totally in.

I’ll leave the conflict/climax/resolution to you, dear reader, should you feel the need to spend $7 to rent it. I feel like it was worth my money.

And in another parallel with Christmas at the Ranch, I spent most of the movie wanting the leads to kiss and then when they actually got to this kiss, damn it was awkward.

[akocomyk]

The Risk

2023’s Most Memorable Moment

Where do I even begin?

Haha. 😅 There’s one last love story—one last heart—that I need to talk about. It may not have been the longest situationship from last year, but it was the most genuine. And if I had to choose from the long list of people I’ve met and dated, I’d always choose him.

Cup of Joe is one band that I discovered and got so addicted to after I broke up with my ex. The song I chose for this moment is my favorite from them, and I thought that it was a song I could dedicate to my ex, but somehow, I always felt that it wasn’t meant for him.

And I was right. It was meant for me and my babe.

Charles... Babe?

Can you tell me how do I move on from loving someone who has done nothing but love me in the way that I deserve to be loved? You’re the one who has a long list of ex-lovers, maybe you know.

Remember what I said back in December 26? That in my dating life for 2023, you were the cherry on top. It’s not because you’re the one who ended that phase, but because you were the one that hurt the most. I didn’t include your name in the roll call for that memory because I didn’t meet you in Bumble.

I’ve been telling you this before… I’m still in question of what made you decide to transition from us being just casual online friends to potential lovers.

I’ll never forget how we first met in a Zoom call, and then we connected in Twitter. You were my “happy crush” then, which was why I always replied to you whenever you messaged me. Months later, in October 20, you asked for my Instagram account and began pursuing me.

One of the first things you ever told me was that you were not out to your friends or family, and that you value your privacy. This wasn’t a problem for me. Then came a time when you shared to me how much you cried when you watched Heartstopper and Gaya Sa Pelikula because, unlike the characters in these shows, you still haven’t found the courage to come out to the people you love. So I told you, “Everyone has their right time for that.”

After talking consistently for several days, you began telling me repeatedly that you like me, and I held back myself from saying the same to you because I was trying to guard my heart and I didn’t want to give you the idea that I was easy to get. Honestly though, I’d be lying if I say that I didn’t have the same feelings for you.

Of all the guys I dated, you were the only one who wanted to ask permission from my family first before courting me. You knew your place as well, you respected my individuality, and you didn’t ask me to stop seeing other guys—at least, at first 😉.

I really enjoyed talking with you, and I mean all versions of you. The Swiftie. The deep talker. The ranter. The ML player. The “Did you know…” guy. The avid listener. Even the maker of bad “Tito jokes”. Talking to you gives me so much comfort because I know that no matter how savagely honest I can be with what I think or feel, you would never invalidate me. It just shows how modest, kind, and respectful you are.

But you know what’s my favorite version of you? It’s the one who drunk texts me. 😜 Other than the fact that I find it so funny when you chat me while you’re tipsy, I enjoy hearing you speak without your inhibitions. It feels like I’m seeing your heart without the usual barricade of your logical mind. You were drunk when you begged me to stop seeing other guys. And that’s also when you first sent me a voice record of you saying, “I love you.”

I didn’t want to immediately say it back because, at that point, you still haven’t given that much effort for me. But to tell you the truth, it took me a hard time to stop myself from doing so. I needed to use my head now, you know, after being in a relationship where I was the only one exerting the maximum effort to build it.

You said sorry every time you drunk texted me, and told me to don’t mind the things you said. You say sorry quite a lot, actually. When you over slept. When you forgot to say good night. When you took too long to reply. When you think you’ve offended me even when I wasn’t offended at all. And you’re so cute when you ask me, “Galit ka ba? 🥺”

I’ve never been angry at you. That’s one thing that you never got me to do. But you got me to do other stuff, though.

You got me to play Mobile Legends. No one has ever made me do that. Don’t ever think that I didn’t enjoy playing the game.

You made me eat breakfast—and I’m sorry I still miss it often.

You got me through my dilemma with my past work. That’s why you were the first person to know that I’ve passed the application process in QBE, and that I’ve already accepted their offer.

And… there’s many more.

December 15 was one of my most favorite days this year. Obviously because it was the first time we met in person, and you insisted that you’d go visit me here in Cavite City. I love that the first thing you wanted to do when you got here was to visit my mother’s grave, so I took you to her. And I really didn’t have an itinerary for that day, my idea was just to walk you around my hometown—which we did, and I told you stories about my life as we visited various places. You even met Trish who is one of my best friends.

In the afternoon, we went to the cinemas to watch Wonka, which apparently no one wanted to watch that day aside from us and two other folks. It was there when you asked permission if you could hold my hand—of course, I said yes. Then you also asked permission if you could kiss me, and I said, “Of course!” I mean, you already kissed me twice by then, and you said I tasted like sour cream and cheese, thanks to Potato Corner.

I didn’t remember much about how the film Wonka went, but I will never forget how I felt at home when I was with you.

You brought me back to my house that night, and we were so bummed that we missed our city’s annual “Navidad” parade. We were also bummed that we didn’t kiss each other goodbye despite wanting to.

Come the Christmas holidays, I knew something was rather off with you, and I took it as maybe it’s just because you missed your family in the province so much, knowing that you haven’t spent Christmas with them for years and you’re just spending it now with your friends.

Then on the morning after Christmas, you told me your father called you the night before, and that he was disappointed at you. And you told me you’d come here to Cavite to discuss everything personally.

I was in complete unrest the entire day as I waited for you, and when you finally arrived at our gate that night… I knew some shit’s gonna get real.

We walked, your arm over my shoulders, and you told me what happened.

You came out to your parents—told them over chat—in the first week of December. Your mom replied first, but your dad only replied on Christmas day when he called you. You also told them that you were seeing a guy—me. They weren’t mad at you, they didn’t scold you, but you knew they were disappointed.

I hugged you, even when you didn’t want to ‘coz you just wanted us to keep walking.

And then… you could no longer put words to your thoughts. You just kept saying, “Sorry,” every second. So I said, “I know what you’re trying to tell me without you having to say it out loud.”

It was so hard for me to walk then because I felt like my legs had turned to jelly. I wanted to just lie down and cry on the rain sodden asphalt.

You said you took the risk… because I was the risk w🫀rth taking. You said, “Gusto mo bang itago rin kita? ‘Di mo deserve ‘yun.”

You said, “Sorry I’m not strong enough to go against my parents. Sorry I’m not as strong as you.”

We sat on the pavement in front of our house. We talked more. You said sorry many more times, I told you I wanted to fight for you.

You said, “I love you.” I looked at you and said, “I love you too.” I never thought hearing and saying those words could feel so bittersweet. There were millions of butterflies in my stomach, but they evaporated the minute they spread their wings.

A lot more happened that night. Like how we planned to get drunk, but my homophobic father kicked us out, so I just sent you home. I cried to my sister and told her everything. When we’re both in bed in our own rooms, we couldn’t sleep so we just went on a call until we slept and woke up the next morning.

Shit.

You know, my mother taught me me to fight and never give up for the ones I love. When she was dying, she was still fighting up until her very last breath—maybe even beyond. The doctors told us that they did everything they can to revive her because they could feel that she still wanted to live, but her body just couldn’t make it. The last word she said to me before she was taken to the ICU was, “Hindi ko kayo iiwan.”

I am my mother’s son, and I am like her in many ways. I don’t just look like her, I also love like her. And if I can, even when it’s against all odds, I would still fight for the people I love ‘til there’s only one last glimmer of hope.

But yeah. You needed to be firm with your decision, otherwise coming to me that night would’ve been for nothing, according to you.

It takes great courage to come out. You don’t know how much I wish you’re brave enough to stand firm as well with who you are. You’ve taken a risk, partly because of me, and it’s sad that despite you taking that risk, I only ended up becoming the sacrificial lamb.

My friend said I deserve someone better than you because I don’t deserve to experience what you did.

Forgive me if the skeptical and overthinking part of me tries to paint an unpleasant picture of you—chains of what-if’s that map out a reason to make sense of it all. Like… What if you made it up? You know… just to give me a good story that’ll force us to end our relationship before it even started. What if you did it just to get rid of me, for whatever reason reason that maybe? Maybe you got turned off by my complicated family? My blunt honesty? Or maybe you actually found someone else? Maybe… you found out I was worth more than what you initially wanted me to be, so you got scared that I might end up like your many exes and you wouldn’t want that, so you decided to stop pursuing me before we fall deeper into our feelings.

But we’ve already fallen.

Babe, you are the most memorable moment of my 2023, and I’m grateful for that. Thank you for giving me the best and worst days of the year.

Like we said, maybe in a parallel universe, there’s a version of you who’s brave enough to stay with me. And in this universe of ours, maybe we’re only destined to have a sad, beautiful, tragic love affair.

Regardless, if in this lifetime, you finally find the courage to love freely, come back to me and reclaim the heart that was once yours.

I love you, boss, popcorn, hooman, babe.

I LOVE YOU, CHARLES. Always.

[lovesosweeet]

better left unsaid // cth

chapter forty five

in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn’t know.

calum hood x fem!oc

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november 23, 2016 madrid, spain orion

Ever since I found out I’d for sure be studying in Madrid, Emelia coming to visit has been something I’ve been looking forward to. She got in over the weekend and we’ve been spending the days visiting all my favorite places as soon as I get out of class. Thankfully they’re almost all in the morning, so we have most of the day to do things together.

We’ve spent the nights at each of my favorite clubs and went to tour the Real Madrid arena yesterday. Today we took it easy and just went to El Palacio Royal after got out of class at 2:00, and we’re finally taking her to the ever-mysterious Space Monkey tonight. 

We’re back at the apartment now, eating falafel sandwiches and drinking shitty beer while we sing 5SOS songs with all my flatmates. Emelia fits in so well with my friends here, and it makes me wish she’d done the same program with me so we could’ve experienced the whole thing together.

I’m so happy to have my favorite person in my favorite city. 

Well, I suppose Emelia and Calum are now tied for the favorite person title. 

Calum is planning on coming back to Madrid a final time for the week after my finals, and then we’ll fly back to California together, but he’ll be going home to Australia afterward for the holidays. I somewhat wish they’d both come at the same time, but it is nice to give both of them a week of my full attention.

They also haven’t met yet, so maybe planning that they both spend a week together for their first time meeting would have been a not-so-good idea.

Emelia coming was also good for me because she left a lot of space in her suitcase so she can take home some of the mountain of clothes I’ve bought while being here. She just brought a few basics — jeans, plain shirts, shoes — with the intention of borrowing some of my clothes to make more complete outfits. She’s lucky we’re a similar size, and I’m lucky that I don’t have to pay for another suitcase on the ride home. 

My phone is the one connected to the speaker when it starts to ring. I check the time and realize it’s the usual time that Calum calls me on Facetime, but I’m in the bathroom, in the middle of curling my hair, while everyone else is in the living room.

“It’s Calum!” Emelia singsongs.

“One of you guys can answer it! I’m almost done!” I yell back.

I hear the ringing get cut off, and then I hear everyone else say “hola” in sync.

“Oh wow, uh, hi everyone,” Calum says. My phone is connected to the speaker still, so I can hear him clearly. 

“I’m excited! I finally get to see proof that you’re real!” Emelia says.

I roll my eyes. She’s seen all the pictures of us together and has seen that he follows me on Instagram. She’s overheard me take a call from him every other day this week, but usually I step out into somewhere private so I can talk to him.

“I could say the same to you, Emelia,” Cal replies. “If that’s even your real name.”

I smile at their interaction. I knew they’d get along. 

“Hey, Cal,” Paula says. “You excited to be here in a few weeks?”

“I’m excited to see Orion and Madrid again, but you guys, eh, not so much.”

“Hey, fuck you, Calum!” Ilse says. I imagine she’s flipping him off. “Good thing I’m leaving the day you get here.”

“I’m just kidding! I love you guys,” Calum says to make amends with his teasing. 

“Not as much as you love Orion!” Marta singsongs, and it makes me almost burn my face with my curling iron.

Calum clears his throat. 

We haven’t said it. We haven’t said the “L word” to each other, but God knows I do love him. I love him a scary amount, considering I really haven’t spent that much time with him. It’s been a month or two worth of weekends and then the five or so days he spent here last month, coupled with lots of time on Facetime and as much texting as the two of us can manage considering the time differences and our busy schedules. 

I love him, and I want to think he feels the same, but I’ve been to terrified to say it. It’s been a long time since I felt like I was in love, but it’s not a feeling I can mistake for anything else. I do hope that we’re on the same page, but Marta forcing it out of him is definitely not the way I’d like to hear about it. 

I try to just focus on curling my hair.

“What are you guys up to today?” Calum says to redirect the conversation.

“Orion had class like a loser, and then we went to the palace. We’re going to Space Monkey tonight!” Emelia explains.

“Fuck you, Em!” I yell, and everyone laughs. 

“Damn, hitting all the good stuff. I’m jealous,” Cal says. 

“Hey, you’ve already done all this. I’m jealous of you,” Emelia argues.

Finally, I’m done with my hair. I unplug the curling iron and head out to the living room. I find everyone huddled around my phone, still chatting with my boyfriend on Facetime. 

“Can I have my phone please?” I ask, popping my head into the frame to see Calum and I smile. He’s wearing the beanie that I gave him when he was here last. He’d worn one when he arrived but he lost it somewhere, and I gave him the one I had but hadn’t needed to wear yet. It’s a blue and yellow UCLA bruins beanie with a pompom on top. 

“There she is!” Cal says, his smile growing even bigger when he sees me.

“Hi,” I reply with a smile that’s roughly just as massive as his.

“Ugh, I knew you guys were cute but I didn’t think it was this bad,” Emelia groans. 

I roll my eyes, reaching out to grab my phone. “Let me disconnect from the speaker and I’ll go to my room.”

I turn off my phone’s bluetooth while I start walking away from everyone, all of whom are yelling their goodbyes to Calum. Cal just smiles at his phone while I walk.

“Your hair looks pretty, babe,” he says.

My cheeks heat up and I smile slightly. “Thank you.” 

“Hey, no letting guys startle you and spilling drinks on them tonight, yeah?”

I groan. “Cal, you’re literally the only person who’d do that.”

He giggles. “Yeah, I mean a much more normal approach would’ve been to say something like ‘excuse me’ before touching someone.”

“And even if someone does, I’ll karate chop them in the nuts and say I have a hot boyfriend only a 12 hour long flight away.”

That sends him into a fit of laughter, complete with snorts. “Orion, you and I both know you wouldn’t karate chop anyone.”

I sigh. He’s right. “Well, I’ll still tell them I have a hot boyfriend.”

“Your boyfriend isn’t as hot as my girlfriend.”

“I disagree,” I tell him, and I do. I’ve always felt like Calum was out of my league.

“We can agree to disagree, but I’m right.”

“But then we’re not really agreeing to disagree!”

We both laugh at each other. We’re both stubborn, and the argument will go in circles forever if we let it. 

“We don’t have to talk much, I know you’ve got Em there and everything,” he says. 

“Well, I at least want to hear about how your day is going,” I tell him. He’s heard about mine and Emelia’s, but he hasn’t said anything about his.

“My day is fine, just normal stuff. Hung out with Roy earlier, and hitting the gym after we hang up. I’ll probably go to the grocery store later.”

I sigh. “Oh, to be a rockstar with no obligations.”

“Hey! You know I worked hard to get to this point.”

I giggle. “I know, I know. I’m just teasing. Are you gonna start any writing sessions with the boys anytime soon? You haven’t really mentioned work since the end of the tour.”

He seems to perk up at my mention of his work. I know he loves his job, but now that they’re done with the tour, he hasn’t talked much about his bandmates or music. “Oh, so we’re all taking a break from each other for the time being, but we want to start writing again when the holidays are over and we’re all back in LA.”

I nod. They did just spend a ton of time together in very close quarters, so it makes sense that they may need a break. “That makes sense. You guys don’t hang out much when you’re on hiatus? I know you see Ash quite a bit still.”

“Oh, yeah, we haven’t much this month since Mike’s in Georgia with Crystal’s family for the holiday and Luke went straight home to Oz at the end of the tour. Y’know, since the breakup.” 

“Is it… final this time?” I ask. His on and off girlfriend of some extended period of time had cheated on him the last I heard, but I don’t know how “on” they really were at that time, so the lines of cheating may have been blurred for them. 

Calum nods his head quickly. “Yeah, that’s not happening anymore. He blocked her everywhere. Or, I guess, I blocked her everywhere at his request. He couldn’t do it.” 

“Shit. Why didn’t you tell me that?” I ask. 

I feel like I update him on everything in my life in detail, whereas he doesn’t share nearly as much about his friends and the happenings in their lives. I catch pieces of it here and there, like what he and Roy, who’s his roommate, are doing. He and Ashton see a show together at this shitty dive bar they both love at least once a week, but I haven’t heard about Luke, Michael, Crystal, or really that much about Ashton aside from that they hang out. 

Cal sighs. “I guess I’m just used to being a pretty private person. I also wasn’t really sure if you’d like to hear the gorey details of everyone’s business, including mine. I know it can be a lot sometimes…”

“Cal, they’re all important to you. Of course I’d like to know anything that you find important. You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to share, but I love learning about the people in your life.”

He smiles and then starts shaking his head while he laughs. “You’re always so good at saying the right thing.”

“I don’t know if I’d say that,” I counter.

“You do! It’s one of the things I love most about you.”

I freeze. Did he just say that? 

He quickly realizes what he’s said and then we’re both staring at each other with wide eyes in complete silence. I know I love him. I’m fairly certain he loves me, and, well, he jut said that. He loves things about me, so that means he loves me, right?

“Fuck,” he whispers.

Well, that’s not what I wanted to hear.

“Wait, no, not fuck! I don’t mean it like that! I’ve been meaning to tell you, but then I was talking to Ash about it and we decided I should wait and tell you in person, so I was going to tell you in a few weeks when I see you. I wanted to tell you over dinner or something nice, but I was probably gonna blurt it out as soon as I saw you, to be honest, but I definitely didn’t want to just let it slip over Facetime, and that’s why I said fuck.”

He’s partially talking to himself and partially talking to me. His cheeks are bright red with a blush and he’s just rambling on. It’s cute, and perfectly fits us and our story, so I just smile. 

“That was a whole lot of words to still not say it, Cal.”

If it’s possible, his eyes go even wider. “Fuck, you’re right,” he says and laughs. “Sorry, I keep making this worse.”

I raise my eyebrows, signalling that he still needs to say it. 

“Orion, I love you.”

It feels like my heart flies out of my chest. My smile feels like it takes up my entire face. 

“I love you too, Cal.”

We both smile at our phones like idiots as the words sink in for both of us.

“Damn, I wish you were already here. This kinda sucks when you’re so far away.”

Calum sighs. “I know, I’m sorry. I wanted to wait.”

I shake my head. “No, I mean… I’ve been holding it in for a while. Nice to not worry about saying it anymore.”

He grins at me. “When did you realize?”

“When you showed up and made me realize you actually liked me.”

“That’s all it took?” He asks.

“I was in denial about everything before that! I don’t know. I was dumb about it all.” 

“Fair,” he says through giggles. “But you weren’t dumb. I should’ve been more explicit about things.”

I shrug. “Worked out okay for us.”

“I agree.”

“When did you know?” I ask. 

“Stockholm.”

Holy shit. I’d seen him in Madrid, London, Rome, Amsterdam, Stockholm, and Copenhagen. He loved me after only knowing me for a month? I thought that I had been sitting on my feelings for a long time, but in reality, Calum has. 

“Calum!”

“What?”

“How did you hold that in for so long? I’ve been holding back for like, a month, but you’ve been holding that in since July?!” 

He shrugs. “I wanted the moment to be perfect, and I wanted to be sure you’d say it back.”

Calum and I keep talking for a bit longer, with him filling me in more on Luke’s breakup and what’s going on with the rest of the people in his life. He tells me to have a good night out and, despite my protests, sends me some money on Venmo to cover our night at Space Monkey. We’re both all bashful and giddy when we say ‘I love you’ again, and when I hang up, I run back to the living room.

“Guys!” I yell, still unable to stop smiling. 

They all turn to me, eyebrows raised, silently asking me to explain.

“He said he loves me!”

That’s all it takes for everyone to become a squealing mess, all jumping up to hug me and screaming mixes of ‘told you so’ and ‘oh my god’ and ‘you guys are so cute.’ 

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a/n: guys we're in the home stretch. thank you for sticking with me through this journey!! :')

[notoriousbeb]

I don’t know about you, but my dash is…less than fun right now. SO I decided to do some lyrical analysis, which always distracts me and cheers me up.

Specifically, I noticed Folklore and Evermore have some very strong themes…

Fantasizing About a Path Not Taken / Pining

“As if you were a mythical thing/Like a trophy or a champion ring/And there was one prize I’d cheat to win/The more that you say/The less I know/Wherever you stray, I follow/I’m begging for you to take my hand/Wreck my plans/That’s my man” - Willow

“What must it be like to grow up that beautiful/With you hair falling into place like dominoes/My mind turns your life into folklore” - Gold Rush

“Eyes like sinking ships on waters so inviting I almost jump in” - Gold Rush

“I see me padding across your wooden floors/With my Eagles t-shirt hanging from your door/at dinner parties I call you out on your contrarian shit/And the coastal town we wandered around had never seen a love as pure as it” - Gold Rush

“The old widow goes to the stone every day/But I don’t, I just sit here and wait/Grieving for the living” - Ivy

“Write this down/I’m staying at my parents’ house/And the road not taken looks real good now/And it always leads to you and my hometown” - ‘Tis the Damn Season

And a subset of the same theme: Dreaming about Someone She Thinks She Shouldn’t

“I can’t dare to dream about you anymore” - Gold Rush

“Head on the pillow, I could feel you sneaking in” - Willow

“I can’t stop you putting roots in my dreamland” - Ivy

Personally, I think all this longing and wondering coincided with one of Taylor and Joe’s “rough patches.”

Then, we get Midnights. These feelings haven’t disappeared, and now they’re being channeled into autobiographical reliving of sleepless nights.

Three of these, I believe, are about the same person: Harold.

Many people, myself included, believe Maroon strongly points to him, based on their shoeless karaoke session in a red-toned room in NYC, the hickey he put on her collarbone that a bunch of people saw, her iconic red lipstick, Harry’s god daughter being named Ruby (this one might just be me, but I stand by it), and the fact that a person left behind on an island is called a maroon.

But I haven’t seen anyone making what I call “the rosé connection” to The 1.

Maroon: “Your roommate’s cheap-ass screw-top rosé, that’s how”

The 1: “Rosé flowing with your chosen family”

You know who had roommates like chosen family? Harry.

Also, I have some observations about why Snow on the Beach could be about him, which I haven’t seen before:

“One night a few moons ago, I saw flecks of what could have been lights/But it might just have been you/Passing by unbeknownst to me” - He used to drive by her house in LA at night

“This scene feels like what I once saw on a screen/I searched ‘aurora borealis green’/I’ve never seen someone lit from within” - Reference to green eyes

All that to say, it appears to me that girl spent at least some of 2020 in a heavy state of confusion/longing (that she channeled into some really great fictional settings) and then went on to just lay it all out there in Midnights.

[apureniallsource]

Ahead of new album, The Show, Niall Horan on how he 'lives' for touring, his desire to connect with fans through his songs, and the challenge of going out for chips in his Irish hometown

It’s almost a cliché to call Niall Horan a “super-nice guy”, but really, there’s no getting away from it. He may have named his new album The Show, but Horan feels no need to put one on for a journalist. In fact, the Irish singer-songwriter is so laid-back and likeable when we meet at a smart London hotel – fresh flowers everywhere, bottled water waiting on the table – that I ask how he’s stayed so well-adjusted. “It’s probably a combination of the upbringing I had and the fact I already had enough character at 16 [to deal with it],” he says. “It might have been a different story if I’d started doing this when I was 10.”

Now 29, he has been scarily famous for almost half his life. After auditioning for The X Factor in 2010 as a solo artist, 16-year-old Horan was eliminated at the boot camp stage, then given a spectacular second chance as one fifth of a hastily assembled group called One Direction. He and his new bandmates – Zayn Malik, Liam Payne, Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson – didn’t win that year’s show, but still used it as a springboard to become a chart-topping global phenomenon. By the time One Direction announced an indefinite hiatus in January 2016, they had sold 70 million records and debuted at number one in the US with their first four albums – something not even The Beatles achieved. When asked what he would say to his pre-1D, 16-year-old self, Horan replies: “Get ready. Your life’s about to change on a level that most of the world can’t even quantify.”

Horan says he still speaks to “the lads” on a regular basis, but like all of them, he has worked hard to carve out an identity as a solo artist. If Horan’s individual achievements still feel slightly underrated, that’s probably only because his flashier bandmate Styles is now a stadium-filling superstar. Released in 2017, Horan’s debut album Flicker was a deft blend of soft rock, folk and country that debuted at number one in the US and Ireland. His 2020 follow-up Heartbreak Weather added a dash of swagger to the mix – particularly on the Brit-poppy single ‘Nice to Meet Ya’ – and became his first UK chart-topper. Because it dropped in March 2020, just as Covid-19 was taking hold, Horan never got to take the album on the road. “I haven’t toured since 2018 – that’s wild,” he says. “I love live music and I love touring – I live for it. So, it’s sad that I haven’t done that.”

Happily, a few weeks after this interview, Horan announced The Show: Live on Tour, a 50-date trek across Europe, North America, Australia and New Zealand that will keep him busy from February to July of next year. When Horan last toured five years ago, he mainly played large theatres, but now he is aiming to pack out arenas from Birmingham to Brisbane. During our conversation, he hinted that he was ready for the step up. “In my eyes, the bigger the venue, the better, because I fucking love looking out at an ocean of people,” he says. “For me, it feels like the bigger the venue, the better the show is gonna be.”

Horan also makes no bones about wanting The Show to become another UK number one after it drops on 9 June. “There’s nothing better than getting that little statue sent to your house,” he says with an impish grin. At the time of writing, he seems well on course for another express delivery from the Official Charts Company. The album’s breezy lead single ‘Heaven’ cracked the UK Top 20 in February, and its sprightly follow-up ‘Meltdown’ is now climbing the charts. A few hours before this interview, I watch him perform both songs in the Radio 1 Live Lounge. Horan is just as relaxed with his band during rehearsals, but when he spots that his vocals are getting buried in the mix, he quickly and calmly gets it corrected.

Horan began working on ‘The Show’ while holed up at home during the summer of 2020. The album title had come to him earlier in the year, but he “didn’t really know what it meant until the pandemic”. When he sat down at the piano that August, the lyrics that came out seemed to capture the confusion of the Covid era: “If everything was easy, nothing ever broke / If everything was simple, how would we know? / How to fix your tears? How to fake a show?” At this point, Horan says he realised ‘The Show’ was both “a metaphor for life” and an overarching concept he could run with. “When there’s no heartbreak [to write about], you have to come up with a different concept,” he says. “I realised quite quickly that what I wanted to talk about was the ups and downs and good and bad of life. That’s ‘The Show’.”

Having “no heartbreak” is about as much as Horan will say about his personal life. “Keeping that stuff quiet”, he believes, is one reason he remains so grounded. Since 2020, he has been dating Amelia Woolley, a designer shoe buyer who never appears on his work-focused Instagram. But when we discuss ‘You Could Start a Cult’, an idiosyncratic folk ballad from the album, Horan does offer a teasing glimpse into their home life. He says the song’s eye-catching title was inspired by the true-crime series they like watching. “I always try and write weird stuff like that, then see if I can flip it on its head and make the song [itself] not as dark as the title,” he says. In this case, Horan flipped it into a “love song, effectively”, albeit an intense one. “It’s about… not the desperation feeling, but the ‘I think you’re the best fucking thing in the world’ feeling,” he explains. “And if you started a cult, I’d follow you into the fire. You know, that kind of angst, though I don’t know if ‘angst’ is the word I’m looking for!”

Horan spends a lot of time in LA because his record label and producers are based there. His main collaborators on The Show were Joel Little, who he brought in because he liked his work with Taylor Swift, indie artist Noah Kahan, and long-time co-writer John Ryan, a veteran of four One Direction albums. “I think it’s really important first of all to be loyal,” he says of his enduring partnership with Ryan. “And you know, if it’s not broke, don’t fix it.” Still, working with Little felt just as comfortable, partly because they could pick things up at a moment’s notice. “If I get the green light at the top of my street [in LA], I can be at Joel’s house in less than a minute,” Horan says. “It’s a fucking dream!”

But during the pandemic, Horan was grounded at his main base in southwest London. “I’ve never been fitter in my life because I was cycling 80 or 90 miles around Richmond Park every week – it’s gorgeous out there,” he recalls. Like many of us, Horan has conflicting feelings about the way Covid placed our lives on hold. “I don’t want to say I enjoyed it because I didn’t – it was such a horrible time,” he says. “But I got to a point about two or three months in, where I was like: ‘This is the longest I’ve ever had off.’ He particularly appreciated having to stay in one place for a sustained period of time. “Normally, I’m packing a suitcase every three or four days,” he says. “At Heathrow Airport, the guards at the [security] desk just laugh when they see me coming. They’re like, ‘How do you do this?’”

Having lived in London since he was 16, Horan says “it’s definitely the best city on the planet”. But at the same time, he still regards Mullingar, the Irish market town where he was born and raised, as home. His debut solo single ‘This Town’, a UK top 10 hit in 2016, was incredibly charming because it harnessed his ineffable longing for the place. Horan reckons he returns to Mullingar “seven or eight times a year”, although walking down the high street is pretty tricky. “I can’t just pull up outside the chip shop, run in and get the chips, then run back to the car,” he says. “Everything has to be thought through. Like, where am I going to park? How many streets am I going to have to cross? What am I going to wear?” Horan says all this with no hint of frustration: by now, he knows what is expected of a homecoming hero.

Horan knew he wanted to be a musician from a young age and says he “tried to make this as clear as possible” to his parents. They were “supportive up to a point”, but because the family didn’t have much money and Mullingar wasn’t a creative hub like Dublin, his mother urged him to “get some sort of qualification”. “I still don’t have any,” Horan says with a laugh, “I didn’t do GCSEs or anything like that because I didn’t finish school.” At 16, Horan made the 50-mile journey to Dublin to audition for The X Factor and grabbed hold of the One Direction rocket with both hands.

Did his parents come up with any ideas for a Plan B? “We didn’t get that far. Honestly, I just packed my bag and never came back – that’s the way they look at it,” says Horan. “My father worked in Tesco for 35 years and my mother worked at a pewter genesis company making little bits and pieces – clocks and things like that. They both had very regular jobs.” Horan notes astutely that some kids from a working-class background “like to spread their wings and leave the nest” – as he did, quite spectacularly – whereas others “like to stay in their hometown, or maybe can’t get out”. Horan pauses for a second, perhaps to ponder what might have been. “I don’t know what they would have wanted me to do, but I’m sure it would have been a good life,” he continues. “Like, my parents are having a good time.”

Thirteen years after he left to become a pop star, Horan’s own ambition remains undimmed. “I’ve achieved a lot in my young life, but I’m still fired up to do as much as I can,” he says. “My career has felt so good because it reminds me of everything I thought the music industry would be when I was a kid. I got the good end of the stick [in terms of] travelling the world and playing to millions. And I still want more of that.”

For this reason, the audience is always at the forefront of his mind. “When I’m writing, I ask myself, ‘Have I gone too specific to the point where it only makes sense to me?’” he says. “And then I try and broaden the thought to make it as relatable as possible.” ‘Never Grow Up’ from Horan’s new album was partly inspired by his girlfriend’s parents, who are “still madly in love”, but its lyrics will chime with One Direction fans who, like him, are close to turning 30. “Hope we still drink like we’re back in the pub,” Horan sings. “Hope we grow old, but we never grow up.”

In Horan’s eyes, the songs that fully stand the test of time – from Simon and Garfunkel to Whitney Houston and Adele – are “the ones that really mean a lot to the people”. It’s this kind of universal connection that he is always striving for. “These are the things that go on in my head when I’m writing,” he says. “I don’t want to alienate anyone, and I don’t want to be introspective to the point where I ruin it for everyone. So, if they can connect to it too, then we all get what we want out of this.”

[pagenby]

Intro Post i guess??

had this blog for how long and just now having an intro post??? forgetting i had this blog for a year?? more likely than you think.

🪽 I’ve got a few names, honestly call me whatever. I go by Robin, Wren, Nettle/Nettie, you can call me worm if you want lmao i don’t care. I will also respond to Bastard due to many joking usages haha.

🪽 I’m in my mid-20’s (gods, realizing i probably can’t say early 20s anymore is giving me an existential crisis), and am very queer. nb/genderfluid clusterfuck, lesbian, and ace.

🪽 My pronouns are primarily They/them, but you are welcome to use he/him, xe/xir, or i am dipping my toes into how it/its feels so feel free with that too unless this bit disappears from this post.

🪽 I’ve been polytheist for going on four/five years now, but I still definitely consider myself a baby. I suck at tarot lol. I worship Artemis and Apollo closely, but regularly include others in my practice and my life (most often Hestia, Hermes, Aphrodite, Persephone, and Zeus&Hera. Would love to include Dionysus more but I haven’t interacted much with him). I have a recent connection with Loki, as well, and I also worship Oghma although don’t expect me to talk much about that as it’s very personal to me.

🪽 I believe some deities are part of my soul family, although i likely won’t say who specifically unless i get to know you, as again that’s pretty personal.

🪽 a few little bits about me: I’m a writer, a singer, and I play the piano (any wonder I love Apollo, lol). all music genres are great and i’ll always love music recommendations. I have a bow, but nowhere to really practice with it so I cannot actually do archery yet. I crochet! And I love to bake, and do so often for Hestia. send me good recipes and i’ll love you forever.

🪽 I veil in my practice, to honor Hestia and to keep myself spiritually clean throughout the day. I likely won’t post pictures, and don’t know how much insight i can actually give, but i’m happy to talk about it if you’re curious.

🪽 Feel free to reach out, especially if you’re also around my age, I’d love some pagan friends as currently I have none! I am very awkward around new people, so if I am please know it’s me and not you lol. in case this post wasn’t clear enough, i use many words when little words would suffice just fine.

🪽no terfs. i am very trans. i also love and support trans women, you lovely ladies are so welcome here. also no aspec discourse will be tolerated here, im here and ace and queer and that’s the end of it. Thanks.

not sure what/how often i’ll post here considering i literally never post Anything on my main blog, but we’ll see!! I’d love to talk more about my worship and practice, and maybe that’ll help me get more regular about it lol.

[lyon-amore]

The half of me Chapter 22

Chapter 21 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The police had left a while ago with the keys to the store, I just hope it's not true that the crime scene was there.

I had opened the chat with Carter, but I still haven't dared to talk to him. I'm afraid of his reaction, what can he tell me, will he get mad at me again? I inhale slowly, preparing myself to begin a new interrogation. I put the call command into Nymos's chat, and the second Jake answers.    "MC, just now he was going to call you!" Jake exclaims nervously "We need to talk about-"    "Can it be later?" I ask, also nervous "I still have to talk to Carter."     Silence falls while I wait for his response.

Finally, I hear him exhale heavily, along with a small growl. I know it's important, but I want to rule out Carter first or find out if he knows anything about this Armando Serrano. The name doesn't ring a bell, I don't think Daliah ever mentioned him, but whoever he is, I have to know if he was the killer. Luckily, the list of suspects is getting smaller and smaller, but I'm running out of ideas on who to point out.    “Alright” Jake finally says “. I think it can wait, since it is not a lead that has to do with the murder."     Well then" I smile relieved, if Jake thinks so, then I'll be calm “, here we go."    "Good luck."    “Thank you."     I decide to write to him, a little fearful. I can see how my fingers are shaking. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

MC Carter? I'd like to talk to you about Daliah

----Carter has connected----

Carter You do know that I accused you of murdering her, right?

MC Yeah

Carter So why are you talking to me? I think you shouldn't, I might get more suspicious of you, you know? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

   "I do not like his attitude" says Jake ". Try not to get nervous, it could be used against you."    "Yeah…"     I settle better on the bed, running my tongue over my lips. God… I don't want for a word to seem suspicious. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

MC I know But I think that after what I'm going to show you, you're going to talk to me

Carter The fact that?

MC Tell me, was your relationship good?

Carter You saw how I acted in the store Clearly, I had a little problem with her But she was my friend

MC I wouldn't say small ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

   “MC I know you are upset with him, but be careful how you say things” Jake warns me, “, because if I have to intervene in the conversation to stop him, I will do it."    "Yeah, sorry, it's just..." I squeeze the phone hard. It bothers me that Carter lied that he didn't hear the song, even if he didn't know it, he might not have lied.     He accused me of murdering her. I can't help but be upset.    "I know" I hear him sigh ", I am mad at him too."     I smile a little when I hear him worry about me. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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Although it's not much of a text, Carter takes time to answer me. I think he must be thinking about how I got this and believing that I'm really accusing him of being Daliah's killer because of his words. Out of fear that he might also tell Jane that they slept together.

But I wouldn't be able to tell her. It's better not to get involved in other people's relationships so that the full weight of the blame doesn't fall on me. They have to fix it themselves. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Carter It was a mistake We were talking, we were just chatting One thing led to another and I kissed her I don't know why, really

MC You don't kiss another person just because you want to

Carter I was wrong period I just wanted to forget about my problems

MC Well, it went wrong for you Daliah liked the idea of telling Jane about it.

Carter Yes and I was afraid that she would Jane is someone amazing I didn't think someone like her could date someone like me But Daliah...

MC I know you've known each other for a long time Even before Grace

Carter Yeah We went to school together But she wasn't like that Something changed her

MC I know I'm finding out a lot about her that I had no idea

Carter One thing Although we are talking calmly, I have not changed my mind with you You and Daliah had a strong bond in that you told each other everything, so I can't trust you 100%.

MC Understood…

Carter That's all? Do you think I murdered Daliah because she could tell Jane what happened?

MC Well… She can be killed for many things

Carter I take care of three little brothers Do you think I should go to jail?

MC Well… No, I don’t think so…

Carter I remember you always going after Daliah, worried about her Always behind, always a shadow Everybody praised you two You two were the sensation of Rosenschwarz There was nothing else that everyone was talking about But I don't know who got more attention If the young savior of her sister or the little saved

MC Daliah and I never cared about that We only wanted to be together

Carter Until at some point, she took the reins from her and everyone adored her

MC But I don't see it weird She was special

Carter Yes she was But she left you behind, didn't she? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

She left me behind? I don't remember it that way. It could be that Daliah had her friends, but we always had time to be together, even if I didn't fit in with that popularity of hers. I didn't care as long as I had her.

Insinuating that I could be jealous of her because she learned to be able to handle it, I can't accept it. I was proud of her. Carter is wrong. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

MC No, she never left me

Carter Oh, come on She'd go to Colville, do theater at the high school People would say hello to her when you were together, I've seen it I can't believe you weren't jealous of her, even if it was just a little bit. And that you wanted to end it all

MC NO! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I also scream outside the phone, with the whole body shaking. I feel my breathing getting out of control, what if I killed her and I don't remember? What if it is?    "MC, breathe easy." I manage to hear Jake.    "Jake-"    "He wants to confuse you" he says quietly and I try to focus on his voice ", divert the subject before you can say something you do not want to."     I nod, leaving my phone on the bed for a moment to dry my hands from the cold sweat. I must be careful not to get upset and say something that seems suspicious to him. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

MC Let's talk about Armando Serrano

Carter How do you know that name?

MC He is a moneylender, right? Or at least he is in Evergreed

Carter Tell me how you know that and we'll talk

MC OK… [Capture+_01-11-15-04-17-94] ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I wait until he finishes reading, trying to relax after what happened. I know Jake is on the lookout for anything, in case I get nervous or Carter says something that could hurt me. I'm secure. Safe. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Carter Ok, read

MC Can you tell me what this has to do with Daliah?

Carter Well, she told me that someone introduced him to her She didn't tell me who, but Armando promised her that she would help her get into the world of cinema because he had contacts

MC And she agreed?

Carter Let's say she loved the idea and agreed I think she told me that it went when she was eighteen

MC But did she know him from before?

Carter Yes, that's what she told me Because she knew the person who introduced him to her

MC What else did he tell you?

Carter She told me that she worked as his secretary or something She wanted to earn some money and know the contacts he had But that the more time passed, the more afraid she was of him But she couldn't back down anymore when it passed So she took care of the accounts of everyone who asked him for money.

MC And how come she didn't find out that you were asking him for money if she took care of it?

Carter I use a fake name So the day she saw me get out of the car, was the day I had a meeting with him because I couldn't pay him back. It was… They left me a little deaf in my right ear I almost have a hard time hearing something

MC So… That you didn't know Britney's song is a lie?

Carter Well, it's partly true I'm not a fan of her But I don't remember hearing it well, really just a whisper But I was afraid to admit that I can't hear well in one ear Maybe that would give me problems with Armando…

MC Because snitches can have problems with it...

Carter And for my brothers, I can't do it I do everything for them, there is not a day that I make an effort because they have a good life Here the people are nice, but I can't always live on charity I don't want them to learn this...

MC But it's not bad to ask for help when you need it Carter, I think you need to talk to Jane and everything that's going on

Carter And that she left me because of Daliah?

MC Well, I prefer not to get into that topic But you can't let your pride get the better of you and you might lose her because you don't want her to help you She would be delighted to help you, I'm sure, she loves you very much

Carter It's easy for you You don't have anyone who loves you, you don't know the fear of hurting the person you love ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

   “I think you are wrong.” Jake says and I blink. For a moment I forgot that he was on the other end of the line.    “What is he wrong about? “    "You do have someone who loves you."     I smile listening to his words. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

MC But if you don't try, you may never know

Carter Forget it I can't tell her I don't want to put her in danger

MC And what will you do? Spend your whole life having to owe money to Serrano?

Carter My life, my decisions, my money I can't back out now, I've already done it

MC But Carter! That maybe end your life!

Carter If in this way I can make my brothers live having what they need, I will do it Daliah was worried about me too, and you know what I told her? Why didn't she apply her words if she wanted to convince me so much? She was also involved and she didn’t leave him out of fear, she knew perfectly well what she was getting into Maybe you should tell the police about him, don't you think? Or you can't because you're afraid?

MC I will as soon as there is evidence against him

Carter Ha! Good luck with that

----Carter has disconnected---- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I throw myself on the bed, lying down. I haven't been able to convince Carter that he has to do the right thing. I thought he was going to get it like with Jane or Mason, but apparently his pride is stronger than Mason himself. Who knew?    “MC, do you remember what Mike said about Colville? “ I hear Jake ask me, though I don't answer. I'm too focused on thinking about how Daliah met someone like Armando Serrano “Maybe that is why she did not want to go back to Colville, something happened with that man.“     I slowly sit up in bed, picking up my phone again. I push my hair back and swallow hard.    "He said that she didn't remember what had happened…"    "You should listen to Carter and tell the police about Serrano" I try to calm down, I'm too terrified ", you don't have to tell them that you know who he is from her entries, just say that you know from Carter and Seo-ah."    "But then it would get them into trouble..."    "Is not it more important to know who killed your sister?"    "Yes, but without getting the rest in trouble."    "I understand" he says calmly and something in this conversation reminds me of when he told me that nothing was going to happen to my friends under the threats of the man without a face, from Richy ", but if this is going to put you in danger for Being Daliah's sister, I am not willing that just because of other people do not dare to tell the truth."    "Jake, you've met Seo-ah yourself, you've seen that she's a good girl" little by little my voice grows more powerful "I can't say that she told me! And I can't for Carter either! H has his little brothers!"    "I am not telling you to accuse him, but to give them a new clue" Although he seems calm, it's as if her voice was harder. A firmer tone than mine ". Seo-ah did not tell you any names, but Carter did, just let them pull those strings together and question him."     I want to be able to tell him that he's right, that it's the right thing to do. Armando Serrano was Daliah's boss, he is one more on the list of suspects. But what would happen to Seo-ah, Carter and Mike? Because if I remember correctly, Serrano knows about the existence of MC, about that MC from Evergreed, what would happen to him if I tell the truth? And what would happen to me?    "And what about my security?"    "The police are watching you, I do not think anything will happen to you" I hear him sigh, although he doesn't sound very convinced ", perhaps even Serrano can give them information that we do not know."    "Or I can talk to him-"    "No" he says sharply ", I will never let you talk to him."     I bite the inside of my cheek. I don't know what to do… Put my friends in danger or decide on my own to talk to Serrano? But I know how it ended the last time I did something that stupid, Jake almost beat the crap out of Mike. This time it's different. There is a knock on the door and I get up with my phone in my hand. I look through the peephole and frown, curious.    “It's the police.” I tell to Jake.    "What are they doing here?" He asks me worried "Wasn't it that they were going to investigate your store?"    "Maybe they found something" they call again and I sigh ". I'll call you later."    "Alright... I still have something important to tell you, do not forget it."    "I don't." I squeeze my eyes shut. Suddenly everything scares me ". I'll call you soon."     I hang up and open the door. One of the policemen was Otis Lang, the same one who waited on me as a child and who called me when they found Daliah's body.    "MC Gardner?" the policeman next door asks me, while Mr. Lang looked at me sadly.    "Yes, it's me." It's strange that he spoke to me this way, they knew perfectly well who he was "Have you found something?"    "We want you to accompany us to the police station as a suspect in the murder of Daliah Gardner."     "What?!" I exclaim as the policeman puts the handcuffs on me "But I've already talked to Elliot! I have told everything I know! Mister Lang! Please! Say something!"    "Don't be scared, MC" he tells me calmly ", you'll see how everything was a mistake on the part of the forensics."     Don't be scared? They are handcuffing me! They are accusing me of murder against my sister! With what evidence?! Why?! I don't understand!

On the street everyone looks at me and starts to take out their phones, taking photos. Meanwhile, the police try to keep me hidden. They put me in the back seat and I don't take my eyes off my handcuffed hands. There has to be a mistake right? I can't be the killer! I remember everything perfectly from that night! I was in my house!    “This is definitely what I call a real bitch” Daliah tells me, appearing next to me in an orange jumpsuit. From prison "What do you think they have found?"    "And what do I know?! I don't even know what's going on!"    “I bet a precious lock of my beautiful hair."    "I cleaned it all up. How is something of you going to stay in that place?"    “Careful what you say now, MC” Daliah warns me “, that doesn't sound very good in front of the police."     I look nervously at the police officers. Damn.

I try to stay calm when I'm in the interrogation room, for the second time in the same day. It can't be true… This is a nightmare. Elliot and Otis walk into the room and sit down, folder in hand. Elliot's look is concerned, while Otis's is calmer.    "What have they found?" I ask, looking away. I feel tired.    “We found traces of saliva belonging to Daliah on the sofa.” Otis replies, speaking more calmly.    "So... is it true?" I look at them and I don't know whether to cry or get angry "Was that the crime scene all this time?"    “For the record, the arrest warrant is for questioning only, nothing more” Elliot tells me ". We're just going to ask you a few questions again, shall we?"     I nod slowly. I must collaborate calmly. It's better not to get upset.    "Okay" he clears his throat and begins ". On September 4, according to the second autopsy, the murder took place at eleven o'clock at night" I look at Elliot surprised. It can't be... It can't be that time ". They manipulated the corpse in such a way that her death seemed much later than two in the morning" I hold my breath, reliving what happened that day ". There are no traces of blood, so we assume that the ‘One less’ was not in the same store, to prevent it from being known that this was the scene of the crime. The water erased any trace of footprints" he pauses, taking a breath ". All the evidence as to who could have sent her the clippings, the doll, it has your fingerprints on it."    "So, since the murder was at the same time that Daliah and I had a talk, I'm accused as a suspect because it wouldn't be possible to have that conversation." I see how they shift a little in their seat at my words. So I didn't talk to Daliah. They made me believe that he had done it. It turns my stomach that someone did that.    "We are not the ones who have decided to arrest you" Otis speaks to me now, explaining the situation ", they want to rule you out as a suspect after all the evidence and several testimonies."     Evidence... Testimonials... Maybe it's true and I'm going crazy with all this. I see the ghost of Daliah. Perhaps because of the guilt of having killed her? I cover my eyes, tired. I was happy… I was being happy. Why did I have to go back? Why didn't I stay in Evergreed investigating with Jake?    "MC, don't worry, I'll help you with this" I see how Elliot wants to stretch out his hand to me, but he controls himself because he knows that it would be against the law. He is interrogating a suspect. He has to do his job ". Unfortunately, the policemen who were protecting you saw how you vandalized the store the same night as Daliah's funeral and we have seen you clean it up, they have clearly suspected you."    "Apparently I can't get mad either..."    "I'm sorry-"     I wave my hand for him to stop talking. I don't want to hear his apologies. He has questioned me this morning. He knows perfectly well that it wasn't me.    "Is there any reason you might want to hurt your sister?" Otis asks me and little by little I get angry.    "Daliah was always there for me" I reply, clenching my fists ", maybe she wasn't perfect, but she made sure I was okay, just like I was with her. She would never have hurt me in any way nor would I have hurt her, and if I did, I wouldn't have wanted to kill her."     I see Elliot look at me nervously, but I take it for what happened between us. Elliot's phone rings and he gets up to answer it, walking out of the room.

A couple of minutes later he enters the room, placing the phone on the table.    "Okay, is done." he says after hitting the speaker button.    "That is how I like it, obedient." says the distorted voice, with a touch of fury.     I sit up in my chair as I recognize him. No matter the distortion, I know it's Jake.    "I just hope you do not fail in my deal." Deal? what deal?     I look at Elliot in confusion, but he looks away.    "Calm down, I'm going to comply" Elliot replies ". Speak, tell me what you have to tell us.    "First I want to make sure the detainee is okay." Jake orders.     Elliot nods at me, as if he's giving me permission to speak.    "Yeah, I…" I swallow, hoping my nervous voice won't give me away "I'm fine."

   "Good, I am glad." I imagine him smiling, calm ". You have arrested the wrong person, and I have got a lead on someone much more suspicious."     I hold my breath, hoping he doesn't name Seo-ah or Carter about where he got the information from.    "Well?" I notice Elliot upset. He doesn't seem to like this call too much "Are you going to tell us who to ask?"    "His name is Armando Serrano" I mentally pray that he doesn't say anything more about those involved except Daliah ". Miss MC Gardner's sister worked for him as her bookkeeper."     I sigh in relief, avoiding a laugh when I hear the 'miss'.    "The big shot from Colville?" Otis asks him "How did Daliah get hinm to hire her?"    "That is what you will have to ask him and… About his business."    "And where did you get this information from?" Elliot asks, I see that he's tense, he's clenching his hands a lot.    "Do wizards reveal their secrets?" I roll my eyes. He's getting his ego out "or do me want to keep your secret safe? I am sure you are not interested right now that she might know."     If what he says has to do with how important he has found, I hope he doesn't keep it from me later. I need to know what he knows about Elliot and if it's something that might make him suspicious as a murderer and he's afraid it will happen.    "And how is it that after everything you has put her through, you comes back to help Miss Gardner?" I look at Elliot who keeps his eyes on his phone, furious.     I look away, not wanting to get in the middle of them. It's like they're facing each other right now.    "Because I will always be there when she need it the most." my heart races when I hear him speak.     My cheeks burn with embarrassment. He's supposed to be a criminal for the police and he's referring to me as someone special. Not that it bothers me, but I do worry about him and that maybe they can use it against him.    “I think we're getting a little off topic, Mister Bloomgate” Otis reminds him, feeling awkward ". We must continue with the investigation" he looks at me with a smile ". We owe her an apology, this has all been because of the testimonies and evidence obtained, we really didn't want to arrest her like that."    "But you have done it" I look nervously at my phone. Jake is raging at the cops ", you have arrested an innocent person, that brings consequences to your position."    “We were doing our job” Elliot replies “. I don't know if you know what that is."    "Well, to me I think you are doing it wrong if you do not know who to accuse correctly."    “Thanks for helping me” I reply quickly, thinking this could end in a fight over the phone “. I appreciate it."     I hear him chuckle, like my voice has calmed him down. I don't want to hear him like this, he sounds so… far away.    "My pleasure, Miss Gardner" he says softly ". Good luck with mister Serrano."     And he hangs up.

They escort me out of the police station and I meet my parents. My mother hugs me, crying. Then my father. I hug them back, feeling visible to my mother again. She then breaks away and approaches Elliot, slapping him across the face.    "You..." she points at him accusingly "How dare you stop my little girl?! Accuse her of being the murderer of her sister?!"    "Fiona, let him" my father separates her from him ", he only does his job."    "Accusing my little girl!"     Elliot is unable to look at my mother, he feels guilty for what happened. My mother approaches me, taking my arm carefully, to get me out of the place. People look at me as we approach my parents' car. I rub my wrists still feeling the handcuffs. I want to be able to sleep until the next morning, I can't get on with today.

*Jake POV*

It was when she hung up that I continued searching for the clues. I did not think the arrest was going to happen. I was also rereading the conversation that she had had with Carter. The boy had given up in to any offer of help, despite MC's advice. Nothing good comes out of having to borrow money from someone you know may even kill you. And he paid the price with his hearing. As desperate as you are, he should not have gotten into trouble.

But what will I know? If I also made my mistakes.

I was staying focused until I got a text from Mike. A message that I did not think would scare me when I read it. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Mike Hey Jake! This is not good! www.rosenschwarz.com/arrested_mc_gardner_ for...

Jake How did they arrest her?! Do you know the details?!

Mike No It doesn’t put anything, only that they have seen her leaving her house with the police I've been looking and there are photos of the arrest

Jake One moment! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I look on social media and see that Elliot is with her. I take it upon myself to hack knowing that I risk being detected and I delete every photo I find of her being detained on social media. I do not want anyone to see her that way, like she is a criminal. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Mike Dude! What happened?

Jake MC told me that the store was suspected to have been the scene of the crime. And she took it upon herself to clean it all up without knowing it.

Mike Fuck Fuck, fuck She’s fucked

Jake Not yet. I can still help her.

Mike What will you do? Are you going to plant in Rosenschwarz?

Jake No, it would be risky and they could separate us.

Mike So what will you do?

Jake What I do best. I am going to fix this. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I get Elliot's number and decide to call him. Unfortunately, he does not have Nymos chat, if he did, I would use the call command. I might take a chance that he can track me down and take me away from MC forever.    "Wait" I look at the last capture and smile ". It may be a little bad, but I think it could work."     If Elliot cares about MC, he probably does not want her to know that it was Daliah who told him where I was because he knows she would never forgive him. I prepare the voice modulator and call.

Elliot is late to answer, but when he does, I feel like I'd love to be able to tell him everything he wanted to say for being rude to her.    "Yes? Who is?"    “Someone who has learned that you has made a grave mistake."    "Ah, so it's you" his annoyed tone takes away my need for introductions ", the guy who ruined MC's life."    "And you are the one who used her sister as if she were a substitute of MC like a doll." I say annoyed now, remembering his and Daliah's conversation.     I hear him make an annoyed sound.    "Do you know that I can go to locate you right now?"    "You will not" I answer with a smile ", because then, I will reveal your secret to MC and I am sure you do not want that."    "What is he talking about?"     I type quickly and hit enter.    “Look at your chat, Agent Bloomgate."     I wait a moment and listen to him release a curse.    "How did you get this?" He asks quite annoyed "Do you know that getting this is illegal? I could arrest you-"    "I have information about a possible suspect in the death of Daliah Gardner" I stop him, taking a big risk ", if you do not want all the people of Rosenschwarz to think that you killed her because she left you for using her as a toy, then cooperate."     I wait again. If he is worried about what MC thinks of him, then he will agree.    "Okay, no tracking you" he says finally ". Tell me-"    "Not until I check that she iss okay," I stop him again, this time much more annoyed ". Take the cell phone where they are interrogating her and put the speakerphone on."    "You are asking too much."    "And I do not like to be impatient."     He lets out a grunt, with a little 'of course'. During the conversation I cannot help but feel furious with Elliot Bloomgate, it is as if he wanted to leave me for the bad guy and he as the man capable of helping MC, when he has arrested her the same day that she had already been interrogated. I almost said that MC and I are together when Elliot has said that I have returned after everything that has happened because of me. I must not let them put her in the crosshairs of the police and the FBI again or she will be in trouble again. Luckily, I have managed to give them the name of Armando Serrano, without putting Seo-ah and Carter in the middle. Although I suppose that at some point, Serrano will want to know how they managed to guess that he and Daliah knew each other. Maybe he will even get MC in trouble.    "Shit…" I mumble "I hope he does not suspect it."

At nightfall, I decide to use the call command to find out how MC is, she sent me a message saying that she would be with her parents after leaving the police station. I prefer that she calm down with her family after what happened, she needs it after this false accusation against her.    "Hi Jake." I hear her in a tired, exhausted voice.    "Hello, MC" I ask, feeling hurt when listening to her ", how are you, love?"     She lets out a laugh, though it does not seem like it is because I called her that.    “It's like I’m in a nightmare that I never going to get over” she replies. I notice that the voice is hoarse from crying perhaps? ". I'm still at my parents' house, my mother wanted me to stay at least for one night."    "How is she?"    "Perfectly after I slapped Elliot for arrest me" I let out a laugh, I would have liked to see it ". At least it makes me happy to see that she is little by little herself, despite the pain of losing Daliah."    "Let' us hope she does not get arrested for assaulting a law enforcement officer." I teased.     This time she really laughs    “By the way” she clears her throat “, thanks for not mentioning that you got the information from Carter and Seo-ah."    "I knew youwould be mad if I did it." I hear her make a sound, like she agrees with my words.    "Jake, what deal did you talk to Elliot about?" Her voice sounds worried "Please! Don't tell me it's about giving yourself up again!"    "No, that is not in my plans since last night" I send her a message with the wink smiley and I hear how she makes a sound in her throat, as if embarrassed ". It is something that is going to stay between him and me for the moment. Elliot knows what's at stake."     I hear her thinking, doubting me. If I tell her now that Daliah was the one who ratted me out to the police and the FBI, I do not think she will stand it. She has suffered enough for today. Until the situation calms down, I do not think another painful secret will be good.    "Another thong, Jake, more has been learned about Daliah's murder" I listen carefully to her words ". The last time I spoke to her, she was quite possibly already dead."    "How do you say?"    "The killer must have gotten the phone from her before killing her, probably under threat" I nod, thinking about the situation.    "Are you sure?"    "Yes, at least, according to the time of the forensics, it was at that same time..."    "They wanted to give her an alibi about why she did not meet with you" I comment, looking at her and Daliah's chat room "Does anyone know anything else about her cell phone?"    "They're probably looking at it right now."     I put my hand to my hair, ruffling it. I wish I could have that cell phone in my hands instead of the police, it would be easy for me to get into it without feeling like they could control any access to it. I finally get a notice that it has found a new clue. It does not take me long to send it to MC.    “Okay, let's see.” I hear her say, a little calmer “Ralph and Daliah?"    "Something weird?"    “No, it's just that Ralph isn't much of a talker over texts."    "Then let us see what they say." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Daliah Ralph, Armando asked me if you took money from the safe.

----Ralph has connected----

Ralph Nope But And if it were like that? 🤔

Daliah That I would have problems because I let you into the office

Ralph Nah. I did not take a cent

Daliah Sure? I mean I know that I saw you buying drugs… That's why you steal from your father

Ralph My father? I would never call him that

Daliah I don't think Grace likes what you're doing

Ralph Oh Grace... I'm sure she already knows As if I hadn't ever been late to the academy because Iwas high

Daliah … I can't believe it What if the academy found out?

Ralph Stop

Daliah ?

Ralph You're going to use those imitation tricks, aren't you?

Daliah I don't know what you mean

Ralph Do me a favor and do what you always do Spread your legs for Armando, give him a smile, moan a little and make him forget about money

Daliah YOU KNOW PERFECTLY I DON'T DO THAT WITH YOUR FATHER!

Ralph STOP CALLING THAT MAN 'MY FATHER'! Fuck! You've already screwed up my mood

Daliah Can't I worry about you?

Ralph No, you can't You can't worry about me

Daliah Is it for Armando? Does he bother you that he pays more attention to me than to you?

Ralph Look Just keep quiet about me buying some dope I need something to inspire me OK?

Daliah Ralph...

Ralph Your changes are fun First you play sweet, then you play threatening But to me you make me laugh Others will be afraid of you, but you make me laugh in particular

Daliah Ok, got it But do we talk more calmly about this? I don't want to lose my job, you know?

Ralph Poor of you then Lie as you always do You are used to lying

----Ralph has disconnected---- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I wait for MC to finish reading. So Ralph is Armando Serrano's son? I suppose that by hating him he will not even want to use his last name.    "It's strange to read Ralph like this" I hear MC commenting ", he seems like a quiet boy."    "Quiet people have a limit if they are bothered" I say, although I am also surprised after reading the chats between them ". This could cause problems between father and son."    "Why would she get involved in these issues?" I hear her exhale heavily "Why did she have to do these things?"    "Ralph said she was imitating someone" I read the words carefully "Who exactly?"    “I have no idea."     I hear her yawn and laugh.    "Tired?"    "I haven't rested since last night."    "I see…" I smile as I deepen my voice a bit.     I hear her make a surprised sound, like she is realized what I said. I laugh and hear her complain, telling me that is not it. I cannot help but imagine her safely covering her face, blushing.    “You shouldn't have said that, Jake.” I can hear the annoyance in her voice.    "Because?"    "Well, because we are in a serious conversation" I nod as I make a sound in my throat ", you can't do this to me, I want to think of our next clue."    "Alright" I sigh, lying down on the bed. The pillow still smells like her. I closed my eyes, smiling ". But like I said, I want to take advantage of any moment with you."    "And does it have to be at night?"    “It is the quietest moment we have."     She chuckles and I hear the sound of sheets.    "Can you stay on the phone again until I fall asleep?" She asks me, with a soft voice "Tomorrow we'll continue with this conversation" I am going to say something, but she stops me ". The conversation about Ralph and Daliah."    "That is what I was going to say." Her laugh is like a soft melody. It makes me feel a nice chill through my body ". Good night, love."    "Good night, Jake."     I get up and go back to investigate the information about the supposed son of Krebs, listening in the background to the soft breathing of MC.

I hope the sound of the keys does not bother her too much.

Chapter 23

[fukuokanodivision]

Mai’s Thoughts On 2nd Members

Jiro Yamada

“Jiro-san, He gives me the image of Eko when we were younger. Laughing without a care in the world and didn’t bother what others think of him, Those days…He honestly still gives off those memories. Sometimes thick headed, But is always coming in for the team in the end. Yuno-chin does have a soft spot for him, So I’ll suggest asking him if you want to learn more on the 2nd bro of Ikebukuro’s Buster Bros!!!”

Jyuto Iruma

“Iruma, The cop with the red glasses. He’s similarly like Onii-san in some ways. Both act 1 way on the outside and another way on the inside, Both are in some form guilty for bringing their teams down and have a side only their closest friends see of them, To name a few. I haven’t made much interactions with Iruma or M.T.C, But that’s Onii-san’s forte. But, I actually think I might ask him if I can someday meet them in person…It would be interesting to know Iruma more as a person than just a cop in Yokohama, To me anyways.”

Gentaro Yumeno

“The brunette author from Fling Posse, Yumeno was his name? Yeah, That’s him. Much like Ramuda, Yumeno is definitely also a mystery, A total enigma if you will. I discovered he has a few similarities with Yuno-chin too, Both like writing, act collected majority of the time…That kinda stuff. Fling Posse I should say are all a huge mystery for me, That totally brings back some ‘unpleasant’ memories back in a place called ‘Chuohku.’ But who cares, One day I swear I’m gonna use my mic to amplify my power by 120%. That’ll give those ‘ladies’ a taste of my world, Not theirs, Mine.”

Hifumi Izanami

“Moteru-chin, What to say here…Kidding! He’s a great guy, What can I say? While our first interaction wasn’t the “smoothest” I thought it would be, We’ve gotten used to each other now. I like being around him whenever I go visit Shinjuku, With all his positive energy it’s comforting to be with him. Sure, many Shinjuku locals are sometimes jealous when I’m there, I can’t blame them. I’m not trying to steal their #1 host from them at all, But I enjoy keeping Hifumi-san company on occasions whenever I’m in town…”

Rosho Tsutsujimori

“Tsutsujimori? The name, It maybe rings a bell…? Kidding, I’m lost for words here. I honestly don’t know much on who he is. I mean, He’s a teacher and that’s all I can figure out. But, I do know that Onii-san has some sort of connection with Tsutsujimori’s partner, So the next time I see him, I’ll just ask about him then and see what he’ll say about it. Who knows, Maybe teachers can be ‘very interesting’ characters.”

Jyushi Aimono

“Jyushi-san. Yep, The visual kei musician in Nagoya. While I was talking about his team’s leader, I may have gone a bit too overboard on dissing the team a bit too hard (not that I’m sorry, of course.) Anyways, Jyushi-san is the only exception here. Yeah, We don’t really “interact” often per se, But I still often listen to his music, So I’d say that counts? He seems okay for a guy, I just haven’t wrapped my head too much on him yet I guess…”

[starlling-writes]

Bewitching Monsters - Multi-Monster Special 2

Series Rating: 18+ Chapter Contains: swearing, sexual scenes, alcohol Pairing: variety

BeMo Masterlist   ☆  Writing Masterlist

Thank you for reading this story to the end—especially those of you who have been here since early on. Since this is the last arc for this series, I decided not to go by my usual chapter length constraints, so enjoy this extra-long chapter. This series has been such a mixed bag to write; overall, I’m happy where it has ended up. At this time, I do not plan on writing any more stories for these characters.

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Notes: To be clear, a slate is equivalent to a smartphone. I haven’t talked too much of the tech-side of this world, so I wanna make sure there isn’t confusion about what exactly I’m talking about when it comes up in this chapter, since it’s an important detail. Also, selachii = shark anthromorph & cetacean = whale/dolphin anthromorph; I literally just them made up based on the scientific classifications. Inkdine = an undine of the cephalopod (aka inkfish) variety (also made up by me because I just didn’t feel like using “octomaid” or anything similar); come in a variety of anatomy layouts, so imagine whatever tentacled hottie you want.

Alt pronouns used: xe/xem/xir/xirs/xemself [in comparison to: they/them/their/theirs/themself]

THEO:

            The ocean. I couldn’t believe I was going to see the ocean. So much of my life had felt like a dream since meeting Witch, and especially since moving in with her. I felt spoiled to go on this trip with them. To be treated to a beach-appropriate wardrobe by Witch’s friend, Willow.

More than a handful of times I thought to change my mind about going. It all felt too much. But that would ruin it for them, wouldn’t it? And that felt worse. Every time I felt like staying home, curled up on the couch, I’d scold myself that I moved in with Witch for a reason. I didn’t come here to stay in my usual patterns. I came here for newness. To grow. To see the world and change. As a mothfolk, one would think I’d be accustomed with change. Yet no. All of my decades of adulthood were spent in a fairly consistent cycle.

I was determined to put myself out there.

And so the three of us went to Flordora to meet up with another of Witch’s friends, a naga named Quendi. Xe met us at the train station. Negoni wasn’t far from Flordora, but it’d be easier to travel via train, what with everyone’s luggage and Quendi’s mobility aid.

As we made our way over to the second train, Quendi jumped right into a conversation that I couldn’t believe xe was having so openly in public. “So you gonna hook up with Kashga again while you’re here?” xe directed at Witch.

She shot an abashed look at xem.

“What?! She never told us about this,” Caera interjected before Witch could respond. “Who’s Kashga?”

“My cousin.”

“How the fuck…” Witch trailed off. Her comment drowning out Caera’s whispered aside thatshe really got a thing for cousins.

“One: bitch I know you. And two: the itch isn’t the only thing that runs in the family.” Xe flashed a dubious look, then cackled as realization twisted Witch’s expression into a furious glare.

“Fucker. You’ve had an amber sensitivity all this time?! Why did you never say anything?”

Xe shrugged. “Well when you first made it for me, I didn’t know you that well and it was a bit embarrassing to bring up. But then I kinda turned it in my favor and got into sex work, so… yeah.”

“So glad I could be your catalyst,” she said flatly.

“Anyways—if I heard her correctly,” xe pointed at Caera, “who’s this other cousin you fucked?”

“By the gods, I’m disowning you both!” Witch declared as she picked up her pace and started marching ahead of all us.

Caera sidled up to Quendi. “So it was her main hookup’s late-wife’s adopted cousin.”

“What the fuck?” Xe shook xir head and called up to Witch, “Trying to stretch that connection thin much?”

Witch stopped and whipped around. “It wasn’t intended! I knew Imdes well before I met Valzok, but I didn’t know their connection till after Val and I got together!”

Quendi’s face brightened with so much delight. “Blessed gods, that Imdes?” Witch’s body language said it all. Xe cackled again. “About damn time you jumped on that.”

“Can we stop talking about my sex life now?” Witch pleaded.

“That entirely depending on if you’re gonna hook up with more people on this vaca,” Caera said with a saucy little wiggle. “Us included—I’m absolutely putting that out on the table now, so bow out now if you’re not game.”

“Disowned.”

With a dramatic flair, Caera draped herself on Witch’s shoulders and pouted her lip. “But Mistress, I brought all of my attachments.”

“Extra disowned!” Witch shrugged her off and yet again started walking faster to separate herself from us.

“You have attachments?” Quendi asked, reasonably confused.

“Perks of the doll I possess: I have interchangeable genitals.”

“Oh shit? Well fuck Witch, I’m adopting you now,” xe laughed.

They all got along so well. Banter flowed easily between them.

And then there was me, silently hanging out in the back of the group, only watching, not contributing anything. I was the odd one out for multiple reasons… but I did my best to hide it. I didn’t want to ruin the moment. So I put on the usual soft smile I wore and continued to follow.

But when we settled into our private cabin on the train, I was called out. Discretely at first. Witch leaned over and whispered to me, “Everything okay? You seem tense.”

“Oh, no no no. I’m fine,” I reassured, waving my hands dismissively.

“You don’t need to hide things from me, Theo.” She placed her hand on mind. Squeezed. She was close enough to kiss and her warmth was so inviting. “This vacation is for all of us to enjoy.”

“Well, I… You see. I’ve never… I can’t…” The words weren’t coming out. I’ve never admitted this to anyone. I’ve never had anyone who I felt admitting it to. I steadied myself, then tried again. “I can’t have sex. Penetration, even just fingers, is too painful. So…”

“Shit, and we just spent this whole time talking about sex. I’m so sorry, Theo. We’ll definitely change topics. Sorry.”

“No. Please. It’s okay. I don’t mind hearing about it. I just… can’t relate to any of your stories.” And this was when I noticed the other two were absolutely listening in. Oh no. I did my best to hide in my fluff. Ugh! The vacation hadn’t officially begun yet and I’ve already embarrassed myself.

The others whispered a bit, then Quendi and Witch excused themselves from the cabin. Caera moved to sit beside me. “If you’ll permit me, there’s something I’d like to try with you.”

“Try what?”

Her doll went limp then she spoke from my other side. “To pleasure you. You see, when I move through someone...” I felt a tingly warmth in my right shoulder. Then it vanished. “They feel it. And I can make you feel it a lot.”

I was beyond overwhelmed. This was all so sudden. Did they all really think I could say yes to this so easily? I wasn’t like them. I couldn’t just hook up with a friend.

Could I…?

“I… We can try.”

Caera hummed in delight. Her warmth soon filled me in a way I was not used to. For the first time, I didn’t feel any pain. What I did feel though… It gave me the heady feeling like when I fly; the shiver of a new winter breeze; the lethargy of lying in the summer sun. With every shudder and whimper, the sensations grew more intense. Caera definitely knew what she was doing. I started to feel tingly, and the squirming need to… relieve myself. Was this normal? It was all such a mix of new sensations and emotions, I had trouble focusing on letting myself enjoy it all—were all of these feelings supposed to be enjoyed? I wanted to enjoy this. I really did. And I didn’t want my first time to end so quickly.

But this was too much at once.

“O-ooh, slow down slow down slow down,” I gasped with shuddering breaths. Caera immediately backed off, shifting back into her doll. “I… I think I need to go much more slowly. Everything just feels like… a lot right now.”

“No worries,” she reassured. “I did kinda just dive into the deep end with everything. Appologies.” Her warmth began swirling in lazy strokes up and down my inner thighs. “I do enjoy a slow, drawn-out edge. Do you want to hold off on further play until the hotel?”

“That would be preferable.” Then I thought like them. “Though, if you’re only doing this, I… I might be able to handle it.”

Caera smiled wickedly at me. Her warmth left again as she got up and went to call the other two back. She returned to her seat next to me. She took out a book, inconspicuously holding in her lap and hunching over to read it, all while she started casually teasing me again. This pace was much easier to handle. I could even hold a conversation with all of them while Caera did it.

I had a new understanding of some of the stories I’ve heard about my companions’ exploits. This discrete play was exciting.

CAERA:

“Caera, stop working. This is a vacation,” Witch said as she stretched out and tested one of the beds. “Relax.”

Her words did not stop me as I put away everyone’s clothes in the wardrobe and toiletries in the bathroom. “Providing service is relaxing for me, Mistress.”

“Fine. But no titles at least.”

 I chuckled to myself. We’ll see how she feels when we surely hookup during this trip. Thinking about it, Quendi would probably be into titles. What ones did xe use though? I’d need to ask about that soon. For now, I focused on making sure everyone settled in before we got to the enjoyable parts of the vacation. And not just the sex. Now that Theo dipped her toes into our slutty pool, I couldn’t wait for her to wade in deeper—especially with how cute and sweet her reactions were. And feeling those reactions… being a ghost had its perks.

Once we were unpacked, we got ready to go to the beach. Well, just three of us; Theo wasn’t fond of prolonged sun exposure and also wanted to take a nap. I guess I wore her out a bit on the train ride. I insisted Witch and Quendi put on sunscreen before getting dressed—to properly protect their skin. I was more than happy to help both of them. Witch quickly finished, because she refused to let me rub in the sunscreen all on my own. I got to apply Quendi’s all on my own at least. Xir scales were so smooth. When I asked about if xir scales could get sunburned, xe explained that it was more so to protect xir scales from drying out and exacerbating their condition. I made sure to take extra care to rub xem with extra care. Witch offered additional assistance but I shooed her off. It was time for me to start bonding with her friend. With my newfriend. Quendi seemed to delight in the attention too.

“Should we just give you two the room for a couple hours, or what?” Witch teased as she leaned against the doorframe, giving us a look.

“I do have some self-control, you know,” I sassed back.

“Says the one who offered to ghost-fuck Theo on the train ride here.”

Well… I had no defense for that.

I finished up and we headed out. I had been to the beach a few times before with Annika. So many things were different now. Especially me. When we reached the sand, I was ready to lay out towels and put up the umbrella, but a different feeling hit me.

The large span of the roaring ocean stopped me in my tracks. It had been so long since I was this near such a mass of water. It left me feeling… I couldn’t put words to it.

Witch grabbed my arm and started pulling me back. “Shit, I’m so sorry. I didn’t think,” she instantly apologized. “Let’s go to the spa instead.”

I was too frozen in the white noise of my thoughts to respond. The fog cleared by the hotel lobby. I pulled back, just enough to get Witch to stop dragging me along. The two of us quietly stood there as Quendi caught up. Xe was the one who broke the ice. “What’s going on? Why’d we bolt back inside?”

I could feel Witch’s gaze bouncing between us, unsure if she should speak up. This wasn’t a topic I was expecting to talk about during this trip. We found a quit nook off to the side. Then I told Quendi.

“I didn’t think the ocean would bother me so much. I know that it makes sense that it would but it was just… never something I thought about. I’ve never been around any substantial bodies of water since—until now. And when we decided on this vacation to the beach, I only thought about my past trips with my previous Mistress.”

“I still feel bad for not even thinking about it,” Witch said. “We can forgo all the beach-stuff and come up with something else. There’s plenty else in this city to do.”

Her concern was warming. I knew she’d do everything she could to help me—or any of us—to be at ease. To feel safe. I shook my head and answered her, “I don’t want to ruin this for everyone; I’m perfectly fine sitting out of some activities. I’ll find some other—”

“It’s not going to ruin our vacation to make accommodations for you,” she cut me off. “Especially ones I should’ve considered from the very beginning.”

“I’m going to interrupt here,” Quendi spoke up, “and feel free not to answer but—is there a specific aspect of the ocean that’s triggering you?”  Xe threw a glance at Witch. “Something we could figure a workaround for?”

I closed my eyes and really thought on it. What made this different than when it rained? Than drawing a bath? Than being elbow deep in a basin of laundry?

Finally, I answered. “I think… it’s the vastness. The sheer mass of it all, with it’s roaring and coldness.” I shivered involuntarily, thinking about the river. “I guess being able to feel temperature within this doll has some drawbacks.”

Witch and Quendi exchanged another glance. They had been whispering to each other while I had been thinking too. It was the train all over again. Quendi took my hand and started leading me away, saying xe had something xe needed my help with. I glanced over my shoulder and watched Witch leave the hotel. All my questions about either of their plans were ignored. I resigned to letting Quendi drag me back up to our suite.

“Okay, tell me what’s going on already,” I demanded.

Quendi held up a finger then dug through some of xir things. Xe tossed me xir slate. And also started changing clothes. “I want you to help me with a photoshoot.”

“And while you’re distracting me with this, what is dear Witch up to?”

Xe held up a single finger to xir lips, then finished sliding xir top off over xir head. “Is that what you want to focus on right now?”

I couldn’t help but chuckle a little. “Alright, I concede. How may I serve you, Dearest?” I asked with a flourishing curtsy.

“Be a good little pervert and start taking photos.”

“Any certain type you’d prefer, Dearest?”

Xe shook xir head dismissively and crossed xir arms, squishing xir boobs together. “Whatever you feel like. It’ll be nice to see the kind of set new eyes will come up with.”

“Mmm. And does the photographer get to keep a copy of the shoot?”

Xe moved in close and ran a hand down the center of my chest, xir fingers hooking into the band of my skirt. “Not all. But I don’t mind sending some of the best ones over. And of course you’d get any that you end up in as well.”

“Oh?” I raised the slate above us as I untied the drawstring on my skirt in one, swift jerk and pulled away from xem far enough to—hopefully—get a good shot of xir breasts and my dick now sticking up out of my skirt. “And to what extent can I be in these pictures, my Dearest?”

“As long as you stop when I say stop, you’re free to experiment and find out.”

How did Witch not introduce us sooner?

I gently pushed xem back onto xir mobility aid. Xe settled in, coiled xir tail up, and waited expectantly for what I’d do next. I stepped out of my skirt—now pooled around my ankles—and moved in closer. I began poking and teasing xir boobs with my dick. Taking a few pictures as I did[EC1] . Then I slid it between, let out a little lube, and started fucking xir tits. Xe helped by squishing them together. I squirted out a bit more lube to make xir tits even slicker and shinier.

“Convenient. Can you squirt anything else?”

“The cum lube is for later, Dearest.”

Quendi leaned forward and stuck out xir tongue, flicking it across my tip as I thrusted towards her face. “How much do you have?”

I laughed. “Hopefully enough to sate your greedy ass.”

“As a naga, I technically don’t have an ass,” xe sassed.

“And here I was looking forward to spanking you.”

“Well, there are other things you can spank.”

I reached forward and ran my fingers through xir hair, cupped the back of xir head, and started guiding xem down on my dick. Xir mouth obligingly opened wide. Didn’t break eye contact. Took me down to the base. “I guess it’ll depend on how long Witch takes to see if I get to or not.”

I kept my hand on the back of xir head, but didn’t have to do any work. Xe was very good with bobbing up and down on me all on xir own. But how was xir gag reflex? Timing it with xem putting back, I elongated my cock. Then I pushed xir head down. Xir wide eyes flashed up at me, shocked by both my action and the sudden size change. But xe didn’t struggle. Beyond the initial gag as xir throat bulged and adjusted to accommodate me, xe continued to easily take me to my base.

Things got a lot more slobbery. And loud. Quendi was really getting into it and started moaning. I was enjoying the show too much to care if we woke Theo, or if Witch was back yet—and oh what a show it was. Xe really knew how to capture and direct one’s focus. Hopefully the photos I was taking were up to xir standards.

If not, then I guess we’d have to reshoot.

Speaking of shooting… I fisted my hair in xir hair, gentle tugged xir head back, then made a pretty mess all over xir pretty face. Xe posed for me. First looking still lost in a lusty daze; then smiling like a pleased cum slut. Xe caught a bit that dripped off xir face and licked it off their fingers.

“Wait—this is flavored?!”

I laughed. “Yeah. Why not?”

“How have I never thought of flavoring my cum lube before? I’m definitely doing this now. You need to tell me what you use.”

“Yeah yeah, shut up you hoes,” Witch interrupted. We both looked over at her. She was just standing up, so she had to have been here awhile—voyeur. “Whenever you’re ready, Ceara, I have a potion I want you to try. But first,” she walked up to me and opened her palm; in it were some petals, each a different color, “pick one.”

“Pink.”

She added the petal into a potion bottle, swirled it around as she said some magic words, then handed it to me. “This should help you deal with the ocean. It’s temporary, so I’ll be making more while we’re here. So don’t hesitate to let me know of any alterations it needs.”

“So this is what Quendi was distracting me from.”

“Very much so, because I was making it in the bathroom.”

I raised an accusatory brow at her. But I didn’t tease her this time; I was too touched by her love and kindness. Yet again she’s done so much for me. I held the bottle to my chest. “Thank you.”

“Sooo, are we not going to do anything else?” Quendi spoke up.

Witch raised both her hands, palms out, and started walking towards the door. “My job is done, so I’m going to the spa. Y’all do what you want.” And she left.

I looked at Quendi, watched a large drop of the cum lube drip off xir cheek onto xir boobs. “Yeah… I’m not done with you yet.”

Xe smiled wide. “Mmm. And what do you have planned for me next?”

Good question. I wasn’t quite sure what I wanted to do with xem next. I didn’t want to bring out all the surprises on the first day here. And I didn’t want to push xem too much, since I didn’t know all xir limits yet. I went to my bag and dug out a hank of rope.

“Oh. No rope,” xe apologized. “I have silk sashes in my bags if you want to restrain me. If you need to knot them, they have to be against whatever you tie me to, not my body.”

“Very well, Dearest.” With the proper restrains in hand, I guided xir into position, then draped the ribbons over xir wrists and tail.

“You’re not gonna tie them?”

“I don’t need to tie you down to restrain you. I’m sure you’ll behave perfectly well and stay how I’ve arranged you.” Xe smiled excitingly. We’ll see how long that smiled lasted once I actually started.

I ran my fingers down over xir abdomen, the start of their scaly tail, then back up, gliding them side to side. More so trying to find xir slit than tease xem. But apparently naga could part their slits at will—or xe could at least. I slowly circled the edge of xir lips, spreading xir wetness around. Strands clung to my fingers as I pulled my hand away. I wiped them on my dick.

The look on xir face when I detached my dick was quite amusing. Though it was more fun watching xem fall into bliss as I slowly slid it inside. Pumped it in and out. Pushed it as deep as xir body would yield.

And then left it like that. For ten seconds. Thirty. A minute. Xe squirmed impatiently, being mindful to not disturb the silks. Good. If xe had shifted them, I would’ve waited longer before turning on the vibrator. I sat back on a chair across from xem and composed my expression to not give away each adjustment I made to how my dick moved inside xir dripping pussy. I doubt xe expected just how capable it was when detached from me. All the things I could make it do with just a thought, thanks to some magic Witch helped Thorald with. And so it whirred and whirred. Gentle then strong then gentle again, in no predictable pattern. Then I let it slowly intensify. Getting xem closer to xir breaking point with every panting moan they made.

If we hadn’t already woken Theo from her nap, Quendi definitely did when I finally pushed her to come.

QHENDI:

Witch was a completely different person. In the best of ways. I had noticed it to a degree when she was helping Kashga. Now that we were on vacation and everyone was relaxed, I could really see how she shined. There was more joy lighting up her eyes; less anxiety pressing her small; an all-around confidence that didn’t feel like a façade.

Of course, I also enjoyed how much more openly corrupt she was—and her friend/maid, too. Hearing about some of their escapades while Caera had some fun with Theo on the train, I made it my mission for us to have four-way by the end of this trip. Thinking of ways to make that happen though…

I definitely got distracted and needed some of my own escapades.

This time of year, Negoni was flooded with options. And because of that, I felt picky. And not just for myself. While this trip was planned together, I gave myself the job of Dalliance Coordinator—or, to be more fun, Co-whore­-dinator. If I detected any subpar mates, I’d quickly chase them off.

We settled onto the beach and the hunt began. Caera, now able to handle the beach with the help of Witch’s potion, was an absolute showoff. Though I’d be too if I could wear a swimsuit like hers. It was a monokini, barely more than a few stings; but what made it extra interesting was the back part of the crotch was attached to a butt plug—we dubbed it a plugkini. She tried to get Witch to wear a matching one. But Witch refused. For now. She conceded to wear it at some point during the vacation—perhaps I could convince her to take some photos in it, too.

While Caera vamped and flirted, Witch disappeared into the sea. She was far more interested in swimming than getting to know anyone. A shame. But that didn’t stop me from following her eye line when she would surface for air. Like me, she watched Caera off and on. And an orc and elf couple down the way. A selachii surfing the waves—

Ooh, they were fine. Thick with fat and muscle. Surely, they could handle me well. I’d make such a game out of watching them struggle to do so without their rough skin hurting my sensitive scales. Though the real challenge would be them resisting their propensity towards biting. Well… maybe I could handle a little biting.

The subject of my musings started coming out of the water. They waved to someone; I turned to see who.

The only thing better than one fat hottie, was a friend group with more.

The pod was a mix of cetaceans, selachii and selkies—based on the fur peeking out of one’s bag. I could only hope that their group was remotely like ours. Doubtful. But a ho could dream. And fantasize about the gangbang we could have.

Time to break the ice at least. “Hey there!” I called and waved at them. “Care to give me a little help?”

The group exchanged looks, then slowly trickled over. “What can we do or ya?” the black and white cetacean asked.

“Would and of you mind carrying me to the water? My mobile has trouble on the sand, as it is. And I don’t wanna risk it getting damaged by the water.”

“Yeah, sure. No problem.” They picked me up with barely a struggle. Their cool skin on mine sent a shiver through me, making them smirk. I smiled back. I draped my arms around their massive shoulders. To make sure I didn’t fall of course; not because I wanted to slyly touch their arms. “Hey, Brin. Help carry their tail so it doesn’t drag.”

I didn’t bother correcting their pronoun use. Whatever might end up happening between us wouldn’t last long enough to for it to matter. And why argue when more thick arms were holding me? I couldn’t help but giggle in delight. Especially when I met Witch’s gaze and she rolled her eyes at me.

The pod ended up being quite friendly. They unquestionably added me into their little games; and Caera when she soon joined us. Some even flirted with us. Brin, one of the selkie, and Alika, the selachii surfer, invited us to join them at a local club that night. Apparently, it had the best red lounge in town—though, I’d be the judge of that. Caera had never been to one, and so I doubted Witch or Theo had either, which made it even more exciting.

With the addition of a semi-sheer overskirt, we convinced Witch to wear the plugkini to the club that night. Caera almost twinned, but ended up wearing a fishnet bodysuit instead. As expected, Theo was the most conservative of us and wore a flowy, little dress—at least she let us alter it a bit shorter.

We arrived early to pregame before our new friends arrived. Also, so I could teach them the rules of red lounges:

First, consent is key. Violators will immediately be kicked out and banned. One method many lounges—this one included—were adopting was compliance by magical means. There were some mixed feelings on this, but mostly it was praised, especially since the magical leash allowed patron to imbibe in drink and substance.

Second, all red lounge activities stay in the lounge. Often times, the lounges were apart of a larger club, where the main area was for tame enjoyment—music, dancing, intoxicants, and such. Another aspect of this was to refrain from talking about lounge activities outside the lounge. This was more so an unspoken rule of respectable practice.

Third, don’t wear or bring anything you wouldn’t be okay with potentially getting damaged, ruined, or lost. Shit happens. For the most part, this meant clothes were bound to get torn. But don’t wear an heirloom necklace. The enforcers were there to protect your person, not your personal property.

By the time Alika, Brin, and a few new friends of theirs arrived, we were all well buzzed and floaty from drinking. They laughed and asked if they should shotgun some shots too, but I had a better idea. “How about instead, we go to the lounge and you do some body shots off us?” Everyone agreed, of course.

A wristband and a heady rush of magic later, I breathed in the sweet scent of lust. The lounge was already busy. People were bent over all sorts of special furniture, groping and fucking and recovering from multiple orgasms. There was a group of illithids mindfucking whoever came over to them. A bachelorette party was whooping and hollering as they held down the bride-to-be as she got railed—with an eager line waiting for their turn with her. And—ooh, I recognized that clip model; fellow sexworker Brutus—also a selachii—was here with two petite elves, back-to-back with arms linked, currently bouncing on his dicks. By the looks of it, this club allowed filming too. Probably needed special permission, but still. I’d definitely need to come back here.

I excused myself from the group to go make introductions. Though I made no rush to interrupt. It was a free show after all. Between watching the elves fuck themselves more and more mindless, and glancing at my friends to see Alika throw Witch over his shoulder as Caera laughed and spanked her ass a bunch, then pulled aside the crotch of Witch’s plugkini and licking her exposed cunt—oh, it was just what I needed to get in the mood.

Brutus caught me staring. He smiled, grab the two elves in his giant hands, and made more of a show of them. Their moans and screams drowned out the music. His eyes closed as he focused on giving in to the rush. And then he was gushing everywhere. I wasn’t expecting the glyph on the floor that lit up as his cum overflowed out of the elves; but given how watery selachii cum tended to be, it made sense to magically control the mess.

A couple handlers helped the elves down and carried them to the recovery nook. As they left Brutus’s little VIP area, he motioned me in, smile even wider than before.

“Well, well. If it isn’t the Clip Qing xemself.”

Now it was my turn to have a smile fill my face. “Ah, so you know me too? I’m flattered.”

“Is it weird to say that I often watch your clips before filming?”

I laughed and playfully slapped his shoulder. My hand deliberately lingered. “Dude! Same! Bloody stars, we should really duo.”

“Oh yeah?” he smirked. His fingers drew lazy circles along the hand I still had on his bicep. “When were you thinking of doing it?”

“How long do you need to recover?”

His laugh shook the room. “Let me rehydrate and I should be good soon enough. Especially with some encouragement.”

He motioned to a bartender as I settled in. I angled myself so I’d have a good view of where the other settled into. Witch already had Alika’s fingers buried deep in her cunt. Caera was softly praising Theo as she got her to switch her panties for a special c-string lined with a magical kelp that would stimulate her, no penetration required. I’d need to keep an eye on her. The kelp activated with heat, so it’d be a little bit before it started kicking in. And the hotter she got, the hotter the show would get.

Brutus followed my gaze. “Found a better show than me?”

I made a dismissive gesture. “They’re my friends. I just wanna make sure they’re having a good time.”

He sidled over to lean in and whisper, “Is it their joy that you love watching, or knowing you’re corrupting them more by bringing them here?”

I gave him a knowing look. He certainly could flirt. With a well-earned, smug laugh, he sat back across from me as the bartender brought over a pitcher of water. We didn’t need to discuss what to do next. I stripped off my top, made a show of groping my body, teasing and fingering my slit. He drank it in, as he drank his water, and slowly stroked his cocks back to attention.

I could feel people watching us. Using our performance as part of their foreplay. And as tempting as it was to watch them watching us, or to see what my friends were doing now, I held Brutus’s sultry gaze. It was almost like a staring contest. But instead of a contest of who would blink first, it was who would give in and make the first move.

We caved at the same time. More-or-less. Given my mobility limitations, he of course made the physical move; we both had such needy, wanting gazes at that point that I would’ve slithered on top of him if I could.

As he lined himself up, I heard him say under his breath, “Fuck. This is such a dream.”

I laughed, dug my fingers into his hips, and pulled him into me as I thrusted upward. He shuddered and cursed again as he slid in. I gave him back control. Sliding my hands up his delicious, fat bod. He quickly found his pace. Fuck—it was so good to be so filled. No one really made bipene toys that filled me and felt the way two proper dicks did.

As much as I wanted to watch him fuck me, I let my eyes slip closed. Let myself be washed over by bliss. I slipped into the first stage of whorish mindlessness. With every pounding thrust, every grunt and moan, every desperate grope and squeeze and kiss and lick, our lust grew. His fingers entered my mouth and I instinctively started sucking them. His skin was rough on my tongue.

As my mind started to slip deeper, Brutus cursed again. “Fuck, you feel too good. I’m gonna cum.”

Well… that was a bit disappointingly fast. But I pushed the thought away to not sour the mood—he still felt fucking great. My nails dug into his shoulders as his pace grew more desperate. Right before his climax hit, he wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me close and biting my shoulder, then shuddered hard as he flooded my pussy.

We took a moment to recover. The bartender already had another ice cold pitcher of water brought over. After polishing off two glasses, he said, “Gotta say—it’s a helluva difference between fucking someone naturally inclined for bipenile penetration, and those who are not.”

I smirked. I would’ve laughed if I had the energy, but I was still in a hazy mindset. “If I didn’t know you better, I’d think you were trying to cover your low-stamina ass.” He choked a bit on his water and looked away sheepishly. “Awwwe, are you that embarrassed that you came so, so quickly?” I teased. “Do I need to help train you to last longer?”

He shut his eyes and growled at me. He was smiling, though. and his dicks twitched from the degradation. “How long are you staying in town again?”

WITCH:

I didn’t have many solid thoughts for this vacation, and it continued to be like nothing I could’ve planned for. But it was what I needed. It had been so long since I had a real break from working. And it had been a while since I had quality friend-time with the others.

Plus, the casual hookups were a fun change. Most of my sex had become either work related, or came from a handful of close acquaintances. I didn’t mind all that. But it was nice to just have some mutual fun and not think about having to ever interact with the person again afterwards.

But even through all the fun, there was something that kept tugging at me. Beckoning me to return home. I had never really felt homesick before, so it was strange to now. Though I guess that spoke to how much I had come to cherish Arvos and my little pocket in it. I finally felt comfortable setting root.

Our last proper day in Negoni was languid. Our most restful day, by far. After a breakfast of pastries and mimosas, we all did our own thing. I spent most of my time in the ocean. Swimming had become a new love of mine, though it wasn’t something I got much to do in Arvos. The public pool was too chaotic for me. And visiting Aero and Willow to use their communal pool was a journey I didn’t always want to make—it also felt weird to visit them just to use the pool. Perhaps I’d have a private pool built.

Thinking of construction made me think of Val. And thinking of him put me in a mood I couldn’t put a name to for weeks now. I brought it up in therapy when I first noticed it, but we didn’t dive too much into it—I wanted to try to reflect and figure it out as much as I could on my own first.

So far it felt like I had done anything but. Though—some progress—I now noticed that homesick feeling creeping in when I thought about him.

I dove down, touched the sand, then surfaced. And repeated five more times. As a warm buzz tingled through my muscles, I focused on sorting my emotions.

I really liked Valzok. Perhaps I was even ready to call it love. Which was a major step for me. Another major step was how I was thinking of handling it.

A shiver jolted through me as some extra slimy seaweed touched my leg. I freaked out, broke my tread and started to choke on water as I slipped under the surface. The ocean latched onto me as much as this arrant patch of seaweed did. Shit. I was panicking. I couldn’t get enough air in my lungs, nor the water fully out. My chest and throat burned.

More seaweed gripped around me. No—not seaweed. Seaweed couldn’t squeeze like this. And I couldn’t see clearly with all the waves splashing in my eyes. Well whatever it was, I was hating it more than the seaweed because it was making it impossible to move.

Then the water stopped splashing my face so much. Stopped choking my lungs. My adrenaline started ebbing. I was finally able to process that the something that was squeezing me was a someone. An inkdine. I was having a quick one-eighty about the tentacles squeezing me now.

“Ya’ right?” they asked. I nodded, not trusting my throat could handle talking yet. They smiled crookedly. “Good. Hate ta fail my job first day. Got a bit too south there; the clingas really get ya’ here this time’a year.”

Ah. They were a lifeguard. A lifeguard with a cute accent and a cute young face fresh from secondary. I could hear Caera and Quendi’s voices whispering in my ear to corrupt them. Given that I was already tightly tangled in their tentacles—it was tempting. I could just wiggle a certain way, try to get their grip to slip a little to less respectable spots. Could I get my swimsuit to slip too? Hmm… this daydream was getting dangerous. I didn’t even know their name, pronouns, or if they were accepting of advances. “Thank you,” I croaked.

Their smile was one of the most genuine, joyous things. “Glad your good. Let’s get ya’ back ta shore. Mind ya’ breathin’ with the waves.”

There were other things I would like to mind. But not drowning was more important than being acutely aware of their tentacles still wrapped around me.

And the giant wave growing behind us, carrying a bunch more of that clingy seaweed, about to crash down on us.

I cursed. They looked back and also cursed. We both took a deep breath right before it hit us. And while the wave helped push us closer to the shore, we were now covered in seaweed.

After a brief moment of both of us trying and failing to rid ourselves of the seaweed while also staying above the water, we agreed they would focus of keeping us afloat while I handled the clingy pest.

The first few were the trickiest. We were too stuck together for me to reach most of them, so my first focus was gaining more mobility. I wiggled a bunch, stretching and reaching as much as I could. Definitely didn’t need to squirm around as much as I did; but fuck—the hitches in their breathing, and the little gasps they tried to hold back as I move certain ways… it was cute how much they tried to not get flustered.

Such a wicked witch, I was.

Gradually, I got most of them off our torsos, but there were a few that were more stubborn than all the rest. Including the ones stuck to my bikini top. “Are you gonna be comfortable if I take my top off?”

“W-what?”

Yeah, I probably should’ve offered more context before asking that question—though the pulse of tightness in their grip was worth the confusion. “Trying to get these things off my suit is impossible. They’re like glued to the fabric. It’s gonna be easier to just sacrifice this suit and take it off.”

“I-I… if you’re ‘kay with it, by all means. Do what ya’ gotta.” They turned their head, adamantly giving me what privacy they could. Aside from the lingering glance out the corner of their eye as I started adjusting and slipping off my top. I pretended not to notice. But I did brush and press my chest against them needlessly more than before.

I began working on de-weeding our lower halves. It took some coordination of them helping me back to the surface when I needed air. But I quickly grew concerned with how much they flinched as I removed the seaweed now.

“Are you okay?” I asked. They still kept their head turned so it was hard to read them. “Does it hurt when I remove them?”

They cleared their throat as they searched for words. “Well, uh… no. It doesn’t hurt. It uh… honestly, it actually…”

I connected the dots. Oh, to be so innocently shy again. “Turns you on?” I suggested coyly.

Their tentacles squeezed me again. I leaned over to view their face, noticed them biting their lower lip. They nodded.

“Would it be easier if I was more intentional with turning you on?” They snapped their gaze to mine and started stammering, failing to form an answer. I quickly explained myself, “It’s perfectly okay to say no. Especially since you are technically on the job right now. I just thought that since this is stimulating regardless, perhaps we don’t fight it?”

“Well…” They notably swallowed, looked at the shore then at me. “I just can’t be caught, a‘right? We’re gon’ have ta keep more in the depths here ta not be noticed. The waves’ll tousle us ‘bout more, but…” they trailed off.

“Then I guess you better keep good hold of me.” I smirked then submerged again.

Now as I pried the pest off, I took the time to let my hands grope around their body, tease their tentacles, and rub my body against theirs. Their shivers were no longer restrained. It made the primary task more difficult as they twitched and shuddered about. But of course, it was worth it. Every time I resurfaced for air, their eyes fluttered more helplessly shut; their breaths grew faster and quaked with pleasure; and their grip on me grew tighter as other tentacles reciprocated.

But then their grip grew tight enough to break bone—at least it felt that intense. As air was forced out of my lungs, a plume of black ink darkened the water around us. Their hold on me went lax, and I had to cling my arms around them.

“Fuck,” they panted. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

I scoffed. “Sorry for coming? Why?”

“Well, uh… ya’ skin is gonna be stained for ‘while.”

Oh. “Noted. Guess I should find you again the next time I want a temporary tattoo.”

They did not enjoy my joke as much as I did… I liked them better when they were all shy and restrained.

Relieved of the last pesky seaweed clump, and close to shore now, they finally released me from their tentacled grip. And oh boy was I covered in sucker marks. It surprised us both. Growing flustered again, they instantly started apologizing. They swiftly made their way to the beach to get me a towel to cover up the marks and my bare chest and ink-stained skin. I couldn’t help but laugh about it.

We wrapped up our vacation at Quendi’s family home. Quendi, of course, teased Kashga whenever we were all in the same room. He’d promptly leave each time. He was no match for his cousin’s humiliation, especially when Caera caught on and made things worse by getting handsy with me. I felt bad for him; but it was delightful to see him flustered.

Tete was pleased to have more life in the riad. Most of the time. Before she went to bed, she warned us not to get too loud while she slept. The first night we managed to keep things down. But the second…

“I’m gonna ask Valzok out,” I said into the dark room a beat after we all settled into our beds.

“Wait. I thought you were already fucking him?” Quendi questioned.

I rolled my eyes. “I mean ask him to be official. To be… my partner. Not just a fuckbuddy I’m too scared to give a title to.”

The three of them started cheering, both happily and suggestively. “Oh my! Our little Witch is all grown up,” Quendi teased. “Getting herself a partner.”

Caera dramatically added, “Before you know it, she’ll be kicking us out so she can be all alone with her new partner.”

“By the stars—shut the fuck up,” I said, trying not the laugh. “He hasn’t even said yes yet.”

“Bitch you know he will!”

“Oh definitely,” Theo agreed.

“I was gonna add that I wouldn’t kick y’all out, but if you’re ganging up on me too, Theo, then maybe I will.”

She absolutely glomped me, smothering me into her chest fluff. So soft, so warm, so suffocating. Her laughter shook me. “Oooh, it’s so cute when you threaten us. As if you could actually send me away and never get to snuggle me like this again.”

“You’re lucky I love you,” I mumbled, not that I could be understood. Caera joined in on the smothering. Though she was nothing compared to Quendi wrapping around and squeezing us—only for a couple of seconds, but it was enough to really force the air out of me. Xe groaned as xe climbed back into xir bed, dismissing the assured repercussions of the action.

Not much sleep was had that night. Probably less than any other night of our vacation. Tete yelled at us to keep quiet. Which, of course, made us fight back giggles, like school children. When we snuck out of our room for some late-night swimming, we ran into Kashga. He wordlessly turned around and went back to his room. Not without giving me a look first. Too bad for him that I’d be leaving the following day, and the only dick I was desiring was the orc’s with whom I wanted to take a step forward in our relationship.

I couldn’t wait for everything that I’d be returning to.

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the west wing, in the shadow of two gunmen, sentence starter meme.

Is anybody dead back there?

 What happened to your hand?!

I got hit.

... but let’s make sure that I’m tucked in bed before we do anything...

 I’m really fine.

I hit my head on the ground.

I wouldn’t know anything about that.

Didn’t you hear me shouting for you?

Are you-- are you in a lot of pain?

Are you lying?

You are brave.

I’m just so happy to see you.

When all this is over, tell the press, don’t tell the press. It’s entirely up to you.

Tell me what’s happening!

I shouldn’t be at this meeting.

[name] was cutting me off because he knew I was gonna say that. He knew I was gonna say that because I have said it, what?

It’s what magicians call “misdirection.”

You don’t seem to be having a very good time lately.

In the meantime, cheer up, and get off my ass.

Why does he yell at the squirrels?

I mean, we’re dumb, but we’re not that dumb.

Nah. I think we’re exactly that dumb.

You want to go grab a hot dog or something?

I’m saying, I’m just, um, I’m um, having a brain problem.

Okay. Listen, I should go, I got to go. I should let you—

It’s good seeing you. I miss you.

I can’t believe no one ever wrote a folk song about that.

You’ve got a pretty bad poker face.

I don’t understand. I don’t understand, is -- is it serious?

I'll get back to you on that.

I don't believe [name] knows more than I do; I just believe they're willing to tell you more.

There'll be free chicken.

Well, there was a while back there when I was in elementary school.

You gotta be impressed with my consistency.

I have no new information since the last time you asked me that question.

Do you enjoy losing?

You really didn't understand any of that, right?

Yeah, I screwed you on that one.

I understand the point he was making. I was sitting next to him when he made it, my ears are connected to my brain just like every body else.

So you made that decision on your own.

I think you'll find I'll be making a lot of decisions on my own so get used to it.

Act as if ye have faith and faith shall be given to you. Put it another way, fake it till you make it.

Do you want to throw some water on your face?

You know, I should ask. Is there anything I'm supposed to be doing right now?

I have a thing. I have a thing I was going to mention, just a proposal to throw out there.

We had an expression, “no idea was too stupid to say out loud,” so here it is, bear me out.

That's a perfectly fair question. What the hell are you talking about?

I think I have an obligation.

And it's also the right thing to do.

Congratulations, and it must, you know, feel good being that powerful.

He thinks you're a smart mouth.

Yeah, well, maybe, kind of, uh, try to feel your way to dry land?

I'm climbing out of the pool, my clothes will be clingy, avert your eyes!

Nothing. I'd rather not do it, but obviously.

There's no way that you can exceed expectations, all you can hope for is an "as expected", and there's always the possibility that you could embarrass yourself.

He's very easy to like, once you get to know him.

I may have been overstating it a little.

Okay, when I said I graduated, I may have been overstating a little?

I think that question is of a personal nature?

Look. I think I might be good at this.

I think you might find me valuable.

Why not? I saved your life.

I didn't want you to feel beholden to me. I didn't want it to be like an episode of "I Dream of Jeannie" where now you have to save my life ...the time-space continuum, where you have to follow me around with coconut oil and hot towels...

Can I have my necklace back?

You can say it, you know. It's not like I haven't heard it before.

In the meantime, you want to kick something, kick me.

I could get a ticket and come with you.