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BORDERLANDS: DEBT OR ALIVE BOOK REVIEW

I have read the new Borderlands book Debt Or Alive. I did not like it. In fact, I hated it so much I needed to pour out my thoughts in this review. It’ll be very long, so bear this in mind while reading through it because it’s been a while since a piece of media has made me this angry.

There will be spoilers to ALL of the book so you’ve been warned. I am going to analyze this book very thoroughly so everything that can be spoiled will be spoiled.

TL;DR – I hated this book. I accept Borderlands 3, I think it’s fine and I really like aspects of it. I wasn’t enthusiastic about New Tales From The Borderlands but in the end, I thought it was fine. But Debt Or Alive? It’s probably the only piece of Borderlands media that I won’t consider canon from this point forward. Half-assed story with shallow characters and ham-fisted message which retroactively ruins the events of the game(s). Don’t buy it, don’t waste your time on this just to see the worst version of characters you love.

A more detailed review will be under the cut. It’s over 10k long.

1. Tales From The Borderlands made even worse

I have a complicated relationship with Tales From The Borderlands. I think my best friend had put it in the best way – Tales From The Borderlands is good when you don’t think about it for too long. For me, it’s a fun game to play once every 4 years, remember the story and move on. The more you think about it, the more apparent the cracks get and the worse it becomes.

Debt Or Alive REALLY makes you think about Tales From The Borderlands in the worst way possible.

I have always thought that Fiona’s part of the story is weaker than Rhys’. It’s told in a way that sort of meanders until it’s reached its conclusion. The first sin Debt Or Alive commits is that the ending of Tales is its beginning. What should be the conclusion, the nice ribbon to tie the story is now the jumping off point. In my opinion, it’s always a terrible narrative decision to make your sequel start where the story left off. It always implies the fact that your conclusion is meaningless and that your characters didn’t learn anything. To write a new story, you need more challenges which also means that characters need new struggles. In Debt Or Alive’s case, it means that everything that happened in Tales isn’t worth a thing.

To me, nothing was more apparent of it here than the Vault scene. The Vault of the Traveler grants a wish to everyone who steps there. The Vault should be the conclusion to what we know of the characters and sort of “off screen” this happens to Rhys. We see Fiona hear that Rhys wishes for Atlas and that’s the end of his story in Tales. Though I will touch upon why I didn’t like this later, it does make narrative sense, he was supposed to be more independent and choose his own path instead of following others. It’s a ribbon that ties to his character in Borderlands 3 and New Tales From The Borderlands.

Then it’s time for Fiona and… Oh, yeah. What would SHE wish for? Throughout Tales, we see Fiona evolve as a character from the ragged con-artist who wishes to just go by, to the independent and certain Vault Hunter. Or do we? Yes, there is a moment in which Sasha dies which would be traumatic for Fiona but she’s from Pandora. She should know the dangers of living and instead, she should be happy that she came back as the hero. In the ending of Tales, we can hear Fiona say “This [Vault hunting] life…suits me” so she already reconciled the danger and in fact, she welcomes it. But to make this half-assed story be a thing, we have to disregard this entirely.

So in the Vault, Fiona is given a chance to wish for anything she wants. What does she wish for? Nothing, actually. Presented with an opportunity of a lifetime, Fiona has no idea what to wish for. I can’t even begin to tell you how bad of either an opener or an ending this is for her character. For an opener, we have a protagonist who doesn’t know what she wants and where she needs to go. Sure, it’s a start for an arc but not for Fiona who already DID have it. It’s an arc she had earned, so why would she have a restart and go through this all over again? And as an ending, it’s a terrible reminder that Fiona probably didn’t learn a thing. The time in the Vault was for nothing, Athena didn’t teach her anything. Burch doesn’t know his character well enough to think of anything for her to wish for.

Hence the whole journey moving forward truly is just a bad rehash. If Fiona didn’t learn a thing about herself and needs to do it again but worse, what’s the point of this story? To see her come to the same conclusion as she did at the end of Tales but worse? The answer is yes. As this story suggests Fiona is a protagonist who doesn’t know what to do with her life and just wants to protect her sister and that’s all. Which is the exact same point her character was at, at the beginning of Tales.

Actually, why did the Vault have to grant wishes, anyway? It doesn’t make sense for neither Fiona nor Rhys and even later, Gaige cements that this didn’t have to be the case. Part of the charm which Tales From The Borderlands brought was the story of everyday people. This wasn’t a story of glorious Vault Hunters with great stamina and luck, who chose the adventure for the guns and glory. This was a story of a middle manager and a con artist, two unremarkable people who were basically forced onto this adventure from outside forces and because of their will became heroes of their own stories. It’s a story of normal people who have made their own self-made destiny.

Debt Or Alive, of course, scoffs at this idea. Rhys’ Vault wish for Atlas makes no sense as he already has Atlas and already probably works under this trademark. It doesn’t mean a thing that he wishes for the whole legal action thing, when his character progression to have Atlas from Jack would be so good. But no, it’s cosmic power that grants him that wish fully. Fiona too, she was supposed to be a self-made Vault Hunter but in the end (or the beginning), she rejects this and doesn’t know what to wish for. Just an absolutely horrible way of planning out her character. No one wants a passive character and this is what this story makes Fiona to be – a bystander, rather than an igniter.

I also want to point out that the events of Tales and characters she meets are truly nothing but cameos. A big part of Fiona’s story was gaining independence when her father figure Felix turned out to be a snake who sold them out. Within Tales, it’s very clear that Felix was abusive towards Fiona and Sasha, forcing them into roles they didn’t want, favoring Fiona and making them live such a strict life, they thought it was the best they could get. Of course, none of this is ever touched upon in Debt Or Alive. It’s never mentioned that Fiona is an abuse survivor and how it would shape her as a person with her protectiveness and willingness to give up greatness for simply “good enough”, and being held to impossible standards. There are also barely any mentions of Athena and their time together. At no point does Fiona use tactics she had learnt from Athena or recounts their time. Those are passive mentions which make Fiona look like she didn’t learn a thing.

My own ribbon that ties this section will be the funniest thing that for me exposes how much Tales is made worse. Tales From The Borderlands is a game in which choices DO NOT matter. There are no consequences and each choice will yield the same outcome. Again, it’s just meaningless and it’s so funny to me that this book wants to wink at the audience becoming a “choose your own adventure” book in two sections, which both lead to the same result. It truly does not mean a thing.

2. Anthony Burch cannot write women and Fiona’s character assassination

Anthony Burch cannot write women. This is a fact that I wanna point out every single time I can because it was never more apparent to me than in this book. Let’s start with women in Borderlands and the stories which he had written for them. Maya has a good theme but falls flat when she’s only an object for Kreig to lust over. Nisha is Burch’s sexual fantasies coming true in a gross way. Athena in Tales is made only stone cold, no-fun character who is a liar to someone who loves. Janey in Tales is made to be an overbearing girlfriend trope but it’s progressive because she’s a lesbian. Vallory is a collection of tropes. So on and so forth.

Hence right from the beginning, I was very skeptical of a book by Burch which will have the most female-driven cast in all of Borderlands. My skepticism was proved not only to be right but also that it was much worse than I had realized. Because I haven’t even shown you the issues of Fiona and Sasha and trust me, there are some even in Tales. However from Tales I could very easily tell you what character traits Fiona and Sasha have and what differentiated them.

Fiona, as described in Tales promotional material is a con-artist with a heart of gold. She has been raised on streets, she loves money and she has a silver tongue to get out of every situation she’s in. Fiona also cares about those she loves a lot, as an older sister she can get overbearing but her situation in life made her realize that it’s justifiable. She can also be a nerd, she’s curious and fun, likes to joke around. Sasha is a character who loves danger far more than Fiona. She likes guns and has great knowledge of them, she’s more a doer than a talker. Sasha doesn’t want the con life and longs for something tangible, rather than just be a prize in the books. She also has an inferiority complex, due to Felix’ abuse which she masks with her forwardness and action personality. She shines through when she can do things she loves, becoming headstrong, honest and independent.

Do you really think we’ll get any of this in this book?

The answer is no and it’s very easy to tell it right from the start. I know I keep getting back to the Vault scene but trust me, this is the culprit from which I knew this book will be a failure. In this scene, Fiona doesn’t know what to wish for, so she “wishes” that Sasha was there. This wish is granted and it’s now both sisters in the Vault. From this you can see the issue – this book does not treat Fiona and Sasha as separate characters. They ALWAYS have to be together, always mention each other, they’re basically never given a room to breathe because whenever a scene calls for just Fiona or just Sasha, their internal monologue will keep mentioning the other.

I can’t even really make a case for either of the characters individually because this book itself makes such a bad case with them. I’ll give it my best shot because when these moments occur they are, well, bad. I’ll start with Sasha because I have less to say since the book itself had less to say about her too. There is a certain moment in which Sasha, being tired of Fiona’s carefulness, goes Vault hunting with Gaige. I was very happy at this, since I have shipped Sasha and Gaige before and I thought their personalities would mesh well. Yet, in this particular instance, Sasha isn’t enjoying anything regarding Vault hunting and the danger, while constantly thinking of Fiona. Why is that, why wouldn’t she be thrilled for the adventure and getting to know another person like Gaige more? They could bond and start a friendship but in the end, they barely talk and Sasha isn’t into it. Even guns don’t excite her that much. What happened to her?

I think even her reflections towards life after death are very much shallow and omitted. We get a sense of it, we get that Sasha is terrified that there’s nothing when she dies but we’re not given anything of it. I figured this would be her turning point, that Sasha will realize that if there’s nothing afterwards, it’s best to live her life to the fullest, going on adventures, not wasting chances. But nothing like this has happened. Sasha doesn’t enjoy Vault hunting, she shrugs at guns, she can’t have her own fulfillments, her relationship with Rhys is wishy-washy. You’d think that with sudden realization of death, Sasha would have a breaking point and start thinking if it’s all worth it and how her life should now be like. But that would require interesting philosophical questions that Burch doesn’t want to answer. Not when they lose the life-giving crystal, nor when Sasha dies a second time when she chooses to. It’d be such an interesting discussion of the meaning of life, how Sasha approaches life and what it all means to her but no. Not given any thought to this. At the end it’s not even unique to her as Fiona dies and is brought to life too so again, no point.

Another faucet to her character is the on and off relationship with Rhys and just… I was never a fan of shipping Sasha and Rhys together and this book reminded me of it in the worst possible way. Sasha is disinterested with Rhys’ world and they never mesh well together, having such different goals in life. She doesn’t even want to acknowledge their relationship, leaving Rhys to look like a sad wet sock (more on that later). It’s described how she’s used to acting a certain way and that’s fair, that’s a huge roadblock in a relationship. But we never see this roadblock get pushed. Sasha at the end of the book is still terrified of the potential relationship and doesn’t want this. We only learn that one time she calls him her boyfriend off screen, which is just such a cop out I can’t begin to describe it. I’m so sorry, Sasha, you deserve an actual relationship not just Burch’s fantasies.

So I move to the main character of the story, Fiona. And oh god, how badly has Burch treated Fiona, words cannot describe it but they will try. From the beginning, we see one of Fiona’s traits be amped up to 11 – her protectiveness which turns into overbearingness. Constantly, we are reminded that Sasha died and Fiona can’t forgive herself. Which is fair but again… We saw her happy and fulfilled at the end of Tales. But since Tales doesn’t matter and probably it’s better if it didn’t exist, it gets shrugged off. May I remind you, this book starts right as Tales ended. Which is a year later from the start. Which means Fiona is 30 and Sasha is 25. Their actions do not portray two characters of this age, especially Fiona’s towards Sasha’s.

Look, I’m 24 and I have a sister who’s 33, so close-ish range to them. If my sister would do the things that Fiona did to Sasha I would be pissed off as all hell because guess what, my adult sister does consider me an adult woman. Unlike apparently Fiona and Sasha. Because for Sasha’s “safety” Fiona puts her into a fucking jail on a planet they do not know, just towards her “safety”. Yes, it’s regarded as dumb and wrong in the book and that Fiona knows that Sasha would pull through but it’s just mind boggling to me that Fiona would even do that. She should know her sister. But then throughout the book we see Fiona acting like know all be all authority to her, constantly second guessing her actions and opinions and being completely overbearing. I’m sorry but her apology at the end doesn’t make it remotely okay to be so controlling of Sasha.

I guess that’s the point. In my opinion, this book is a character assassination for Fiona. People will whine and moan over how Rhys got ruined in Borderlands 3 and New Tales but no, I had and will always disagree with this. But Fiona in Debt Or Alive? Burch truly showed how he has no clue how to write female characters because she is completely ruined here. None of her actions make sense, neither do her choices, the little character she has is so unlikeable and I just can’t believe he thought it was all good.

The best way to show you how Fiona got ruined is to have a little overview of Fiona as a character before and her background. She is a Pandoran, born and “raised” there, through the life of crime and bribery. Her biological parents died, she only has Sasha with her. Thus she feels responsible for her and their wellbeing. Fiona also had Felix, a man who brought her and Sasha with him and raised them in a very abusive manner. Fiona all her life had lived in poverty, struggling to get by with her cons, constantly having Felix make her think she’s responsible for the failures or successes of the group all on her own. She lived in a caravan, she barely had any money to her name. She’s no stranger to the climate and cruelty of Pandora, having lived there all her life, though she herself prefers the “word” combat.

Got it? Well, now forget it because that’s what Burch did in his book.

I know that wealth can change people, I really do and the sum of money Fiona and Sasha received is enormous. What I don’t understand is that they both did a complete 180 on their perspectives. I do realize that living in poverty all their life, Fiona would start spending money on dumb things but to hammer home this fact, Burch tries really hard to show us how dumb some of the purchases are. But would she really act like this in this setting? First, it’s hard for me to believe that she would willingly move to Eden-5, seeing the corrupted system and life in which it operates. It’s just Pandora but with chrome paint on it. Yet, Fiona doesn’t see red flags and just continues on living, buying dumb shit. We don’t learn anything new about her through this either, it’s just a dumb thing after dumb thing. Why couldn’t it start with things that she really wanted and then move on to unnecessary things? I think it’s because Burch couldn’t even establish what her wishes would be from Pandoran times.

What also made me just want to throw this book away was that it took Fiona around 200 pages to realize that people who work for her are also bound by debt. It’s such a nearsighted thing, I cannot believe that she would do it. Especially since I think we’re led to believe that this book happened in the span of 4-5 years. For Fiona to be this bound by greed and wealth doesn’t fit her character at all. How could she just not see that people who work for her have been tortured by poverty? Up until this point, Fiona lived in poverty herself, she should KNOW that this is a thing people struggle with. Not to mention, in the book there are talks about how people have multiple debt cuffs on them. It’s unacceptable that Fiona wouldn’t care about those who were beneath her. And if she really did, do you think this makes her character any more likable? And do you think that her turn around is a moment of triumph when we’re led to believe she ignored those people for YEARS?

I think the story itself just makes you shrivel at one moment in particular. Fiona purchases a sapphire kitten, which shatters. Classic Borderlands humor, right? This moment truly disturbed me but not in a way that Burch wanted but for the implications. Fiona spends money on bullshit she doesn’t want just to have it. Who else spent money on unneeded bullshit just to show wealth? Handsome Jack. And when you’re comparing your hero to the most vile villain from the series, I don’t think it’s a good sign. Especially since in canon Handsome Jack loved and cared for Butt Stallion. Unlike Fiona.

Even the breaking point moment of Fiona, the destruction of Rustville, felt shallow. Reading this, I couldn’t help but to go back to the moment of Helios’ destruction in Tales. It was such an incredible moment for Rhys, seeing the destruction of a place that was close to him, death of people who he knew and respected. And seeing this “reprise” of sorts with Fiona just felt shallow. At this point, Fiona was in Rustville around 3 times if I can recall? She met people but didn’t form any meaningful relationships (because Burch doesn’t want either of the sisters to have meaningful relationships besides each other) or got to know anyone better. These were all one off interactions with random people. Unlike Rhys, it wasn’t Fiona’s choice to destroy Rustville. It was only an act that she maybe sort of allowed to happen but it was an action of one rich woman. Fiona had no agency in her actions, there was nothing she could’ve done to neither prevent it nor cause it. Thirdly, Fiona is a Pandoran. She should know the carnage, death and destruction, as it is ingrained in Pandora’s system and society. For her to act so devastated and shocked, it simply doesn’t make sense.

Another thing is that this story really dumbs Fiona down, to the points that I couldn’t comprehend how dumb she was. She goes alone to Tetanus Wilds, even if with Sasha she’d have more chances. Especially since she was going to Gaige’s stash and let’s be real – Sasha knows guns, Fiona does not. Fiona goes to destroy Rustville without any weapons and without any protection which of course results in her basically getting killed. Fiona takes a leap of faith thinking she’d die in the ditch but forgets that Deathtrap can fly and catch her. How would she forget if she was tinkering with him before? The same way she’d forget her weapons it seems.

I also wanted to mention how it always made sense to me that Fiona and Sasha would have a falling out in some part of the story, so both of the sisters would become independent and chase their own destinies. It would require Burch to stop thinking of them as a singular character, which does not happen. This part in particular made me especially angry. A skilled writer would make Fiona’s overbearingness and constant promises to be a start of Sasha realizing she needs to live her own life, Fiona as well. Anthony Burch is not a skilled writer so nothing of such happens.

Within Debt Or Alive we don’t learn anything new regarding neither Fiona nor Sasha. We are spoon fed information that we already know, seeing characters we love either devolve to their pre-Tales state or make terrible, nonsensical decisions. There are no moments in which either of the sisters can breathe on their own. They are thrown into situations where something just has to happen. Thus, we don’t learn anything about them as people.

I also want to point out that the writing of Gaige is fine. I’ll talk more about this later but she truly was fine and I didn’t see issues with how her character was carried. Granted, I think it’s very hard to screw up writing Gaige but it’s Burch, he can do it all. I’m still sad that she’s a lonely outcast like in Borderlands 3 but in general, I didn’t have issues with either her writing or the story.

3. There will never be another Handsome Jack and the death of a good villain

Some of you have already started to roll your eyes at the mention of Handsome Jack but trust me, I have a point here to make. Whenever you hear people talk about Handsome Jack a special kind of sentence emerges – a villain you love to hate. I think this sentence is a great guide to creating your villain so that they’re impactful, fit the story, be likable enough to want to be with them but you’re happy when you get to kill them. And nothing made me feel like it’s a craft long gone than reading Debt Or Alive.

Countess Holloway is a nothing villain. She truly doesn’t represent anything and I can’t tell you anything of what she is as a person. Actually, it can boil down to one sentence – she’s rich and she’s evil. That’s all there is to her character but I guess it goes to show that even then, Burch cannot write women.

Going a little deeper, we gotta discuss the parts that make a good villain. I’m sorry for the comparisons to Handsome Jack but we really need to talk about what makes him great and what makes Holloway shallow.

On the surface level, the points are there. A villain needs to be connected to your heroes in a specific way, having an impact on their lives. Holloway does meet that quota, as she’s not only the motor for this story but also is actually the reason why Fiona and Sasha got rich in the first place. She is a vain person, who loves to live for shallow things and doesn’t care about the rest. From this point of view, we could think that Holloway serves as a reminder to Fiona and Sasha of “be careful who you can become” but neither of them have this revelation. Throughout the story, Fiona and Sasha basically do turn into Holloway, yet nothing of it is neither stated nor explored. It’s not a revelation that characters have, it’s what we think when we connect the dots.

When we start to think more, it all begins to fall apart. The key thing that lacks here is motivation. Looking back at Handsome Jack, it was clear how his goals were stated – he was a nobody who became somebody by his charisma and cunning ways. Now he projects his awful world views on others and it’s your job to stop him. There’s also the fact that his daughter Angel works for him and killing her for Jack is the breaking point. You see him be cruel, vain and abusive but you see his more “human” side that does not excuse his actions (I am looking away from Tales) but makes you understand how much of a terrible person he is and how he deserves to die. It’s effective and fantastic storytelling and his personality makes you want to be around him, even if he’s an awful person who deserves to die.

Let’s go back to Holloway and examine her as I described the traits of a good villain via Jack. Holloway’s motivation is that 7 years ago Gaige murdered her daughter Marcie and now she wants revenge on her. This is already a problem, as this is a passive goal. Holloway is presented as an arrogant woman who doesn’t like to get her hands dirty, hence she can’t kill Gaige on her own. Understandable but also she doesn’t seem very interested in it anyway? She wants to kill Gaige but passively. There’s a bounty on Gaige but Holloway doesn’t have a squad to look after her. Wouldn’t it be more interesting if Holloway had people looking for Gaige and when they die she swiftly replaces them with another one? It would be active but instead we’re presented this information as “well, maybe Gaige dies or maybe she doesn’t, idk, it’s alright either way”.

Another point is that Holloway is a very shallow character. In general, yes but in her actions too. What do we really know about her? She is rich, vain, vengeful, powerful and likes to spend money on frivolous things. Sure but that’s so basic you could tell this about so many other villains it wouldn’t make a difference. There is nothing in her nor in her behavior that would be an indicator of any interesting persona or character. Holloway just exists and we’re told that she’s evil. Wonderful character writing, gotta say.

We’re introduced to Countess Holloway in a way that she is the potential buyer of the Typhon DeLeon Vaultlander figure. Why would she want this? We’re not told nor shown. Thinking of it logically, we could say that it’s supposed to show us that Holloway likes to spend money on whatever bullshit she wants, which is fair. But wouldn’t it make it more sense if after the death of her child, Holloway became obsessed with Vault Hunters, knowing the murderer of her child became one? How did she start researching stories of Vault Hunters and think about how much she hates them, which would lead to her gaining knowledge? This way, Holloway could’ve been prepared for the attacks of Vault Hunters and Vault Hunter wannabes, since she would predict it all. Or even set a lure with a promise of amazing loot. Nothing like this happens.

Even the death of Marcie isn’t exactly a driving point to Holloway. When Angel dies in Borderlands 2, you see the impact it has on Handsome Jack. You know he’s an abusive parent yet even within this, he still acts as sort of father of the year type and constantly manipulates you, saying this is your fault. For Holloway, it seemed that the death of her child just happened and yeah, she’s pissed but you know, things happen. She doesn’t mention who Marcie was, even in her shallow understanding of it. It could’ve made a very interesting character bit where she would tell lies about Marcie, as she was more of a commodity to and of Holloway than anything else. Instead, Marcie’s death isn’t really a drive for Holloway, it’s just a thing that happened and she’s kinda bummed about this.

Is Holloway an imposing force, a ticking clock of sorts? No, she is not. We’re told that during all their stay on Eden-5 (again, around 4 or 5 years), Fiona and Sasha are neighbors with Holloway and nothing is done with it. They’re not anxious that she could strike at any moment or that she could catch Gaige. They don’t care about Gaige actually. That’s why Holloway makes a very poor villain in the imposing sense. There’s no impact of hers and her power felt throughout the book, when Fiona and Sasha can happily live next to her and nothing happens.

The only interesting display of her power is during the gala at Fiona and Sasha’s place, where Holloway shows that she can very easily change the whole Elite’s perspectives regarding the sisters. Yes, it’s a good moment for Holloway but it also truly makes me think how shallow she is as a character. First, the fact that Fiona fell for the Claptrap Vaultlander is another testament of how dumbed down she was. Burch, you made a whole joke about how Claptrap sucks at the beginning and how Fiona hates him, the least you could do was to think that she’d immediately throw this away (especially since you’ve established that Fiona is frivolous with her possessions now).

Second, it’s such a bait and switch moment for Holloway and the whole Elite. I get what it was trying to accomplish, it was for us to see that the Elites are stupid and will follow anyone as it goes. But wouldn’t it be better that out of her hatred for Fiona and Sasha she would work behind the scenes, telling other Elites how they are just stupid Pandorans who can’t achieve anything? It could’ve been a carefully plotted plan with instances that the blackmail was happening hinted at throughout the story but that would require the time when Fiona and Sasha spent on Eden-5 to mean something (it does not) and Holloway to have an ounce of personality and planning skills (she does not).

Another thing that Holloway for me lacks is the backstory. To create a good villain you must make us believe that they had a reason to do all that so we can hate them even more. I think in general, Borderlands does a great job with this, with Knoxx, Handsome Jack, of course, Colonel Zarpedon and the twins. But Holloway? We do not know anything about Holloway’s life. It was probably done so the billionaire character is just a shallow representation of this world but it makes for a very boring and one note character. We don’t know how she got this money, if she lived all her life like this and hates outsiders who she thinks are unworthy of this. Or is it a thing she got later in life thus is so cutthroat about this because she doesn’t wanna go back to poverty. No, you just get a one note shallow villain with no motivation and nothing to play off of.

Even her death is such a nothing death too. Throughout the book we see everyone trying to get at her and eliminate her and not succeed. It’s why Gaige is here, it’s a whole moral dilemma for Fiona and Sasha to grasp upon. As much as Holloway is baiting them to do this but calling them cowards and the sisters just lamenting over how they should’ve done this, you’d think Holloway would get her way. Possibly being quite literally torn to shreds by the sisters, Gaige and the poor people of Eden-5. I mean, it’s Borderlands, deaths like these could happen! But no, she just falls to her death. Even Gaige didn’t deserve to get a shot at her, it seems.

4. The themes of why all billionaires deserve to die or lack therefore of

In a now deleted tweet, Anthony Burch describes Debt Or Alive as a book about how “all billionaires deserve to die”. Why he had deleted this, I have no idea and I’m not here to speculate. However, I did not forget this tweet and throughout reading Debt Or Alive I kept reminding myself of itt. It should be the credo of this book, right? Or at least it once was. That is why, I wanted to simply sit down and speculate, what does this tweet actually mean for the themes of this book.

(This screen isn’t mine, I didn’t get to screenshot it when it was up)

I am a leftist, my politics are very much so on the left. My expertise lies in environmental issues and I know less about socio-economics but it’s fine because it seems that Anthony Burch himself doesn’t know much about this. Hence while reading Debt Or Alive, I asked myself the same question over and over. Let’s say I’m a person who likes Borderlands, likes Fiona and Sasha, isn’t too involved in politics and now I read Debt Or Alive – will this book convince me to learn more of the theory or think that all billionaires should die? In a way yes but in none of the right meaning of such speculations.

On the planet of Eden-5, it seems that life is determined by money and social status. Even the smallest crimes (or rather inconveniences towards the wealthy) will result in you getting a debt cuff. The imagery is already very ham-fisted but let’s go forward with this idea. What are the debt cuffs? I can’t really tell you how they work. While reading I couldn’t have deduced how exactly they operate with that premise.

First thing is that a person can have multiple debt cuffs but it is never specified if the cuffs ever reach their limit in amount of money on it. As we see Fiona and Sasha get their cuffs and then we learnt you can get multiple, it truly got me thinking – how is that possible? How is it possible to get another, if the screens are digital (and they are described to be digital) how can they reach the limit and be forced to get another? In a highly technological society like Borderlands, nonetheless? How are the body parts chosen for this process? Fiona gets one on her ankle (I think, either this or arm, I forgot) but Sasha gets one on her neck. There are people who have so many cuffs they can’t walk anymore. How can they have so many?

Truth be told, we won’t learn anything about the cuffs or how people operate with them. We simply know they are very common and every citizen of Rustville is described to wear one. Even children, in an incredibly not subtle way, are described to wear “debt cuffs 4 kidz!”. We’re told the cuffs are very heavy but people live with them. We won’t learn who manufactures them, who is in charge of the law to give them away. We’re not even told about the ones who have paid their debt without help from Fiona and Sasha.

The moment when the book takes us to debt prison and the guard says there are some prisoners who can’t even walk because of their cuffs, I realized what these truly were. The cuffs were nothing but the least subtle visualization for us for the statuses of Eden-5 citizens. A literal ball and chain to be exact. For me it just serves as a very ham-fisted metaphor for what could’ve been an interesting concept. We could’ve seen someone pay up their debt but the cuff stays on because the Elites don’t want anyone to be free. We could’ve seen Elites wearing some as a “fashion statement”, mocking the suffering of the lower class. We could’ve seen an Elite who has an actual debt cuff and can’t pay it away, resulting in them hiding it from others. We could’ve had anything but the complete disregard Fiona and Sasha had for their workers and not realizing all of them wear at least one.

For all it’s worth, the book has a very black and white approach towards wealth and money, one that is very unusual for Borderlands. Though we get the usual for Borderlands “everyone is an asshole”, we have such a divide between Rusters and the Elites, it’s hard to mistake it for anything else. Because of this, world building suffers with this incredibly. There are only the poorest people around or the richest people around. There is no nuance or a conversation, there is either this or that. Even Gaige doesn’t offer any insider information towards it, even if she was born and raised there. Nowhere does her very outspoken politics mention the structures and Elites of Eden-5 which she should be completely against. And the fact that she knew Marcie and that she doesn’t wear any debt cuffs that are omnipresent on Eden-5 and the fact that Elites don’t want anything to do with Rusters makes me wonder – is Gaige actually rich? Because everything shows this, and if so, great work, Burch on creating a character whose identity is all over the place.

That was my big issue with showing the problems of wealth and social structures it creates. With no middle class, the conversation lacks another point of view. There are either the wealthiest around or the completely poorest lowest class imaginable. With getting rid of the middle, Burch fails to show us how daily life operates and robs us of the potential conversation. Where are the people who chase wealth and fortune? Where are those who would betray their whole class just to have that taste of top dog life? The only thing we are offered in this conversation are Face and Pick (you don’t have to know anything about them), who want to give Fiona and Sasha away for Holloway, just for the money. But that’s treated as a plot twist, rather than an actual plot point and the siblings already paralleled Fiona and Sasha, so there’s no conversation, just a very shallow shock.

Another point is how the Elites are presented to us. The Elites are the villains, of course and just like billionaires in real life, they aren’t good people. It’s more of how they are presented to us or lack of such presentation. Debt Or Alive doesn’t show us insides to the minds of the Elites because frankly, they don’t have any. I do understand that Burch wanted to show that these are stupid, cruel people, I get it, but even in real life, billionaires are stupid but not necessarily unintelligent.

In the book, we don’t see much of Elites, actually. We see them on the gala Fiona constructed and on Holloway’s gala at the end. At first, they are mindless people who cannot think for themselves. They’re either doing what Fiona wants or what Holloway wants. Secondly, they are quite literally used as meat shields for our heroes to hide behind. So in all senses, they have no personalities, either as a group or individuals. I think the biggest crime is that even in their rich years, Fiona and Sasha don’t interact with the Elites. We could see them be cruel to the lower class citizens, purposefully making them do things that would rank up their debt. We could see them spending money on idiotic things which Fiona and Sasha would point out as dumb. We could even have descriptions of Holloway’s house that are garish and grotesque because she has so much money, she doesn’t know how to spend it anymore.

Truly, the only billionaires whose mind we can read are actually Fiona and Sasha. But for this kind of story, you need a strawman, which is absent. I genuinely thought that Gaige could become their strawman but their relationship is so shallow and so one note I quickly realized it’s impossible. In stories like this, usually when the protagonists become rich and get to make stupid, meaningless purchases, there are already signs that something like this is bad. And though there are plenty of moments in which the girls make stupid choices over their greed, it takes them so damn long to wake up from that dream.

There’s also no critique of overconsumption or consumerism in general. It should be an easy task, regarding how Fiona and Sasha spend their money but though we never see the effects on them, for example throwing away new things or we don’t see the workers (besides that one lady) in such conditions. It’s all a very interesting subject that is brushed away at rich ladies’ boredom. Though we are told that these purchases are stupid, we aren’t given an answer to what they should do instead. And the only point of activism Fiona and Sasha do is to finally free the workers from cuffs. Took them long enough.

I simply can’t understand why this plot even had to involve the sisters, since it truly makes them worse by association. All throughout Tales we hear that Fiona and Sasha hate Hyperion and don’t want anything to do with Rhys. It’s a fair assessment, they’re Pandoran and Hyperion destroyed Pandora as they knew it and is personification of greed. So… Why were they so eager to live a rich and boring life? Was their issue only with Hyperion? Even more so, why were they so hateful regarding Hyperions? For all we know, Rhys is just a simple white collar worker who also gets screwed over by the system, yet they hate him for being part of the system even when it’s to also get by. Reading this story, I had a feeling that Fiona and Sasha simply hated Rhys for being a white collar worker and they had no problems with greed and destruction of lives via riches.

The story also really doesn’t want to take sides in this whole debacle. Fiona and Sasha lose all their money and want to start a revolution, killing all the Elites. This thought isn’t given any time to sink in or develop. At some point, the sisters realize no, we shouldn’t kill the Elites because that is how we’re gonna liberate the people, with their money. But then Gaige tells them they’re wrong? It’s very all over the place and the story really doesn’t want to take sides in this.

That does make me think, what kind of impact will this story even have on both Fiona and Sasha? All in all, it seemed that they didn’t learn anything. They have to be on the run because the Elites want them dead but also they’re still into the riches and spoils of the Vault. Since Rhys is rich now, wouldn’t they not want to associate with him? Or are we gonna play the “not all rich people” card? I love Rhys and I actually like fictional rich people. But while writing a story like this, you have to stick with your principals and make them call out Rhys’ practices, not side with him because he’s one of the good guys. You can’t lead a revolution and then make puppy eyes towards a rich capitalist.

I have left out the discussion of race, because I am white and I feel like this isn’t my place to be talking about this. Don’t listen to me regarding this, listen to people of color. I want to, however, point out that Burch stayed within the racial ambiguity of Fiona and Sasha and their racial identity is not spoken of, while we learn the ethnic identities of two white characters (Gaige and Felix). Not to mention that I can criticize that having two women of color be painted as rich assholes and drawing parallels between Fiona and Handsome Jack who is in canon called a fascist is incredibly insensitive. And within the revolution literally having them be called out on being “outsiders who want to lead revolution that isn’t theirs and they talk over the native people” is so bad I can’t believe Burch thought of this.

All in all, would this book convince me that all billionaires should die? With its heavy-handed metaphors and subtlety equal to a trainwreck, I truly don’t think it would. It’s a mess of themes and missed chances on having actually said something regarding the fact that billionaires should not exist and that they are vapid people who can’t look out for others. The story is just complicated when those people you criticize are also your protagonists, like Fiona and Sasha here.

We could’ve had interesting stories of class struggle and differences. The Elites could’ve been destroying the land, long before that laser hit Rustville. Destruction of land and resources for people to live is one of the oppression strategies real life rich people do. And just like the environmental issues won’t be solved with only everyday people making a change, it doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try to make things better. Write better stories with better themes. Maybe it’s just a tie-in novel for a game from 10 years ago but it could’ve said something instead of giving us a caricature of a rich person who spends money on little whale serving dishes.

See how I mentioned my passion for environmental issues at the beginning and it came back here? Set up and pay off. Something this book lacks.

5. Writing not just a better story but A Story in general

I am a writer. Sure, I write fanfiction but that doesn’t disqualify what I’m about to say. Not everyone is a showrunner, you need screenwriters too. What is this book if not officially commissioned fanfiction regarding Fiona and Sasha? When I myself am writing a story to explore, I always ask myself what is my theme, what am I building towards. Every story is fundamentally about change, right? That was why, when I stopped asking myself if I think all billionaires should die, I started asking myself – what did I gain from reading this story? What did the characters gain from this story being told? The answer is actually nothing.

Some of you probably had thought “this is just a tie-in novel to the games, it’s not supposed to be high art” and I agree with this but it is supposed to be art, no matter what. You could’ve said the same thing about the original Tales From The Borderlands, it’s nothing but an addendum to the main stories within the Borderlands. Yet, it moved a lot of people, inspired them, wanted them to create and follow the stories of these characters. For years, I’ve seen people longing for a story of Fiona and Sasha post Tales and this is what we get. Maybe in this regard Debt Or Alive is a high art, since it’s been making me nothing but angry these past couple of days. Or maybe it truly is a nothing piece of art, since at the end of the day, the feelings are just of shallowness.

Coming back to the fact that every story needs change to be worthwhile, I mean it even in the smallest of sense. It doesn’t have to be a huge change, but there has to be one no matter what. After I read Debt Or Alive I realized there was completely no change involved in the process. We start this book with Fiona and Sasha not knowing where they are in life and at the end, they decide to be Vault Hunters. You can say it is a substantial change but think about it like this – it’s the same kind of character arc they’ve had in the original Tales From The Borderlands.

Nothing had changed, they’re still at the same point they were almost 10 years ago when we finished episode 5. What Burch does is a classic shitty storytelling technique of the sequel that is just forgetting everything that had happened before and rehashing the character arc from the first one, just worse. Fiona goes from a self-reassured con-artist to a confident Vault Hunter. Sasha goes from a closed off younger sister to someone with agency. Those are the same kinds of stories we’ve already been told but when there’s no one to bounce off of, you realize that the sisters didn’t need this journey to realize it, they just needed to think for 15 minutes.

There’s also no change to the dynamics between Fiona and Sasha, and every attempt at it is shallow and pointless. At the beginning, we see Fiona being anxious that Sasha literally died before her eyes. Fiona is basically patronizing, Sasha goes Vault hunting but dislikes this, goes back and they make up. There’s no sense of change between them or maturity. I’ve already discussed the sense that their “class consciousness” is meaningless when they at the beginning were lower class. But even between each other, it’s the same song and dance. Fiona is a little overprotective, Sasha wants to show that she’s not just the younger sister. I’ve seen this already, Burch, you’ve told me this in Tales.

It doesn’t help that Fiona and Sasha really are treated constantly as the same entity, so their “changes” just don’t appear. They’re bound by the hip, unable to grow because of their limitations of the relationship. It’s too bad that a story about siblings has to treat them like they can’t exist without each other, when it could be an interesting story about independence. What if Sasha decides that Vault hunting is for her and actually goes away with Gaige? What if Fiona realizes that she’s been too caught up in her sister’s life that she forgot how to live her own? Those are all interesting questions that get tossed off the window, when you realize you have to do Tales but worse.

Just like that, the sisters can’t form any meaningful relationship. Not with the cardboard cutouts of the supporting cast, not with Gaige, there really is nothing. Fiona and Sasha don’t interact with their environment in an interesting way, it’s just a ham-fisted need to show that rich people are bad. Yes, I know they’re bad, I just want to see them discover it on their own. But we get nothing.

You can also argue that Sasha’s story regarding Rhys is just a rehash. As I’ve said, I was never a fan of this couple but I can’t imagine being satisfied with a solution that Burch brings to the table. Through the story, we see Sasha denying her feelings, not being ready for a relationship until Fiona steps in and says “actually, you are or you’re not” and off-screen we see that Sasha decided on their relationship. It’s truly insulting to see the “will they, won’t they” scenario with adult people and solved not before us.

What you have to understand is that this period of life that we’re seeing, with Fiona and Sasha is not a brief period of time. Maybe Burch doesn’t want exact numbers but this is clear when you think about a certain fact – Rhys has a mustache. I’m bringing this up because in Borderlands 3, Lor is actually surprised to see him like this, which means that the Maliwan invasion is well on its way. Which Rhys doesn’t bring up, of course. But deducing from this single comment we can calculate that between the beginning of the book and the ending, 4 or 5 years had happened. That is a damn long time and the fact that during this Fiona and Sasha do not resolve anything, do not develop and only go forth with their very surface level resolution is just a slap in the face.

We finished when we had started – it’s just that Burch doesn’t want you to realize that we had started at the ending. And this itself has consequences that he doesn’t ever want to acknowledge.

6. Show me my silver lining

I think at this point it’s very clear to see that I very much so didn’t enjoy this book. It’s just that I can’t bring myself to give a fully negative review, when there is one thing that I have to actually compliment. That thing is the arc of Gaige and what she’s been through in this book.

How we see Gaige is an actual arc and change of the character. We start with her being petty and bitter, returning to her home planet of Eden-5 for revenge. She wants to kill Holloway for destroying her and especially for the fact that she had imprisoned her father. We see Gaige’s smarts play the role against Fiona and we actually see the unbeatable Vault Hunter lose. Her father died at the prison. She has to hide, plotting her revenge. At the opportunity to bring her father back with the life crystal, she takes it immediately. But when it fails, Gaige is avoidant and quiet. Not wanting to see that she had failed yet again.

What was a terrible point in Fiona’s characterization, the destruction of Rustville, is the moment where Gaige shines through. Being presented with a choice by Holloway, she actually altruistically chooses to get caught, so she won’t hurt anyone. Sure, Holloway doesn’t keep her promise but it’s what Gaige is doing what is important. Instead of her usual snarky demeanor, we see her give up, something she had never done on her own. And in prison we see her still fighting for her life, screaming at the top of her lungs, even if at that point both her father and Deathtrap are gone.

The one genuinely great moment was when at the gala, Gaige gets a chance to open up about her feelings to her ECHOtube (I think that was what it was called?) subscribers. She talks about her love for her dad and how much he meant to her. How she misses him but wants to avenge him and wants him to be proud of her. It’s a very powerful moment, in my opinion, the best in all of the book. Gaige, surrounding herself with cheap thrills and adventures, seeks something that is real and opens up. It’s a beautiful moment of humanity for her that is just lovely to see.

Why she decided to take up the job of a party planner, I have no idea. Even with her explanation it still didn’t mean much to me. Thinking of how sad and once more, avoidant and lonely she ends up in Borderlands 3 does make me feel regret but I wanna hold onto that moment. Of Gaige’s sass and positive spirit, the only thing that made me go through that book.

Also there was a moment in which Rhys admits that he had a voice surgery. Made me go “what the fuck” at first but then I kinda laughed. Nobody needed that but whatever. Also fuck Troy Baker, all my homies hate Troy Baker.

7. Lightning round of criticism

Having said all of that and more about this book, this little section is about criticisms I had but didn’t want to dedicate a whole section to them. It’s just a list of things that bothered me as hell there but that will be shorter to sum up:

- The humor of this book was unbearable. After several of those “jokes” you could very easily predict how the next one would go. It’s one person making a statement, another person contradicting it and then the outcome is a contradiction or first person admitting to the contradiction. Imagine this dry explanation but repeated over and over again and you get at least 40% of the whole dialogue. I don’t think it’s a good thing when you can sum up your entire humor in a descriptions like this

- The new side characters are so paper thin, I cannot tell you anything about them. I can guarantee that if you ask me who they are in a month or two, I simply won’t know. All of them were characterized by a gimmick and not given anything real to do. The sisters, too, don’t have interesting interactions with them. Side characters here exist for cheap scenes that sorta progress the bad plot. In the words of a streamer Oboeshoesgames “Katagawa Jr. What a crazy character. He’s almost as memorable as Chet Smith.”

- The way this book handled Rhys is horrendous. Equated to the kicked puppy who desperately wants Sasha’s attention, constantly described as stupid and worthless and then acting like a teenager when he’s pushing 30. I don’t think Borderlands 3 ruined Rhys. I don’t think New Tales ruined Rhys. But this? This is the worst written Rhys I’ve seen in years

- Speaking of, Burch trying his damn hardest to write as if he’s a gen z person throws out words that make him look like Steve Buscemi “how do you do fellow kids” moment. In one moment, he even calls Rhys a himbo. Burch, do you know what words even mean

- The narration style suffers from “tell don’t show”. Look at this example, here. Not only is this just flat out bad writing, we don’t need to be told three different times how badly Holloway treats people. A good writer would just show it to us via her actions towards her staff and juxtapose it with how Fiona treats her staff but of course, none of this happens

- Being a video game writer, Burch doesn’t know how to progress a story. For him, the more important things are side quests and instant gratifications, not real emotional bits. The story rushes to the next point and leaves no room for you to breathe. You can’t spend time with those characters, you can’t learn anything new because you have to do another thing

- Maybe that’s just me but I hate the non descriptive narration style. The world of Eden-5 feels shallow and pointless because the sisters don’t explore it and we don’t get any descriptions of it. Those are just empty phrases of wealth and dirt and nothing else

- Last but certainly not least, I gotta ask, what the hell was Burch thinking with making this healing watch be the same thing as the healing crystal from New Tales? I always hated the deus ex machina of the watch but here it just had gotten ridiculous. It makes no sense, it’s a contrived way to bring it together. How does it connect? We never know, it is never explored. Maybe in Borderlands 50 or something

8. Conclusion

I hated this book. I wish I could’ve said something more profound but sometimes being direct is better – I truly hated this book and I won’t consider this canon to the Borderlands storyline. You can take my word that the canon won’t acknowledge it either. It’s a shallow cash grab directed at people who love Fiona and Sasha, engineered to be as meaningless as it could be and not to say anything either about its themes or its characters. It’s not a character study. It’s not a jumping off point for meaningful class structures and struggles discussion. It’s not even a fun popcorn adventure for fans of the series. With huge letters stating that it was written by the writer of Borderlands 2, I think we gotta ask – maybe it’s time to stop relying on the past and have someone write a spectacular story on par and better than Borderlands 2? Just anyone but Anthony Burch.

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The moment it clicks

Hi everyone!

There are already so many amazing fanfics out there featuring Haru, but I decided to challenge myself and write confession scenes for all the ghouls in short stories. So here’s my version of Haru’s story, where our MC, named Hana in this piece, finally gets a chance to spend some quality time together after weeks of interruptions.

After a series of unexpected interruptions, they finally get a moment to connect and share something meaningful.

And now, here's the fluffy stuff. Enjoy!

This time, everything had to go right. For two weeks, poor Haru had been trying to find a quiet moment to talk to you, but circumstances kept forcing either him or you to interrupt the conversation.

Two days ago, when he thought nothing could go wrong, and just as he reached for your hand to give weight to his words, Peekaboo, who had been snuggled comfortably in Haru’s baby carrier, threw up everything in his tiny stomach, evenly distributing it over both of you. What should have been the moment for him to finally pour his heart out ended in a comedic situation, full of laughter and disgust. Instead, he had to send you home and return to his dorm to clean up both Peekaboo and himself. He adored the little guy, but honestly, there couldn't have been a worse time for stomach trouble.

As Haru walked back across campus towards Jabberwock, he saw you in the distance, standing at Sho’s food truck, chatting with Sho and Subaru. He paused for a moment, watching the scene. You were beaming as you accepted the food from Sho, and Haru couldn’t help but wish that he were the reason behind that radiant smile on your face.

He had admired you ever since you first came to help at Jabberwock. Your determination and work ethic proved that he had found a truly invaluable assistant. But there was something more. Your unfathomable kindness towards both humans and anomalies stirred feelings in him that he thought were long forgotten. How could someone going through such a difficult situation as you still carry so much patience and love inside them?

When Haru finally realized the depth of his feelings for you, he was unsure what to do with himself for a long time. You spent a lot of time at Jabberwock, even helping out in your free time when assigned to other houses, but did he even dare to hope that your frequent visits had anything to do with him?

Despite his easygoing nature, Haru was far too humble to think that you might see him any differently than everyone else. Besides, he couldn’t help but notice that several of the other ghouls were starting to look at you in a way that suggested they, too, had begun to harbor feelings. Sooner or later, they would surely make their move. After all, who would miss the chance to hold onto someone as special as you?

This longing was so palpable that Haru decided to give in to it. If he were to lose you to someone else, he at least wanted to make sure you knew how much you and your time together meant to him. There wouldn’t be another opportunity for this confession if your heart had already been claimed by someone else. Whatever your answer might be, he’d accept it.

As he stood there, absentmindedly scratching the back of his neck, he suddenly felt two large hands on his shoulders, startling him so much that he nearly jumped.

“Aaaah, Towa! Don’t sneak up on me like that!” He turned around and looked up at Towa, who was happily humming to himself. Haru’s reaction seemed to amuse him. “I’ve told you before, this sneaking up on people thing could really end badly one day. What are you even doing here at this hour? Shouldn’t you be watching over the herd in the field?”

Towa chuckled softly and shook his head, then pointed toward where Haru had been staring dreamily just moments ago. You were now standing at a high table with Subaru and Haku, who had joined you while Haru was distracted.

“Hm? Were you looking for Hana?” Haru asked, confused. Towa scrunched up his face and shook his head again. Still humming, he gently placed his hands on Haru’s shoulders and began to push him in your direction.

“Hey hey hey, Towa! What are you doing?! I don’t have time for this, and I wasn’t even planning on going over there!” But Haru’s words were in vain. Towa continued to steer him toward your table, and Haru knew that resisting was pointless. Towa was far too strong to break free from his grip.

“Oh, Haru, Towa! It’s so nice to see you!” When the two Jabberwock ghouls came into your view, you couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear. “I was planning to come by and see you guys after I finished eating. Do you want something? The food here is amazing!”

Towa, with an eerily quick and skillful move, took Haru’s baby carrier—with Peekaboo still inside—strapped it onto himself, and waved goodbye to you all as he headed back toward Jabberwock.

Haru stared after Towa, completely baffled, before turning back to you and the group with a sheepish grin. “Hahaha... I honestly have no idea what got into Towa, but it seems he really wanted to see you, Hana. Hello, Haku and Subaru. Sorry about this, I didn’t mean to crash your little get-together.”

Haku gave a knowing smile and shook his head. “No worries. I wasn’t planning to stay long anyway. Subaru, are you coming back to the dorm after this? There are some documents I’d like to go over with you.”

Subaru blinked, looking between Haku, Haru, and then you, as if something suddenly clicked. “Ah, yes, of course. Thanks for reminding me.” He wiped his mouth with a napkin. “Excuse me, this is a little embarrassing, but I completely forgot about that. Let’s go now, Haku. I can finish eating back at the dorm. See you later, Hana!”

Both you and Haru watched the two leave, equally confused. Haru turned to you apologetically. “I can’t shake the feeling that this is somehow my fault. Sorry, that wasn’t my intention.”

You shook your head with a reassuring smile. “Oh, it’s fine. Subaru and Haku are really busy. It’s not uncommon for him to rush off for Hotarubi’s duties. You know how that is as a captain better than anyone.”

Haru chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck again. “Yeah, you’re right about that. Well, now that your company’s gone, I suppose I owe it to you to stick around, huh?”

“You sure do. Grab something to eat! We haven’t eaten together in ages!” With your cute expression, Haru couldn’t resist, so he gave in and headed over to the food truck to get himself something as well. With a steaming bowl of food in hand, he returned to join you.

As you ate, you talked about the tasks you still had to complete for the day and laughed a lot while speculating what Jabberwock might look like if Ren or Towa had all the resources they needed to run things. When you were both done, you disposed of your trash and started walking toward the safari park together.

“You’ve been wanting to talk to me about something for a while now. What’s it about?” You looked up at Haru, curiosity in your eyes. That knot of anxiety tightened in your chest as you saw him avert his gaze, laughing nervously.

“Aaaah, you know... I’m not sure if this is the right time. We could always find another moment to—”

“Nope.” You came to an abrupt stop, gently grabbing his arm. You were now standing just outside the entrance to the safari park. “We’ve been trying to do this for so long, and something always gets in the way. Who knows what might happen in Jabberwock next? Come on. Talk to me.”

You tried your best not to sound pleading, but Haru surely noticed the slight tremor in your voice. He looked down at the ground, seeming a little sad, but then glanced back up at you.

“I’d hoped I’d look a bit more presentable when I finally talked to you about this, but... well, there’s no point putting it off...”

“I like you, Hana.”

Your heart began to race as warmth spread through you, filling you with joy. “I like you too, Haru!”

“Hahaha, that’s sweet, but you don’t understand. I really like you. Your kindness, your compassion... even the anomalies in the park adore you, especially Peekaboo. And me... well, I like everything about you. So much that it’s hard to think of anything else. I just wanted to tell you that before...”

You stepped closer, looking into his still-troubled face. “And how is that any different from the way I like you?”

“Well, I thought I came across to you more like a... Wait.” Haru froze as the realization hit him, and excitement flickered across his face. “Are you serious?”

“Jokester. Of course I’m serious. That’s something I’d never joke about.” Although his question confused you a little, the happiness in you far outweighed it. “I’ve been hoping you’d see me the same way I see you.”

“But why didn’t you ever say anything? I had no ide—” Before he could finish, you wrapped your arms gently around his neck, pulling him closer. With a warm gaze and a soft smile, you tried to ease away the doubts that seemed to be haunting him. The initial shock of your sudden touch faded, and Haru finally relaxed into the embrace, wrapping his arms around your waist. A relieved smile slowly spread across his face.

He leaned down and tilted his head slightly, pressing his lips tenderly to yours. It was perhaps the most wonderful feeling you had ever experienced, and you eagerly returned his kiss. As your lips parted, he gently trailed kisses from the corner of your mouth, along your cheek, to your ear.

You stayed in each other’s arms for a little while longer until your vibrating phones pulled you back to reality. A bit reluctantly, you both pulled away and silenced your alarms. “Time to go milk the cows...” Haru muttered, sounding disappointed.

“While I go feed the new arrival in the enclosure.”

Haru put his phone away, reached up, and gently held the back of your neck, pulling you close enough to plant a soft kiss on your forehead. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”

You stroked his cheek, then turned toward the park entrance. “You’ve got your own charms, you know?” You grinned at him and offered him your hand. “Shall we?”

#tokyo debunker #haru sagara #tdb #haru sagara x reader #fanfic

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Snippet: Homeroom Miruko x Red Flag (Deus MHA AU) Part 6

(UA Staff chatroom)

Caerbannog: @Everybody Bakugou Katsuki should NOT be allowed to enroll into any hero school. Ever.

RatOverlord: So he isn’t secretly good at manipulating the staff into giving him glowing reviews?

NightOwl: Nezu, don’t scare away our new staff before the school year has started.

NightOwl: Miruko, deets. Now.

Momnight: Hey that’s my line! Where did you learn to talk like that?

NightOwl: You, Midnight.

Momnight: Understandable, please continue.

Caerbannog: Well, the tldr version is that I was walking towards the school, chilling while eating my icecream, when I just hear an explosion and see a blackened notebook fly out the window.

Caerbannog: And lo and behold, I hear a kid ranting about a quirkless kid for even daring to apply to UA like him. (No prizes for guessing who the 2 kids in question are.)

NightOwl: Sounds like a problem child already.

Caerbannog: And I hear the most fucked up thing from the Katsuki kid. And this is a quote that I’m typing with such anger that I’m surprised the phone screen isn’t cracked.

RatOverlord: You can thank Power Loader for the modifications to our hardware and software, but please continue.

Caerbannog: “If you want a Quirk so badly, I got an idea. Just dive off the roof and pray for a Quirk in your next life.”

Caerbannog: He’s basically everything the Table hates with a passion. Not sure if I dislike Endeavor or this bully more.

RatOverlord: … All who agree to help perform an unpleasantness, say aye.

NightOwl: Aye, I’ll help Miruko gather info about him and the school.

Momnight: Aye, need help to detain (read: abduct) someone, u know how to reach me.

Alucard: Aye, I’ll check online for others in the area with weak or villainous Quirks that have faced discrimination from him or the school.

Bunshin: Aye.

KingBumi: Aye.

Exosuit: Aye, I’ll hack their servers n see what dirt I can dig up.

Macarena: Aye, I’ll keep an ear out during my radio show for such stories that’re submitted, get the word out.

Mercy: Aye.

SPACE!: Aye.

BigGoodDoggo: @RatOverlord If they get in, I want Midoriya to have a session with me. Preferably immediately after orientation. Please let your class attend @NightOwl, at least let them know I’m here before giving the kid (and any others like him) trauma. Also aye.

ShokuKing: Aye, I’ll make bento boxes for all your stakeouts. Miruko gets extra carrot soup and Eraser gets stronger coffee.

NightOwl: There’s stronger coffee? And no one told me!?

Cowboy: Can’t I just shoot him? Aye.

RatOverlord: @BigGoodDoggo Granted. @NightOwl Consider this an order, attend orientation with your FULL class of 20 students. Your expulsion scare can come after. @Cowboy Snipe, no.

Cowboy: Snipe, YES!

RatOverlord: At least let me make a plan to hide our involvement first.

Caerbannog:…

NightOwl: And we’ve scared her off. Great.

Caerbannog: You guys are the BEST! Where have yall been all my life!? I’m so in!

NightOwl: Nevermind, this is worse.

onePUNCH!: What is going on with this chat group.

Mercy: Word of advice All Might. If you can't beat them, join them.

Mercy: Welcome to hell, fellow demon. We like to have fun here.

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First/Last/Next

And here's part 6, in a chat fic format. And now Deus's Red Flag AU has the original idea where Katsuki's red flags are shown and the consequences that occur.

I had fun thinking about the nicknames everyone can use in the chat.

I'm up for suggestions for how the other teachers can help bring Katsuki and Aldera down.

#au fic #writing practice #homeroom teacher miruko au #red flag au #chat fic

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Distant Sparks (Miguel O'Hara x Reader)

This was once again the winner of my most recent poll and WOO you guys are in for a treat! Unlike my usual one-shots so far, I am planning to make this into a series! I'm not sure how many parts this series will have but I am psyched!! Anyways, enough babbling and to the story!

tw: mention of bullying (past experience), cold Miguel, mention of Gabriella

wc: 661

->pt1<- pt2

Enjoy~ <3 (comment to be added to the tag list for this series)

You strolled happily down the halls of spider society with the biggest smile plastered to your face. You were a new Spiderwoman and you’d been accepted into the society only 2 months after being bit by your spider. Right now you are carrying this week's anomaly reports to take to Miguel. You had only met him twice. Once when you were recruited, and a second time when he called you to his office to give you your first mission. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t more than a little excited to see him again.

As you approached Miguel’s lab? Office? Surveillance room? Whatever it was, you stood there and inhaled a sharp breath before excitedly scurrying in, papers in hand.

“Hey, Miguel!” Miguel keeps his eyes focused on the screens in front of him. He has no interest in you yet and barely acknowledges you with a quiet, ‘Hm?’

“Jess said she had to take care of an important matter and asked if I’d drop these papers with you! I think she said that these are anomaly reports?” Miguel barely turns his head to inspect you for a moment from his platform before once again giving you a less-than-flattering response

“Thanks”

He webs the papers up to himself and flips through them, scanning through the details before setting them down and noticing that you are still there from the corner of his eye

“Unless you have anything else of importance to tell me, please leave”

His response is cold and you bite back your bottom lip. You had been treated worse than this before. On your earth, you had been a victim of relentless bullying throughout high school and even as you started college. No one here would even guess that you’d been through anything like that. You were so sweet and kind to everybody regardless of what was going on in your life.

“Actually… it’s nothing of importance really, but may I ask you a question?”

Miguel turns away from his work in annoyance and cocks a brow at you.

“Make it quick” You offer up a brighter smile as you begin your question.

“Well, the other spiders told me that it’s your birthday in three days and I was wondering what you would like for a gift?”

Miguel scoffs and rolls his eyes.

“Nothing. Don’t get me anything. Now leave. You’ve already been enough of a distraction”

Miguel turns back to his screens and you stand there for a moment, stuck on those words. You realize that Miguel no longer wants to talk so you shift on your feet and turn around.

As you walked back through the halls of spider society, you got lost in your thoughts.

“Don’t get me anything”

Those words replayed in your head and you pursed your lips together. What if you did get him something? Would he get angry and make you return it? If he didn’t want you to get him something then… your face absolutely lit up as you came up with the brightest idea.

What if I make him something?

That’s it! You were going to make this big grumpy spider a gift whether he wanted one or not! Because what kind of person would get rid of a handmade gift? They would have to be heartless to do that. And you knew he wasn’t. As much as he wanted to seem stone-cold and scary, you knew about what he had done when he replaced the version of him that had a daughter. But you also thought that it was a little endearing. Miguel hadn’t just seen an opportunity to live the life he wanted to live, he saw that a little girl was going to suffer because she would no longer have a father. To you, he was anything but heartless.

So that settled it. In 3 days, Miguel O'Hara was going to receive the best handmade gift he had ever been given in his entire life.

#miguel ohara #miguel 2099 #spiderman atsv #spiderman 2099 #miguel o hara #miguel x reader #atsv miguel #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara #minor angst #across the spiderverse #fluffy reader #miguel x you #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara x y/n #chapter 1

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Have you heard of PB’s vip special, Villainous Valentines or something? I don’t have vip but Olivia has a route and if the spoilers are true….her chapter opens with MC rejecting Liam’s proposal 😬😬

PB just cannot give that guy a break!

Sorry I got so late in responding to this, anon. The past few months have been packed IRL.

I'm kinda not surprised that the MC rejecting Liam's proposal was the opening they went for... though I'm very tickled by the prospect of TRR2 being a romantic starting point for Olivia x MC considering all Olivia did was mope about for Liam and disappear for 3/4ths of the tour 🤣🤣🤣

This isn't much compared to a lot of other shit they've already done to him tbh. I'd say PB did far far worse to Liam already - Kara and Jen just recently had written a "backstory" kinda TRR-story for the now-defunct Storyloom, claiming to explore "Liam's perspective" of the bachelor party in TRR1 Ch 1. In this they made several retcons, few of which I'm listing down:

1. Acc to this retcon, NY was a detour from a larger diplomatic tour, rather than something the group and Liam had actually planned to have his bachelor party at.

On the surface this seems like a good change, but it also excuses Liam's friends not arranging for things Liam actually liked for his own bachelor party (remember - he'd told the group about his love for the Statue of Liberty, and they never bothered to even see if something could be done about that. They took him to a dingy bar), leaving a complete stranger like the MC to make that effort instead.

2. Remember how Liam approached us to apologise for the way his friends behaved? According to this version of TRR, Drake persuaded him to do that. Apparently in the story, Liam wants to go up and talk to her and ppl like Tariq and Maxwell give some nonsense suggestions before Drake says this:

First of all, they make him sound like he was socially inept in the dialogue options before this. Secondly, I think Liam can make his own decisions without Drake making them for him, but the writers' boners for Drake wouldn't allow them to admit that.

He confirms that the apology was Drake's idea later in this story, saying this:

This change doesn't make much sense unless you realize that the writers had Drake claim Liam was leading the MC on back in TRR3. This is maybe the second time the TRR team tried to retcon the events of the book to make Drake's lies the truth (the first time, they tried to rewrite the first four chapters of the book so that Liam was way more flirty).

I'm sorry but when Liam approached the MC with respect and apologized for his friends' behaviour, that was his choice and those were his actions. No retcon from a set of biased and greedy writers is going to change that.

Compared to that this Olivia thing is...okay? Like, you really can't explore the possibility of romancing her without having the MC turn down Liam' proposal first. That's just the structure of the story. It's whatever.

#the royal romance #king liam #storyloom

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C, F, K, Y, and Z :)?

C: What member do you identify with most?

I’m assuming member is referring to characters. So TMNT related, with Rise I relate most to Raph. Every other iterations, it’s Leo all the way. We all have eldest child syndrome and I live for that. That said, when I write Donnie I do tend to give him more of my own traits and habits. (And I project my sister onto Leo all the way.)

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Mmm I answered this one earlier, but here’s a different bit, from this story here. (Some parts cut out for brevity.)

“It’s so much easier here. We were always safe in the tunnels, but the world is so big,” Raph whispered like he was telling Leo a horrible secret. “And there are so many things that want to hurt us.”

“Oh. Listen, you don’t have to worry about that. Those guys are all gone!”

“They hurt them. Hurt…hurt you. It’s my job to keep everybody safe, and I couldn’t do it. I failed! I messed everything up over and over and—“

“Hey, no. No, no, we are not doing this.” Leo sank to the ground, sitting cross legged and shifting his little big bro around so they could look each other in the eye. The darkness glittered. It felt hungry. “Listen to me. You did the best you could, which is what matters most. You kept us all alive and got us out of trouble again and again no matter how many stupid things we did to make that harder on you. But — and this is important — that burden should never have been on your shoulders. Do you hear me, man? You were a kid, just like the rest of us, and I….”

“I’m sorry,” Leo croaked, and he covered his face, not wanting this version of Raph to see him like this. Still, he forced the words out through hiccuping breaths and a tight throat, hating himself a little more with each one. “I made things so much harder on you. I was such a little shit, and I hurt you so many times. I helped put that burden on you, and you never even complained even though I never helped you carry it. I should have done more, I should have told you how much you meant to us, but instead all I did for so long was find ways to tear you down. You were never alone, but we made you feel like you were. I don’t know why— I never really felt— ugh! I want you to know that I never—“

Sooo mostly I like this one because it made me emotional and felt sort of cathartic to write lol.

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

Another one I answered already, but The Loyal Remains is pretty angsty and only gets worse….

Y: A character you want to protect.

Rise Raph 100%. I’m ready to throw myself in front of a truck for him any day.

Z: Major character death–do you ever write/read it? Is there a character whose death you can’t tolerate?

Sooo it isn’t something I write often, but I do in fact write major character death, and it is a large part of current fics I’m writing and planning. I don’t seek it out when I’m looking for things to read, but it isn’t something that would scare me away from a fic.

#Hiiiii #thank you for asking <3 #Asks #Rottmnt #tmnt #Ask game

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Hazbin Hotel season 2 episode ideas

Though season 1 of Hazbin Hotel ended a while ago, it’s been made clear since the announcement date of season 1 that season 2 of Hazbin Hotel is already in production and could come out earlier then we think.

Sure Vivzie will likely want to wrap up on Helluva Boss season 2 now, but I could still see HH season 2 coming out around late 2025/early 2026. Hopefully all the success the first season of Hazbin Hotel brought convinces the people at A24 and Amazon to give VIvzie and the others more funding to make more episodes for season 2 and/or get the next season out sooner.

Only time will tell, but till there here are a few ideas for episodes that I could see happening in Hazbin Hotel season 2 in no particular order.

Trial S2x01: Lute vs. Hazbin Hotel- A possible idea for the season 2 premiere. We find out that ever since Lute became in charge of the Exorcist and is still angry at Charlie and co., Lute has been threatening to use the Exorcist army to attack Hell more often than just once a year, or put the Exorcist army on strike, unless Heaven punishes Charlie and her friends for the murder of Adam. Heaven in a combination of fearing of what could happen if Lute does anything like this, and that Adam’s death was indeed a shock, does decide to at least hold a trial to assemble the whole story of what happened and if someone is possibly responsible and should be punished. Things get intense when Lute negotiates a deal where if she wins this trial, she wants Niffty to be executed since she was the one who killed Adam.

This could be a good way to recap the events of last season as Heaven could use their version of the MMPR viewing globe to show events of the past AKA clips. To not make it a full clip show, I could see the episode review the events through the eyes of certain characters where we see the events shown in certain ways like Charlie has a lot of things look very happy, Husk see’s everything in a Noir setting, and Angel has all the male characters be very sexy before Heaven tells him to stop XD. We also could have segments where the angels give some of the backstory of several characters when they were human like Angel Dust, Niffty, and Husk. Sadly no Alastor as that deserves its own episode.

There is also the possibility of Charlie and the gang find out what happened to Sir Pentious while there, or not which could lead to plot of a future episode but more on that later.

In the end Heaven finds Charlie and co. not guilty cause they were technically in their rights to defend themselves, BUT Niffty is forced to go to court ordered therapy. Lute is furious at this decision and it is made worse when while out of the court she overhears that some angels/winners are glad/don’t mind that Adam is gone. This drives Lute insane and secretly vows to destroy Charlie’s hotel, the forces of Hell, and the “traitors”, in Heaven. This could lead to something related to the Lilith Imposter theory or hint at a future threat to the series, as someone tricks Lute into allying with it. Charlie and the Hazbin crew happily return to the hotel thankful that nothing big happened to them until they see Lucifer there with Lilith, surprising them especially Charlie.

Grand Reopening- Another possible choice for the season 2 premiere. I talked a little bit about this in my review of season 1 finale, but I could the first episode of season 2 starting with a bit of a recap of the events of season 1 told by Katie Killjoy and Tom Trench, where through them we also find out what has happened to everyone and Hell/Heaven since the season 1 finale. It could then cut to Charlie and the others going back to the season 1 problem of trying to recruit more guest for the Hotel and depending on if they know about Sir Pentious’ fate, how they can redeem a sinner. After shenanigans and problems, like now people don’t want to be associated with the people the Exorcist hate or poking at Charlie at still not knowing how to redeem sinners (again if she doesn’t know about Pentious), they do recruit a few more people like Mimzy, Baxter, and that Cryimini character to name a few possibilities which makes Charlie happy but then the episode ends on a cliffhanger with Lilith appearing to say hello to Charlie, much to her and all the S1 character’s shock.

If it isn’t the season premiere, then I still see it being about Charlie and the gang having another attempt to try to get some residents in the redemption program, but the same problems from the previous paragraph still happen and maybe Lilith’s new presence there makes things awkward until she tells Charlie about something (maybe the story of Dante’s Purgatorio) that helps her in a way. It also could hint at something being up with “Lilith”.

Party Time- To celebrate Lilith’s return, the Morningstars hold a party to welcome her back. While happy to see her mom back, Charlie also thinks this would be a good chance to get some news clients for her hotel and to get people in Hell to help support her dream, but sadly her plans are put on hold when the Von Eldritch family arrive.

For the rest of the episode we see various characters deal with the family members like Charlie dealing with her rival Helsa, Seviathan bothering/annoying both Charlie and Vaggie by bringing up how he and Charlie dated in the past, Angel clashing with Bethesda while Niffty wants to learn from her, and Fredrick talking to Husk and Alastor about business ideas, deals, and “deals”.

Pentious’ Paradiso- A Sir Pentious centered episode where we see him handle his new life in Heaven and being shown around by Emily like the poem the episode’s title is referencing. An episode like this is another chance to learn more unique things about Heaven and how it works, as well as be introduced to/foreshadow more angels and angelic characters that can appear later like archangel Michael and Jesus Christ.

If Charlie doesn’t know that Sir Pentious is in Heaven, then the main story for this episode would be how Sera has, until further noticed, forbidden Pentious and Emily from informing Charlie that he is there. They of course don’t like this as they think she is trying to stop Charlie’s plan, as I can imagine there being people in Heaven fighting against Charlie’s redemption program at this point, so they decide to go against the order and try to contact Charlie to confirm that redemption is possible for sinners. They eventually succeed (Helluva Boss did show us that Hell can receive video from Heaven) but of course get caught afterwards, where Emily takes the blame. The episode could end in 2 ways with Emily instantly becoming a fallen angel, or it’s another step to her facing such a eventually fate. I prefer the second option as her becoming a fallen angel should happen dramatically and after doing something really big like maybe cursing in front of someone XD.

A Day in the Garden- This is a prequel episode that would showing us how Lucifer met Lilith, the day they gave the apple to Eve and Adam, and Lucifer and Lilith being banished to Hell. It’s a fun episode that could give us more info on how things came to be, and maybe foreshadow things to come later in the season or series like something related to the Lilith Imposter theory I’ve been talking about.

Field Trip- During another debate between Charlie and Heaven about how a soul is truly judged, someone brings up the idea if Earth could somehow have a factor in it. After both sides take interest in seeing if it does Charlie, Emily, and a few other characters are allowed to visit Earth to do some research. This would be a fun episode as we could see how both react to Earth, as it was implied that Charlie likely never went to Earth, or not as much.

Such an episode could also have references to Helluva Boss, like seeing Blitzo and co. in the background or maybe Charlie and co. find Cletus and his other banished Cherubs there and try to get them to help with the redemption process. Not to mention it would be a good excuse to see the human disguises for characters.

End of Act 1- The season 2 finale. I’m calling it this cause I’m personally hoping for Hazbin Hotel to have at least 4 to 5 seasons, I mean if Helluva Boss is getting 4 then so should Hazbin Hotel. It’s also a callback to how the title of the S1 premiere is a reference to how a play/musical starts and how the finale didn’t end with such a title as this.

Some things I can see happening here is that Alastor calls in his favor to Charlie and this causes Lilith to do something that along with spelling out bad news later on in the series, finally reveals that she has been an Imposter for most of the season as if the Imposter Lilith theory does turn out to be true, it would get old wonder if the character was really her or not.

Maybe said Imposter gets destroyed, only for an eviler threat to be hinted at for the next season.

That is all I can think of right now, but I’m sure there are other ideas for what could happen next season like the eventual Vox confronting Alastor, Angel getting free for Valentino and seeing the moth pimp try to get him back, and an episode about the other Overlords like Zilla and Zestial.

Do you want to see any of these episodes happen in season 2? What could you see happening?

#hazbin hotel #vivziepop #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel lilith #hazbin hotel sir pentious #hazbin hotel emily

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This is an entirely unrelated thing, but i had an idea for a “custom” follower forever ago that, if you’d like to hear, i’ve put below! warning: its fucking long and i dont have the time nor energy to make it real beyond thinking it out.

To begin with a few precursor things: i enjoy asshole characters, as we dont often see them as followers and they flesh out the world of the game in a nice way, and i enjoy characters that are relevant to specific plots within the game. If there are personal stakes involved, like serana with her story, it makes it all the more satisfying to look for dialogue and go through to the end of the quest with them.

And i’m also DEEPLY mentally ill about three things: castle Volkihar, moral ambiguity, and a guy named ronthil.

If you’ve never heard of him, i don’t blame you: he’s a vampire bosmer within clan Volkihar that does nothing but serve as a merchant and a speech trainer. His wiki is super fucking small and the unique thing about him is that he’s treated worse than dirt within the clan, making him sleep behind a bookshelf iirc. He’s constantly staying on the good behavior to not get kicked out and making himself available to tasks. ur standard pathetic meow meow, so of course i like him.

Anyway my proposal was to turn Ronthil into a “Serana dialogue add on” styled mod that changed some of his core motivations, re-contextualizing his people pleasing personality, offering players an additional perspective into clan volkihar’s inner workings, provide players who were already vampires a different start to dawnguard (because a vampire hunter approaching a vampire and said vampire going to the vampire hunter’s lair is suicidal stupidity at best), and finally provide a moderate voice for why somebody might wanna be a vampire and stay that way.

so the proposed changes start like this: Whether or not you’re a vampire, you’ll sometimes see a man wandering about at night along the roads. If you’re a human, he basically doesn’t interact with you.

If you’re a vampire, he makes the suggestion that something of value to the both of you has come to his attention recently, and if you were to help him he’d be more than generous with the earnings. Obviously this is an equivalent exchange, as he is considerably ill equipped to take on anything nasty, so you’ll have to do a lot of the heavy lifting as far as fighting goes. If you agree, he leads you straight to Dimhollow crypt and the quest follows as normal. You return Serana home and are given the typical reward offer.

Assuming you accept, you’re given the standard speech and told to get your ass going to redwater den. If you speak to him after (you’ll find him loitering about) he’ll offer to accompany you, off the record of course, if you require him. He will then be available as a follower from that point on

If you’re wondering why a Volkihar vampire is being so charming and so helpful for no good reason, he’s not being; the truth of it is that he’s an intense social climber. He sees that Harkon favors you for the return of his daughter and you’ve already shown off your combat prowess at dimhollow, now with the added bonus that you’ve been given the power of a Vampire Lord. He suspects that rubbing elbows with you in a positive capacity will prove beneficial to him rising up that clan ladder down the line. Though, to be fair, he doesn’t at all suspect that it all leads to Harkon’s death, and you & serana effectively becoming the most powerful ppl at court.

Still, that’s really all the better for him so long as he can prove useful enough to you to be given a higher position, or at least treated with more dignity.

Ronthil in this version is basically faking all of his niceties, and underneath it all is a calculating little bastard. He wants power and status, typical vampire desires, but wants them for the protection and strength they provide, not necessarily to squash people beneath him (though he’d be tempted were the mood to strike him. I mean, he IS a vampire.) His climb to the position he’s in now, lowly as it is and even with how he’s treated, is still something he fought tooth and nail for, so he’s not willing to risk himself being stupid unless he thinks there’s something better in it for him to be that way.

aaaand i just ran out of creative juice, so thats the general idea i’d cooked up. if you read this far, congrats and also wow i sure hope you like vampires lol.

#no im not doing anything with this #this is strictly an idea #LMFAO #and also i do NOT have the technical knowledge necessary to make this all work #so if you are a modder reading this and laughing then just know this is a stupid dream brought to u by urs truly (<-- vampire enjoyer)#i probably come off as EXTREMELY mentally ill in this #whatever #also for the record if ur asking but whats why does he stick around when u basically betray harkon with serana to get the scrolls and etc #at that point he weighs his odds and decides that you're the better option.#he can either do this because youve proved yourself extremely capable till now #OR he can do this because of an emotional bond you two have formed #in my head ldb is given the option to get to the heart of his motives and such in dialogue trees at which point #even when his social climber persona is still in full effect around you #its different #he cares #but again thats dialogue tree specific stuff so not everyones gonna get that satisfaction #oh and if ur wondering where the asshole bit comes into this #well he is faking his friendship just to get close at first #but if thats not enough for u then he is also entirely into you being listener and any other immoral guilds you wanna join #his pursuit of power and status makes him go YEAAA BABE join whatever u want be the best there ever was youll be the best connection in my #social group !!!!!!!#but also on a personal moral level he's done all youre gonna do and worse before he kicks the bucket probably. so he doesnt care

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*Sprays you like a houseplant*

I really appreciate you further writing smoke signal, as I really enjoy reading it (and I hope you enjoy writing it, I wouldn't want you to feel obligated to do something just bc I like it but I'm getting off topic).

I really like Time's role in the story essentially acting as a human slap to Wild's face, I found their face off really cool and while I don't think Wild is going to pay any mind to it past "oh..oh well", I think that it's really going to bite him when he eventually reunites with a very angry chain.

Speaking of chain, Twilight is gone, and seeing as though he can literally turn into a wolf I don't have to wonder if he's following Wild. What I DO wonder though, is if they meet up before Wild meets reader, and they fight and separate, or if Wild and Twilight stumble upon reader together, and if they do, how that's gonna effect the chain reunion (bc Twilights pretty protective of Wild, esp now that Wild just lost his...s/o????), maybe he'll distract the chain long enough for Wild to have a moment alone, maybe he already did and meet a hostile chain halfway back. How will it effect their dynamic? I doubt it'd stay the same, esp not since he handles their food.

Rambling over, really enjoying the story and thought I'd leave a ask/comment

Thank you for taking the time to message me dear anon, and for watering this here flower! (art by astrelle) I like writing Smoke Signal, I wouldn't write it if I didn't feel inspired. Though because people asked for a continuation I’d be lying if there wasn’t a bit of pressure, but now I’d getting off topic 😂

I love that you got those interpretations from the story, and all those story threads are really interesting. I haven’t really thought about it yet but the whole thing is either gonna force the chain to be more honest with each other, or just make them drift apart and act more like co-workers than trusted friends. That’s the only way these sorts of things can go, you either get to the root of the problem and fix it, or you don’t.

But anyway I’m really glad you enjoy the story! btw i do actually have a houseplant, it’s an orchid white :)

Wild characterisation notes here:

More on Wild, he’s basically not thinking- not that he’s stupid, just that he’s fixated on getting to s/o. There’s a small chance they’re in danger/need help, but that’s a small chance too much, he’s not gonna let anything happen to them. He won’t fail them. This is a version of Wild who’s for lack of a better term, severely emotionally constipated.

He spent years prior to the Calamity locking away his feelings and not dealing with them in favour of training- and I suspect that’s been a coping mechanism of his even before becoming the appointed knight. Sure he got to let loose a little 100 years later, but he had to fight the Calamity all alone while picking up his lost identity, being reminded of his failure and being told about his old ‘perfect’ self by others. Then after that went back to being the appointed knight to a near stranger who secretly wants the version of him that died.

He hasn’t given himself much time to process it all, preferring to distract himself with endless missions and quests, and thus all those problems are just kinda sitting there. S/o has tried to help and while Wild appreciates it greatly, he can’t open up or return that affection very well.

And he’s even worse with the chain, even Twilight and Hyrule who he likes a lot. Inner insecurities drive a wedge between him and members like Warriors and Sky, who in his eyes are just superior knights. He straight up envies pretty much all of them in some way, like the child who stabbed Ganon in the head first time, while he couldn’t make even it to Hyrule castle. He hasn’t talked about any of this stuff, that would be weakness. They don’t know any of this is going on since he acts goofy and friendly save for the occasional outburst, so it all just festers out of sight.

Regarding what Wild did it’s less about a breach of trust (tho it is about that for sure, especially with Twilight and Rulie) and more about the error in their judgement. Most didn’t trust that Wild would stay put and watched him like a hawk as he prepared dinner, but they expected him to something like create a loud, possibly explosive distraction and make a run for it.

As shown when he backed away from Time’s challenge he didn’t want to hurt any of them. plus he doesn’t see it as a big deal, from experience he knows you can wake if danger finds you, and while it probably wouldn’t be pleasant for them they’re seasoned heroes, so they’ll be fine.

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tipsycad147 · 1 year

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Why Do Hephaestus and Ares Hate Each Other?

Rivalry did not only reign among goddesses, and certainly the main cause of it was not always due to vanity or ego. Gods have also had their fair share of quarrels, many of them resulting in disaster or, at the very least, public humiliation, as is the case with Ares and Hephaestus. It is important that practitioners are aware of feuds between spirits, because when we invite them into our space, their energy or influence can affect our emotions —for better or for worse— and disrupt the harmony we have built. The ideal scenario for witches would be for them to work with deities that do get along. However, if you have experience working with them, you’ll know by now that there are occasions where it’s not a matter of choosing who you work with, but responding when a deity chooses you. This shouldn’t be disregarded, though. Remember that each spirit has dominance over different realms or elements, therefore, each of them will be able to assist or guide you in different ways for a specific reason. What I mean by this is that you shouldn’t reject a deity just because they don’t get along with other entities you’re working with. However, you should be cautious when dealing with them, and, naturally, keep your mentorships separate from one another. In this post, I’m going to walk you through one of the most controversial rivalries among Greek gods: Ares and Hephaestus.

Besides having the same love interest —oops, spoiler alert—, the other thing these gods have in common is their kin. Both Ares and Hephaestus are children of Zeus and Hera, making them brothers. Something I find very interesting is that they’re also related to the Fire element in their own way: on the one hand, Ares, as God of War, relates to Fire in a destructive and action-motivated way. While on the other hand, Hephaestus, as patron and God of Fire and Artisans, in a creation-like way. So, by taking this into account, you can have an idea of their personalities and abilities. What’s more, they’ve also been compared to each other in terms of their charm: Ares was described as heavenly handsome, whereas Hephaestus was said to be the ugliest of all the gods in Olympus.

It is not a secret that Aphrodite and Hephaestus’ marriage was not founded in love. The popular version of the story holds that the Goddess of Love’s beauty caused such a turmoil among her suitors, that Zeus decided to marry her to his least favored crippled son. Not happy with the nature of the union, Aphrodite refused to be faithful to the man she was forced to wed. Instead, she engaged in affairs with both mortals and gods, one of them being none other than the God of War himself.

I’ve heard versions of this myth that state that Ares and Aphrodite had a previous relationship prior to her marriage, and not wanting to let go of each other, they kept hanging out. They would usually meet at Hephaestus and Aphrodite’s place, while he was working in his workshop. Naturally, they tried —unsuccessfully— to be discreet, as they were well aware that the all-seeing Helios, God of the Sun, was watching their every move and would likely report their encounters to Hephaestus. That’s why they usually met at night. Ares would bring along a young soldier called Alectryon —which means “rooster”— with him whenever he visited the goddess. The soldier’s task would be to keep watch at the entrance of her home and warn them when Helios was out again.

Their affair couldn’t stay a secret for long, though. One night, after a long day, Alectryon fell asleep and failed to tell the lovers that the God of the Sun had already come out, so they didn’t worry about ending their visit any time soon. Helios witnessed as Ares and Aphrodite enjoyed each other’s company and immediately reported what he saw to Hephaestus. The God of Fire returned to his home and found them in his bed, just like Helios had told him. Although he was humiliated and furious, the god didn’t unleash his wrath upon his brother and wife, but rather left unnoticed and went back to his workshop to plan his revenge.

Hephaestus created a net made of gold with threads so thin that were almost invisible to the eye. He hung it over the bed, also known as Aphrodite and Ares’ love nest. He deceived his wife by telling her that he would be away for a couple of days and then went to hide, waiting for the show to start. The goddess, who had fallen into her husband’s trap, invited Ares to come over as usual. Again, Alectryon was watching the door. Some time during their love-making session, the net Hephaestus had set up snapped and fell over them, leaving them trapped and unable to escape. Alerted by their screams, Alectryon came in…and so did the God of Fire, who then went out and summoned all the gods that were nearby to come and see the spectacle. They laughed and pointed fingers at the couple in bed. It is safe to say that both Ares and Aphrodite were very embarrassed.

After some time, the God of Fire decided that they had had enough humiliation for one day and freed them from the net. From their affair was born their son Eros, God of Love and Sex. (If you want to dive into Eros’ mythology, don’t forget to check out Why Do Persephone and Aphrodite hate each other? post.) As punishment —according to some versions— declared by Zeus, the lovers were forbidden to see each other again. However, given the nature of their relationship, they didn’t follow this rule either, and kept meeting up, which later led to the birth of six more children: Anteros, Phobos, Deimos, Adrestia, Harmonia, and Hermaphroditus. The couple was not the only one who suffered a punishment. Once he was freed from the net, Ares turned the young soldier and watchman, Alectryon, into a rooster, forcing him to alert everyone when the sun came out for eternity.

If you’re still interested in working with these two (or three) deities, now you know how you should handle them. If you have altars for each of them, I suggest that you don’t have them next to each other, or at least keep Aphrodite and Ares on one end, and Hephaestus on the other, as far as possible. Ideally, never summon them at the same time nor in the same place. Speaking the name of their rival in their presence is, obviously, off the table as well. I know it’s difficult to be in the middle, it kind of feels like when two of your friends can barely tolerate each other and you try to keep things running smoothly between both parties individually. In the end, you’ll be able to adapt and get acquainted with the situation. Being honest to the deities you’re working with and asking them for advice is the best way to start, in my opinion. Let them know that you are working —or interested in working with— another deity they’re not very fond of and assure them that it won’t affect your relationship with them. You could also ask them if they are okay with you having new spiritual guidance and how would they feel comfortable proceeding. I think this is a great place to start because if you’re straightforward about it, they are less likely to feel betrayed and most probably will provide you with a solution so you can be certain that harmony will flow in your space and practice.

I hope you’ve found this post highly useful. Did you know about the rivalry between these spirits? Would you like to work with any or all three of them? Do you know any other gods or goddesses that don’t like each other you would want to work with?

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microphone-invasion · 2 years

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Chapter 9: The Final Battle pt.5

Garcello: I’ll take a Pikachu!

Chad: I call dibs on Charizard!

Soul Keith: BUT I ALREADY CAUGHT HIM!

Chad: Sorry bud! NOT! Once you call dibs, you can’t get it.

Soul Keith: Too bad. -Catches his charizard back along with everything elts-

Chad: DUDE- I DIDN’T OPEN MY POKÉBALL-

Soul Keith: I do not care.

Moisty: Can I get Lucario?

Edison: Huh, Moisty, you just called the name of an old friend of mine.

Moisty: Lucario used to be your friend?

Edison: Yep, in fact, he’s right here.

Narrator: Then, Lucario appeared in front of Edison.

Lucario: Hey Edison! Who’s this?

Soul Keith: Yo, Keith! You okay? You've been quiet for a while.

Garcello: He’s frozen. Time stops, REMEMBER?

Soul Keith: I’ll get him back.

Narrator: Then, Soul Keith Disappears and reappears with Keith.

Lucario: Edison, who are these?

Soul Keith: BOOM.

Edison: Well Lucario, these people are from the universe that they don’t know me.

Lucario: So these are the people you talked about… Well Edison, what brings you here?

Edison: You see, it’s a long story, there’s a universe that’s in trouble by the Imitator.

Lucario: Wait… Hold on, THE IMITATOR'S BACK!?

Edison: Heh, yeah….

Chad: Time unfroze?

Lucario: Yes. Why?

Edison: Oh god….

Lucario: What?

Edison: Imitators unfrozen and about to conquer a universe, no big deal.

Lucario: Oh no.

Edison: Don’t worry, I can stop time there even though I’m here, only for 6 hours.

Narrator: Then time froze on the FNF universe for 6 hours.

Garcello: Hi Lucario!

Lucario: Who’s this?

Edison: That’s Garcello, Keith’s dad.

Lucario: Garcello, huh? He seems like a nice man.

Edison: Yep, he is, and we need help to defeat the Imitator, so here’s a brief introduction: Chad, Moisty, Garcello, Soul Keith, and Keith.

Lucario: Who the heck is Moisty? Although, it kinda sounds familiar.

Edison: That inkling over there who’s disguised as a human who’s actually a demon.

Moisty: Hallo!

Lucario: She’s a demon. No way.

Edison: Just, believe everything I say, because none of this will make sense.

Moisty: I can reveal it if you want me to, Lucario!

Lucario: Sure. Go ahead. I mean- I have nothing better to do.

Narrator: Then Moisty revealed her hidden self and Lucario is not surprised.

Lucario: Huh. Interesting. I never met a demon before.

Edison: Yep, I've seen plenty of worse demons before.

Lucario: That’s because you went to other universes before. So NOW, everyone knows you.

Edison: Heh, that’s how things go.

Chad: LUCE! How’s it going, man?

Lucario: OH-! Hello, Chad. I’m doing fine, what about you?

Chad: Doin’ GREAT! I feel energetic for some reason.

Lucario: And what’s the reason?

Chad: I dunno.

Garcello: How long have you two known each other for?

Edison: Well, from this paper I’m holding, it’s more than 11 years.

Lucario: Still breakin’ the 4th wall?

Chad: Here we go again…

Taki: -GASP- POKÉMON?

Lucario: Do I know you?

Edison: That is Taki, the community treated her as a recolored version of Sarvente from FNF.

Lucario: That universe?

Edison: Yep.

Taki: My outfit came out WAY before Sarvente’s did! And I am NOT a recolored version of Sarv!

Edison: I know, the community called you that. Now if you’ll excuse me, I gotta help, I can give them Aura, and you can teach them The Power Of Aura. We need it to help us.

Lucario: I’ll help and I will come along too.

Edison: Ok then. The more people we get, the better chances of us winning.

Narrator: Then Edison gave the group Aura.

Keith: LET’S DO THIS THANG!

Narrator: 3 hours later.

Edison: You guys now mastered The Power Of Aura, now let’s go… Wait, let's do something cool, combining Kamehameha with the Aura Beam.

Chad: What would that look like?

Edison: I don’t know, but let’s find out. Garcello, you’ll shoot it.

Garcello: Okay…?

Narrator: Then Garcello shot a VERY big beam that almost destroyed 50 billion universes! But Edison shielded it before it did any harm.

Edison: Note to self, never do it again.

Garcello: But- You TOLD me, specifically, to shoot it!

Edison: I was testing it, to see what it will do, and now I realize that it was a dumb deiscion.

Garcello: Stay focused on my power next time, ok?

Edison: Alright then, now, who’s ready to give the Imitator a big BAD TIME!

Narrator: Then they got teleported back to the FNF universe; bringing Lucario along in the battle.

Lucario: This place is very unfamiliar. Why was I brung here?

Edison: You’re for the fight, you know yourself very well, you won’t stand to a fight.

Keith: -pulls out a mic and screams into it- HYAAAAAAA–

Edison: -covers Lucario's ears-

Lucario: Why did you do that?

Edison: Keith made a loud noise that will break your eardrums.

Lucario: Ok?

Narrator: Then Black, Tomongus, Taki, Tea, Lucy, and the others also screamed into a mic.

Soul Keith: -Plays Through The Fire And Flames on electric guitar- STILL GOT IT! I DIDN'T THINK I COULD DO THE FASTEST SONG IN THE WORLD BUT, IT LOOKS LIKE I CAN!

Lucario: The fastest song in the world?

Soul Keith: YEP!

Lucario: Wow. I’m not impressed or surprised.

Soul Keith: JUST BATTLE! THE SONG WON'T LAST LONG!

Lucario: Okay?

Narrator: After a long battle, everyone was tired. EXCEPT Keith.

The Imitator: Seems like you’re still alive, huh?

Keith: Yep! Never been so energetic before! I feel like I can do ANYTHING!

Soul Keith: ME? I’VE BEEN DEAD! FOR 19 YEARS!

Keith: He wasn’t talking to you, other me. Plus, you don’t have to scream. It hurts my ears…

Soul Keith: SOUL KEITH! JUST CALL ME THAT!

Narrator: Then Keith grabbed Soul Keith by his chest.

Keith: Alright, fine. Just don’t ruin this moment…

Soul Keith: Fine. Besides, I am you.

Narrator: Keith had let go of his soul self. And then he ran towards the Imitator, slapped him with his mic and finished him off with one of Keith’s special moves.

Soul Keith: Nice.

The Imitator: Bruh, that was like– not even a scratch.

Lucario: I got something for you, Imitator.

The Imitator: Oh, what will you do, blue do–

Narrator: Just then, a blue beam shot the Imitator, injuring him to 40%.

Keith: You’re a lifesaver… Uh– What’s your name?

Edison: That’s Lucario, 1 of my friends.

Lucario: Sup’.

Edison: But, we got a battle to finish.

Keith: Alright! But, I’m gonna need help from you, Lucario.

Lucario: No problemo.

Edison: He’s weakened. This is our chance. Everyone, do everything you can!

Lucario: Alrighty then. Hey Imitator!

#Microphone Invasion #Book 1 #writing from the back porch #fnf au #friday night funkin au #fnf garcello #ᶠʳᶤᵉᶰᵈˡʸ ᶰᵉᶤᵍʰᵇᵒʳʰᵒᵒᵈ ᵖᵒʳᵖᵒᶤˢᵉ

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vorrentis · 2 years

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M Reader x Sana - Irresistible Love~

WARNING WARNING WARNING

PLEASE READ!!!

This is gonna be an interesting smut fic.

This DOES contain NON-CON and it is INCEST.

So if you’re squeamish at the idea of it, please go past it or don’t read if you want.

I marked the non-con below, but don’t worry, it’s not non-con afterwards.

Sorry to anyone if this makes you uncomfortable, I plan on making a regular version of this soon.

Anyway...

WORDS: 17023

New updated smuts, even non-con smut as well, and story with grammar fixes and better flow.

Tags: NON-CON, INCEST, and just about everyone else lol

ENJOY

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Imagine your 10-year-old self was just playing with your dinosaur toys when suddenly your mom suddenly came back home...and introduced you to your new adopted sister.

Of course you didn't understand at first, but later, but your parents told you that they adopted this girl because of issues with her parents.

She had no where to go as you went towards her with your toy dinosaurs.

"Hi, I'm Sana."

"I'm (YN)."

"Cool toys." She pointed.

"Thanks, want to play?"

"Okay"

And just like that a new friendship was born.

You and Sana have been living together since; growing up and school together, but one issue about her; Sana was incredibly shy.

She would hang out with you constantly and you didn't mind, but now in high school, you would have to help her make new friends and adjust to being able to live on her own.

And thats what you did in your first three years, she was now comfortable with others, but going into your senior year...things made a drastic turn in your life.

Both eighteen and you both had to move due to your parent's job to relocate, moving to a new foreign state of (wherever you want) and transferred to the nearest high school.

Of course being the 'new' kids was tough especially since it was your senior year, but you both had each other so it wasn't that bad.

During the first week of your new high school, Sana would still be around you, you however already made a couple of friends, but she would try to be with you. Since this was a new school, she was going back to her old ways.

Eventually you told her that she would need to make some friends eventually.

"What if they don't like me?” She asked as you smiled.

"Then do something to make them like you." You replied as Sana pondered about this and then seemed to got an idea.

Little did you know, it was a big mistake for you.

And now, you were regretting those words.

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FOUR MONTHS LATER

You were currently sitting in your desk reading a book when you heard Sana's voice. She was talking to her next 'target'.

'Target' because everyone here knows that Sana...was now known as the girl to fuck if you needed to get some release out.

She did not care who it was, girl/guy, she would go on and say yes to almost every request. Sometimes she would even go up to people and without saying a word, they would just go with her somewhere to fuck.

You needed to be up to Sana's standards and that's not high, but it's still there.

If you pleased her enough, you'll get her again.

Of course she only said no to a handful of students, mostly the ones who seemed like they lasted a couple of seconds.

Oh and you...

I know, I know, you're her step brother, but lately...you just couldn't help it. Your damn hormones were rising up and while the girls were cute at school, none of them compared to the goddess of your sister.

You wanted to get in on it...well get in her.

It was the worse, not only does she seem to be teasing you here with her version of the school uniform.

A shirt that she ties up to show her bust size with a bit of cleavage showing, her skirt that somehow is a bit shorter than the average skirt to show off the legs and if your lucky to see, a bit of her perfect butt. You don't understand how teachers aren't seeing this.

Her looks alone could make you hypnotized, but then add in her assets and the way she shows them off. God help us.

Of course she was never around you during school anymore after the first week. She was there in classes, but during transitions, you overhead that she gives BJ's in the clean up closet. Before school, she already had a guy prepped for her. And even during lunch she was often gone to get her daily 'exercise'.

Now you wished that the person she was talking to was you. Before you didn't even know that Sana could be like this, but...

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FLASHBACK

“Where the hell is she?”

Classes had ended a while back and you were sent to find Sana as your parents were waiting and you figured she was held up by her friends and started to search for her.

You called her cell, but no reply, so you decided to check around the deserted school with very few students around.

After your search seemed worthless , you decided to check the roof as a last resort, that was her favorite spot when she had free time so maybe she was up there.

Luckily the door was open and you barely approached the roof door when you heard strange noises from behind the door.

You peeped through the door opening and your eyes widened, because through the crack of the door…

“What the fuck…”

You were watching Sana on top of a guy, but the part that got you was that Sana was naked and clearly, she was having sex with the male as Sana was bouncing and riding the man for everything he was worth.

Her breasts were heaving up and down as Sana had her hands on the man’s chest, whom was still clothed except his pants were around his ankles.

Yet Sana’s clothing was all around her and him as her butt rode up and down with speed, both their eyes were shut so they couldn't see you and they were clearly holding in their groans.

The position they were in had a perfect view of the side of them, but more on Sana as your mouth gaped as you saw the unbelievable sight to you.

Sana, your sister, was having sex!

Just right here!

The door wasn’t even locked so they clearly didn’t care if they were caught!

It was wrong.

You shouldn't be spying on her.

But you could only stare and watch in fascination as the bulge in your crotch was begging to be attended to, but you couldn't move nor figure out what you should do.

“Oh god, so good~” Sana moaned, but she didn’t yell it out as her head leaned back, her breasts now in full on view as you were hypnotized by her hardened nipples and clearly the guy was too as his hands went up to grab them.

"Sana...you feel so good...I'm gonna cum..." He told her as she lowered her head slightly to look down at him.

"Me too..." She replied back as he smiled at her.

He smiled back at her and took his hands to grab her by the waist and slightly lift her ass up and then continued to pound inside her and focused mainly on his thrusts and release.

"Ahhh...I'm cumming!" He then thrusted into her once more as Sana remained still and moaned as they were huffing.

You knew he came in her as your eyes widened!

After ten seconds Sana then hovered up from him, his penis now disengaged and flopped onto his chest as you saw plastic over his cock and Sana’s very damp vagina as she stood up.

“Damn now that was something...” Sana moved herself around and started to collect her clothing.

“It very much was~”

The male didn’t move as he looked at Sana.

“Got time for one more?”

“Sorry, I really got to go, maybe tomorrow?” She asked as the guy nodded and Sana started to put her undergarments on the the guy pulled his pants up.

Seeing as how they were getting ready, you shook your head and left quickly towards the lobby.

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SEVEN MINUTES LATER

You were sitting in the lobby seats, images of Sana was dug into your mind.

You received a text from Sana saying sorry for not answering and asked if you can wait a bit more while you left the two and said that you could go to her, but she said that she’ll come to you instead and just wait in the lobby.

Still dazed you replied with a yes and here were thinking...

'When I meant 'make them like you' I didn't actually mean doing that...that couldn't be Sana...it just couldn't...the Sana I know would never be like that...but it was her...and why did I 'felt' that way?'

After about five minutes instead, Sana finally came down the lobby stairs to meet you in the lobby itself.

"(YN)! I’m sorry about the wait." She acted all cute like with her tone with her small smile, looking like nothing had happened to her.

Hair was done and makeup was spot on.

"O-oh, it's okay." You said while standing but in your mind, you couldn't help but picture her clothes off.

As you both were walking towards the car to your parents, you couldn't help, but take sneak peeks at her.

'Stop it (YN), that's your step-sister, you're family for fuck’s sake.'

"Are you okay (YN)?" She asked, clearly noticing your stares as you nodded..

'Shit.'

"Y-yeah, just, worried about you," She gave a look at you.

“Worried?” She asked as you nodded.

“You know, about school and such, it’s getting to a point of exams you know,” You clearly kept control as Sana giggled and then…

GRASP

She held onto you with one arm.

“Aww~ I’m happy that you care, but remember I have you to tutor me whenever I need it~” She winked at you as you gulped and nodded slowly, “but thank you (YN). You’re always caring for me~" She spoke sincerely.

"Uh, n-no problem." You replied while nearing the car of your dad's without another word spoken as Sana kept her hold on you..

'What have I done?' You asked yourself.

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FLASHBACK END

Of course, that was then, you thought maybe it was a secret new boyfriend, but the way she talked seemed like it was another case.

Four months since then, and you realized that it wasn’t a first.

Talks started to pop up about Sana and those rumors soon became nothing but reality.

This is how it began, Sana took your advice and went up to make friends with the wrong crowd, at first it was a group of guys and one of them asked Sana out to which she said yes and well that date ended pretty happily for Sana as she went again and this time, she lost her virginity.

That excitement in bed had Sana thriving and while it didn’t last long between her and the guy, Sana started to see others and well, it got to her.

All the popularity she was getting, wrong reasons though, was making her feel out of this world and plus, she enjoyed having the sessions as it made her feel a whole sensation in her.

Though she didn’t go out with anyone after that first guy, she was still a popular girl that most men and women would talk about.

She was indeed the fuck girl of the school.

Of course, you didn't tell your parents, I mean what could you say.

Now here you are slightly agitated by her.

You wanted to be with her and seeing her with others, just made you go insane with the lust for her as the bell rang for class to start and Sana would come in and sit, not without all eyes on her.

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You were at home, your parents weren't at home due to midnight shifts at work, but they left dinner for you two to eat.

"Sana, dinner is ready." You yelled out.

"Coming~" She said as she was going down the stairs and of course if you thought the school uniform was hot, her at home was another thing.

Wearing shorts that made her legs visible and her butt better by the shape it hunged to her, a crop top that was tight on her that fully exploited her sexy body.

Her 'comfortable' clothing as she calls them while ‘torture’ clothing as you called them.

Living with her was a blessing and a curse. She was almost daring you to watch her.

You looked away at the sight, any more of that, and your cock was going to be noticed by her as she sat down.

“Hmm~ Looks good (YN)~ Arigato~” She gave you a smile as you turned to her, nodded, and looked away.

Both ate quietly, just the cling clang of forks and knives as you kept looking at her, texting, and kept silently laughing at something…that caused you to be irate.

'Probably a new boy toy.'

You thought as anger began to rise in you as you ate with newfound feelings.

Dinner was done with as Sana put her utensils on her plate, yawning as she rose her arms up, her breasts going up with her as you stared at them for a second before looking down at your food as Sana lowered herself.

"Now that was good~”

“You want seconds?” You asked as Sana shook her head.

“Nah, I’m good, but thank you. I think I'm going to take a nap. I'm really tired from school today." Sana craned her neck as you sighed.

'I bet you are…'

"No worries, I'll clean up." You said as Sana smiled and rose from her seat to go around and…

GRASP

"Thanks (YN), you're the best~"

However, the height difference of you sitting and her standing, your head was pushed against her breasts as you felt her body pressing onto you.

‘She’s killing me…’

“Good night (YN)~”

And with that, she went up the stairs as you watched her butt jiggle with each motion.

You sat there frustrated.

You couldn't take it anymore, with all the gossip about how good she is and her wearing clothing like this in your home almost every day and jerking yourself off wasn’t doing any good as you wanted more.

‘Why should she sleep with every person she meets but me!?’

You glared while your fist curled.

“Fuck this, I’m gonna show you that I can be the best Sana…" You mumbled as you cleaned the table up.

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After about an hour, you decided to go for it.

It was currently around 9 PM.

Your parents informed you that they won't be home till maybe midnight due to an overload in some shipments.

'Perfect'

You then went out of your room and sneaked into Sana's room, changed into loose clothing and no boxers on so you can quickly release your companion as you silently opened Sana's door and looked through the crack.

You were in luck, she was sleeping and you were even luckier and now hornier.

She was sleeping in her undergarments as well.

You tiptoed over to her knowing that she was a heavy sleeper since you had to wake her up most of the time to get her up, but you still had to be careful.

You stood over her taking in her beauty, snoring softly and peacefully and legs spread as well.

And then at her body.

There was literally nothing covering it all as she wore a matching set of lacey pink fabric that hugged her body well.

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The sight itself caused you to have more lust and you lowered a hand at her lower attire and carefully slide them to the right.

There it was, her pussy: shaven and slightly wet.

Either she was having a wet dream or she played with herself before dozing off, either way, it was lubed and presented for you as you pulled down your shorts with your other hand to have your hardened cock out.

Sana being in this position also made it easy for you to figure a position out as you squalled down and held your cock next to her pussy and started to slowly slide in.

“Oh god…”

The pleasure was too much for you as you mumbled your lust out.

'How the hell can she be this tight?!' You thought.

It took all your might to not moan out loud as Sana also let a slight moan, she was indeed likely having a wet dream now.

You slid yourself in slowly and-

"Hmm-Wha-(YN)!? WHAT THE HELL-MMPHH!" You covered her mouth with your right hand.

She tried to push you away, but you were far stronger than her as Sana clamped her hands on your arms and face too, but it didn’t matter.

Then just like that something change in you.

You didn't care about anything right then and there.

“I’m tired of letting others do what I want Sana, now, it’s my turn~” You uttered as Sana stopped moving for brief seconds before she continued struggling as you pushed her back towards the bed, laying her down on it as you straddled her hips and it made a new wave of anger noises from Sana and her muffled protests got louder.

You however just ignored her pleas and spread her legs forcefully to get a good look at her pussy and started rubbing above her opening, looking for her little pleasure bud.

Once you had found her clit as shown by the involuntary bucking of her hips, you applied more and more pressure to it, forcing her towards a sensation that Sana did not want to experience.

But she was panting, trying to resist giving in to the tightening coil in her loins but she couldn't help unraveling when you pressed hard on her clit.

She was one to masturbate and have sexual cravings regularly but this really hit her with its intensity, making her almost forget where and with whom she was right now, it was so go-

“Hmph!”

You began pushing into her.

Your cockhead stretched her opening as you forcefully pressed into her.

Sana was protesting against the hand over her mouth at the intrusion and the feeling of being stretched so much, and yet only the head of you was actually inside her yet.

All of her thoughts came to a halt as you began thrusting at a slow rhythm, trying to embed more and more of your cock in her with every thrust.

Sana felt so tiny underneath you, her small frame dwarfed by you and you loved the feeling of your cock stretching her insides.

But as much as you wanted to savor that feeling, your lust couldn’t hold itself any longer.

“Hmmh!”

Sana groaned as you pushed your cock back into her pussy and began really fucking her with quick, hard thrusts that sent her tits bouncing and had her gasping in pain every time your thick cockhead would forcefully push against her cervix.

You loved watching your cock stretching her pussy to the limits every time you pushed it into her.

This was way better to you than fucking your hand, and your sweet sister felt like heaven as you pounded into Sana.

You were close to cumming, but wanted to feel her pussy clenching around you in orgasm as you came, so you reached your other hands down around her to rub her clit.

Sana, while her progress of thought was nulled, trying to escape your clutch, felt weakened and hated that it actually started to feel good when you rubbed her clit.

The pain stood bearable now and pleasurable feelings were mixing in with the typhoon of emotions she was having, her mind urged to fight back but her body was arguing with this notion.

She still hated how you, her brother, were forcing her into this so much, but her body still responded to your ministrations the same as if this had been a voluntary experience.

She screamed, loud even through the hand on her mouth as she came in a haze of pleasure and pain.

On one hand, Sana was disgusted and violated, yet the fact of the matter was that you were starting to make her very soaked no matter how much she tried to ignore it.

She was thoroughly by this reaction of her body, but ultimately her pussy clamped down around your cock pushing you into your release too.

“Fucking hell!”

You held yourself deep inside her as you shot jet after jet of hot cum right against the entrance to her womb, grunting and groaning in pleasure all the while…

“Hmph! Hpmph!”

Naturally, Sana’s body reacted to your hot cum shooting inside her by drawing out her orgasm, pulling the cum deeper inside her every time her pussy contracted, leaving her in a blissful state of pleasure for almost a minute.

Once she came down from her high, Sana started feeling the aftermath of what had happened.

She felt a weird warmth inside her where your cum was still lodged deeply by your now flaccid cock, only a small amount dripping out…and then she felt your hand move from her mouth.

“G-get out…” She uttered as you looked at her.

THUMP

Sana kicked you right above your pelvic area with her leg that was free from your grasp.

Her force was strong but you merely rubbed the area where she kicked.

"Get out! Now!" She yelled, pointing at the door.

You then ran out of her room and into yours, quickly locking the door and pressing your back to the wooden panel, processing everything that happen.

Seeing the look on her face...speaking of…

Sana laid on her bed, shocked and in disbelief about what happened.

You, her own brother, just fucked her…no, you forced yourself onto her. She was lucky she was already under the affects of birth control pills as she felt your jizz empty out of her.

Why?...why would you-

“I’m tired of letting others do what I want Sana, now, it’s my turn~”

It’s no secret that everyone knows about her in school, but she didn’t think you-

Sana stared at the roof of her room, still feeling the after-sex emotions.

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THREE DAYS LATER

It's been three hard days for you and Sana. You both hadn't said a word nor even made eye contact with each other for more than seconds since that night.

You felt guilty, horrible, shame, or any negative that comes to your mind.

You honestly had no idea what got over you that night.

It wasn't 'you' that was doing that to Sana, but like some other person, but that's no excuse. You wanted to talk to Sana, you really did, but you didn't have the courage to do so and she would avoid you as well.

Sana was just upright silent at you.

She didn't want to have to do anything with you and distracted herself from you by doing what she was best at; getting with the best of the people in school that she knew of.

Unfortunately, nothing was working.

Nothing was keeping you out of her mind.

And it was making things worse for her as she just finished a session with a woman this time.

Right now, she was on the floor of the backyard shed where they kept outdoor equipment.

It was never locked so she came here wherever she wanted to after school when they didn't need the equipment which seemed like never, just as long as she cleaned up after.

The girl next to her was sweating hard while Sana looked like she hadn't even broken a sweat yet.

"Damn, you really were horny…my cunt is just numb…" She said while catching her breath.

"Ehh…" Sana shrugged as the girl glanced at her.

"Ehh?” Confusion darted towards Sana and she turned her head, uninterested.

"As I said ‘ehh’. You can go now.” The girl sat up while shrugging.

"Alright, but if you need me again, just say so~" She winked at Sana and put her clothes back on before cleaning herself with a towel the shed had and left Sana, still lying on the floor and in her thoughts as she grabbed her forehead with a hand.

'What's wrong with me...not even girls can make me stop!? Argh! Stop thinking about (YN)!' She thought to herself angrily.

Nothing was working, each person she was with, her mind only reminded her of you.

Especially the guys.

Whenever she looked at one who she was having sex with, she saw you in place.

So much so that she almost mumbled your name on several occasions.

Sana lay there thinking, thought and thought, day after day about how to break this curse of you.

“What can I do?! It’s not like I can just ask someone about this…” She groaned while closing her eyes.

She lay there until she came to a realization.

A conclusion that she would never have thought of.

"Unless…c-can it be that I actually want...to have sex with (YN)?" She silently said to herself, now sitting up hearing her phone dinged.

It was her mom asking where she was.

Sana texted back saying she had to stay behind and learn more about something she didn't understand, but that she was on her way.

After that Sana cleaned herself up and left home.

The final thought of actually wanting sex with you dominate her mind.

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It was 9:32 PM

Sana was lying on her bed, still thinking about you and about that night.

Even though she was trying her best to forget about it the past few days, she still had the idea of wanting you and just embraced the memory.

Now the more she thought about it, the more she had a different view about it.

It was wrong, really wrong, but Sana thought that you felt...different.

Different from all the others she's been with.

Maybe it was since you were her step-brother...but no...it wasn't.

She remembered the way you looked.

Powerful, intense, assertive; almost animal-like.

Like you were on a mission and nothing was going to stop you with the way you looked at her with those intense eyes.

It almost turned her on, now that she was visioning it.

Your tone of voice when you told her that it was your turn, bottomless and alarming. She wouldn't be lying if she said that she got slightly wet from hearing you, but she would never admit that.

Then the fucking...my god the fucking, true you weren’t as buff as other guys, but something about you was...well she didn't know how to describe it.

It was that exemplary.

Ding

Sana's phone lit up. She picked it up and saw a text from her mom.

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Sana, your father and I are going to be working late again.

Please tell your brother. He's not picking up his cell.

Thanks and love you.

Ok, I will, be safe and love you too

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After setting her phone down, Sana went back to her thoughts again.

The more she thought, the more she came to that same conclusion back at the shed.

Now she’s convinced of herself.

'It can't be...can it? I mean it's crazy...right?' She internally debated herself.

She then sighed and sat up on her bed.

'If this whole thing started with him, then I'm sure it has to end with him. But what am I going to say?'

About 10 mins later, she was satisfied with what she was going to say to you, now standing up from her bed and heading straight to her brother’s room.

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You were sitting at your desk in your room attempting to do homework.

Key word: attempting.

Your mind was drifting to Sana every second.

For the past days, you've been thinking of what to say...but what can you say?

Apologize for forcing yourself onto her? How does one even start with that?

You placed your head on your hands as you rubbed your temple.

The only good thing about this is that Sana hasn’t told mom or dad, but she hasn’t said a word to you since as well as keeping up her reputation at school.

“God what I have done…”

You ruined this fam-

KNOCK KNOCK

You looked up at the door.

“Yeah?” Thinking it was mom or da-

SWING

The door opened and Sana came inside the room as your body froze.

"S-Sana?" You stuttered as Sana closed the door behind.

"No, don't say another word unless I ask you something." She said as you were about to say- "If I hear a single word from you besides that, I'm leaving. Understand?"

You nodded while Sana walked closer, looking at the desk to see your homework, then back at you.

"Okay (YN), I hope you know that what you did to me was wrong. VERY wrong. Not only are we family, but you…you forced yourself onto me…" you nodded slowly, “why?”

You looked dow-

“No, you look into my eyes.” She declared as you turned your sight to her’s deeming for an answer.

“Because…because hearing all the other students talk about you I-it made me think so too…”

“So you were frustrated and pent up?”

You nodded.

“And you think fucking me while I was asleep was the best idea?!”

“...”

“For fuck sakes (YN)...buy a god damn toy or something?! Or the very least talk to me about it?!”

“...sorry.”

Sana sighed.

“Well sorry doesn’t mean shit. Especially for what you did.”

“...”

“...you want to make up for it?” She asked suddenly as you nodded fast.

“Y-yes! Anything you need Sana, I’ll do it!” You begged as Sana grinned.

“Well, here’s the thing. Since then, I’ve been trying to fuck my way out of thinking about what you did, but guess what? Nothing works,” you remained still, “and since I can't take that night out of my head and I tried my hardest to do so, believe me...but...the more I kept thinking about that, the more I realized something” she took a breath, “I want to have sex with you again."

“...what?”

"I know it's crazy and I know I just said that we're family and all, but...the more I think about it, the more I keep thinking about you, and it's driving me crazy to a point that it’s making me delusional and…sigh, I know it's fucking crazy, but somehow, you keep appearing in my mind."

You gulped.

“So I thought and…oh god damn it (YN), do you want to fuck again or not?!” She asked crossing her arms under her breasts as you gulped many times that you went dry in your mouth.

You didn't know what to even think.

Was she pranking you?

Was she filming this to blackmail you?

What’s going on in her damn mind?

Especially after that night?!

"Hurry up," She tapped her fingers as your conscious is telling you not to do it, to stay the hell away from any of that subject from Sana...but fuck that.

You nodded slowly and Sana smirked.

"Well brother~" she declared in a seducing tone, "I hope you didn't plan on getting any homework done~" leaning forward next to your ear, "and if you ever force yourself to me again, these," you groaned as Sana pressed her hand hard against your manhood to a point of pain rather than pleasure “will be gone for good, are we clear?”

“Y-yes,” You muttered as Sana gave a chuckle.

“Good, now come here~”

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You then felt your sister's soft hands on your jaw and turned your head towards her, looking up and your eyes widened as she leaned down and placed her warm and soft lips on you.

You were shocked once again.

The feeling of Sana’s lips on your felt amazing as she moaned against your lips, which only heightened the pleasure of your first kiss.

You didn't know what to do so you stayed still, feeling her hand rub against your jaw, sending a shiver down your spine.

Sana slowly lowered you down to the bed during the kiss as you felt your back hit against the soft bed, but your attention was solely on the kiss.

You stayed motionless as you were uncertain about what you were supposed to do.

This felt exhilarating for you.

You could feel her pressing her lips further to you and at that moment, you felt her breasts press up against you as your body twitched at the soft feeling of her large breasts against you.

You groaned when you felt a bulge in your pants grow.

It felt incredibly tight in your pants as your penis twitched against the fabric of your boxers with Sana eventually pulled away from the kiss, and a trail of saliva between their lips formed, as she stared down at you.

Sana slightly giggled at your facial expression of pure euphoria from just a kiss.

She rubbed her hand against your cheek and then kissed you again, moaning and trailing her hand down your body until it reached the bulge in your pants.

You arched your back slightly as your sister's touch made you suddenly feel elated with her starting to rub the bulge and you could only groan into her lips.

She broke the kiss once again and licked her lips while rubbing your bulge continuously causing you to clench the bed covers tightly with your hands.

She giggled at your reactions and moved her hand a bit faster and leaned down to kiss you on the neck. Sana nibbled on your neck slightly and sucked on your skin, leaving a reddish hickey spot on him.

All you could do is moan in satisfaction as you were dealing with emotions that you couldn't believe.

You became so distracted by the pleasure that you were unaware that your sister was moving down your body and then crouched down in between your legs at the edge of the bed.

Licking her lips seductively, she took a hold of your pants and dragged them down to your ankles with your boxers going along with them.

Your erection popped up from its confinement as it stood stiff and erect in front of her.

You felt a cold breeze in your lower body and lifted your head up to see what happened as your eyes widened as you saw your sister staring at your penis.

‘So this is what’s making me think so much? Damn, he’s actually packing, not the biggest, but it’s up there.’

"You're pretty big (YN) I’ll give you that, bigger than most." You heard Sana say as she suddenly grabbed a hold of your erection with one of her hands.

The moment her hand touched it, your mind went blank as you were overcome with a new level of pleasure that you imagined for months now.

“So this is what you wanted me to do for some time now~” She asked while stroking you a bit as you nodded, “how long~”

“F-four months…”

“Four months huh? Well, guess I don’t blame you that much for being pent up, but don’t worry~ cause now, all your fantasies will come true~”

Her warm and soft hand felt incredible against your skin as you could only moan in delight.

Sana giggled at your reaction and began to move her hand, stroking your erection slowly, allowing you to get used to the amazing feeling you felt for the first time.

You groaned again, gritting your teeth and clenching the sheets.

"Aaaahhh...Sana...this feels amazing..." You told her as she smiled and moved her hand faster.

She saw you squirm along with her movements and it made her grin at your erection as if she found a new and exciting toy to play and ravage with.

The only thing it needed, was something she could easily fix.

She reached to the top of your erection and slowly started to peel your foreskin down your mushroom-shaped bulb.

You winced softly, feeling a little pain from her doing so, but she was able to do it without real problems. She moaned when she stared at her brother's tip.

She had a look that showed how much she wanted to lick it.

So, she did.

Her desire and lust were increased as she leaned closer and started flicking her tongue against your cock.

She licked around your bulb, placing her lips against it and tasting her own brother's penis for the first time.

She lightly sucked on the glands while using one of her hands to lightly stroke your length as you felt like you were no longer in the room, but floating on a soft cloud, floating in the sky.

The warmth feeling of Sana’s tongue on your penis was from a different world, a world filled with pleasure and good sensations.

A world you never wanted to leave.

It was pure ecstasy.

Her wet tongue and soft lips only intensified your pleasure.

You couldn't believe how good this felt and Sana’s sexual desires were growing with every second and the thought of your cock only heightened them.

She flicked her tongue continuously around your bulb and began tasting your bitter pre-cum.

However, she loved the taste and showed it by going to the very tip and flicking her tongue against it as you moaned and groaned when she did this.

"Are you ready, (YN)?" she asked him, but you were too caught up with your own excitement that you didn't hear her.

She took this as a sign to go on and started taking your penis into her mouth.

Your eyes opened wide and your back arched higher as you felt your sister's warm mouth envelope your penis as she continued going down on you until she was able to fit your entire length inside.

"Ahhh! What the...this feels amazing!" You screamed in pure delight as your sister's warm mouth over your penis shook your very core.

It only got better when she started moving upwards, all the way to the tip and then back down.

You clenched the sheets as tightly as you could as your sister gave you your first-ever blowjob.

She continued to bob her head, moving at a decent speed and pace, making sure her brother didn't release so quickly. She wanted to keep doing this as long as possible.

You on the other hand were so consumed by the pleasure you weren’t aware of anything going on.

Your own sister was bobbing her head on your penis.

You couldn't describe the sensation.

It just felt so damn good that you didn't know if you could live without it and Sana…

'Why...why does this feel so much better than any other guy?' Sana thought, loving the taste of your penis.

You were not as big or had the same girth as a few, but it felt way better.

She didn't understand it.

Maybe it was the erotic mind of doing it with her brother?

The incest thoughts that made her hornier than usual?

Or the way you were that night that made her moister than anything?

However, she didn't question it for long as she continued to slurp on your erection, roaming her hands across your thighs. She then felt your penis throb inside her mouth and knew what was coming.

“Cum (YN)...give me all of it…” She bobbed faster.

"Ahhh! Sana...not so fast...ah...I-I’m coming!" You screamed as the pressure was building up to its breaking point and tightly held onto the covers as you were at your breaking point.

"AHHHH! Sana!" You arched your back and thrust upward, releasing your orgasm into her waiting mouth.

Sana moaned as she felt streams of your hot and sticky cum shoot into her mouth and took in everything you sprayed inside her, not missing a single drop.

She held her head in place as she waited for your orgasm to die down.

For you, this orgasm was ten times better than any time you had, especially three days ago.

It was just incredible how much of a difference it was.

Her warm mouth seemed to be the cause of it and you loved it as you slowly laid your back down on the covers as your orgasm died down with one last spurt of your semen entering Sana's mouth.

She moaned and moved her head up and down slowly to clean you up.

Once she got everything, she removed your penis from her mouth with a pop and backed away from it.

She swallowed the remaining semen in her mouth and smiled, seeing your erection up and ready for more.

"Hmm, shame, you came quick (YN).”

“S-sorry, I just…it’s my first so…”

“Oh really~ answer me this (YN)~ you’ve ever masturbated to me?” She asked as you nodded slowly.

What? Sana, your sister, just gave you a blowjob, no point in hiding anything at this point.

“Hehe~ ah (YN), this is gonna be fun~ And at least you got stamina cause you’re still hard as hell, which is what I can’ say for most, don’t be as quick again.” She demanded as you opened your eyes, no longer in the state of euphoria you was in as she crawled on top of you until she met you face to face and lowered herself and kissed you on the lips, moaning into your mouth.

You, who was still at your high point, closed your eyes and pushed yourself forward a bit, trying your best to kiss back.

Sana made a soft noise in surprise as she opened her eyes slightly to look at you and smiled and kissed her brother back, pressing her chest down onto you, rubbing herself on your cock, stimulating you for the next round.

She forced you to open your lips and she quickly entered inside and roamed her tongue around the inside of your mouth and ended with a dance between each other’s tongues.

You both moaned continuing their passionate make-out session with love only they could feel.

Sana pulled away and stared down at you with a warm smirk as she completely dominated you.

You opened your eyes and stared up at your sister, calming from your racing heartbeat from the intense kiss they shared.

She smiled at you and tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear and grabbed one of your hands and led them straight to her breast.

Your eyes widened at the softness of her large breasts. You may not be having direct contact with them right now, but they still felt incredible to touch.

"W-Wow..." You muttered in awe.

“You don’t think I noticed you catching glimpses at me from time to time?” She said as you looked at her, “you’re a naughty boy (YN)~ I see why now~”

“...”

“Go ahead, do whatever you want~”

Sana smiled at you as she clenched your hand and started moving your hand.

Your ears twitched at the angelic sound she made, the same one that you loved. You felt proud to be the one who made her moan like that and not someone else.

How you wanted to hear it again.

"That’s it, keep doing it~" You started moving your hand on your own, your body responding to your excitement and gave her breast a squeeze, making her moan again.

How much you loved that sound.

You continued kneading and squeezing her breast, stimulating her body in ways that she loved.

Sana bit her bottom lip, as she desperately wanted to feel your hands against her actual flesh, taking your hand and removed it from her breast.

You frowned in disappointment as she smiled at you.

"Hold on..." She told you and straddled your waist, your erection rubbing against her pelvis and lower abdomen.

She grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head.

You could only look in complete awe as she removed the fabric with one fluid motion making her breasts bounce.

You felt your cheeks get red as you couldn't help but stare at her white bra-covered breasts.

She tossed her shirt to the floor and then reached behind her to unclasp her bra and tossed it to the floor as well and revealed her large mounds to you.

You were at a loss for words.

You have never seen something so beautiful, so sexy, and just so amazing looking. Her pale skin and her pink perky nipples looked beautiful.

Your sister's breasts looked incredible in the light and that was more than enough for you to latch onto one of her breasts and grabbed the other with a hand.

Sana squealed as she felt you begin to suck on her boob, flicking your tongue against her nipple like a hungry carnivore.

Your hand squeezed and kneaded her other breast, stimulating her twice as much as with your previous contact.

"Ahhh that's it (YN)~ it feels so good~" She screamed in delight as you smirked.

You pinched her nipple in between your fingers and pulled them softly to pleasure her more and did the same with the other, except you nibbled on her perky nipple while keeping your mouth latched over on your favorite part of your sister.

Sana squirmed on your waist, loving everything her brother was doing to her body. It was completely different than any person doing it and she was glad she decided to do this.

She loved your warm mouth against her breast to the point she was disappointed when you let go, only to switch breasts.

This made her elated and consumed by lust.

She wanted more though.

As you continued to attack her breasts, she used her hands to slip off her clothes and then her white panties, leaving her completely nude in front of you.

She rubbed her cunt, feeling how wet and hot it felt, showing how much she needed a dick inside her.

You felt something wet against your penis, prompting you to let go of her breasts and looked down to see your sister now completely naked above you.

You felt your entire face get red.

"W-when did you..." You muttered as she giggled took her hand and rubbed her hand up and down your erection.

"Alright, I think I’m wet enough for the main event~" You gulped as you looked at her lust-filled eyes.

You were about to have sex with your sister once more and it sent chills down your spine and a feeling of excitement.

There was also nervousness too, but you did your best to hold that emotion back as Sana took hold of your cock and aligned it with her opening.

Your eyes widened as far as they could go as you felt her hot and wet insides immediately clamp around your penis, making you feel the pleasure.

Sana moaned as she took your entire length inside her.

Your penis wasn't as big, it didn't fully reach her cervix, but that didn't matter to her.

In fact, your penis just felt so different, so much more amazing than any penis she ever had inside her.

She didn't know why this was the case, but she didn't question it and just enjoyed the pleasure it gave her.

Your mind was gone as the pleasure of being inside your sister was all you cared about. It felt incredible to be inside her.

The tight walls that surrounded your erection, plus the heat and wetness of her vagina, was an experience that you could die from.

It was just that good as you gripped her thighs tightly as the tightness of her walls was making your release come sooner than you wanted.

However, you couldn't help it.

You just lost your virginity and you were happy that it was your sister who took it from you…what an odd saying now thinking-

"W-Wow Sana...this feels amazing...you feel so good..."

"Heh I haven’t even moved (YN), you really are a virgin."

“Sa-oh…”

She didn't give you the chance to say anything as she leaned down to you and placed her soft lips on your mouth again.

You moaned as you kissed back, moving your tongue with hers.

Her breasts pressed against your chest as she roamed her hands under your shirt and up your body. Her touch was spine-tingling as your penis contracted inside her.

She moaned when she felt it stiffen and smiled into the kiss.

She pulled away and straddle your waist again.

“Hope you’re ready~"

She asked you and you nodded.

Smiling, she placed her hands on your chest and then lifted her hips and began riding you at a slow pace.

You curled your toes in satisfaction as you watched Sana bounce up and down on your cock.

Her breasts bounced along with her movements, hypnotizing you and making you love her mounds all over again.

You licked your lips and raised your hands to grab both of her breasts.

She moaned when you made contact, squeezing, pull,ing and kneading her breasts, earning an angelic sound from her mouth.

You loved that sound.

Sana felt like she was in heaven.

Your cock felt great inside her.

Having sex with her own brother was compelling enough, but this, this was worth the risk.

She moved her hands from your chest and towards the covers next to your head as she focused more on her movements.

She sped up and the sounds of their flesh smacking echoed throughout the room, mixed along with their moans.

You leaned up and took one of her breasts into your mouth again, sucking on her teat like before and kneaded her other breast in your hand and began thrusting upward, matching her bounces and joining her in their forbidden lovemaking.

Sana moaned your name continuously, her eyes filled with nothing but lust for her brother. You removed your mouth from her breast with a pop and kneaded them in circles, squishing her breasts against each other.

"Sana...this feels incredible...oh..." You moaned as you felt another orgasm approach.

"Ah~ (YN)...oh this is wonderful~...I'm gonna cum..." She screamed, rolling her head back in pleasure.

"Me too...ahhh...I’m not protect-"

“I am, just cum inside me!” Sana instructed as you grabbed her waist and held on to her tightly.

Both sister and brother felt their orgasms approach quickly as she bounced faster on you and you thrust fast into her and looked down at you and placed a hand on your cheek.

She leaned down and kissed you as they made out while in the middle of their intercourse, but pulled away quick and screamed as she felt her orgasm reaching its boiling point.

"Ahhh...I'm cumming...I'm cumming (YN)..."

"Me too...me too Sana!" You tightened your hands on her waist.

The bed creaked with every one of their quick-paced movements as their simultaneous orgasms were about to erupt.

"I'm cumming! Sana!" You let out a final scream as you released and came inside your sister again.

"(YN)!" She screamed your name as well, her walls tightening around your cock and forcing you to release your semen into her waiting womb.

The two stayed still as they rode their orgasms.

Jet streams of your hot and thick seed filled her up again, giving her a pleasure that she couldn't describe in words.

Both of you panted as their orgasms died down.

Your groin was covered in her vaginal secretion and semen that leaked out of her opening as her body glowed in the lightly dimmed room.

The sweat that covered her body glistened against the light, making her look absolutely stunning to you.

It was like a work of art that you exclusively wanted for yourself.

She was like a goddess in your eyes as she looked down at you and smiled, leaning down and kissed you.

It was quick but felt just as good.

"Sana...that was amazing..." You said as she caressed your cheek.

"It was incredible (YN), but now…now since you’ve done such a wonderful job~ I’ll let you pick the next position~" She grinned while staring at you.

And again, something changed inside you.

All that questioning you had of this was now gone.

You then smirked and stared back.

“Doggy?” You asked as Sana grinned and Sana got on her arms and legs as you stood up behind her.

Her ass was on display and couldn't help, but slap a cheek hard as Sana moaned at your roughness, but…

“I didn’t say slap me! I said fuck me!" She ordered as she stretched her pussy walls with her hand herself to invite you in.

You positioned your cock in her and grabbed onto her hips and slowly pushed in as both moaned yet again as you started to go in and out of her in a pace, but you really wanted to please her so you drastically increased your speed as Sana took your cock.

"Oh god...(YN)! (YN)! (YN)!...keep going!"

Your groin was connecting to her ass every time you thrusted in her and Sana could only hold onto the sheets of the bed and moan loudly as she was getting pounded rapidly.

"Oh yes, yes, yes, yes...just like that. Oh god..."

It was indeed like last time.

This was it.

This was what Sana was missing and craving for.

Who cares if your siblings, no one needed to know.

This was way better than any of the other students and she didn't know why and didn't care.

All she cared about was you and her.

After about a couple of minutes of raw fucking, Sana…

“Oh god (YN)! I’m gonna cum!”

“So am I!” With that, you grabbed onto Sana’s hips and really drilled into her.

“Ah (YN)! Ooh my fucking god!” Sana gripped the sheets as you groaned without any words and then…

“Hmph!” With one thrust you released another wave of semen into your sister’s pussy and Sana lumped on the bed as she felt your essence dripping out of her love hole.

“Ah~...oh god…Mmmm...so good~" She said as you released your deflated penis, all slobbed with her juices and laid down on the bed next to her, both heavily breathing and sweating like you both ran a marathon, "that...was amazing~" Sana hushed as you nodded.

"Yeah it was," you replied. "so…what uh…is this a…?”

“Just say it (YN).”

“A one time thing?" You said as Sana chuckled and patted your chest.

"Hmm...well, I don't know, it was-”

“(YN)! Sana! I’m back!” Your dad’s voice echoed as both of you were alerted.

"Shit!" “Crap!” Both said while getting up, adrenaline surging you both as you two quickly dressed back up and hid anything to remove any evidence of the sin both committed on the bed as Sana stated that they’ll be down in a minute as your dad said it was fine while he was getting a drink.

Before going out, you stopped Sana.

"What?"

"We need to talk about this...about us."

"We will, but later."

You nodded as the both of you walked out together and down the stairs.

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TIMESKIP

ONE WEEK LATER

Well, it's been a week since that night and still, you both haven't talked yet.

You were impatient about it, but you wanted to give Sana time to think about this, after all that you two did was different.

You can tell that she was thinking about this during her time. She wasn't really the same since that night as she was quiet again and she seemed to be going back to her old self again.

Even though you both live under the same roof and same classes, you both barely said words to one another as you were at your locker with 7th period was about to start, but something was weird today. In fact the past week.

Sana actually dressed appropriately.

No tied-up shirt or a low skirt, but the way the school clothing should be.

And she seemed more upbeat.

You are glad, don't get yourself wrong, but it was strange. Last week she wasn't herself and now-

"Hey (YN)." You looked to see Sana walking toward you. She was still clothed in the way it should be and not her version.

"What's up Sana."

"So I was wonderi-"

"Hey, Sana." Someone from behind her spoke up.

You both turned to see some guy walking towards the both of you.

Most likely one of Sana's 'friends'.

"Can I help you?" She asked.

"Actually, yeah you can. Mind staying with me some guys after school~" He said leaning against the lockers, "we're hosting a small get-together after our win last night and wondering if you wanted to join us?"

"No, I'm good," Sana answered.

"What?"

"I said I'm good." Sana repeated as you rose a brow and smiled at her as Sana smiled back at you.

"So I was wondering-"

"Hey!" The guy yelled as he grabbed her wrist which made Sana panic, "you can't blow me off like that!"

You then went in between and grabbed his wrist.

"Let her go!" The guy wasn't that big; he was similar to your height.

He looked right into your eyes.

"And who are you asshole."

"Her brother. Now I won't say it again. Let. Her. Go."

The guy glared at you and let go of Sana...only to shove you hard. You took a couple of steps back. By now a crowd was starting to form around you three.

"Hey, you can't push him like that!" Sana yelled at him.

"Like a give a damn and you still haven't answered me."

"I said no!" Sana yelled and then came to your side and held your hand, "come on (YN), let's go." She said as you both walked away.

Unfortunately...

"That's a first. The fucking slut said no." The guy yelled out causing everyone to look at Sana as you looked at her and her face said it all: Hurt, embarrassed and sadden.

You let go of Sana's hand and turned towards the guy and walked to him.

"What? You going to d-"

THUMP

But he was cut short when you punched his face and grabbed his shirt, roughly pushing him into the lockers and brought your arm up and tried to punch-

THUMP

“Hmph!”

He kneed you in the stomach in return as you hissed and he turned the two of you around so that your back was against the lockers now as you guarded and tried to retaliate.

The crowd of students was shouting words, some recording and some calling for help as Sana stood there petrified, legs frozen as she didn't know what to do.

The guy then went for a punch, but you used an arm to block it, then out of nowhere...

SLAM

You head-butted the student hard, right on his nose, stumbling back, holding onto his nose as you rubbed your forehead.

“So much easier in the movies…” You complained as the guy dropped his hand and saw blood as it poured out of his nose.

"You little shit!" He yelled as he lunged-

"ENOUGH!!!" A loud voice came through the pack of the students watching as the principal came through, "Both of you in my office! Now! Everyone get to class!" He yelled out while getting near you both and grabbing your arms.

You two were forced to follow him as…

“(YN)!?” Sana came quickly to you and hugged you as you hugged back.

"Everything will be fine. Don't worry. Just get to class alright." You whispered into her ear and let go of her as she nodded slowly, her eyes glossy as you smiled at her, “I’ll be fine Sana, don’t worry,” Sana nodded once more as you followed the principal.

She looked back to see your back slowly growing smaller as you left while Sana remained rooted, a single tear falling as she couldn’t hold her emotions.

“(YN)...I’m sorry…”

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You were in your room after you came home early from school.

Yeah, you got suspended.

Your parents came to pick you up and they gave you a stern argument in the car ride home as you told them that the guy was messing with Sana and while they were still mad, they thanked you for protecting your sister but said that the fight was unnecessary.

Now you were on your phone on your bed passing the time until...

THUMP

The door was crashed open as Sana appeared in her uniform.

"(YN)!"

She ran and jumped on top of you as you held her back.

Her head in the crook of your neck as she held onto you with you patting her back for a few seconds before she then pushed herself off and letting you sit up.

"A-are you okay?" She asked with concern as you nodded.

"Sana I told you I’ll be fine. Just got suspended for a week." Sana released a breath of stress out.

"Thank god. I was scared that you got expelled."

"They were lenient on me since other students came up to tell the story of how I was just protecting you. Not sure about the other guy." Sana sighed.

"I'm sorry (YN). If it wasn't for me, this wouldn't have happened."

"Don't blame yourself Sana. That guy was an asshole."

"But-"

"But nothing Sana. He badmouthed you and I couldn't let him get away with that." You said with a smile.

"But you got hurt because of me." She looked down.

"I don't care." She looked back up, “I’d do anything for your safety Sana.”

“Don’t be stupid (YN), I don’t want you to get hurt for me!”

“It’s not stupid Sana, I’m supposed to look out for you.”

“Well, I can take care of myself just fine (YN)! I don’t need you to-” Sana stopped as she took a breath in and out, “sorry, sorry I’m just-” Sana stopped once more as she moved to be next to you and placed her head on your shoulder, “I don’t want to see you get hurt (YN)...I don’t…”

“I know Sana. Same to you, I don’t want to hear anyone insult you like that.”

Sana didn’t move, “, especially to the girl I love.”

Sana’s eyes widened.

“Lo-” Sana turned her head to look at you.

“When our parents adopted you, they promised me that I should be the best brother I could be. Someone to look after you and to take care of you. That's why I don't care. I don't care about getting hurt if it means you'll be fine."

"(YN)..." Sana said softly.

"Growing up, you were shy and hung with me, but I didn't care. I was supposed to take care of you so I let you stick close to me. I needed to be with you to protect you, but soon that 'need' turned to 'want'. And growing up, I started to develop a crush on you." Sana gulped, "It was wrong I know. But being a young kid and growing up with someone attractive like you, playing and hanging around with me almost 24/7. It just...got to me. Of course, you were my sister, so obviously I had to push them away. But what they said about your first love being hard to get rid of...it's true."

"You mean, actual love?" She clarified as you nodded in response.

"Yeah, actual love, not in a sibling way, but romantically. I love you Sana."

“...”

"I love you for a lot of reasons. You're beautiful, unique, smart, playful, and funny. You're all that and then the minor things, the way your hair flows in the wind, your smile that brights me up, your silly laugh that makes me smile. It's honestly everything about you. In a word, you're perfect Sana, you're perfect for me."

Sana just took everything.

Her heart was beating like a drum.

"But you're my sister and I tried to get rid of that love, but couldn't and every time I see or even hear about you at school...I was so jealous of the other students, and I couldn't take it anymore, and...and now here we are, but I can't help to think that I'm just another guy to you," you said looking down, "someone that you'll be tired off and eventually move on."

Sana just sat there and took your confession.

You loved her.

And it pained her to see you this way.

"(YN), I'm sorry that I made you feel this way, but I can promise you that I'll never leave you." She then grabbed your face with both her hands to look at her. “You're not just another guy to me. You're someone that I know is always going to look after me. Since we were little kids, you've been there to protect me, you've been there to see if I was okay, even now you're taking punches for me. You're someone who is very important to me (YN) and I know we haven't talked yet, but you're different."

You couldn't help but smile at her words.

"And then after our second night together, something has been bugging me, nothing bad no. Well, I can't really explain it, but you were different from anyone that I've been with. It felt...right. And that whenever I'm with you, my heart just beats fast and I feel funny around you. And when I think about this feeling, you're the only one that pops into my head and I can't help but...smile and be happy that it's you that I'm thinking of. I'm not experienced in love or anything, but," she grasps your hand, "I think this is the way you feel about me."

“...”

"(YN), I-I think I love you too and not the sibling way either," She then looked away. "I'm so sorry, I was hurting you this whole time, the entire time. I-"

"It's fine Sana, what matter now is the now and the future okay? That’s all that matter." She turned to look at your smile. "So...what do we do? What are we?" You asked.

"I guess we're a couple now." She said. "And we do what couples do, we can go on dates, you know dinner, movies, that sort of things, but we have to keep this a secret between us." She explained as you nodded.

"Yeah, yeah, okay, I'd love that." She then just leaned into you enjoying your warmth and comfort as you held her.

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TWO WEEKS LATER

It's been two weeks since each confessed to one another and both couldn't be happier. During your week of suspension, you and Sana have been at home just being in close proximity to one another.

Each day would be the same, every morning before she went off to school; she would see you privately without your parents around, and with her uniform being proper like, and give you a kiss goodbye, a 'long' kiss goodbye for before she left home.

Then when she came home, she would once again, in private, give you a hello kiss, yes a long one too.

After that, she would be in your room or vice versa and both would just watch TV, and play board games, and on their phones, it really didn't matter if it's something both can do.

You both even went out to hang out with some friends a couple of times.

Of course, they went to go on secret dates.

You both went to see a movie and had a lunch date together over the next couple of weeks. It was really fun, both talked a lot about what you missed in school and other stuff.

You both really enjoyed these moments and none couldn't be any happier.

Now that you're suspension was up, you came back to school.

Sana was still in her proper uniform and hanged around you as much as she could. Guys would occasionally ask for her 'assistance', but she either ignore them or say no and walk away before any drama would start.

All in all, it was a good two weeks.

Of course, you both haven't done 'it' since that night, but it didn’t matter since-

KNOCK KNOCK

You stared at your door.

"Yeah?" You said as Sana opened the door with a notebook in hand.

"Hey," You said as she came into your room.

"Hey, you doing anything?” She asked as you shook your head.

“History homework, what’s up?” Sana closed the door behind and came closer while placing her notebook on your desk and you noticed a bunch of math formulas.

"I got this math test on Friday. I was wondering how you do the trig functions?" She asked as you stared at her, “Please, I’m beyond confused, and the teachers suck at explaining this.”

You nodded.

“Sure, huh, let’s sit on the bed and I’ll show you.” Seeing as how you only have one seat, being on the bed would be more room to show as Sana grabbed her notebook and you grabbed some pencils.

And after a twenty-minute lesson, she was starting to get it.

You gave her problems and she went to work with you overseeing her.

"I think this is good." She said as she handed the paper to you.

"Hmm....yup, that’s the answer. Nice job." Sana smiled.

“Okay, I’m starting to understand now. Can we still do this?” She asked as you nodded. “Hehe~ thanks (YN),”

“Course,” and just as you were going to talk…

“So I was wondering, if I do well on the test, can I get a reward?" She said eyeing you.

You were a bit confused about her question.

"Okay? What do you want?" She then smiled and gave you some serious sexual eyes.

"I think you already know~" She said cooingly suddenly starting to massage your cock over your shorts as you flinched at the contact, “Ara ara~ someone need some help~ it has been a while~" She said still glazing at you.

"Sana, we can’t do anything like this when our parents are here…" You said quietly, but her massaging you was not helping.

"Oh they can't hear us," She leaned closer to your face, "and besides, it’s kind of erotic that they can catch us. Hmm~ it’s making my pussy wet just thinking about it~ you want a feel~" She suggested putting her other hand over her shorts, “maybe a lick~”

'Fuck…god damn it Sana…'

KNOCK KNOCK

Both of you quickly went to normal as the door was being knocked on.

“(YN)? Sana? Do you want anything from the kitchen, I’m making a few sandwiches?” Your dad’s voice was heard.

“Nah,” “No thanks dad,”

“Alright,” is all he said and a few seconds passed as you turned to Sana and rose a brow.

“See. And as much as I want to and I really want to. We can't do anything like that okay? Not when our parents are home." Sana pouted at the words.

"You’re so boring (YN), fine, but do I still get a reward?" She said while putting her hands on the bed.

"Yeah sure, you can still get your reward...if you manage to get an A." She widened her eyes.

"An A?! (YN) I only have three days to learn this!"

"And I know you can do this. You're a smart girl, I know you are. Your grades aren't really showing it, but I know you can do this. Back in middle school, you were one of the brightest girls there was."

Sana, since starting high school, hasn't been doing well in her grades, your parents were confused since she was smart back in middle school, but they reckon it's because of the change from middle to high.

“Can you help me?” She asked as you nodded.

“Of course, anything for you Sana.” She smiled as she leaned toward you and both shared a quick kiss as Sana pulled away, leaving you with a smile, “thanks (YN).”

But here she was asking for your help with homework and you stared at her, as she wondered why you were looking at her like that.

"What?" She asked as she saw your stare.

"It's been a while since I actually saw you care for school work," Sana grumbled and playfully pushed you.

"Rude, I do some homework here and there. In fact, I've been catching up on assignments. Getting my missing work in and everything." You rose a brow.

"Yeah? What changed?"

"You." She said looking at you.

"Yeah?" You repeated as Sana nodded.

"You’ve working on your assignments while suspended so I just thought that I should catch up on homework too." She said nonchalant as you smiled and pecked her on her lips as she smiled after.

"Well, shall we continue then?" She nodded and both continued to learn.

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TIMESKIP

DAYS LATER

Friday came and you and Sana were in your room while both of you were on your bed, no, not doing that.

Sana was nervous holding her laptop on her lap and kept refreshing the page of her Math class, waiting for the update on her score.

"Sana don't worry, I'm sure you did well." You held onto her shoulder with one hand as Sana sighed.

"I know I'm tryi-It's there!" She said while looking away, "I can't look, tell me whats the score." You leaned down and saw the score on the right as you grinned.

"I'm sorry Sana, you didn't get an A..." You felt her shoulders drop, "you got an A-"

Sana looked at the screen and indeed she got a 92 out of 100.

"You JERK!" She turned and pushed you as you laughed. "Why’d you say that?!"

"Haha! Sorry Sana, I couldn't resist."

“Meanie…” Sana pouted but looked at her score and smiled, “I can’t believe I got an A.” You smiled and leaned back up to her.

“Well you are smart Sana, not sure why you keep doubting yourself.” You poked her head as Sana looked at you, “congrats,”

“Hehe~ And it was thanks to you (YN),” She smiled while leaning forward and you two shared a quick kiss as you shook your head afterward.

“Nah, it was all you Sana,”

“Still…” Sana took a look at her score and closed her laptop, standing up and placing it on the desk while turning to you.

"So~,” Sana walked to you and straddled you, her hands on your shoulders as you smiled at her, “ about my reward~" She asked with her face close to yours.

"Already Sana?"

"We’re alone (YN)~, which means~" She leaned closer to whisper in your ear, "we can fuck as hard as we want my dear brother~" The way she whispers, god it was grand.

"I guess so~ my dear sis~" She smiled at you before pushing her face to yours and kissing you on the lips.

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Sana had always been a great kisser, but today, this kiss felt like the best thing in the world. You wrapped your arms around her slim body, pulling her tighter against you and deepening the kiss.

Both tongues met halfway in each other's mouths, licking and tasting each other. You couldn't help but get an erection growing in your shorts.

You both groaned into each other's mouths, hearing the lust between the two rises.

You moved your hand into her top, and to your not so surprise, no bra as you grasped onto one of her soft breasts, and the moment you did, she pulled her mouth away from yours to let out a low and hot moan that made your cock twitch.

Sana tossed her head back, exposing your neck to you.

You quickly latched your tongue onto the soft skin, causing her to moan and rock her hips on your cock.

This went on for a couple of minutes before your lips met again.

You then lifted her top up, displaying her large globes and hardened nipples to you. You lowered your head and took one of her nipples into her mouth, licking and rolling around them with your tongue.

"Ahhh! I love that~" Sana moaned wrapping her arms around your head and pulling you closer to suck her perfect-sized breasts, taking your time, going from nipple to nipple, enjoying the taste of her skin as well as the feel of them in your mouth.

You kept sucking onto her neck, but Sana had other plans.

She pulled your head towards hers and began kissing you once more. You let yourself enjoy the taste of her mouth while your hands were busy going inside her sweatpants. Sana then put her hands on yours and smirked at you.

She stood up from your lap, enough to be out of your reach. You knew what she was about to do, it was like the last time they did it. We smiled at each other before the beautiful brunette started to strip in front of you.

First her partly already shuffled top came off and was thrown on her desk. She then turned around presenting her shapely rear to you. She pulled her sweats down slowly, revealing her sexy ass to your sight with an antagonizing pain.

She was wearing black panties that barely covered her.

She then kicked her sweats away and started walking backward, butt first towards you. Once she saw that she was close to you, she brought her hands onto her knees and bent over.

Her ass and her damp panties were now inches away from your face.

"Well come on bro~ Eat me up." She said as she shook her tush at you.

You pulled the panties down quick and pressed your tongue against her pussy. Licking her from the bottom all the way to the top. She tasted wonderful like last time and you were trying to lick up all the juices running down out of her.

You rant your tongue inside her, licking and exploring each wall of her lips. Sana was groaning and moaning as more of her juices flowed into your mouth.

Sana was enjoying this so much that she began pushing her butt against your face. She was rubbing her ass on your face trying to get your tongue deeper into her.

Believe you, you were trying to go as deep as you could.

Then you brought your hands up; one fondling her ass cheeks and the other toying with her clit.

"Mmm...ahh! (YN) I think...Ahh!" Sana moaned out loud, evidently close to an orgasm. So you kept going, this time with more effort as you tongue fucked her and sped up your fingers on her clit.

"Yes...yes! Ahh yes! (YN)!" Sana yelled out your name as an orgasm ripped through her body.

Her juices came onto your face that you closed your eyes to shield them from the liquid, it went on your face and dripped downwards onto your shirt and shorts.

Once she figured she was done, she quickly turned around and licked your face, cleaning and tasting her own cum.

Once that was done, she dove into your mouth to share some that she stored in her mouth and forced it into yours. You didn't mind one bit. The taste was exquisite.

"God that was so good!" She said happily.

"Damn Sana, you got all over me."

"Can you blame me, I've been holding out for this moment ever since our last time."

"Holding out? You mean you haven't been with anyone else?" She shook her head.

"I know I have a...reputation at school, but I haven't been with anyone since we did it last time. Like I said, you changed me somehow."

You just smiled at her statement and brought her into a passionate kiss.

You let go of her, "I love you, Sana."

"I love you too (YN)." Both then stared into the eyes of each other for a bit before...

"Alright enough talk. Time for action and I believe it's your turn now brother~" Sana said before dropping to her knees in front of you.

Sana quickly pulled your wet shorts down, making your cock pop out as she gave it a smile before licking your hard shaft from the balls to the head. It was your turn to groan as your loving sister used her sexy mouth.

You watched as she opened her mouth wide and pushed your cock inside.

You watched at amazement as your cock continued to disappear into her mouth inch by inch until halfway through.

Sana looked up at you, her soft brown eyes connecting with yours as she wrapped one of her soft hands around the lower half of your cock and began pumping. She pumped your cock as she used her mouth and tongue to tease and play with your head of you.

It was all amazing.

The first time she did this to you was great, but it was nothing compared to the intense pleasure she was bringing you now.

Maybe due to the new love each one had for each other.

You ran your hand across her hair, tugging her brother's cock softly as she kept pumping and licking recklessly. She bobbed a few times before popping your cock out.

"This is perfect. Your cum, I want it. I need it."

She then dove down onto you again.

If there was one positive thing coming from her past experiences, she was talented...very talented.

She then again pulled it out and looked at you.

"Fuck my mouth, (YN)! Fuck it!" You nodded and she put it back into her mouth as you grabbed her hair tightly and began pumping you even deeper into her mouth, she let go of the grasp she had and let you take control and held nothing back and started fucking her mouth.

"Oh god Sana!" You moaned as you felt her tongue swirl and dip all around your cock's head and shaft.

You were so close to cumming and breathing heavily and felt your cock twitch and your lower half stiffen up.

"Ahhh! SANA!" You yelled loudly as you felt the cum explode from your cock and down her throat. Sana then pulled you out as she continued stroking you, aiming it all over her face and chest as strains of your hot cum came streaking at her.

You couldn't take or give anymore and sat on your bed, breathing hard to regain your air watching Sana scooping up your cum with her fingers and putting them into her mouth, savoring the taste.

"God, so good~" She moaned.

"Glad you enjoyed it."

"Oh I am. And since we made a mess last time on your bed. How about we use the shower this time? We could use some cleaning as well." Sana asked while still covered in your cum.

"Sure." Was all you said.

And with that, both headed quickly to the bathroom, taking off the remaining clothing both had as they went.

Reaching the bathroom, you turned on the shower and tested the temperature before hopping in while Sana was giving you a handy to get your cock hard again, which was succeeding.

After the water felt warm, you jumped in and signaled her to come as she walked to you, trapping your cock against her pussy and your pelvis. You wrapped one arm around her frame and the other squeezed one of her ass cheeks.

"Mhmm. Someone's excited." She asked me over the sound of the water splashing on her body, cleaning away the cum from her skin.

"Can you blame me?" You responded to her as she started to grind herself on your body as she felt your cock stroking her pussy lips, making both moans into each other's mouth.

"Mhmmm, Fuck me (YN). Take me. I'm all yours."

She moaned, still rubbing her body against yours, making your lust for her increase. You then lifted her and she wrapped her legs around my waist. You pushed her body against the shower wall, and slowly pushed yourself into her tight pussy.

"AHHH, FUCK!"

Sana screamed as you pierced her folds. Her pussy was so tight, but the water and she was making it so wet that it just slide in without any difficulty as the intense tightness made your eyes shut, your body shivering in the pleasure of it.

"Ohhh, fuck!" You shouted, feeling her walls adjust to your size.

You firmly held Sana by her ass as you slowly thrust into her.

Your lips met once again, tongues once again fighting for dominance, only it was for a bit as you increased your speed, forcing Sana to pull away and lean her head back against the bathroom wall.

"Fuck! FUCK! FUCK!"

Sana screamed as you adjusted your position a bit, You spread your legs apart, therefore, spreading hers apart as well and forcing her to open herself more. You felt her pussy loosen a little, allowing you to thrust faster and with more power within each one.

You lowered your head and sucked her neck again. Sana raised your grabbed your head hard, holding on for dear life as you drove her closer and closer to another orgasm.

"FUCK ME, FUCK ME! I love my brother's big dick tearing me apart!" Shouted Sana, obviously not caring who heard.

It was all wonderful, her body felt amazing against yours: her breasts against your chest, her nipples grazing you, her legs and arms around your body and head, privates smashing into one another.

Her pussy was tight, wet, and hot, you never wanted to leave that feeling.

"Ahhhhh...Ohhhh FUCK! I'm cumming! DON'T STOP!" You had no intention to.

You held on tightly to her body as you sped up the fucking. The sound of your bodies slamming into each other could easily be heard over the sounds of the shower.

"OHHHH!" Sana continued moaning with her pussy tightening around you which signaled her orgasm.

"(YN) (YN) (YN)!" She screamed as she came hard.

Feeling her cum sent you over the edge and came with her.

"OHHHH!" You grunted as you sent your cum deep into her hot pussy.

"Shit Sana...mph...mph!" You continued to curse as the orgasm you were feeling nearly knocked you out. You were careful in not to fall since you were holding Sana up by her ass. You still held her against the wall as both initiated a kiss. We then separated, breathing hard at what just happened.

"I can go for one more." You said.

She then told you to let her down. You did and Sana turned around and looked back, she used one hand to spread her legs to show her pussy.

You then inserted your cock into her and slowly fucked her from behind.

"Oh (YN)...I'll never get tired of this..." Sana said as she held you by the neck.

"Me neither...ready." As you grasp her hips.

"Of course."

You then sped up and began thrusting upwards into her, her ass jiggled with each thrust and Sana could only moan at the intense fucking she was receiving.

You then brought your hands from her hips and fondled her breasts. They were smooth since the water was rinsing over you two and you fondled and grasped and did whatever you wanted with them...and Sana loved it.

"AHH! (YN)...I'm-I'm MMM (YN)!"

Sana came quickly. Her juices flowing down the drain. She was a bit disappointed she couldn't go any longer, but the pleasure was that good. You kept thrusting into her without caring about her orgasm, but you were close.

"Sana...I'm...inside or-"

"No, let me drink it."

You then pulled out and she then turned around and kneeled on the hard shower floor, she put your cock in her mouth and gave you a quick blowjob to which you groaned.

"S-Sana...i-it's...SANA!" You yelled out as you came again. This time Sana was determined to take everything in. Her throat was instantly getting drowned in your cum. It was very warm and delicious to her. She couldn't resist it.

She took it all in and after she sucked you dry, she stood up.

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The water was still running as you just stared at each other. Brown eyes to (Color) eyes.

Sana then pushed her body forward to yours as she closed her eyes.

"I love you (YN). I really do."

You smiled and swore that you were slightly crying out of happiness.

"I love you too Sana. I love you too." You said still holding her.

She opened her eyes and felt water in her eyes. Maybe it was the shower or her, she didn't know, but Sana knew that this was the happiest she's ever been.

Both kissed again, but it was a loving one this time.

"I think it's time we get out. I have no idea what time it is. And if dad is out shopping, he should be home in ten minutes or so."

She nodded and both stepped out of the shower.

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After drying yourselves up, Sana went to go change, but you dried yourself faster and simply got into some sweats and a tank top. You decided to make a light snack of some eggs and toast for you and her.

You barely got the eggs out when you heard Sana coming down the stairs.

Sana joined you in the kitchen and instead of wearing something of hers, she was wearing one of your shirts. It looked big on her frame, but she looked so cute in it. She approached you and gave a peck on your lips as she went to wash the dishes.

Both started to work on each of your activities but kept glancing at the other person only to smile when each one got caught.

It felt so good being with her and her with you.

'This...this is the woman/man I want to be with forever.'

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ONE YEAR LATER

It's been one year since you both confessed to one another, your parents don't know still.

The relationship was still strong and grew each and every day.

Sana changed for the better in school and got her grades up, getting to the top 5 students in the class. You were proud of her when she received her diploma from the staff. Her smile brought you to a smile and one tear escaped your eye from seeing her so happy.

Sana changed her role at school.

No longer was she the 'slut' of the school.

Her whole behavior turned 180, she was now this proper, sweet, and still as attractive girl. Turns out she was still the one that everyone wanted, just not having sex or anything, but going out and starting a relationship.

Too bad she's taken for.

She would deny any and all requests and stick close to you.

Only not showing that she was yours.

Both you and Sana eventually graduated high school and both got enrolled in (University), but the bad news was that it was three hours away driving.

So you and Sana told your parents if they can move out and share an apartment together, rather than a dorm, together that was close to the University.

It was cheaper and both would be together.

The first reason was for their parents, the second was for Sana and you, but you didn't tell them that.

Ultimately they agreed and after long goodbye, you two left the apartment they found earlier in the starting month. They promised they visit over some weekends and holidays.

Of course, the first thing you both did in your new apartment was broke the bed.

Now they have their own privacy no one was there to catch you two.

No one was there to disturb you. It was just the two of them and they couldn't be happier. Each and every day they would have classes at the university, but coming home to each other's arms made their days better.

Currently, you were walking back from your classes, tired after doing two exams. You came into your apartment to find Sana sitting on the couch.

"Hey, you're here early?"

"..."

"Sana, you doing ok?"

"Can you sit?" You just sat on the couch.

"What's up, something wrong?" She shook her head.

"It's been one year to do this day."

"Our anniversary is next week though." You said confused.

"No, our first time together." You made an 'oh' face, "I've been thinking for a bit, the past couple of weeks, and...you've changed me (YN). Ever since that day, I wasn't the girl for the first months of our senior year, ever since we started our relationship, something just clicked in me and changed me...and it was you. When you listed the reasons why you loved me. You didn't love me because of my body, but for me. It made me excited and I wanted to be those reasons again. So I stepped up and changed myself: I worked on my studies, I avoided guys; not you of course, and become more modest. In fact, I probably would be repeating the senior year again, if it wasn't for you tutoring me in all my classes. And I'd probably still be the old...disgusting me." She said with a look of shame on her.

You put an arm over her shoulder to comfort her. She looked at you and smile a bit.

"I love this new me (YN), and you're the reason why. I love you deeply and so much." She then brought you in for a kiss, a heartwarming one to which you returned. She then pulled away.

You were about to say something until she stopped you.

"I'm not done yet. Now, I know it isn't common, but...," she then pulled out something from her pocket and your eyes widened. "It's not big or anything, but I think it will do the trick." She then hopped off the couch and got down on one knee.

"S-Sana-"

"(YN), throughout our childhood, I was shy and alone, my family was torturous and I didn't have anyone to go to, but your family stepped up and adopted me. And then you came into my life. You took care of me, protected me, helped me, and advised me, and you did everything you could to make sure that I was living a good life. And in turn, I hurt you," she took a pause as she thought about how she hurt you in high school by being with others, "and I'm sorry for that. But that only made us get close (YN), closer than ever and we discovered our love for each other. I have no idea what your plans are for us in the future, but (YN)...I need you in mine. And I can't wait till or even if that day comes." Sana then outstretched her hand with the ring in her fingers.

"(YN) (LN), will you marry me?"

All you could do was smile. Of course, you did plan on marrying this wonderful girl, but it looks like she beat you to it. So without any delay...

"Yes Sana, I wi-hmph" You didn't finish as Sana jumped on you.

"AHHH! Thank you (YN), I couldn't be happier that you accepted and I promise I'll make you as happy as possible for the rest of our life together."

"And I'll make sure that I will do whatever it takes to do the same...and I'll cherish you forever." You said.

And again each one kissed once again, but this moment ensured that they would be together, with each other, for the rest of their lives. Both not caring about their family status or their parents.

It was only their love for each other they cared about.

Their irresistible love for one another.

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𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙮 𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 (𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘐) || sub!bucky barnes x dominatrix!reader

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 || every client is different, with different needs; but this client is, in every way, exceptional.

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 || 5k

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 || smut (cnc), dom/sub relationship, ‘mistress’ title, pain kink, cockwarming, orgasm denial/control, use of a cockring, slapping, objectification/degradation, some angst and hurt/comfort, crying after sex, touchstarved!bucky

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"And you can promise complete and total discretion?” the deep and husky voice on the other end of the line repeated, low enough that it was almost a whisper.

You laughed a little. “Of course,” you answered. Most clients were serious about privacy, but this guy was next level. He must be famous, you thought to yourself, or married. Or both.

But just as much as your clients wanted to keep you separate from their personal life, you would rather they know nothing about who you are. Of course it was always a risk, since nobody could hide their face and you had to work out of your apartment, but you did what you could to keep your job just that— a job.

You told your friends you were a consultant, because people didn’t question that. Sure, it was hard to keep up the lie sometimes when you got last-minute bookings and had to cancel plans, but it was worth it for the money these men were willing to pay.

And this new guy? He was shelling out all kinds of cash, on a long set of conditions. Including an NDA. You wouldn’t have given him up either way, but if the contract made him feel better (and made him pay more) then you were happy to sign it.

“So it’s all anonymous, then? No ID, no credit card…?” he pressed.

“I mean, if cash is easier for you—”

“It is.”

You were starting to worry that this was a major red flag, as if he didn’t want to be traceable back to you at all. It was almost a dealbreaker, until you glanced down at the legal pad you’d written his offer on and remembered that you couldn’t afford to turn him down. “Then cash is fine,” you decided, making a note to yourself to have 911 already dialed when he came by in case his aversion to ID was really about a desire to get away with something.

“When can we start?”

“Um, well the soonest I can do is tomorrow at seven” you explained.

"Great, I'll be there," he answered firmly, apparently about to hand up.

“Hey, hey, slow down!” you chuckled. “Can I at least get a name?”

“I didn’t think we needed to do names.”

“We don’t… but if you’re willing, I’d like to know something to call you.”

“James,” he answered after a tense pause. “James is fine.”

“Alright, James, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Upon opening the door, you instantly noticed three things about him: he was tall, he was big, and he was sexy.

You had sort of been hoping that his appearance wouldn’t match his voice, but it did, and it was going to make this so much harder. Maybe easier in a few ways, but overall worse. It was important that you didn’t get too emotionally invested with your clients.

His eyes were dragging over you like he was just as taken aback. Which was odd, because he must have seen your picture online before he called you.

“James,” you greeted. “Glad you made it.”

You stepped aside to let him enter, guiding him to take a seat in your living room. Before clients came by, you hid any signs of life and kept the space as neutral as possible, which was why the only furniture was the white couch he sat on, the black chair across from it, and a glass table in between.

You sat in the black chair and crossed your legs, noticing with pride the way his eyes studied your every move.

“It’s important that we have a discussion about boundaries and limits before this goes any further," you explained sternly, and he nodded slightly. "Tell me what you do and don't want."

“Uh, well, I guess I was just looking for… somebody who can administer, um, discipline… you know, someone who sets rules and enforces them. But could also be kind of, uh, sweet I guess, to. Not too sweet, just… not too mean either."

You smiled a little; he sounded right up your alley. "I can do that."

"You should know I… I have a… disability. My left arm it's, um, it's a prosthetic."

"How would you like me to accommodate that?"

"Just don't say anything about it, please. Treat it like a normal arm. And, uh, if you could ignore my scars, too…" he added awkwardly.

"Of course,” you nodded, “I would never want to make you feel insecure."

"Well, I mean, I'm not against degradation," he admitted sheepishly, making you smile a little.

"Right: that's different. Anything else you're distinctly not against?"

“I can take a lot of pain,” he explained matter-of-factly. “However much you think I can handle, double it. I wanna feel it.”

You could almost hear the words he wasn’t saying: I wanna feel something.

“Okay, we can do that. You’ve probably heard of the color system," you posited.

“I haven’t.”

"Oh." That threw you off slightly… how new was he to this scene? “Well, it’s traditionally green, yellow, red; like a stoplight. Red means stop. Yellow means proceed with caution. Green means continue.”

“Sounds simple enough.”

“Too simple for me, in fact. I have my own version: ‘red’ will make me stop what I’m doing, but only ‘black’ ends the scene entirely. And then there’s ‘blue.’ That means you want more.”

He smirked a little; a strong show of emotion compared to his stoicism so far. “I think I’ll use that one most.”

“Just don’t be afraid to use anything else, alright? I’d never be disappointed in you for safewording, or even just needing a break.”

He nodded. “Can we get to it then?”

“You’re rushing as always,” you laughed. “I’m not charging you for this part. We have plenty of time— don’t we?”

“Yes, but—” he sighed. “You look really… I walked in and, I guess I’m just really looking forward to this.”

You almost would’ve smiled at the compliment but you thankfully suppressed it. “And what is it that you’re looking forward to? What do you want me to do to you?”

His jaw tightened as he looked away from you. “Um, there’s a lot.”

“Enlighten me.”

“Ropes. Strongest you have. I can buy you stronger ones if you need them, for next time…”

He’s already thinking about next time? He’s already thinking about buying me things?

“Alright, I can do ropes: wrists and ankles? Or more than that?”

He seemed a bit confused by that question. “Is there anywhere else?”

“Torso,” you enumerated, “neck—” you stopped because you saw his reaction to that, and it made you smile a bit. “Okay, so maybe the neck is something to try. Do you like being choked?”

“I… I don’t know…” he sighed.

“Have you ever been choked before?”

“Not… sexually...”

You felt your eyebrows rise, but didn’t want to press; a story for another time, perhaps.

“We’ll have to discuss silent safewords and signals so you can tap out, but if you’d be willing to try it—”

“Yes.”

You laughed. “Eager, are we?”

He swallowed, and you wondered if you shouldn’t have let your ‘dom voice’ slip out in that moment… but he looked so good flustered like that. He adjusted himself slightly in his chair and you hoped he was already hard. And with that thought in mind, you couldn’t stop yourself from teasing him further.

“Do you like being called certain things?” you asked, voice lower as you leaned forward. “How do you feel about ‘pet’?”

He almost kept up his poker face, but his gaze faltered at the same time he moved in his chair again. “Um, ‘pet’ is okay.”

“Baby boy?”

“Not really my speed,” he shrugged.

You slipped out of your chair and stood up, approaching him slowly as the click of your heels echoed across the tile. He watched you with wide eyes and quickening breaths.

“What do you like? Tell me,” you demanded, though you kept your tone light.

“Uh,” he paused, watching your hand as it rested on his leg, “I like… I like being called a good boy.”

You grinned as you pulled your hand away, watching him tense up with disappointment. “I can do that,” you agreed, lifting his chin with a finger until he looked at you with those beautiful, desperate eyes, “if you actually are being a good boy for me.” “I will,” he promised quickly, “I’ll be so good.”

“Mmm, I bet you will,” you purred. “So willing to please…”

“Tell me how,” he sighed as your hand trailed from his chin down to his chest, slipping under the loose collar of his henley and rubbing his chest. “Tell me how to please you.”

“Well, for starters, I have a name, too: Mistress.”

He sighed like the wind had been knocked out of him, but nodded.

“And if I ask you a question, I expect you to answer ‘Yes, Mistress’ or ‘No, Mistress’. Is that clear?”

“Uh-huh,” he agreed before suddenly correcting himself, “um, yes, Mistress.”

“I’ll let you have that one,” you frowned, “but further infractions will be punished.”

“Yes, Mistress; I’m sorry, Mistress,” he moaned, melting under your touch as your hand moved down to rub his thigh through his jeans.

“Now, just for fun,” you smiled, leaning down until your lips were nearly brushing his ear, “tell me what you want.”

“Please touch me, Mistress,” he sighed.

“But I am touching you.”

“Touch my… touch my cock," he clarified, adorably embarrassed. "It’s so hard for you…”

“We’ll get to that eventually. Let’s go to the bedroom first, okay?”

However good he looked standing in your doorway half an hour ago, it was nothing compared to how he looked naked and hard and tied to your bed.

Yes, the prosthetic and the scars that attached it to his body were hard to ignore. He had failed to warn you that it was metal, so you couldn’t hide the slight shift of your face when it caught the light; you hoped he didn’t think it was a look of judgment or disgust, because you truly didn’t think it was anything upsetting. Maybe the scars were a little worrying… but they didn’t seem to bother him now, at least physically.

But truly, if anything was distracting about his body, it wasn’t the arm. It was his muscles— no wait, it had to be his cock, right? It’s tough to call: on one hand, his entire body was toned and hardened beyond the peak of human conditioning, his thick thighs making your mouth water already, his chiseled abs almost making you jealous; but on the other hand, between those lovely thighs and curving up against those perfect abs was a cock that rivalled anything you'd ever seen before, with a blue vein running up one side and a drip of precum rolling down the other.

You finally sauntered up to the bed and ran your fingers over the taught ropes, pretending to ignore him watching you impatiently. It was almost hotter knowing that he could pull out of the ropes if he really wanted to. More than most, he was choosing to submit to them and to you.

“How’s this knot feel? Too tight?” you hummed, tugging the rope just beside his wrist and watching his hand move limply with it.

“No, it’s good.”

You stepped back to the foot of the bed and stripped slowly, peeling off your black dress to reveal a matching lace set underneath. You left your heels on as you stepped out of the dress and kicked it aside.

Turning back to face him, James looked like he was all but drooling. You could see in his eyes how much he wished the ropes weren’t holding him back so he could run his hands all over your body.

But you could tell he craved being denied what he wanted, by the way his cock flexed of its own volition.

You let yourself smile as you crawled your way up the bed and over his body, like a panther stalking its prey, and boy did he look ready to be devoured.

"Are you scared?" you asked quietly. He shook his head. "Are you ready?"

He nodded. You sat up as you straddled him, positioned just right such that no part of you was really touching him, and watched with delight as he tugged against the ropes slightly to try to get closer.

"So needy," you grinned, somewhere between praising and scolding him. Your fingers ghosted over his chest and he shivered; he asked you to treat his prosthetic like a normal arm, so you dragged your nails down the metal and watched his eyes flutter shut. When you pulled your hand back and left him untouched again, he whined slightly.

“Aw, poor thing,” you pouted as you examined him, desperation emanating off of him in an invisible aura. “Your cock is all red and leaking… it must hurt, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he groaned.

“What if I touch it a little?” you offered.

“Please…”

You traced your fingers lightly up and down his length, tickling the skin and giving him the least pressure that you could. He whimpered and you chuckled mockingly. “I said I’d touch it a little, sweet boy, are you not satisfied?”

He bucked up into your touch as best he could, causing you to pull your hand away. “Baby, please—”

You cut him off with a slap to the face, as hard as you could muster.

“Mistress!” he corrected with a whine. “Mistress, please… please wrap your hand around it.”

“Around what?”

“Around… my cock. Stroke me, please…”

“All you had to do was ask,” you grinned, finally tightening your hand around him and moving slowly up and down the shaft. His head fell back with a soft moan, just from that. Your teasing had certainly helped get him this worked up, but you knew it wasn't just that… he was plenty sensitive all on his own, apparently.

It made your mouth water.

"Does this feel good, James?" you asked huskily.

"S-so good," he whimpered, "please can you… stroke it a little faster, please, Mistress…"

"Hmm, not yet," you decided, feeling him tense up beneath you. "Relax," you instructed with a free hand rubbing his thigh gently.

You continued to teasingly stroke his length, never quite giving him the pressure or speed he needed to get closer to his release, savoring every whimper and whine and sigh from him along with the satisfying weight of his cock against your palm.

It felt like you'd never get tired of wielding so much power in your hand.

"Please," he sighed, "I need more…"

"You want me to stroke you faster?" you pressed, already knowing that wasn't what he meant. He shook his head and you grinned, leaning in closer but letting go of his cock.

Slowly, you let the lace covering your core rub up against his shaft, and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head. "Ohhhhh," he moaned, "oh fuck, Mistress…"

You grinned and kept rocking against him, easily feeling the warmth of him through your panties— meaning he, in turn, could feel the warmth of you. "How does it feel, baby?"

"Good," he choked out, "really, really good… fuck, I want more, I need more, please…"

"Are you my good boy, James?" you asked in a low purr. He nodded eagerly, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed nothing. "Do you want to be inside me?" you finally whispered against his ear, letting a finger run lazily up his spine and feeling him shiver so hard it was more like he was convulsing.

"Please, Mistress, I'll do anything…"

You didn't touch all of your clients sexually, due in part to the fact that they usually wanted a lot more pain than pleasure. You'd only had sex with one or two of them, and it wasn't a routine thing. Before today you never would've imagined doing this with a first-time client, but to be completely honest… he was fucking hot. The kind of guy you'd be spreading your legs for instantly if you weren't at work and he wanted to buy you a drink or grab lunch. And he was here, at your disposal, begging you for more. How could you say no?

You pulled your panties aside and gripped his cock tightly to guide it to your entrance, studying his face twisted in anticipation before sinking down and watching him gasp and sigh all at once, somehow.

It took a lot of effort to hide your own pleasure when he was stretching you out so perfectly, but you managed to suppress the desire to moan and just smile at his fucked-out expression instead.

Finally, your hips met with his and you got to sit there and enjoy the look of dawning agony as he realized you were staying completely still.

“Move, please,” he sobbed, “oh god, Mistress, please move…”

“But I thought you wanted to be inside me? Isn’t this what you asked for?”

He whined and tried to wiggle his hips; all that got him was two hard slaps to the face.

“No whining,” you instructed through your teeth. “Good boys don’t whine.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he whimpered, “‘m your good boy, I promise.”

“I know you are,” you grinned, “or at least, I know you can be. Show me how good and patient you are.”

Reaching to the side a bit without getting off of him, you pulled a vibrator from your drawer. His eyes went a little wide when he saw it, and you laughed.

"Don't worry, this isn't for you. It's for me," you explained as you turned it on, inserting it between your body and his to touch the toy against your clit. He winced as you sighed contentedly. "Fuck, it feels good. Can you feel it on your cock?"

"A… a little…" he hissed.

"I bet it feels good for you too," you posited, "but not good enough to make you come."

After a little pause, he nodded breathlessly.

"Good," you smiled. "I just wanna come with your cock inside me. I wanna know how it feels to get off with my favorite toy while being full of my newest toy."

"Fuck," he groaned.

"Do you like that, pretty boy? Do you like me using your cock, being your Mistress' dumb little fucktoy?"

"Yes," he sobbed, hips shifting ever so slightly beneath you as he sought more stimulation from your flexing walls. Shifting the vibe to hit right on your clit, you cried out— and he did too, at the feeling of you tightening around him.

"God, you love being Mistress' dildo, don't you?"

He nodded, biting hard on his lip until you worried he'd hurt himself. He moaned again as another jolt of pleasure forced your channel to clench on his cock.

"You're making too much noise for a fucktoy, you need to be quiet."

He opened his mouth for a second, but closed it again and nodded instead.

"You can do it yourself right?" you pressed, seeing him nod. "You don't need me to gag that pretty mouth?"

He whined but shook his head, keeping his lips pressed together.

That went on for a few more moments as you teased yourself with the vibe, hoping to draw this out for the sake of his struggle. Wanting to up the ante, you took the vibe off your clit and turned it off for a moment. "I think this would feel better with a little lube… will you get it wet for me, James?"

You brought the toy to his lips and he eagerly wrapped them around it, sucking lightly on the silicone with those pretty lashes resting on his cheeks.

"There you go, that's a good boy," you praised, pulling the toy from his mouth, "that's my good boy…"

"Yours…" he repeated weakly, "wanna be good for you, just for you…"

This time when you turned it on and pressed it to your clit again, you instantly gasped and felt your walls bare down on him; turning up the vibration, you actually moaned aloud and saw him wince. "Oh, can you feel it now?" you asked tauntingly. He bit his lip and nodded.

It really wasn't even intentional but you felt your hips start to rock, making him gasp as his eyes shot open. For a guy who had been begging you to move not too long ago, he looked pretty overwhelmed by it now.

"Fuck, I'm gonna make myself come on your cock… do you wanna feel me come, baby?"

He seemed conflicted, which was exactly what you were going for. You wanted him to struggle, just enough, between his need to satisfy himself and his desire to please you. "I… I want to make you come, Mistress," he finally choked out, notably answering a slightly different question than the one you'd asked.

You smiled and leaned in to whisper in his ear: "Are you afraid that if you feel me come around you, you won't be able to hold back? That you might accidentally come inside me?"

He made a needy little groan and nodded.

"Don't worry, baby, I'm gonna help you," you promised sweetly, but of course as soon as he saw you grab a cockring from your drawer he changed his tune.

"N-no, Mistress, please," he begged with wide eyes, "I'll be good, just not that— don't put that on me."

You smirked and sat up, pulling off of him and slowly slipping the ring on his throbbing length as he quietly pleaded for mercy. He winced when you pushed it down to the base of him, his cheeks burning hot red now.

"Is it a little too tight, baby?" you cooed, grinning when he nodded. "Good."

You sank back down into him and let your hips grind on his, working your clit with the vibe and even kicking it up to the next highest setting. He jolted beneath you, clearly feeling the vibrations strongly now, and you let the view of his beautifully broken facial expression egg on your own climax.

"Mm, I'm close, baby," you whispered, "just stay still and let Mistress use you like a good little boy."

He made a small noise through his teeth but seemed to manage okay, even when your walls began to pulse rhythmically around him and your head fell back, your free hand palming at your breast through the lace bra just to add that last little edge of sensation.

"Oh fuck, fuck," you moaned, "that's my good boy…"

You shakily pulled the vibe away and turned it off, still a little numb on your clit but feeling your channel still rippling slightly with aftershocks; he seemed to feel them in spite of their subtlety, if the panting breaths that filled his muscular chest rapidly were any indication.

As slow as you could manage, you pulled your body off of him and sat back on his legs to stare at his cock. The remnants of your orgasm left plenty of lubrication to stroke it, focusing on the head which had turned almost purple now.

"M-Mistress," he groaned, writhing under your touch.

Amazingly, his cock was already flexing in your hand, and a growl of pride and hunger echoed in your chest.

“Oh fuck, can you come for me, James?” you moaned, pumping him so fast your hand was a blur. “Can you be my good boy and come right through the cockring?”

“Yes,” he sobbed, “gonna come, Mistress, please—”

“Come right now,” you demanded, watching his face instantly fall slack as he spurted out onto his own chest and stomach, cock flexing and pulsing in your hands as his legs quivered and his hips thrusted wildly.

And the tears were flowing soon after. You weren’t sure if it was sub drop or just the power of his release, but between weak sobs he whispered broken apologies.

“You did so good,” you cooed as you slipped off the ring and wrapped your arms around him, subtly trying to reach over to untie the ropes. But you didn’t need to; he flexed his arms and the restraints popped like floss. He embraced you in return as you let his head fall onto your chest. “You’re so good, it’s okay,” you continued, stroking his hair.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated again, breathing quickly and wetting you with his tears.

This, you realized, is what he had made you sign the contract to protect. It wasn’t that he was excessively embarrassed about his sexual proclivities, but that this was his space to be soft, and weak, and broken. Apparently he wasn’t ready for anyone else to know that he wasn’t steel all the way down.

“Shh, it’s okay… you’re okay…” you breathed, indulging him in this moment even though it was more intimate than you preferred to get with customers. Aftercare was an important part of your job, certainly, but so was enforcing boundaries.

He began to soothe as you kissed his forehead gently, whispering well-deserved affirmations and praise. As his breathing slowed and moved back to normal, he pulled back and looked up at you.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated one more time, but not as wavering as before, “I didn’t think I would… that was unexpected.”

“No, it’s somewhat normal,” you exaggerated slightly, “this kind of thing… it’s taxing, I pushed you to your limits. You were really tough, and it’s all very vulnerable.”

“Thanks,” he sighed, sniffling and wiping his eyes. “And sorry about your ropes,” he smiled as he noticed the frayed ends coming off of where his wrists were still tied.

“Let me help you get those off,” you smiled, loosening the knots and sliding the binds off of him, quickly massaging the places that the rope had constricted. “Blood flow’s okay?”

“Yep,” he nodded.

“You numb anywhere?” you pressed.

“Uh, just my dick. And my brain is all fuzzy…”

You smiled. “Can’t help the first one. Let me get you some water for the second.”

“No!” he yelped suddenly. “Um, don’t go yet, please…”

“Of course,” you smiled. “I’ll untie your ankles, then.”

He still seemed disappointed, as if he expected you to hug him for hours and never move. He let you go this time, though, and loosened his grip so you could slide down to the foot of the bed.

"Was that sort of what you were hoping for when you called me?" you asked as you untied the ropes slowly and took a moment to massage the skin underneath, hoping to restore any lost blood flow.

"So much better than what I was hoping for," he admitted with a breathless chuckle. "You're… really good."

"Well, thank you," you shrugged, "it comes with practice and experience. You held your own, too."

"I wish I could say that was from practice and experience. I didn't want to say anything before but I've, uh, never actually… been to a domme before."

You smiled slightly, coming back up and being pulled into another embrace. "Um, I'll admit I can kind of tell…" you mumbled.

"I'm not supposed to touch you like this," he realized quietly, relaxing his grip on you and pulling back. "I'm sorry."

"No, it's alright, just don't get too comfortable because we only have—" you glanced at the clock— "eight more minutes until you need to leave."

"I'll get up and get dressed soon," he offered with a sigh as you got up and quickly slipped on a robe, grabbing him a damp washcloth for the drying come on his torso.

You tilted your head as you watched him clean up, and you wanted to offer some touch that was a bit less intimate than a hug, so you found yourself blurting out: "do you like having your hair played with?"

"Um, I don't… I don't know," he admitted as he reached up to card his fingers through the hair in question. "No one else has ever really touched my hair before."

"Really?" you laughed, getting back on the bed to sit beside him. "It looks pretty luscious. I figured any girlfriend of yours would want to get her hands on it."

"Oh, well, the last time I had a girlfriend… it wasn't long then," he explained, and you kept on your best poker face. His hair looked like he'd been growing it out for at least two years, unless it grew crazy fast or something. How long had he been single? With a body like that you could barely believe that he was single now.

"Do you mind if I touch it?" you offered quietly, and once he gave you a nod you reached forward and combed your fingers through it, reaching deeper to scratch at his scalp, occasionally pulling the strands lightly into loose braid-like patterns that fell away almost immediately afterwards. He sank into your touch until you found yourself supporting his head against your chest, mindlessly playing with his hair until you noticed his eyes were shut, his breathing was slowed, and his body was limp on top of yours.

He fell asleep.

You laughed silently to yourself, realizing that you couldn't get him off of you without his cooperation since he was so heavy and you had no shot at lifting him. And, of course, his cooperation required his consciousness… which required waking him up.

And, for some reason, you couldn't bring yourself to do it. He just looked too peaceful, for a guy who had never seemed truly relaxed around you.

Was there any other way he could relax? Cause it kinda seemed like he really, really needed this. And you were in the business of meeting needs, to say the least.

So, with an apologetic text to your last client of the night that you needed to reschedule, you let James sleep on you as you closed your eyes and drifted off as well.

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