#i really am confused but very delighted

[sysig]

The return of all time <3 (Patreon)

[lukeskqwalker]

my line of thinking is that if i post enough untamed stuff then i'll either a) make more mdzs friends or b) lose followers and both are a lowkey a plus so

[woso-dreamzzz]

Jessie's Girl II

Jessie Fleming x Hardersson!Reader

Natalia Guijarro (OC) x Hardersson!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Talia meets Jessie

You weren't the biggest fan of exhibition matches, especially when they were in a different country.

The time difference between Spain and Canada was about six hours and you were exhausted when the plane finally landed. It was a quick turn around between the plane ride to the match, barely a day so you had to get over your jet lag quickly.

But, still Barcelona was Barcelona and you won the match by a large margin, a combination of Talia up front and you between the sticks.

You shake the hands of the opposing players before making your way over to the stands.

You'd spotted her earlier, even before she'd appeared on the big screen.

You handed over your shirt.

Former Canada captain, Jessie Fleming take it from you.

She smiles at you, the same smile from your childhood. She hugs you too, the same hug from your childhood as well.

"Hey, superstar," She jokes and you grin.

"Hi, Jessie."

She pulls on your Barcelona shirt. In your time on the Sweden team, you haven't played against Canada yet but you promised Jessie a shirt of yours when you were younger.

You hope a Barcelona one will tie her over until you can give her your Sweden one.

"You looked good out there," She says," Very sure of yourself."

"Well," You say, a light dusting of pink over your cheeks," I am a professional." You can't stop smiling at her. "What are you even doing here?"

"Well." She's leaning on the barrier as your teammates mill around signing things. "When I heard Barcelona were coming to town, I couldn't just stay away. Besides, your mothers told me some interesting news."

Your brow furrows in confusion, a little crinkle appearing between them. "What news?"

"How is your love life going?"

Your cheeks flush deeply and your eyes dart to Natalia, who is signing some little boy's shirt.

"Do you want to meet her?"

You drag her over quickly, pulling Talia by the hand. You don't know why you're so nervous. It's just Jessie but she was important to you when you were younger and you want her to impressed with your choices.

You really want her to like Talia.

"This is my girlfriend," You say," Natalia."

Jessie holds out her hand.

Talia shakes it.

"So," Jessie says," You're the one that stole her from me."

"What?"

You groan loudly and contemplate giving yourself a concussion just to get out of this interaction. "Please stop."

"No," Talia says, eyes darting between you and Jessie," What's going on? I don't get it."

Jessie laughs. "When she was younger-"

"Must you tell everyone this? I was a kid!"

"-She had a crush on me. Flowers. Opening doors. Naps on the bus. The whole works."

Talia turns to look at you. "Where are my flowers? How are you more smooth as a kid than you are now?"

Jessie's face lights up in delight and that concussion is looking more and more tempting.

"I think there's still videos up from when she was younger. She was such a little sweetheart."

Talia pokes you teasingly in the shoulder. "What happened, huh? All smooth and suave as a kid and then you've turned into this?"

You flash her a grin. "But I thought you like me all oblivious?"

Talia's hand brushes over your shoulder fondly. "I do," She says," But I just think if we'd met as kids then we wouldn't have had to do all this dancing around. Who knows, we might have already been married by now?"

"You'd have to get the blessing of my mothers first."

Talia already has both Pernille and Magda's blessing. Not that you know that. She's got their blessing. She's got a ring.

It would look perfect on your finger.

But now's not the right time, not when you've still got a season to finish.

Soon though.

As soon as possible.

"Good luck with that," Jessie says but the spark in her eyes tells Talia all that she needs to know," Magda's a tough cookie to crack."

"Morsa's a sweetheart really," You say," She just likes to pretend she's tough." You shiver a little, the wind blowing against your shirtless skin.

"Go in and change," Talia says," You're freezing."

"But-"

"Go on," Jessie insists," We'll talk some other time."

You don't really want to go, that much is obvious but you're shivering like a wet cat so you go in to get some warm clothes on.

Jessie turns to Natalia.

"Magda told me," She says," That you're planning to propose."

"Yes. I am."

"Good. Pernille and Magda hold you in high regard."

Talia knew that about Pernille. Magda, less so. "They do?"

Jessie nods. "They think you're very well suited to each other."

"Thank you."

As Talia moves to join you in the locker room, she grins to herself.

Magda thinks she's well suited to you. Magda holds her in high regard.

Talia's never going to let her live it down

[neil-gaiman]

Hello, Neil Gaiman. I am writing this letter of gratitude because I am in despair, but I am obliged to you. I am Russian, I live in a small town in the south of Russia, in the Caucasus. a month ago I turned 16, so now I am fully responsible for all my actions. I'm bisexual, which is now illegal. you understand what I mean, but I’m simply scared to write about such things. absolutely no one knows about this, and I have to hide every day. this is an unbearable burden, but I must say thank you. because your projects are what gives me life. you have no idea how much pleasure it was for me, at eight years old, to fearfully admire Mr. Bobinsky. when, at 14, I finally saved up money for the Russian edition of Good Omens, which I had to order via the Internet not directly, but through my friends, I was quietly delighted. it is worth paying tribute to: this edition is really good and very warms the soul, its design may not be filled with elegance with a golden border, but it is very homely, cozy and imbued with love for the work, this can be felt, even if the translation is not the best. and on the very first pages I felt something that I had never experienced, having problems with the nervous system and anxiety: I felt protected and happy. I felt complete. each line was a sip of life-giving water for me. let me be so bold but this book is perfect for me and it's hard to believe it wasn't written for me personally haha. like two pieces of a puzzle. I hold the book of Good Omens, and I cry almost every time because it feels good just to hold it in my hands. you shouldn’t put this next to fanaticism, it’s just personal happiness. sometimes I felt so safe with this book that I hugged it as I fell asleep. then I saved up to the translation of script book for the first season, and I must say that I am confused, because there are no deleted scenes in it with Crowley shopping or the opening of Aziraphale's bookstore and others, and this was not clear to me. and a month ago, on October 30, my cousin, who is like my own sister, gave me the original Good Omens for my birthday. can you imagine? in all of Russia she was able to find only one person who carried out such foreign orders (please forgive me, I have little understanding of this). so, in some ineffable way, a copy was delivered to me via America from Corgi Books, I think, 2014. soft cover and thin pages, of course, but I'm so happy. and I’m also grateful to myself, because I’ve been learning English since I was seven, and therefore I’m glad that I can read the original. oh, you should have seen with what rapture I waited for the release of the second season at three in the morning! and with what delight I watched it in English without subtitles, understanding what was happening. this is happiness. what I want to say is that you bring…indescribable happiness to my life. you give me strength, and I don’t give up. I cry every time I allow myself to dream that I am escaping from here. that I can meet you and say thank you in person with my stupid accent, not so much because of my native language, but because of the braces, hahaha. but I never stop dreaming about it, although even this is hard. thank you for everything. I wish only peace and love. with devotion, love and gratitude, A.

I'm sending thoughts of love and concern. Stay safe.

[iamyourdailydoseofbi]

I can only share my interest in Aegon to you, so I’ll just drop this here. (Dw, contrary to what I say next, this is not a request. Just desperation.)

Broski, I NEED reader wife who’s scared of heights and dragons but Aegon gets her to ride with him just cuz he feels like it. (My hand is probably 1/3 smaller than one of their teeth. I believe Anyone sane should be scared sh’tless while seeing a dragon. 💀)

I ONLY READ ONE FIC WHERE THEY FLY ON A DRAGON! WHY ARE THERE SO MANY AEMOND FICS OF THISS??? HELP ME FIND MORE CUZ I NEED TO HAVE A RIDE ON A DRAGONNNNN. Imagine the refreshing air and scenery. (I personally imagine the beautiful pink/orange clouds from Httyd when Hiccup and Astrid fly together for the first time)😭⚰️

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Also, about the death threats, you handled it well. Really, when everyone finds out you like a hated character, it’s like they are trying to get you to sign your own death sentence. Anyway, keep doing you. You write exceptionally 🤭🫶 ily

PROMISE NOT TO DROP ME? ONLY A FOOL WOULD DROP YOU. ( HOTD x Reader )

pairing: Prince Aegon ii Targaryen x Lady-in-waiting! Reader prompt: Aegon kidnaps you to ride on dragonback, it does not go well. word count: 1, 000+ words

You had been very very firm when it came to dragon's. You were no Targaryen nor held a drop of Valyrian blood in your veins. Sure, you like to gawk at them in art. The dozen paintings, stained glass windows, and books that filled the Red Keep were enough. You would never dare to go near one in real life. Dragon’s were not natural. To ride one, to tame one, it was not natural. A lot of the things that the Targaryen’s did were not natural. 

So when you started as Helaena's Lady-in-waiting, you did everything you could to politely refuse to be near them. Need to go to the Dragonpits? The carriage was nice and comfy, no need to leave it. When Helaena offered to fly with her? Suddenly you grew ill with a cough. Helaena accepted, understanding your fears. She offered kind words and an open invitation should you ever change your mind on the matter.

Aegon was, as always, different. The word 'no'  just could not connect in that tiny little brain of his. He took it as a challenge. He would jest about kidnapping you and taking you flying. You laughed and told him you'd push him out of a window if he dared to do it. 

Of course, he had tried once with a look a little too serious on his face. After waddling away, clutching his groin from your hard kick, he learned that it would not be easy to get you on dragonback. You’d fight back. You would be a challenge, he liked that a lot.

Kicking and screaming at the top of your lungs, you did everything you could think of to get free of Aegon's hold. Clawing at his arms wrapped around your waist, he dragged you along to the Dragonpits, the dragon keeper's onlooking in confusion and mild horror. You could give less of a shit if they thought you mad. There was no way in the Seven Hells that you were going on a flight with Aegon. You'd rather kiss the King's rotten lips than to go flying.

"No! Put me down, you drunken oaf!" You shout, thrashing against him.

"No."

"I am going to kick you so hard you'd never be able to get it up again, Aegon! Put me down!" You bellow, yanking at his hair.

"Not a chance, we are going flying." Aegon brushes off your threats, "You will enjoy it. Tis' delightful."

Letting out a loud scream into his ear, he did not falter, running off of pure spite and stubbornness. It would have been admirable, if it was not for the fact he was dragging you along to go flying. Yanking hard on his hair, he yelps loudly, though his grip does not falter. Gods damn it, why did he have to be strong? Sensing that fighting would not help you, you tried another way.

"Please, please, Aegon." You beg, "I'll give up my desserts for a whole moon. Just let me go."

"Tempting." He chuckles, a smirk on his face.

"Please, Aegon. I do not wish to fly." You beg, on the verge of tears.

"I fly all the time. Once I even did it drunk, tis' nothing dangerous." He scoffs, rolling his eyes. 

Shaking your head frantically as his grip tightens, he drags you into the dark cave, the stench of dragon thick in the air. The few torchlights in the cave illuminated enough to see his dragon, Sunfyre, burrowing into his rocky nest. Feeling tears of fear bubbling up, you go deadly silent, losing your voice. This was your worst dream come true. Face to face with a dragon. Holding back the whimper in your throat, Aegon presses a kiss onto your temple, refusing to let you go.

“He won’t harm you. He’s used to your scent.” Aegon whispers into your ear, “I brought him one of your dresses to smell.”

“Let me go.” You whimper out, voice full of pure terror. 

“Come on, you’re already here. Let’s just go for a quick flight.” Aegon argues, shaking his head dismissively. 

“Aegon..”

Slowly letting go of your waist, you go to bolt for the cave exit, only to be swept back up into Aegon’s arms. He carried you like a toddler who had a habit of running away. Letting out a loud cry as he refused to put you back down, he wags his finger mockingly, a half amused look on his face. Hearing Sunfyre stir in his nest, you try more desperately to get away, the rumbling of the dragon echoing loudly in the cave. 

“No, no, no.” He scolds, “Bad Y/n. No running away.”

“Put me down! I want to go back to the Red Keep!” 

“No, if I have to attend Court, then you cannot escape this.” He suggests, “Consider this your duty.”

“Fuck duty. Put me down, Aegon!” You sob, bottom lip wobbling. 

“Ooh, so now we do not care about duty, hm?” He mocks, shaking his head with a smirk.

Pressing a gentle kiss onto your temple, he carried you closer and closer to Sunfyre, until the two of you were right in the dragon’s face. Feeling your grip tighten on him, he slowly smiles at the feeling, like see you so unlike yourself. This had to be the first time he had seen you act so improper and anxious. It was refreshing, amazing, and amusing all at the same time. 

Smiling bright as Sunfyre stirs away, the golden dragon huffs at the two of you, his two large green eyes staring back. Puffing his chest out in pride, he hoped the sight of his dragon would impress you and make you swoon. His dragon always got compliments. Looking down at your face, there was not an ounce of admiration or awe or anything positive, only terror. 

“He’s pretty is he not?” He gloats proudly, “You know, they say he is the prettiest dragon to have ever been hatched.”

“If I survive this, I am going to kill you.” You whisper out, face pale.

“Stop speaking as if you are going to die. Sunfyre would not dare to attack, not whilst I am here.” He scoffs, rolling his eyes.

“I’ve seen your dragon, can we leave now. I want to go back to the Red Keep, Aegon.” You whimper, tears bubbling up in your eyes.

"No. Don't you dare." He argues, "Don't you dare do the whole crying trick on me. I am not foolish like Helaena and can be swayed."

Watching as you sniffle and whimper, his grip tightens on you, not wanting to give up just yet. Seeing the big puppy dog eyes you give him, he grits his teeth, tensing up. He falter's for a moment. He was always sucker for those big puppy dog eyes of yours. You knew how to make him crumble.

"No, no, no, don't give me that look." He tries to resist.

"Please, Aegon."

"No. Stop that." He shakes his head, "Stop that right now. I demand you stop that."

"I..I want to go home, Aegon. Please, take me home." You beg, sniffling.

Letting out an exasperated groan at you begging and pleading to go home, he begrudgingly agrees to it, knowing that it would be no fun if you cried the entire time. Scowling like a child who had its toy taken away, he loosens his grip on you, putting you back down onto your feet. One day he’d get you on dragonback. Sadly, just not today.

"Aegon, please, I want to go home." You whimper, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks.

“Fine, fine, stop crying.” He grumbles, “But next time, we are going to actually get on the dragon.”

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@lovelykhaleesiii

@fragileheartbeats

@nightvers

@zaldritzosrose

[pixiesfairygrove]

♡ ⑅˚₊ going soft on me, hargreeves ? PART ONE.

a five hargreeves multi-fic . . 🌻🕰️ — intro.

warnings : minor cursing .ᐟ mentions of blood.

author’s note : MOSTLY BASED THIS OFF RAPUNZEL READER because tangled is my favorite movie and she’s literally me 🙈 (atp this is a self-insert) AHH but also almost like harley quinn-ish? BUT WHATEVERR happy reading cuties <3

five wiped the blood off his face with his navy blue jacket’s sleeve. his siblings all feeling and looking defeated against the sparrows.

“i’ve never had my ass handed to me like that before.” luther spoke faintly, five squinted under the sun in attempts to relax his body off from that spur of the moment fight. “it’s like,” luther spoke again. “here you go.” he motioned his hands at a confused allison. “it’s your ass.”

despite the pain, five couldn’t get his mind off one of the sparrows. the younger one, with the upbeat personality. he was too busy fighting jayme, but he was incredibly intrigued by her. he could watch her fight diego and allison for a bit, with her own powers. — which was light manipulation.

during the fight, five watched her play with her hands and the light that poured in the hargreeves’ mansion as a distraction for her siblings.

viktor sat by five, “someone’s crushing.”

“yeah, me.” diego replied, stretching his back.

allison rolled her eyes, “i don’t think that’s what viktor meant.” she moved her eyes towards five, who stared at all of them like they were crazy. “a real delight that number eight was, wasn’t she?” klaus commented with a light-hearted laugh. “let’s just find a place to stay, yeah?” five rolled his eyes.

— 𐙚₊˚⊹ ⭐️

five needed a break from his siblings. the hotel klaus had found for them wasn’t half bad, but the coffee they served was complete, and in his words : ‘dogshit.’ which was the only downside of it all really. a very big downside.

five walked into griddy’s donuts in attempts to get a decent cup of coffee. he sat down and waited for her order to be taken when, “umbrella asshole?” one of the waiter’s asked him. it was number eight, just in a diner uniform, and holding a pitcher of coffee.

she looked at him confused. “what are you doing here?” five furrowed his brows, “i should be asking you that.” he retorted. she gave out a big smile at that. “okay ‘ya grump, i work here, actually!” she gave a charming wink as she poured him a cup of coffee.

“i take it you’re a black coffee kinda guy?” her voice overlaping the sound of the coffee pouring in. he took the cup and sipped, “am i suppose to be flattered by that observation?” he asked upon putting the cup down. “i’m just very curious is all.” he fought the urge to mirror her infectious smile.

“also, it’s not just number eight, it’s (name). or — (nickname) if you want.” if it was possible, she smiled brighter. how can anyone be so cheery? five thought to himself. also, why isn’t she kicking my ass right now? “anything to eat for you?” she pulled her pretty and sticker-covered notepad out.

he shook his head, “not hungry. far too much things on my mind.” he tapped his foot on the ground. (name) watched him, his anxious stance and his constant worried eyes. “wait here, yeah?” she spoke before running off to the back of the diner. five watched her rush away, only to come out a few moments later with a plate of waffles, eggs, and a few slices of strawberries.

she placed the plate before him, the maple syrup on top with a smiley face. “what’s this?” he asked with a dead-panned expression planted. (name) shrugged as she sat across him, “my treat, silly.” she beamed another smile at him.

five was hesitant, but took the fork from beside the plate and started digging in. his eyes grew wide at the taste, it was delicious. it felt like being home again. “it’s mom’s recipe. nobody really calls her mom besides me, they make fun of me for it.” she giggled lightly.

five looked at her, “it’s really good.” after five finished he put the fork on the plate and put it away. “thank you! also, i’m very sorry for this five.” she cackled a little more, a confused five realized his mistake and stood up, the girl began fighting him.

she attempted to punch him on the side of his face, but he dodged it with his forearm. he returned the attacked with a kick to her face, blood oozing out of her might-be broken nose. she laughed, impressed, wiping the blood off with her fingers. they began fighting more, to which people inside had run off and evacuated.

(name)’s boss continued to yell at her to stop, but (name) knew damn well she wasn’t going to stop. she hit five in the stomach with her knee, five hunching over, and (name) continued with a back-kick on the side of his face. five coughed before pushing her into the table.

“you fight real good, for a seventeen year old.” she spat the blood out of her mouth on the floor. “and you fight really weak for a girl who can manipulate light.” five time-jumped on the table she’d collided her back with, and tried to kick her once again on the face, but to his surprise only met a blinding light.

and once five was distracted trying to find his vision again, (name) pulled his feet out to get him on his back. five landed with a thud! the pain rising from the bottom of his ass to his back. “lunch is served!” her laugh echoed across the diner. five time-jumped again, under the counter.

(name) looked for him, her platforms clanking on the ground. “where are you five? we’re not done here yet, grump.” she sang, another laugh escaping her lips. she spat another puddle of blood out of her mouth. five panted heavily, trying to catch his breath.

this girl was crazy. how could she be laughing at a time like this? and how was it that she was killer fighter? “come on five, you going soft on me hargreeves?” she walked the place around a little bit more. is that why diego and allison looked that bad after the fight back at the mansion? because of her?

“there you are handsome.”

[smuttyaf]

You Can Be My Daddy

𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰; 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲, 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐞.

wc; 10k | part one

lil bit of submissive!h. implied age gap! don’t read if it makes you uncomfy!!

Fingers dripping in saliva swiftly zip Harry back up, your rising chest settles down from its previous movements with heels taking steps back to create space between your teacher.

And as he swallows heavily with hands going to his belt and looping it around his waist, the door knob is turning and eerily creaking open, little time to comprehend the sudden intrusion.

Harry tries to focus on fixing himself back up but can’t help catch sight of your movements.

Palms swiping across your skirt heavily, tongue peaking out of your mouth to catch whatever aftertaste of him lapped around your lips just as you lean over to grab your things. His boss is stepping through the door making the atmosphere strained yet, that sight alone has Harry wanting to bend you over right then and there.

���Oh! Hello miss, surprised to see you!”

Wobble of a smile tugs on the ends of Harry’s lips, but bunny, she’s beaming. Flush of pink roaming amongst her cheeks accentuating her happy smile, steps swaying with subtle lifts of beat as if not touching him a few seconds ago.

“Yes! Well, I was just asking Mr. Styles this question about Marie Antoinette, our term paper is coming up.” Voice not wavering with eye contact stern when she passes him.

And Harry, he can’t help but notice how quick you are to lie; how you’re so good at it. Almost too easy to believe but you’re doing it, because the expression over Mr. Bennett's face is one of being intrigued.

“Ah, yes! Marie Antoinette, so misunderstood.” His body stepping back as he holds the door open. “I’m sure you will do well. I read your piece in the school paper; I must applaud you for your insight on Maslow, I never would’ve thought you’re familiar with his work.”

“Yes, I am. His argument on self-actualization is said in such great detail, his work is truly something.” Innocence shining through your expression of doe eyes and nodding head. The fact he’s even commenting on your published column only adds to your sweet image. “I should really get going now, goodbye Mr. Bennett.”

Harry’s thankful you don’t acknowledge him as you leave. Beer belly principal nodding his head stiffly as he goes to close the door.

Now without you by his side does he begin to sweat; knuckles flexing, jaw tensing, and lips still smiling tightly. He tries to reel it in for the sake of his job that he put on the line.

“Such a lovely girl,” He compliments as Harry makes his way towards his desk. Fingers fumbling over his paperwork looking for the report.

“Y —Yes, an excellent student.” Harry sighs once your name comes into view. He twists towards the gray haired man trying to conceal his worked up nerves.

“Thank you!” He smiles, head bowing delighted that it’s finished before stepping closer.

Mr. Bennett’s gaze is heavy as it roams over Harry. The nervous twitch of his nostril, diverating eyes and shallow breath. Inspecting every inch of him looking to catch anything off about Harry’s appearance.

“May I ask what her question was?”

His fingers curl in on each other at the sudden request catching him off guard. His boss can probably see the distress written all over his face, especially with the way he clears his throat and shifts on his feet.

“I’m sorry?” He asks, green eyes squinting to look at the principal with a confused glare.

“The question about Marie Antoinette, what was it?” Mr. Bennett responds, his bushy brows perk up as he leans on the desk.

The charm that bunny has, the one that graced this very room now leaves it empty, having him hanging by a thread. You managed to get away with your lie, but Harry, he has to continue it thinking fast on his feet to catch up.

“Uh, Marie Antoinette… her uh, saying…” He clears his throat, hand raising to his mouth coughing tensely trying to get rid of the strain on his throat. “Let them eat cake, I was explaining to her that it was just hear-say, actually coined from Jean-Jacques Rousseau, a book created way before the existence of Marie.”

The older man relaxes, tongue swiping across his dry lips as he nods once more. Satisfied smile stretches deeper amongst his features, index finger tapping into the wood of his desk as he leans off.

“Just testing…” Wink dropping before he’s turning around on his heels. Harry relaxes tremendously with shoulders subsiding and heart easing in pace as he watches him retreat to the door.

“Don’t need any new rumors, especially with parents' interviews coming up, now do we?” Mr. Bennett turns towards him, gaze running down Harry’s frame, stern sight yet delighted grin.

“Of course not sir.” He replies, nodding his head as he tracks the door swinging shut.

Harry can’t help the way his body twists around, hands combing through his hair as he tries his best to refrain from hitting himself.

How stupid can he be? That was too close of a call. If you were on your knees any longer he would’ve been packed up, sent away, and forbidden to even show his face again.

If you weren’t so passive about the situation he would have given up the facade and begged to keep his job… yet, you made it so easy covering up the moment with a shining grin and persuasive small talk. This time you both got lucky, but what about next time?

Should he even think there is one? Is he crazy to think that? Probably. He shouldn’t be fascinated or find you appealing, but he does.

He wants the sweet taste of you back on his lips… and the feeling of your hands drawing down him with that warm wet mouth just covering him all over. God, he’ll do anything to feel you again and that’s fucked up to think, but now that he’s finally had a taste he wants more. He can’t help but want more.

Harry knows it’s foolish, purely stupid, but even you yourself said it; he’s your daddy and you’re his bunny.

And, you do what you always do, be a tease.

You’re so tempting it’s hard not to notice. With your cherry lips and adorable giggle heard when passing in the hall.

Your skirt is rolled up even higher now, breast more sheen through your button up, and when you sit in front of him in class always focused with tongue glossing over your lips. It reminds him of the weeks prior, how his bunny sucked him up deliciously… how you loved every moment with dirty words and welcoming throat.

He can’t get you off his mind bunny, you’re all he thinks about in his mundane life of teaching and lacrosse. You make things so exciting, so thrilling, he likes knowing the fact he finally has your attention.

You continue to dip your back letting him see your panties, a different colour everyday of the week; sometimes lacy, sometimes plaid, but either way he enjoys the view. Harry especially likes it when you begin signing your nickname at the top of your page for tests, risky, but it entringes him even more.

It’s like right now, your eyes are following his every move when speaking about The French Revolution. Showing how attentive and perfect you are. He tries to ignore your plush mouth and drawing gaze, but he can’t help to float back over your appearance for a little while.

He wraps up the end of the class thirty minutes early, introducing the homework to be done by tomorrow and also suggesting if needing any help for the upcoming paper, that he’s all ears.

And of course, his bunny is by his side. Captivating smile shining to the bounce of your mary jane’s. Harry bites down on his lip, catching sight of your thigh highs and prominent tits. You sure know how to get his attention.

“Mr. Styles,” Long drawl of his name singing in your sweet voice. Leather clad foot resting along the heel of your shoes when leaning into the desk.

“I couldn’t understand this excerpt from yesterday.”

He knows you're lying, knows you’re way too smart not to understand something so easily explained in the textbook, but he can’t help the breathless laugh that escapes him when leaning forward in his chair.

As you place the book onto the desk he catches sight on the folded paper stuck between the spine. His throat clears, eyes shifting towards you who smiles softly at him.

His hands peel away from his arm rest and collects the thick book in his palms, shoulders turning towards you looking down at him curiously.

“This part over here, it states Marie betrayed France by telling the Austrian invaders, why would she do that?”

As the words you speak trail out as foolishness your finger points to the large text box pertaining to your question till it soon slides between the middle and lets the note fall down on the desk. Harry watches it all, his eyes trained on your finger dragging across the rest of the glossy page with fake confusion.

You want his attention so bad, look at you.

Leaning over his desk with flirty gaze and teasing smile, your breasts sparkling in his vision with the way your back curves. It’s sickening how you get away with it, how no one realizes how persuading you are at this moment but him.

“Well, yes, she betrayed the battle plans of the French in hope that they would be defeated and the monarchy restored.” He responds swiftly, hands closing the book while turning to look at you. “Does that answer your question?”

Plump lips curve against the beaming smile of your teeth, slow bob of your head lightly shifting your breasts that Harry can’t help but lick his lip at the sight. Your hand reaches out and accepts the book, hugging it into your chest before stepping away.

“Yes, thank you sir.” Heels retreating back to your desk in a sway of suggestive hips.

Harry watches you take your seat, skirt twisting with eyes tracking back to him, another tug of your lips following before you’re opening your textbook and starting the assigned work.

And he waits a few moments, letting himself look busy flipping through his agenda of drills for the lacrosse practice this afternoon. Fingers fiddling with the ends of the page before taking the note up and unraveling it.

You’re all I can think about…

His heart goes all warm, stomach clenching and veins pulsing to his dick. The neat cursive written in the middle of the torn piece of paper is a kept secret between you and him. Harry can't help but look up at you.

Completely focused on the question at hand, brows pushed together and pen breaking through your lips. You’re concentrated on keeping up your grades, you’re perfect image.

Harry has to sit back in his chair and simply just applaud you. You disguise your true self so well bunny, being the good girl that you are, the one you pretend to be.

But, it’s with his eyes trained on you does he catch Calie passing a note towards Finn. The red head laughs to himself over it before it’s passing behind him to Emmet. The telephone string of the paper from sender to receiver a mess between rushed hands.

He watches closely as it shifts throughout the room, polished nails or bitten ones taking it and passing it onto the next. From Emmet to Astrid, and then Bella to Gabriel until it’s being poked on the elbow of you.

Bunny? What’s this? Someone else on your mind and not him… you should know better than that. Who else races your mind if not him?

Harry can’t stop his nose from flaring as he sees you take it with a smile on your lips accepting the sheet.

“Y/N, would you like to share the note with the rest of the class.”

Your head picks up; eyes wide, fingers curling around the paper, and cheeks heating up noticing that you’re caught.

Snickers of students and grinning faces fill the air over the interruption of free time. They’re just as intrigued with who could’ve been the source just as much as Harry is.

“Hmm?” He continues, sight watching heavily on the way you bite your lip before looking between him and the note.

Your throat clears with fingers peeling it open, deep breath floating in the ruffle of chairs and whispers.

“Um, w —will you meet me after dinner tonight, Luca,” Voice wavering as you swallow heavily, sight catching between Harry and the blonde boy. He sits in the front right hand corner of the room shuffling in his seat, brows raised with the same expression written over his face like his bunny.

So, he’s the one who has your attention, not Harry who should be front and center. His own right wing of defense spending time with you. It’s comical and everyone in the room thinks it’s funny too.

Harry cracks his knuckles in the teasing atmosphere of you distraught that you got caught. You were just sweet talking your way with him minutes ago, and now your mind is elsewhere. Don’t you know better than that?

“Please remember that there will be no passing notes in my class.”

Your lashes flutter at him before turning to look at Luca. Chummy grin with back slouching against the chair, his eye drops into a wink that leaves you tugging your lips into a smirk.

You don’t care… of course you don’t. You have anyone that desires you hanging in front of your face by a thread while you pull the strings whenever bored.

Harry tries not to be mad, tries to reel in his nerves as you flash your eyes at the shaggy blonde as if it’s just the two of you. You’re so naughty toying with him.

This isn’t his bunny. The one who’s so attentive and pleasing. No, you’re doing more to prove how smart you truly are, the tease you love to be.

Thick blades of grass squish amongst the feet of intense movements. Cleats cutting through swiftly as they pick up from the bodies charging down the field, yellow tinged ball crossing in the air as blue and green jerseys drift by.

It’s a beautiful day outside, the trees rustling against the subtle wind from the spring breeze transitioning into the summer season. Colleagues roaming amongst the grounds on their own destinations to distinct quarters, or students still lounging in their uniforms watching the school team practice and you just so happen to be there.

Academy gym shorts with matching t-shirt relaxing on the field, badminton rackets by each of your friends as you giggle looking towards the team.

Harry can’t help his eyes glazing over your taunt frame. Perky backside and charming aura working for not only him, but the player on the team who just so happened to score in the scrimmage at hand.

He watches the way you smirk before turning to your friends who bump shoulders with you, teasing each other with pointed glaces and twisting feet.

Look at you, so happy to give your attention away; to show you have other options, one that leaves Harry jealous and fighting to regain focus.

“Alright, I’m calling it in.” Ed nods to him once checking his watch. That’s his cue to trail across the field while the head coach draws the team in.

The nylon of his pants swishes with each stride before he’s leaning down collecting the pylons. His body makes its way across the field picking up the yellow plastic, white lines shifting his version that he doesn’t realize he’s near you. Close enough to see your gleaming smile and hear little about the conversation in the group.

It’s when leaning down to pick up the equipment do your eyes catch on each other. Head swishing to the side as you smile happily. Your finger twirls the ends of your hair with body shifting against the grass as you ignore whatever words are being said.

Harry watches clearly the way your head twists around and slowly, but subtly nods towards the array of trees that comb over the grounds of the school. Your eyebrows raise in question before listening to your friends.

Was this your plan all along? With your friends too distracted with each other to realize your actions to lure him out there. Was this what you were plotting this whole time? Low waisted shorts and dreamy eyes simply directing him where to meet once practice is over.

You’re too good at this, too conceited and happy to get whatever you want. Even if you were just delighted to have Lucas' attention you still want more.

Harry trails his view off you when picking up the remaining equipment before joining the team for the cool down of the practice.

He puts all the pinneys and pylons together, palms securing everything in their respective bags until he’s tugging off towards the equipment room. His body carried him down the flight of stairs while looking out towards the window just parallel to the steps.

Harry watches your body stalking into the woods and he can’t help the smirk that tugs at the end of his lips as he goes down the rest of the stones.

Leaves and sticks crunch below your Converse, fingers feeling over the light green blades that feels like velvet against the pad of your skin. The tug at the end of your lip is hard not to resist with your veins pulsing at what could possibly happen if you see Mr. Styles again.

This game of cat and mouse was your specialty, being able to have your way with teachers and peers so attractive and delectable. You could always tell with their breath catching and shaky voice that it was right to purpose the match.

Your perfect grades and kind attitude shines over your deeper thoughts, your favorite desires, the ones that have you tugging your way into the forest of the school right now.

Your head twists up to catch shadows of the trees as your steps still venture out east of the school, far from the usual make out spots on the property.

Will he even come? The way he turned away from you on the field was giving he wasn’t even interested, and all because of Luca and his dumb note; the one you got called out on.

You like having your secrets unknown to each other, all your lies being covered with pearly white teeth and bending spine. You were subtle with handing your own note off to your favorite teacher, if it all went well then you were certain he would show up to meet. But your boy toy around school had other plans when deciding to get you tangled in your tactics.

Stuttering and looking up at Mr. Styles caught in the aftermath of flirty eyes and bouncing breasts. You hate that he had ruin your chances, you’re not quite sure when you’ll be near your teacher again without it being so obvious from friends and peers. It was such a risky game that you loved to play despite having yourself caught up last semester.

It’s a good thing you’re so good at batting your lashes and talking so sweetly you managed to get away, but now it was a tab left in your mother’s mind and it certainly wounded your step-father. Your right hand goes to your mouth and begins to chew on your nail from the anxiety festering from the memories. You need to be sharper and have all your little white lies arranged better, you can’t manage to slip up again.

Steps finally come to a halt, body twisting around to rest along the wide tree with unruly bushes growing around it. Perfect. Your back slouches against the stumb as your hand tears away from your mouth.

You could barely see the field or the school's architecture from your place. You can only hope Mr. Styles would find you if he was still interested.

He has to be… he still stares at you longingly especially on your lips. Bet he’s remembering your moment together, the one that you can’t stop thinking about. How he made your throat swell and voice all raspy… how you had to pretend in front of the principal you didn’t just swallow your teacher's load.

You want more of him. He’s all you think about when Luca would he kissing down your neck or when your step-father is in your ear whispering how much he misses you, Mr. Styles was the only one on your mind when everything would be happening.

When the thick Bradford accent on the other end of the phone describes everything he would do, all you can think of is your teacher and what he would do in his place. Where his hands would spread amongst your body, or where his lips would find themselves on your skin.

The cracking of branches brings you out of your thoughts, your fingers running over the ends of your shorts as you see brown hair come into sight.

So he did show up, trialing after you like you thought he would. The ends of your lips curl up as you relax deeper into the wood. Mr. Styles continues his steps into the space, his eyes darting around until you whistle sweetly to catch his attention.

“Fancy seeing you around,” You perk up, feet crossing over each other as you watch him make his way over.

His body covered in a black tracksuit certainly making him appealing with his bulky frame. Humming softly your tongue peeks out to swipe along your bottom lip. The thoughts of him manhandling you from your teasing ways makes your clit begin to swell.

“Bunny…” He greets with hands wrapping around your waist. Tall frame pushing you deeper into the stumb as he looks over your face.

“Daddy…” You utter, peering up at him through doe eyes, the same ones that have him falling every time.

“I missed you,” Whispering up at him sweetly. Your hands leave your shorts to pull at the band of his track pants.

Those words have the teacher surveying your every feature with fingers curling tighter around your hips. Mr. Styles is so handsome with his grainy stubble and board chest. The way he’s pining you into the tree has you moaning quietly as you straighten your back.

“Doesn’t seem like it.” His words send a wave of annoyance through you. The eye roll you find yourself doing is completely unintentional as your head knocks into the wood.

“That wasn’t my fault,” You huff, fingers snaking along his boxers while looking up at him.

“Oh, really?” Playful cheer in the teacher’s voice as his palms venture down your hips and feel over your cheeks. The motions so possessive from his huge hands that the moan that trails from you has him groaning as well.

“It wasn’t, because you know…” Mr. Styles' face draws closer with each word as he towers over you. “You’re all I can think about.”

The pads of your fingers gaze across his happy trail, mouth parting slightly as you lift yourself onto your toes closer to him, the taste that you’ve been craving just inches away.

“Am I?”

“Yes.”

His teasing tone and rough hands have you begging just to close the space around him. It’s why your nails leave scratches against the older man’s skin, whining high in your throat so desperate for him.

“All the time,” Warmth of your movements draw deeper down his pelvis. “I think about you when I shower in the morning… touching myself thinking you're there with me.”

Deep growl rumbles through Mr. Styles, his teeth biting into his lip as he steps closer. His hips parallel with yours as you curl your hand around his cock, thick bead of pre-cum smearing along his crown as you keep your gaze strong.

“Having me up against the wall, water between us… daddy, I always imagine how good you would fuck me.” Torturing him with your lewd thoughts whenever alone and thinking about your favorite person.

“Just stretching me out all nice and wide… you’re so big… all nice and thick, I still remember how you fucked my throat.” The older man can’t stop himself from landing a furious smack against your ass. Tiny squeak leaving you as you fall to your heels.

“What else do you think about princess?” He ask, lips so dangerously close your breath is wavering.

Your hand grips tighter around Mr. Styles cock, his hips inching closer to you as he palms over your backside. Happy would be an understatement about how you feel at the moment. He’s finally here and under your spell again, just the way you like him.

“I think about you beneath me…” Tongue skimming across your flesh as you slide down him with ease, the fluid drawing from him makes the twist of your movements much easier as he leans in deeper.

“Kissing down my stomach, feeling up my thighs, licking where I want you the most,” Lashes flutter as his mouth inches closer and closer to you. “Don’t you think about my pussy daddy?”

Those very words have him capturing your lips with his. The muted taste of peppermint lingering along his tongue rubs against yours, spit being exchanged with haste as he can’t help his fingers from slinking between your thighs and feeling over the very place you want him.

He’s rubbing the spot there, rough ends of his digits massaging over your clothed area. It’s harsh and swift as they draw down your folds, an electric surge tingling down your spine feeling him around you all over again.

Mr. Styles is all rugged with his growing beard and bulky frame. He could easily manhandle you any kind of way but he treats you so delicately. You couldn’t imagine how he’ll spread you nice and wide, it’s all that’s been on your mind when you pass by him in the hall or stare up at him in class. Those very thoughts that have you breaking away from the kiss with a whimper.

“How I’ll feel around you…” Fingers contracting around his length as you bow your eyes at him slowly. “How I’ll stretch around you…” Lips curling in on each other savoring the taste of him on your buds. “How I taste… don’t you think about that a lot Mr. Styles… how my pussy would taste on your tongue?”

And he’s groaning in his throat, his teeth tugging on his bottom lip as his hands leave their position and drape to their previous one. His head cranes down to press wet kisses along the expanse of your neck, your hips being held strongly against the bark.

“Yes bunny… I do.” Your head turns against the wood from the adrenaline coursing through, his breath drapes warm and heavy amongst your skin that you moan at the feel.

In his new position you retrieve your hands and place them on either side of his face, your eyes watching closely as he breathes over your belly button with sight connecting to yours.

His hands drag up and down the expanse of your stomach before his fingers catch onto the band of your shorts, head wandering deeper down and staring up at you while doing so.

The lined cotton shorts that once grace your hips draw down swiftly with your panties, they pool around your feet with his hands drawing back up your naked thighs, feverish pecks roaming over your abdomen until pressing into your love handles.

“Oh daddy… won’t you make me feel good?” Fingers curling into his hair and ruffling with it. You always wanted to do that. Feel his hair rubbing against your stomach and kisses littering your inner thigh, it’s finally happening and you couldn’t be more excited.

Mr. Styles is looking up at you, sun highlighting the green in his eyes and his long lashes that blink up. And with the soft breeze whisking itself through the forest do you whimper at the feeling of it passing through your lower half.

“Yes, bunny.” Said so deep and husky that your fingers scratch along his scalp. His hand that dragged along your thigh urges your leg up, you don’t hesitate to prop it up your side with his help to keep it there.

Mr. Styles breath floats along your inner thighs, light smears of his wet lips pressing along the skin that you whine high in your throat. You don’t know how much time you have, but you doubt anyone is looking for either of you or going further past the school grounds to come look. You’re sure you’re safe but still, there’s always the possibility of someone seeing or finding you.

It’s why all movements are so rushed yet lucid, his tongue dragging sloppily along your thighs as he moves towards your pussy. A relieving sigh leaving when his tongue skims over your folds, eyes still locked on each other as his grip tightens over you.

“Daddy,” Soft call of his name trailing out as he leans in again to lick you, a pleasant hum vibrates over you that your eyes bat slowly at the feel.

The delicious drag of his tongue lying flat against your pussy as he draws his head up in lengthy strides makes your foot bend in your Converse. This is what you’ve always dreamt about; his tongue eating you out, and it’s even better that you tell he’s enjoying it with his fingers scratching into your skin all hungry.

“Like how I taste, daddy?”

A deep groan pulsates throughout you to answer which has your head knocking back into the tree. Sweet moan falling from your lips as your knee against the stumb bends a bit, pussy sinking deeper against Mr. Styles tongue as he draws up your folds.

One hand leaves his curls and goes towards the one holding your thigh up, his head rocking up and down in rush strides that you begin following his movements. Wet muscle flexing against every swivel and drag, his forest orbs loving the way your lips fall apart and moan from his touch. He lets you take charge and ride his tongue just the way you like if that's the attention you need… the attention you deserve.

His tongue drags up along your clit and in the moment you don’t hesitate to tug his head back and circle your waist along him. The width of his tongue swallowing your clit up so beautifully that it’s better than everything you imagined, and the fact he’s a grown man letting you ride his face, god he’s the best daddy ever.

Your head leans forward, teeth biting down on your lip as you gently move him against your circling hips.

“You’re so good to me daddy.”

Mr. Styles' eyes close slowly even more aroused from your words and the fact you taste like honey. His nails leave crescent moons into skin as he lets you drag yourself all over him. Just as hot as it is to be getting off using him, Harry was a slave to your tactics getting off to your sweet nectar and melodic voice dripping in sex.

Between the slurps of him eating your pussy to the moans expelling every time you swivel your hips harder against him, the scene is one of greed. Pure old fashioned greed of wanting nothing more than to ruin each other. It’s such a dangerous game but it’s so fun, luring him in and pulling at his heart strings all because it was entertaining to you.

“Like the way I ride you?” His tongue tenses against your movements, his head bobbing shallowly that leaves you to let out a breathless sigh.

And to think after calling you out hours ago when catching you with someone else Mr. Styles is here right now eating your pussy, and loving it.

He’s the daddy you need, the one that goes over and beyond to prove where your eyes should be focused on. He’s really the best, doing all this just to prove to you the place he wants in your life.

“Do you want me to ride your cock like this?” Lazy smirk tugging at the end of your lips with brow raising slightly, your motions losing momentum as you look down at him.

His mouth flexes against your folds, lips pressing open kisses back along your thighs. Wet juices dragging along your skin as your grip over him relaxes. Your thigh falls lucid by your leg, his touch drawing back up your skin as he finds his way up your body.

“Bunny,” Mr. Styles breathes against your clothed stomach. The sweet exchange that once coats his mouth disappears once dragging along the shirt. His lips trailing back up your neck and pressing onto your cheeks.

“I don’t know how much time we have left.”

You shake your head confidently, hands now drawing up his shoulders and stepping closer to him. You’re sure there’s nothing to worry about, almost positive you had enough time to have him the way you want.

“Please…” Lips pout slightly as you get him to peer into your eyes, your canine tooth catching on your lip before you’re smiling innocently at him. “I’m all nice and tight for you, don’t you want to feel daddy?”

Mr. Styles groans lowly, his face shifting amongst yours as he slots your lips against each other. The sweet taste of yourself flows along your tongue and you love every bit of it knowing that he adores it even more at the moment. The juices that you expel with the mix of your saliva, it’s a delicious brew that you're sure he wants forever from the way his fingers grip onto your hips.

He’s thought of this moment so many times yet can’t believe it’s happening, and the words you speak, he’s nearly coming from the sweet sound and the way you say his name.

Tongues dance along each other in a rushed frenzy not knowing how much longer it’ll be till this moment happens again. Your lips feel over the soft pricks of his stubble, hands drawing along his chest and moaning at the possessiveness over the kiss. His tongue flows against yours with such dominance you moan against him before pulling away with a bite at his lip.

“Just lay down for me, please?” You ask all sweet and doe eyed, nails dotting against the nylon of his jacket as you stare up at him.

And he’s unsure, with sight looking between you and the scenery around. A gentle sigh escapes as he nods his head lightly. “Okay.”

The grin that shines across your lips is bright and cheery, your eyes watching him closely as his knees begin to bend and you don’t hesitate to follow. Your hands fitting themselves on each side of his head, hips resting along his stomach with your face becoming parallel to each other.

“Been thinking about this since I met you.” Head leaning forward and dotting kisses against his chin, his hands by his side tug at the top of his track pants to pull them down.

“Looking at you in class… thinking about you fucking me on my desk.” Rush breath combing over his neck as you litter him with love. “Or yours.” Giggle trailing out so adorably that Mr. Styles moans at the sound. His hand draws away from the fabric of his joggers and lands a scolding slap amongst your ass.

“Dirty girl.” He mutters, fingers spreading you wide while rocking you over his erection.

“Only for you daddy.”

Leaning back on your knees, your hands slide towards your t-shirt and tug it over your head. Your breasts on display as you balance yourself amongst his waist, arm going behind your back and palming his cock.

“Want you inside me.” You say while blindly releasing him from his confines and twisting him slowly.

Mr. Styles rests on his elbows as he watches you raise up, the beautiful sight of his bunny bare and ready to take him, this is too good to be true.

His teeth poke out from his mouth and catch on his lips, stomach dipping with heavy breaths as he watches you lower yourself. Your puffy folds spread wide as his cock fills you up slowly, long whine tearing from your throat as he swallows you up inch by inch. The stretch of him has your body leaning forward with other hand curling around his jacket anxiously.

“Jesus.” Mr. Styles breathes with hand steadying your hips as he leans up, the tight feel of you around him makes his fingers curl deeper into your skin while you sink further onto his lap. “Bunny, fuck.” Your knees clench around his waist as you sigh pleasantly.

Plush walls nestle his throbbing cock gracing your sweet spot so heavenly that you’re shuddering against him. Your hips rubbing against his pelvis only increasing the fraction that has you crying out in satisfaction.

“Daddy, you fill me up so good.” Both hands gather up his arms and to the nape of his neck, your mouths lean forward breathing in each other's moans.

“You’re so tight bunny.” He follows your motions as your head knocks into his forehead.

You hum with your mouth going dry, eyes batting at him slowly as you find the strength to rise up on your knees and slowly grind yourself. Delicious spread of your pussy accepting every stride of him.

The combination of his spit and your juices leaves a squelching sob sound every time your hips meet. Walls flexing around every loving rhythmic stroke, whine high in the back of your throat as your fingers press deeply into his skin.

“So sweet, so dirty, just the way I like you.” Mr. Styles breathes over your lips. Your mouth catching his filthy words and swallowing them up loving the taste.

His grip over your hips guides your movements, eyes hanging low and watching every bounce of yourself riding him to the way your nose twitches. The thickness of him swells every crevice that succumbs to him filling you up. It’s leaving you numb with pleasure allowing him to draw you down in repetitive motions.

“I love the way you stretch around me, bunny” His lips curving the slope of your nose when you bow your head.

This moment was more than your dreams. The man that’s been fucking you in your every thought now helping you slide down his dick with such ease. Telling you just how he likes you, and how he loves the way you expand around him, he’s the best teacher. Your favorite one.

Lips collide in messy motions, slipping across each other with moans and groans trailing out. The hands of both of you sinking deeper and deeper as you both chase your highs.

The crinkles of leaves shift under your bodies, shadows of trees gracing across your bouncing breasts as Mr. Styles continues to guide your movements. Mouths catching along each other hurriedly with thighs twitching to curl deeper against him, the shock of stabs running down your neck causes your spine to bend at the feeling.

“Daddy… m’gonna…” Mouth parting away from him as your forehead drags along his cheek, breath coming out rushed as you feel your climax making itself known.

“Gonna come on daddy’s cock? You love my dick, don’t you?” His words deep in your ear making you lose all sense in your knees when going silk around him.

Your head twists deeper across his skin, eyes barely staying open as the squished grass amongst the floor bobs in your vision. Mr. Styles takes complete control over you as his hands keep your waist flexing around him.

Your pussy quivers and trembles from his words, adding fury to the spikes of arousal barreling down joyously. Your mouth hangs open, nails scratching into his skin as you continue feeling his cock tagging your cervix each time.

“Oh, fuck,” You moan completely distraught with stomach twitching. Your jerking hips take control of your weak motions as you find the strength to runt yourself into his lap.

Clit rubbing beautifully against the light bush along his pelvis chasing your high. You groan pleasantly at the head of his cock dragging across your sweet spot, your climax welcoming itself with your pussy contracting around him.

And instead of Mr. Styles guiding you back up his length he’s following your movements and thrusting into your hips. Piercing jabs adding to the sensation of pulsing shocks spreading through.

“Feel so good bunny,” He moans into your bobbing head, lips trailing down the hair matted to your shoulder. Sweet smell of your perfume gracing his nostrils that leaves him growling against your skin.

Fingers shake against his flexing shoulders, lips bitten and cracked letting air shallowly fill your lungs. Your pussy is bruised and sore from the girth of your teacher assaulting every inch that welcomes him.

“You’re so deep daddy,” Sweet voice running across his blushing skin. It’s damp with tiny strands connecting hair against his temples, his adam’s apple bobbing heavily with his fingers digging deeper into your skin; clear that your words affect him.

It’s your favorite thing to do with this game you play. How your words are so angelic yet dirty, leaving Mr. Styles, your boy toy and step-father vulnerable messes every time you're around. Cracked voices and growing erections always being your sight at just a simple bat of an eye. It’s so easy to have whoever you want be able to play.

It’s why you continue being alluring; dreamy moans carrying into his ears with hands sliding up into his hair, tousling every lock as you rotate your hips against his thrusts. The change in rhythm and pulsing beats of your pussy around Harry makes him hiss. Head dropping swiftly against your shoulder till you catch him quickly, nails tugging his head back as you peer into his eyes and ride his cock.

“Fuck me nice and wide,” Waist swiveling against his grip trying to strain your movements. Green eyes look up at your lips while his part in bliss accepting your heavenly pussy gracing him. “Stretch me so good daddy.”

Teasing breath fanning over his face as your breasts rub against the material of his jacket, your scent showers over him with your pussy wrapping around his cock deliciously, the sight clear of how he’s a slave to you and the way you make him feel.

“Don’t you want to fill me up?” Harry moans with eyes blinking slowly, his fingers beginning to loosen against your motions.

Your pussy coats his dick in creamy fluid adding to the pleasure of your walls dragging down him. Your fingers itch at his scalp, lips leaning towards his and nearly connecting as you smile.

“Don’t you want me to make you a daddy?”

Words having Mr. Styles whining high in his throat, hands twitching against your hips just as his seed spills into you. Fingers twitching and jaw tensing as he stares up in complete admiration. His waist stills against yours, eyes blinking slowly in a daze as you still grin at him, swiveling your hips and whispering sweet nothings.

“Such a thick load, sir.”

Hands relaxing around his curls while his fall from your waist, Harry’s sight completely enveloped by your words that he can’t help the lazy smile that tugs along his lips when you giggle at his expression.

“Mm… you’re really the best.” You hush, hips moving slowly as your chest begins to relax.

“It’s clear that’s up for debate.” Mr. Styles smirks, fingers feeling over the blades of grass below. But even if it’s a playful tease, his words taint your heart.

“It’s only you, I’m so serious sir,” You sigh, head shifting with bottom lip jutting out.

He gives you a pointed glare as if not believing you — not that he should, but it’s entertaining to make him jealous… teasing him just how you like. It’s why you find yourself rolling your eyes and raising up on your sore knees. The motion of you sitting off his lap and slipping him out turns his attention. His come drips out and flows down the expanse of his cock.

Humming delighted at the site, your hand trails out of his hair and between your legs. Fingers seeping into your pussy and catching the reminder of him onto your fingertips to carry into your mouth. Tongue welcoming the muted taste of your teacher and moaning playfully.

“Bunny.” He whines, eyes watching closely as you dip back between you both and collect the rest running down his cock and sucking them off your fingers again. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

The laugh that escapes you is adorable when you lean into his chest, hands moving to his shoulders and forcing him to fall back against the grass which he does gently. His own hands run down your spine as you shift around on his body.

“Wouldn’t that be amazing?” You sigh, fingers trailing up his neck and drawing along the definition of his jaw as he looks up at the sky.

The laugh that leaves the older man is light and cherished, one that has you smiling as you let his touch roam all over your skin.

His heart beats against your ear, lungs rising steadily with your bodies fitting together. The sun is still shining brightly with the breeze passing by every few moments. The quiet atmosphere of this area makes it feel private and safe.

“Sir?” Voice raised in question as your fingertip glides against the bridge of his nose just in time for him to hum in response.

“You never did tell me why you call me bunny?” Lips piercing together tightly as his touch begins to draw circles up your spine in swirls.

“Your eyes,” He whispers as he looks at the clouds passing across.

Your brows perk up at that. Your eyes? You knew they were quite alluring but not to that extent. Yet, that was the nickname that he gave you, the one feature that stood out the most to him. Not cherry, or baby like your other two flings.

“My eyes?” You reiterate. Head trailing off to the side as you pass your finger across his lips. The motion has him playfully biting on your nail till you’re retreating back to draw along his cheeks with a giggle.

“Yes… there so doe and soft, like a bunny. My bunny.” You hum acknowledging his words in admiration.

So that’s what he thought, that’s what stuck out the most. It was adorable and unique. So different compared to what you’re familiar with.

“When do you think we can do this again?” Your voice mutters against his chest. It makes Mr. Styles draw his hands away and lean up on his elbows.

His eyes go towards your shirt and grabs it, the material falls into your grip and you don’t hesitate to lean back and slip it over your head, sight still caught on the older man.

“I don’t know… it’s too risky,” His view looking over your naked thighs that hold his abdomen to the poor expression turning up over your face.

“Oh come on,” You huff, rolling your eyes and drawing away from his body. You twist off him with hands leaning towards your undergarments inches away.

“W —What are you getting all upset about? Even right now is pushing it,” His own actions cover himself back up as you scoff in response. “Don’t act like this.”

Another exaggerated sigh falls from your mouth before fixing your shorts around your hips, sight narrowing on the green streaks across your shirt before turning to look at the teacher now standing.

“I’ll act however I please,” You mumble, teeth clenching down on each other as Mr. Styles groans with annoyance, his hand stretching towards you but you’re quick enough to retreat back.

“So, even if it’s this spot for the exact same time?” You rephrase, heart knocking against your chest as you tangle your arms together.

“No Y/N, god… don’t you get it? Don’t you see my job on the line just to be here right now?”

“Fine.”

“Would you stop?”

“No.”

Your eyes watch every frustrated movement from the body parallel of you who bows his head in disbelief of the situation.

Of course he wants to see you again, of course he wants to wrap himself all around you but this puts too much stress over everything on his plate.

“Let’s just talk this over?”

“No, I’m good.”

Your teeth shining happily as you shift your head to the side and watch Mr. Styles inhale deeply. his body stepping closer still attempting to hold you.

“I’ll walk my way around to the front… you can go back from where you came from.” Simple nod of your head before your gracefully turning around beginning your departure. You’re trailing off so quickly he doesn’t even have the chance to catch you slipping through his fingers.

He just had you and now it’s already over.

Harry should’ve really expected this though. He should’ve anticipated your stubborn reaction to his words, he should’ve really thought over them because now you’re making his life a living hell.

You couldn’t wait a week, or even a couple days, you really couldn’t wait at all. Because the next afternoon you showed up to class five minutes late, walking through the door with a simple smirk on your lips and “sorry!” so sweet and delectable that he let you get away with it, of course he would, far as he knows he’s on punishment.

But, when you cut your eyes in a wicked glare did he realize who else was missing from the class, his own lacrosse player. Your heels echoed to your seat eerily to him amongst the shuffling of the other students, and when you sat in your chair with lips now a teasing grin did Luca soft knock sound on the door before he stepped in.

His collar was obnoxiously up high, clear what was litter amongst his skin. The sight had Harry clenching his jaw unbearably tight, his eyes going to you who conceitedly winked at him. It didn’t help that the other students began to snicker, adding to the fury of Harry turning his fingers in on themselves while continuing the class.

That was only the beginning though; now when passing in the halls you completely ignored him, acting as if he wasn’t there. When seeing you in the pillars of the school with Luca by your side, you made sure to wink at him, or sometimes Harry will see him drop you off to class, catching sight on his hands grabbing the skin he doesn’t deserve.

You continue showing up late; sometimes your boyfriend trailing behind, sometimes not. You stop raising your hand and involving yourself in class discussions and begin to pay attention to the birds outside or doodling in your book. Notes start being exchanged even more between you and the blonde classmate, one time you even left one on your desk that Harry took up.

Can I eat you out tonight?

Luca

His messy writing covered the paper that Harry closed his fist around. His feet stalked over to the garbage and threw it into the trash.

You’re fucking with him so badly, so terribly, why are treating him like this?

He doesn’t feel any better that he tried to be reasonable, trying to get you to understand that your endeavors couldn’t be consistent, it would be too much for the both of you.

But, it’s tempting… so tempting to want to pull you in after class and tell you that he’s done with your antics and to take him back. Go back to being his sweet bunny with doe eyes and bitten lips, go back to writing his nickname across the page of your test and showing him your sweet plump cheeks.

It’s already bad enough he’s coming into his hand every night just thinking about your pussy around him again. Your sweet voice telling him your dirty thoughts, the ones that have been on your mind since meeting. He wants more of you, he needs more honestly, and the way you’re acting isn’t helping him at all.

He can deal with you being with Luca because Harry knows deep down he doesn’t satisfy you the way you like. He’s certain you don’t fancy him much and is just using him to toy with his feelings, but he’ll accept that.

It’s Friday night and it’s the annual parent teacher meeting. Students in their pressed and polished uniforms standing alongside their parents as they walk across campus displaying to them their life while here.

Harry hasn’t seen you yet and he’s thankful, he’s suppose to meet your mother and he’s trying to keep his nerves at bay. His fingers are tapping timidly inside his pocket as he smiles at Gabriel's mother who boasts about the upcoming lacrosse tournament.

His eyes watch the way her skin folds over in wrinkles when she smiles happily, while her son looks annoyed and Harry can’t help the breathless laugh that leaves him when noticing.

“The boys have been putting in great work this year, I’m sure we’ll be getting the trophy.” Harry beams while Gabriel rolls his eyes at his teacher.

“It’s all he talks about when I call him… but, let’s me not keep you, we still have to see Mrs. Randall.” Fading auburn hair shifting with each nod of her head as she leaves the community hall looking for the science teacher.

It’s when the loving mother exits the door does he see his bunny slip in. Manicure and dazzling accessories shining over your shoulder as your mother walks into the room, and it isn’t the sight of her that has Harry shocked, no, it’s the man that steps through right after with tattoos littered in the revealing parts of his suit. All over his hands and up his neck, if Harry were to assume, he would be around his age, with thick beard growing in and slight tiredness swelling around his eyes.

He can tell from his appearance you don’t look quite similar, you resemble your mother more than anything but he doesn’t stare too long. Not with the way you begin to walk towards him with both parents on either side.

The chatter in the room is filled with other guardians and teachers making small talk either about the curriculum or the school's pretentious history, and somehow in all that noise it doesn’t seem to drown out the footsteps of bodies making their way over to him.

“Mr. Styles?” Thin lips of your mother sing in a cheerful tune as she sways from side to side.

He remembers you telling him about your mother. How she sent you to school once given the chance, yet she’s all bubbly and happy as if you have a place in her life, as if all the words you spoke were nothing but pure lies.

“Yes ma’am, that’s me!” Harry smiles softly, hand reaching out and she takes it genuinely. Soft touch enveloping him in a strong shake as he bows his head.

“You must be Y/N mother,” He continues, their hands parting as he looks down at you. For once your sight is looking up at him, your attention actually focus on him, and it makes Harry swallow heavily.

“She has told me so much about you, all good things! Saying how you’ve made her enjoy history even, she was never quite fond of it in her past schoolings but, you’ve made it her favorite!”

His brows raise up at that, mouth parting slightly in shock before grinning happily looking between you and your mother. So, you’ve been telling her about him? And saying his teachings are your favorite subject. You’re confusing him with your hot and cold games, but it’s even worse that he enjoys being in the middle of it.

“I never knew she said that? I’m so happy to hear,” Harry smiles before his hand is turning towards the man to the left of you. “And you must be Mr—”

“—Malik.”

His words cut off the teacher to correct him but doesn’t stop them from their hands meeting, strong grip over each other as his brown eyes look over him longingly, examining every inch of him.

“My apologies…” Harry sighs before turning to your mother to divert his gaze from your step-father. “But yes, she’s doing amazing in class. I'm glad it’s become her favorite.”

And he sees the way your face begins to heat up, how your eyes watched every motion of him shaking your father’s hand as if stunned this moment is happening. Harry wants to laugh, he wants to chuckle in your face because of course he’s caught you again, lying about having a father figure, this is cold bunny.

“Oh! Mom, they have that sparkling juice I was talking about, the one you should use for the dinner?” Your voice enters the conversation nervously as you look towards her. Hand going to her elbow as you direct her to the assortment of drinks and snacks on the table under the bulletin board.

“Just one second!” Your mother smiles at Harry before letting you lead her away.

Before Harry can even admire the sight of you all flustered and caught up from your parents meeting the teacher you’ve been tormenting for months, the laugh next to him has his direction turning towards the heavily tattoo man.

“Isn’t she funny?” Mr. Malik asks, lips tugged to the side as he shuffles on his feet. Harry can’t help but take one of his hands out of its confines and cough into it.

“Yes, she has quite the humor,” He agrees, fingers running over his hips smoothly as he shifts his posture.

Your step-father is looking up at him with such a questioning glare that Harry can feel his ears begin to beat with warmth, his eyes dying to break the fight over whatever is crossing his mind.

You always have tricks up your sleeves, always have another way to shine your dazzling teeth to get away with something else, and it’s another one of those moments. Body turned away from your daddy and father ignoring the fact they’re in the same room.

Aren’t you a nervous little thing when all caught up? It’s quite adorable.

“Are you playing?”

The question draws Harry’s eyebrows together, lips parting and sight concentrated heavier on the man next to him.

“I’m sorry?”

“With cherry? Are you playing with her?”

Cherry? His bunny is cherry to him. Oh? So this is why you’re so nervous and looking more distraught than when he caught you with that note.

You’re not nervous at the fact Harry knows you lied about your parents, but the fact you already had a father figure in your life, one that plays with you already and does everything that he wants when given the chance. That’s why you ran away.

“Oh? I —I didn’t… I haven’t…” Harry’s voice trails off as his sight goes towards you pouring another glass of the grape juice for your mother to try.

“So, it’s true then?” His eyes trail back to the older man who holds a smug grin, and when his hand pats down on his shoulder roughly, it makes Harry let out an uncomfortable laugh.

“I must say… she does get what she wants.” Mr. Malik sight combs over the teacher before releasing his hold.

It has Harry relaxing and throat clear as his nose crinkles up. His bunny with someone else? He could get over Luca, he really could care less… but the man in front of him —the one you lied about so innocently— is standing before him not even surprised by the teachers place in your life, you’ve broken his heart bunny.

“Is she always like this?” Harry finds himself asking without thought, his brows relaxing as he tries to collect all the memories of everything you said from the first encounter.

“If you’re who she likes, yeah I guess… I’m not sure how it works in her head, she got me a few years ago…” Mr. Malik admits before breaking their gaze and looking over at you, and Harry can’t stop himself from doing it also. “You know, it really did catch me off guard when I found out about what she did first semester.”

Harry’s fingers curl in on themselves from hearing the truth. So it was all true, you did try to seduce a teacher, that’s why you’re at this school. That’s why you play this game with him, because you like this attention… you like having your way with the people you desire, you’re so dirty bunny.

“I didn’t know that,” He says, with hands crossing over his chest as he now leans against the brick wall. The relevance of the news has Mr. Malik turning, his eyebrows furrowed with a cheesy grin.

“Really?” He says with a shake of his head, body relaxing next to the teacher.

“I also didn’t know about you… I mean, being her father and all.”

“Step.” He emphasizes giving a pointed look, and Harry nods his head in acknowledgement.

“Yes, step-father.” He confirms before whistling weakly.

Your lies are finally spread out for the both of them to see. It really took today for him to see past everything and get the real information about you that he really wanted, the one he’s been seeking from the beginning.

His mind is a whirlwind of emotions and memories of what you both shared in such little time. “It’s only you, I’m serious sir.” Those were your words, said with such purity he believed you. But now it’s so clear how you like to be shared, how you like to be passed around for everyone.

Harry thought all this time that what you really needed was mentorship, soon that turned into some well deserved attention, but now, he thinks he sees your true intentions, the real reason why your eyes glimmer with happiness every time.

“I purpose we make some changes to her game,” Mr. Malik remarks, his white teeth showing as his lips stretch, and Harry can’t help but nod in agreement.

“I think we should make some new rules.”

[mechaknight-98]

Reflections I: Acceptance (NSFW) FT Karina, Jihyo, Sakura, Moon Sua

Operator’s Notes: "I'm an Otaku bestie" Is it really a Le Sserafim comeback if this page is not releasing a story about Sakura? The goal these pieces is to hype up Authors the operator is currently really enjoying. Also note the Daigo featured in this story is not the same Daigo featured in the Cowboys and ninjas storylines.

As the anniversary of this page approaches its a time of introspection and Change as the operator begins to under who he is, and what he stands for. This semi Anthology will be smut heavy.

Monomainia FT Sakura Miyawaki

"To know others is to know oneself" is something many people don't seem to know or understand, and I get it.  I am in a weird spot in that in searching to understand myself, I found the secret to understanding others.

I waltzed into the hotel elevator with an anxious calm that seemed to follow me everywhere I went. the presence of eyes, both seen and unseen made me feel like I had to perform. I had to be "on" but one day I could be off, and hopefully that day would come soon. The elevator dings and spits me out.

I begin walking to my room. the bizarre carpet pattern peculiarly scratches my brain. it's familiar but alien. A link fence of Hexagonal shapes that seems to resemble something in my mind but I can't place it. The color is midnight blue, surrounded by a lighter sky blue, with hard black lines shaping more Hexagons in a greater pattern. It is almost reminiscent of a game board, regardless of when I reach my room. As I enter a young lady is exiting her room. She has dark hair and a smaller stature but her face is remarkably stunning. Her face looks soft like cotton or silk. She walked past with a focused, guarded, and stern face, but when she made eye contact with me her expression became soft and open. She smiles as if knowing she had me under her spell.

"Hello there," she says with an adorable accent

"what's your name?" she asks

"Oh um, Daigo is short for...that's not important what's yours?"

The young woman smirked and said, "Smooth. My name is Sakura." Her plump lips began to curl further into a mischievous smile as she looked at me. She notices the scar across my nose and says,

"that looks bad what happened." I give her a confused look forgetting that I have a gash on my face. when I remember I respond,

"Oh fencing incident." Sakura looks at me interested.

"Oh that's so cool." she blushes and then realizes what she said,

"I mean your fencing, not the scar, although I like it. It makes you look tough and cool," she says with a smile. I smile back and say,

"Really? Thanks." after that, we stand and stare at each other awkwardly, and then I say, "Well it was nice meeting you Sakura. I am going to turn in for the night. You are welcome to join me." Sakura smiles brightly as she says,

"I'd love to but I have a dinner to attend...wait can I ask you a favor?" Sakura says.

I tilt my head and say, "Tell me and I'll consider it."    

Sakura smiles, "If I got you a suit, would you be willing to join me on this dinner as a plus one?" I look at her she seems sincere, and she's also very stunning. I consider my options and then say, "Sure."

Sakura smiles and grabs my arm. “Great!” she exclaims, dragging me along with her. As she leads me, I feel like a passenger in my own body, noticing little details about her that make my heart flutter. The way her eyes crinkle when she smiles, the way she waddles when she runs because she’s excited—everything about her seemed designed to be as endearing as possible, and I had to admit, it was working on me.

We get into the car with her driver, and Sakura, with a mischievous smile, settles onto my lap in the back seat. She nestles in close, sighing contentedly. “You’re warm,” she murmurs as she presses her cheek against my chest, then adds with a delighted tone, “And you smell nice.”

I laugh softly, and she looks up at me with the cutest pout. “What’s so funny?” she asks, her eyes wide with curiosity.

Still smiling, I reply, “If you keep this up, I might have to make this relationship a more intimate and long-term one.”

Sakura grins and retorts playfully, “Excuse me, Mister Daigo, but don’t get ahead of yourself. I need to evaluate you just as much as you probably need to evaluate me.”

I nod, my smile widening. “Works for me.”

The car stops in front of a suit shop, and Sakura’s expression shifts to something more serious. “You have 30 minutes to come up with something,” she says with a hint of intimidation before breaking into an encouraging smile. “You got this!”

As I step inside the shop, my plan comes together quickly. Sakura’s wearing a white dress with black accents, so I decide on an off-white suit paired with a black shirt accented by a silvery floral pattern. I race through the store, piecing the outfit together—a cream jacket, matching slacks, and a black shirt with silver accents. For the shoes, I chose white sneakers accented with Caribbean Green, adding a pop of color.

The final touch is the accessories. I opt for silver cufflinks, a watch, and a ring with a Caribbean green stone. To tie it all together, I pick a tie that matches the green from the shoes. As I check out, I glance at my phone and breathe a sigh of relief—7 minutes to spare.

Sakura’s eyes light up when she sees me. “Get changed. I want to see how you look.”

I quickly change, and when I step out, her smile is all the affirmation I need. “Hm, I like it. You look good,” she asserts. I smile back, feeling a surge of confidence as we ride the rest of the way together.

We arrive at the venue, where the air is aromatic but stagnant. The atmosphere inside is thick with various appetites—some more subtle than others. I follow Sakura’s lead, her arm brushing against mine, and an electric jolt of arousal courses through me. I glance at her, feeling confused and slightly dizzy, but she just smiles innocently. Maybe I imagined it.

Seeing my expression, she leans in close, wrapping her arms around mine. Her lips brush my ear as she whispers, “You’re doing so well. Mommy might have to reward you later.” To emphasize her point, she teases my ear with a cautious lick. I take a moment to recover, and when I do, she smiles knowingly and asks, “Did you like it?”

I nod, still reeling from the sensation, as we move further into the venue. Sakura clings to me like a lifeline, her presence both comforting and grounding in this sea of unfamiliar faces.

As I scan the crowd, I notice patterns. The men are dressed almost uniformly in black suit jackets, white shirts, black pants, and black loafers, with white watches and ties that barely introduce any color—mostly reds, blues, and blacks. The women’s attire is similarly monochromatic, with black or white dresses accented by a single color piece or contrasting accessory. All eyes are drawn to Sakura and me as we enter. I catch those gazes—most of them bland and devoid of spark, but a few dripping with disgust and contempt.

Sakura, blissfully unaware of the undercurrents around us, led me to our seats with a smile. As we settled in, two women took their places across the table. One had a stern face and a cold gaze, while the other exuded warmth, almost maternal in her demeanor. The warmer of the two leaned forward with a smile.

"Oh, Sakura, who's this vibrant little peacock you've brought along?"

I glanced at Sakura, catching a fleeting microexpression of annoyance—so brief I almost doubted I saw it. But it was there, a tiny crack in her perfect composure.

"This is Daigo, my plus one for tonight," she replied, her tone smooth but with a hint of steel beneath the surface.

The two women turned to me, offering polite greetings, which I returned just as politely.

"So, Daigo," the colder one, Irene, said with a sharp edge to her voice, "tell us about yourself. It’s not every day Sakura brings someone so... unique."

Sakura’s posture subtly shifted, becoming more guarded, her fingers gripping my arm a bit tighter as if to anchor herself. She cut in before I could respond, "Irene, he’s a little shy, so don’t take it personally if he’s not much of a talker."

I could see that Sakura wasn’t in the mood to do all the social lifting tonight, so I decided to step up.

"I write comics, and screenplays, and I’ve worked on a few games here and there," I said. Their surprise was evident, and I felt Sakura’s grip tighten further, sending that familiar, electrifying sensation surging through me, stronger than before. It hit me so hard that I had to excuse myself to regain my composure.

In the bathroom, I caught sight of a shadow in the mirror, shifting and morphing until it solidified into the form of a man—purple-skinned, with horns, dressed in a red suit jacket, white tie, and black shirt. His eyes met mine, filled with a mix of apprehension and curiosity.

"You’re new around here," he stated, his voice carrying a weight that hung in the air.

I turned to face him directly, but the reflection showed no one behind me.

"Apologies for the confusion," he continued. "I can’t interact with the regular world, thanks to a little self-imposed exile. The name’s Asmodeus. And you are?"

I turned back to the mirror, meeting his gaze. "Nobody," I replied.

"Fair enough. Never trust a demon, after all," Asmodeus said with a knowing smirk. "Yet, you’re different from the rest of them out there. You don’t carry the scent of pining or self-loathing, but something more... potent. Desperation and rage. What’s your story?"

I shrugged, nonchalant. "Sakura brought me here, and she’s pretty captivating."

Asmodeus chuckled, the sound low and almost menacing. "Ah, a joker. Interesting. But let me be clear—I’m the Guardian of this community. If you’re planning to cause trouble, I’d advise against it."

I sighed, feigning exasperation. "Oh, so I’m not part of the community now?"

His eyes narrowed, the air around us thickening. "No, you’re not, and you never will be. You’re an... anomaly."

I couldn’t help but laugh, enjoying the way his calm demeanor cracked. "What is it then? Because I’m Black? No, maybe it’s because I’m American... or could it be—"

He cut me off, his tone sharper now. "It’s because you don’t follow the rules. You spit on tradition and treat this like a game."

"It’s not a game," I replied, my voice dropping to a serious tone. "But it is a competition. Just not with them out there. I’m competing with the man in the mirror."

Asmodeus looked momentarily confused before realization dawned on him. "Ah, yourself."

He laughed again, a sound that sent a chill down my spine. "Well then, Mr. Nobody, I’ll be watching you."

Just then, the door opened, and another person walked in. They froze, their eyes locking onto me—not the demon in the mirror. That confirmed what I’d suspected—I was the only one who could see Asmodeus. The young man leaves hurriedly and I ask Asmodeus,

"Question why is it that I can see you and others can't?"

Asmodeus smiles, "Well I have two theories. One you are a surprisingly strong mage. Or it could be the old fallen angel magic in that those who wish harm to the ones I am guarding. Or it could be something completely different." before the demon man could finish I felt hands grab me and throw me out of the restroom. being out of it for a moment I recovered then shifted my weight. I snapped my fingers and switched to my battle mage armor.

"I knew it. You're Daigovaldo the mage with the stupid names for everything." I sighed as I got up to face the obstacle. He was an unremarkable young man with no real discerning features.

"Who are you...you know what it doesn't matter. I am going to call you Jon, and if you want a fight Jon I will give you one, but keep in mind I don't fight fair." I reply. Jon smiles as he runs up to me. I dodge his first punch before going in to grapple his waist. He backs up a bit too slowly giving me time to switch tactics as I go to trip him. he falls forward onto his face I grab him and suplex him behind me. the floor beneath us cracks, as I look back. Jon's body lay on the floor crumpled. I sigh and then stretch out my left shoulder. I snap my fingers and go back to my suit. thankfully it was still clean.

I walk back to Sakura who smiles when she sees me.

"What kept you?" she asks.

"Um a demon man, and a fight with some random, but don't worry it's handled."

"Great Dinner is about to start and it would be a shame if I didn't have my arm candy present."

I scoff at Sakura's words. "Only Arm candy? Pfft! I'll have you know missy that I am an 8th-level Imagin mage." Sakura smiles at my little brag.

Sakura smiled then whispered, "Not now baby, Mommy needs you to behave. If you do good tonight Mommy promises to treat you right tonight"  

I roll my eyes then say, "You're lucky you're so hot. Otherwise."

"Otherwise what baby? you would have stayed in that hotel, not having the time of your life?" I was about to make a snarky remark when Sakura said, "Please be a good boy mommy will treat you right." My brain shuts down for a moment then I sit and smile at her. Irene coughs and we are taken out of our little world.

"Are you two done flirting?" she questions. her plus-one smacks her.

"Babe stop," Izzy said to us. We then to them slightly dazed.

“That scar on your nose is so interesting How did you get it?” Izzy asked uncomfortably.

“Fencing incident,” I reply calmly.

"oh! That's Interesting, usually, fencers wear a bunch of gear, and even then still use blunted weapons. so what were you doing getting such a deep gash? I don't know much about cuts and scrapes but that looks like it hit bone." Izzy said looking at me with a peculiar look.

"Well, what can I say? I was young and dumb and doing actual sabers for once seemed like a good idea, I knew I should have stuck to knives, hatchets, and hammers." I explained.

"You are most peculiar," Irene says.

I nod and say, "It's kinda intentional. I mean why be like everyone else? you are all so much better at it than I am."

I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Sakura was smiling.

After the Party

Sakura and I get back to the hotel. she can barely keep her hands off of me, and honestly, I feel the same. While we got in the car very chaste and relaxed it quickly heated as she began to grind her hips into my crotch. Our eyes locked and the spark was lit a blaze. she brought me in for a fiery kiss that was not chaste at all.

I felt her tongue poke into mine and she very demandingly put my hands on her breasts. Not that I was complaining the perkiness combined with the passion of the kiss was a delightful experience overall would recommend it, but that was not enough for Sakura. She smiled as she broke the kiss but it wasn't a happy smile it was the smile of a predator who found its next meal. she brought me in for another kiss as she began to straddle my lap.

"God this suit you picked is so nice plus the shoes and the jewelry. Amazing touch," she said before diving in for another hungry kiss. feeling bold I had my tongue explore her mouth this time, and I felt her moan. when she broke the kiss. she looked at me with hungry eyes before taking off her dress. She wore sexy lace lingerie that contrasted her pale figure.

“Fuck me like you own me, babe,” Sakura demands and I lose all self-control. I slip out of my clothes and align my cock with her unshaven glistening pussy. She looks at me with two pools of lust she calls eyes. I plunge into her claiming her for myself. She moans as I bottom out inside of her. “Oh fuck,” she moans before I stop thrusting her insides greet and accept me like an old friend. As I thrust in and out of her she moans like crazy,

“Fuck you are gonna drive me crazy with that cock you know?” Sakura said as her gaze was locked on mine I thrust into her pussy again and felt sublime as her nails dug into my back.

“Aw fuck baby! Mommy loves what you're doing!” Sakura moans exuberant. Her encouragement pushes me to go deeper in her. As I do I rest my left hand on her breast and my right on her ass. She grits her teeth before saying, “Ah fuck yes you own me. This is your pussy now.” as she speaks she begins to grind into me. I continue my assault on her body until she can't take more. Sakura cums all over my cock. Yelling and screaming as I continued railing her.

Subsequently, when she relaxed she said, “Well continue this in your room!” her eyes lusted over as she looked out the tinted windows to notice the car

Lunar shift ft Moon Sua @dreamcatchers-husband

I woke up next to Kura who was all smiles.

"Morning handsome," she said Happily. I smile back.

“and what would be my pleasure having the cutest girl in the world in my bed today?” I ask

Kura smiles then says, “Well my boyfriend was tired last night when I got home after a long night of supporting me so I figured I might as well give him something pleasant to wake up to.”

“Oh, this is certainly pleasant,” I respond. Sakura smiles brighter then says,

“Well, you're lucky my boyfriend isn't here. he is the toughest guy I know." I smile as I get up.

"I hope he's okay sharing you and his place. this bed is very comfy." Sakura smiles as we both get up and get ready for the day

she looked at my back and noticed a new tattoo...

"OOh what's that?" she says as she narrows her eyes...

"it is Thoth. The Egyptian god of wisdom."

Sakura tilted her head, "Oh a god but isn't that against your beliefs?"

"it would be if I hadn't met him."

"Oh, really when?"

Before I could answer there was a knock at the door. I looked at Kura confused. She shrugged before saying. "Are you expecting anyone?" I shook my head. she pushed me to the door of my apartment as she was only in her bra and panties. I sighed opening the door barely enough.

To my surprise at the door was Moon Sua. She had a desperate look at her.

"Can I come in?" she asked. I raised an eyebrow and turned to Kura who had put on one of the Kimono's she got me. (the size difference between us made it look like a full robe on her.) She nods and I let Moon Sua in

I gesture to the couch and she sits, but she's nervous and fidgety.

"Would you like something to drink?" I ask and she shakes her head. I nod and then look to Kura for guidance.

"I can't believe I am doing this, but I need your help Daigo."

I looked at her dumbfounded then at Kura, then back to Moon Sua.

"With what?"

"Werewolves." Moon Sua said. I laughed and clapped my hands as I got up.

"well if monsters, magic, or machines are a problem you came to the right person," I replied.

"Do you know the clan, and if they have turned DC yet?"

"How'd you know this was about DC?"

"Because I am not dumb," I responded

"So what's the clan."

"The Whale clan of the northeast." Moon Sua said.

I titled my head in confusion "Wait...Really? I could have sworn they were pacifist. Tell me that story,"

"Okay," Moon Sua said.

Flash Back

Moon Sua's gaze lingered on her man. A lustful smile spread across her lips as she leisurely stroked his rod.

"You know they say a man's pleasure spot is in his ass." Moon Sua hints as she takes a long lick along the shaft of DC. DC moans as her vigilant gaze pierces his and her expert hands massage his manhood. Moon Sua opens her mouth and takes DC inch by inch with a tortuously slow pace. DC moans as Moon Sua fully engulfs his rod.

"Ah, Fuck Luna if you keep that up I'm gonna cum." DC gasps as the pleasure rakes his brain to the point of enfeeblement. Moon Sua watched as his precum oozed lazily out of his cock like an active volcano.

“Do it then,” Moon Sua said with dangerous eyes, and DC had no other choice as the pleasure got to him. Moon Sua noticed that his cock was throbbing and that he was close so she attempted to take him deeper and deeper. He pumped his cum down her throat and Moon Sua greedily swallowed it all. After she was done she licked her lips satisfied.

Back to the present

I exchanged a glance with Kura before turning my attention back to Moon Sua, who was visibly anxious.

“Okay, let’s backtrack a bit. How does… well, your morning routine relate to him getting kidnapped?” I asked gently, trying to steer the conversation back to the issue at hand. Moon Sua blushed, realizing she had started to ramble.

“Right, sorry. I got a little sidetracked. After… well, after that, I went to shower, and when I came back, DC was being dragged out of the house by werewhales.” She quickly pulled out her phone to show me a picture, her hands trembling slightly.

I studied the image, recognizing the distinct markings of the werewhale clan. I sighed, running a hand through my hair.

“Oh, great. Just what I needed today,” I muttered before getting up. I dressed quickly, my mind already racing with possible strategies. With a glance back at Kura, I nodded to her reassuringly, then teleported directly to the wereorca den.

It didn’t take long before I encountered one of them, a large wereorca standing guard. She eyed me warily, but I wasn’t in the mood for a standoff.

“Look, I’m here for a guy, about five-eight, blonde hair, goes by DC. Is he here?” I asked, keeping my tone firm yet neutral. The wereorca’s expression softened as she realized I wasn’t here to cause trouble.

“Oh, are you here for the wedding?” she asked, her tone unexpectedly friendly now that she saw I wasn’t a threat.

“Wedding?” I echoed, caught off guard.

She smiled, gesturing for me to follow her. She led me to a room where DC was sitting, looking rather disgruntled. When he saw me, his shoulders slumped in exasperation.

“Of course, it’s you,” he muttered, rubbing his temples.

I raised my hands in a gesture of peace. “Hey, man, Moon Sua was worried. She asked me to help out, so here I am. But what’s this about a wedding?”

DC sighed heavily, clearly not thrilled to explain. “I’m the heir to the werebat tribe, and I’m supposed to marry the heir to the wereorca tribe.”

“And you’ve been dating Moon Sua this whole time? Scandalous,” I remarked, trying to process the situation.

“Geez, do you ever take anything seriously?” DC snapped, his frustration evident. “Look, this is a mess, but can you just bring Moon Sua here? She’s the only one who can talk some sense into these people.”

I nodded, sensing the gravity of his situation despite his snark. “Alright, hold tight.” With a quick snap of my fingers, Moon Sua appeared beside me, looking surprised but relieved to see DC.

DC sighed in relief as Moon Sua quickly moved to his side, her presence already helping to defuse the tension. I took a step back, watching the two of them, and couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having helped them, even in this strange situation.

As I stepped out, giving Moon Sua and DC some space, I nearly bumped into someone else. Luckily I was able to catch this person before the fell. When I recovered and was no longer running on instinct I was able to register the other person’s face and color me surprised it was Jihyo from Twice. I paused for a moment then helped her back up. She smiled and then said

“Wow, you're um strong. Thanks for not letting me fall and…Oh, hi! How’s it going?” she asked, her tone light and pleasant.

I managed a smile. “Uh, good… It’s good,” I replied, trying to keep my cool.

She glanced back toward the room. “I see you found DC. Did you get everything sorted out?”

“Well, we’re getting there, but that’s not really what’s important right now,” I said, noticing her expression had dimmed slightly. “What about you? Are you okay?”

Jihyo hesitated, shrugging as if to brush off my concern. “It’s nothing, really.”

I wasn’t about to let it go that easily. “Hey, if something’s bothering you, I’m here to help.”

Before she could protest, I snapped my fingers, teleporting us back to my place. Kura looked up from where she was sitting, her eyes widening in surprise but softening as she smiled at Jihyo. Sakura used to my antics brought some tea over to Mrs. Park.

I glanced over at Kura and Jihyo, who were seated comfortably on the couch. “I’m going to grab some food. Anything specific you both want?”

Kura flashed me a playful smile. “Surprise us.”

Jihyo nodded in agreement. “Yeah, we trust your taste.”

“Alright, I’ll be back soon,” I said, grabbing my jacket before heading out the door. As I walked down the street, I couldn’t help but think about how interesting it was to see those two together. I picked up the pace, eager to get back and see what they might be talking about while I was gone.

As the door clicked shut behind me, the room settled into a comfortable silence. Kura glanced over at Jihyo, who was still taking in the cozy surroundings of my apartment.

“So,” Kura began, tucking her legs under herself on the couch, “how did you end up involved in all this supernatural craziness?”

Jihyo chuckled softly, looking slightly embarrassed. “It’s a long story, really. But I guess you could say I kind of stumbled into it. When I was a trainee my friend one of my friends was a wereorca and I kinda was adopted into their clan.”

Kura’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “I never imagined I’d meet someone who could say that with a straight face.”

Jihyo laughed, her tension easing. “Yeah, it’s definitely not something I thought I’d be dealing with. But life is crazy…um what about Daigo… he makes it all seem so normal, you know?”

Kura nodded thoughtfully. “He has that effect. He’s been in my life for a while now, and I still can’t believe half the things we’ve gone through. But he’s always so calm, so collected. It’s like nothing ever rattles him. Well except for pretty girls who are nice to him, they always activate his “hero chip”.”

“Oh, so he did the same thing to you? The stammering and short stutter,” Jihyo added with a knowing smile.

Kura blushed slightly, looking down at her hands. “He can be a little overprotective and easily flustered sometimes, but I guess that’s part of his charm.”

Jihyo leaned in a bit closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “So, what’s the story between you two? You seem really close.”

Kura smiled softly, her eyes warm. “We are. We met in a hotel right before I had to go to a major dinner for writers, and He’s been my rock through so much, always there when I needed him. But it’s more than that. We just… get each other, you know? Like we don’t even have to say anything, and we know what the other is thinking.”

Jihyo nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. “That’s rare. I think it’s beautiful.”

Jihyo paused for a moment then asked, “So what do you think he's thinking now?”

Kura gave a knowing smile, “I have to help Jihyo, and get breakfast for Kura then help Moon Sua and DC. In that order.”

Jihyo laughed, “Why am I over you?”

“Well, he has a massive crush on you, which is partially my fault because I encouraged it,”

Jihyo chuckled as she asked, “Why?”

“Because he always talks so highly of you from a professional perspective that even though his appreciation went more I couldn't take that from him. He is a Once through and through with a massive Jihyo bias.” Kura explained

Jihyo’s heart fluttered as she said “Oh,”

Kura looked up, her expression turning serious for a moment. “And what about you? Is there anyone special in your life?”

Jihyo hesitated, her thoughts drifting for a moment. “I’m not sure,” she finally admitted. “It’s complicated. But being around Daigo and seeing how he is with you… it makes me wonder if maybe I’m missing out on something.”

Kura reached out, gently placing a hand on Jihyo’s arm. “You deserve someone who makes you feel like the most important person in the world, Jihyo. Don’t settle for anything less.”

Jihyo smiled, her heart warmed by Kura’s words. “Thank you, Kura. That means a lot.”

Just then, they heard the door open, and Daigo walked back in, balancing a couple of takeout bags in his arms.

“I hope you’re hungry,” he said with a grin, completely oblivious to the heartfelt conversation that had just taken place.

Kura and Jihyo exchanged a look, a silent understanding passing between them, before turning their attention to the food Daigo had brought.

Variance FT Jihyo Park and Sakura Miyawaki

The soft clink of dishes filled the room as I carefully set the table. The warm, ambient light casts a gentle glow over everything, making the space feel cozy and intimate. I glanced over my shoulder to see Jihyo and Kura sitting on the couch, chatting softly. Their laughter echoed through the room, bringing a smile to my face as I continued with my task.

As I placed the last plate down, Kura’s voice floated across the room. “Jihyo, do you remember that concert you did in Tokyo last year?”

Jihyo’s eyes lit up. “How could I forget? The energy was incredible.”

Kura leaned forward, her eyes glimmering mischievously. “And that dance move you pulled off during ‘Feel Special’? You had everyone’s jaws on the floor, including mine.”

Jihyo chuckled, her gaze flickering to me for a moment before returning to Kura. “I noticed, you know. You weren’t exactly subtle with your admiration.”

Kura blushed slightly, but her smile didn’t waver. “Well, who could resist? You were magnetic.”

I busied myself with arranging the cutlery, but I could feel their eyes wander over to me—a shared look passing between them that I couldn’t quite place.

Jihyo’s voice softened as she turned to me. “What about you, Daigo? You went to the LA one right? Did you enjoy the show?”

I looked up, meeting her gaze. There was something playful in the way she looked at me, a challenge in her smile. “Of course,” I replied, returning her smile. “All of Twice was incredible. The way you moved on stage… I don’t think there was a person in the audience who wasn’t captivated.”

Kura stretched her arms above her head in a way that drew my attention. “Captivated, huh? I wonder if you were paying more attention to the performance… or to the performers?”

I felt a heat rise to my cheeks but tried to play it cool as I folded the napkins. “Maybe a little of both,” I admitted, earning a laugh from both women.

Jihyo nudged Kura playfully with her elbow. “Looks like we’ve got his attention, Kura. Think we can keep it?”

Kura’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Oh, I think we can manage that. Right, Daigo?”

I glanced between them, their playful banter bringing a warmth to the room that I hadn’t expected. “You two don’t need to do anything special to keep my attention. You already have it,” I said, my voice genuine.

Jihyo stood up and walked over to the table, her movements graceful and deliberate. She reached out, taking one of the plates from me with a smile that sent a flutter through my chest. “You always say the sweetest things,” she murmured, her fingers brushing mine as she took the plate.

Kura joined us at the table, her eyes meeting Jihyo’s with a soft smile. “He does, doesn’t he? It’s one of the reasons I keep him around.”

Jihyo glanced at me, her expression thoughtful. “You’re lucky, Kura. He’s a good one.”

Kura looked at me with a warmth that made my heart swell. “I know. But maybe we’re both lucky.”

The three of us stood there, the space between us filled with unspoken words and shared understanding. It was as if, in that moment, we were all connected by something deeper, something that went beyond words.

As I finished setting the table, a sense of contentment washed over me. Whatever this was between us, it felt right. It felt like home.

As we settled around the table, a slight tension lingered in the air—a nervous energy that buzzed between us. I served the dishes, my hands were just a bit more careful than usual, conscious of every movement.

Kura was the first to take a bite, her expression brightening as she tasted the food. “Daigo, this is really good,” she said, her tone light but genuine. “You’ve got some serious skills.”

I smiled, trying to downplay the compliment. “Just wanted to make sure you two were comfortable. It’s nothing special.”

Jihyo took a bite as well, nodding in agreement. “I’d say it’s pretty special. You’ve really outdone yourself.”

A moment of silence followed as we all focused on our plates, the clinking of silverware the only sound in the room. I could feel the weight of unspoken words, questions none of us were quite ready to ask.

“So, Jihyo,” Kura began, her voice slightly more hesitant than usual, “what’s it like leading Twice? I imagine it’s a lot to handle.”

Jihyo smiled, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “It’s… intense, but rewarding. I love my members, and I try my best to support them. But yeah, it can be overwhelming at times.”

Kura nodded, her gaze softening. “I bet. But from what I’ve seen, you’re doing an amazing job.”

Jihyo’s eyes flickered to mine, then back to Kura’s. “Thank you. That means a lot, especially coming from someone like you.”

I watched the interaction, noting the way their eyes met and how their hands lingered just a little too close when Kura reached for the salt. There was something there—something more than just casual friendliness—but none of us seemed ready to address it. It made me feel a dip in my heart, almost like I was watching myself be replaced.

“Daigo,” Jihyo’s voice broke through my thoughts, “what about you? What’s been on your mind lately?”

I blinked, caught off guard by the question. “Oh, uh, just the usual, I guess. Thinking about taking a break soon. Maybe a trip somewhere quiet.”

Kura tilted her head, curiosity in her gaze. “Where were you thinking of going?”

“I’m not sure,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant. “Somewhere peaceful. Maybe the mountains, or a beach.”

Jihyo’s eyes lit up, her tone casual but with a hint of something more. “That sounds nice. Maybe… maybe we could join you?”

My heart skipped a beat at the suggestion, and I noticed Kura’s eyes widen just a bit like she hadn’t expected Jihyo to voice what she might have been thinking herself. It was an odd expression that made my heart and stomach twist in confused knots.

“Yeah,” Kura added, her voice a little too eager, “that could be fun. Just the three of us, getting away from everything.”

The idea hung in the air, heavy with implications. I looked between the two of them, trying to gauge their reactions. Jihyo was looking down at her plate, a faint blush on her cheeks, while Kura was biting her lip, waiting for someone to break the silence. There was an air of affection between us, but I was unsure how to address or diffuse it.

“I… I’d like that,” I finally said, my voice sounding more uncertain than I intended.

Jihyo glanced up, her eyes meeting mine with a softness that made my breath catch. “Me too,” she murmured.

Kura nodded, her smile more shy than usual. “It would be nice. Just to get away for a bit.”

We fell into another stretch of silence, but this time it wasn’t uncomfortable. It felt like we were all thinking the same thing but weren’t quite ready to say it out loud. The unspoken attraction, the curiosity about what might happen if we took that next step—it was all there, simmering just below the surface.

As we continued eating, the conversation remained light, but the tension never really went away. Every now and then, I’d catch one of them glancing at me or each other, their eyes holding something unspoken. I knew they could feel it too—that strange mix of excitement and uncertainty that comes with realizing you might be falling for someone, or in this case, two someone.

When we finally finished the meal and moved to the couch, I felt a bit of relief that the focus shifted from the awkward tension to something more familiar—just the three of us, sharing a quiet moment. But even then, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was shifting between us, something we’d have to face sooner or later.

As I watched them laugh together, their shoulders brushing more often than necessary, I realized I didn’t mind the idea of that shift. I was starting to look forward to it. We all ended up on the couch watching Alien 3 at Sakura’s insistence (despite her scaredy-cat tendencies).

The movie, at least to me, was quite funny. It was a back-to-basics Alien film that suffered from typical problems: character bloat, protagonist nerfing intelligence, and that abomination in the third act reminded me of the orphan Kos. This led me to laugh throughout major tension points, making it harder for the girls to get scared. Both nestled closer to me and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sakura and Jihyo holding hands. I decided to let them have their moment for now.

At some point after the movie, we sat in silence, nestled close to each other. The heat mingling between us made being under them a bit too warm for me, so I had to excuse myself.

When I returned, both ladies had fallen asleep. I smiled watching them entwined in their little hug before getting them a blanket to share—ironically, my "Ready to be Blanket."

I tucked both young ladies in on the couch and went to my room, where I attempted to get some sleep. This mountain trip couldn't come soon enough.

Weeks passed, and these feelings only grew between us. The mountain trip eventually turned into a Jeju trip, and on the day we were leaving and packing, it all hit me at once: I loved Jihyo and Sakura. I tried to process what that meant or how that worked but was interrupted by Jihyo saying, “Come on, slowpoke—we have a plane to catch.” I nodded and finished packing to follow them.

We arrived at the cabin four hours later, and it took another half hour to finish unpacking. The sun had begun its slow descent toward the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink as I placed the last of our bags down. The beach house was quaint, with a cozy, rustic charm that perfectly complemented the breathtaking view of the ocean stretching out before us. The sound of waves crashing against the shore provided a soothing backdrop to our activities.

Sakura’s POV

I glanced up from the counter, my eyes drifting to Jihyo, who stood on the deck, her silhouette bathed in the warm light of the setting sun. It was a sight that made my heart ache with a sweet, aching feeling. I’d been spending a lot of time thinking about how everything had shifted since we arrived here. A new kind of closeness was forming between us, something both exhilarating and terrifying.

As I reached for a jar of jam, I caught myself smiling. This place, this moment, seemed to heighten everything I felt for Daigo and Jihyo. I knew I was falling for them, but I was still grappling with how to navigate these feelings. Did they feel the same way? Did Daigo’s heart race like mine did when he looked at us?

Jihyo’s POV

I leaned on the deck railing, my thoughts drifting as the sun dipped lower in the sky. The view was mesmerizing, but it was the company that made everything so special. I could feel a new intensity between us, a connection that seemed to deepen with every shared glance and every touch.

I stole a glance back into the house, where Sakura and Daigo were finishing up. The way Daigo looked at Sakura, with that tender, almost protective gaze, made my heart flutter. And when he looked at me, it was with a warmth that made me question my feelings. Could it be possible to want both of them, to be this close to them and not feel like it was too much?

Narrator’s POV

I finished tidying up and made my way outside, joining Jihyo on the deck. As I approached, I couldn’t help but notice how the setting sun highlighted her features, making her look even more captivating.

“Hey,” I said, trying to sound casual as I leaned against the railing beside her. “It’s beautiful out here.”

Jihyo turned to me, her eyes reflecting the sunset. “It is. I’m glad we came here. It feels… peaceful.”

I nodded, my heart skipping a beat as I felt the closeness between us. “Yeah, it’s exactly what we needed.”

The silence between us was comfortable but charged. I could sense the same tension that had been building since we arrived—an unspoken acknowledgment of the feelings we all harbored but hadn’t yet voiced.

We arrive at that cabin 4 hours later and it takes another half hour to finish unpacking. The sun had begun its slow descent toward the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink as I finished unpacking the last of our bags. The beach house was quaint, with a cozy, rustic charm that seemed to perfectly complement the breathtaking view of the ocean stretching out before us. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore provided a soothing backdrop to our activities.

Sakura was in the kitchen, humming softly as she organized our groceries. Her light laughter carried through the open space whenever she accidentally bumped into something or dropped a utensil. I could see Jihyo out on the deck, taking in the sunset with a wistful look on her face.

Sakura’s POV

I glanced up from the counter, my eyes drifting to Jihyo, who was standing on the deck, her silhouette bathed in the warm light of the setting sun. It was a sight that made my heart ache with a sweet, aching feeling. I’d been spending a lot of time thinking about how everything had shifted since we arrived here. There was a new kind of closeness forming between us, something that was both exhilarating and terrifying.

As I reached for a jar of jam, I caught myself smiling. This place, this moment, seemed to heighten everything I felt for Daigo and Jihyo. I knew I was falling for them, but I was still grappling with how to navigate these feelings. Did they feel the same way? Did Daigo’s heart race like mine did when he looked at us?

Jihyo’s POV

I leaned on the deck railing, my thoughts drifting as the sun dipped lower in the sky. The view was mesmerizing, but it was the company that made everything so special. I could feel a new intensity between us, a connection that seemed to deepen with every shared glance and every touch.

I stole a glance back into the house, where Sakura and Daigo were finishing up. The way Daigo looked at Sakura, with that tender, almost protective gaze, made my heart flutter. And when he looked at me, it was with a warmth that made me question my feelings. Could it be possible to want both of them, to be this close to them and not feel like it was too much?

Narrator’s POV

I finished tidying up and made my way outside, joining Jihyo on the deck. As I approached, I couldn’t help but notice the way the setting sun highlighted her features, making her look even more captivating.

“Hey,” I said, trying to sound casual as I leaned against the railing beside her. “It’s beautiful out here.”

Jihyo turned to me, her eyes reflecting the sunset. “It is. I’m glad we came here. It feels… peaceful.”

I nodded, my heart skipping a beat as I felt the closeness between us. “Yeah, it’s exactly what we needed.”

The silence between us was comfortable, but it was also charged. I could sense the same tension that had been building since we arrived, an unspoken acknowledgment of the feelings we all had but hadn’t yet put into words.

Sakura’s pov

I watched them from the kitchen window, feeling a pang of longing. Seeing Daigo and Jihyo together like this, the way they shared that quiet, intense moment, made my heart ache with a bittersweet desire. I was caught between wanting to bridge the gap and fearing that any move I made might disrupt the fragile balance we were all trying to maintain.

I took a deep breath and decided to join them. I stepped out onto the deck, the cool evening breeze ruffling my hair. “Isn’t it getting a bit chilly out here?” I asked, trying to break the tension. “I thought we could start a fire and roast some marshmallows.”

Daigo looked up, his eyes meeting mine with a soft smile. “That sounds like a great idea. I’ll get the fire started.”

Jihyo’s gaze lingered on Daigo for a moment before she turned to me, her eyes shining with an emotion that made my heart race. “I’ll help you with that,” she said, her voice gentle but filled with an undercurrent of something deeper.

As we set up the fire pit, the conversation flowed naturally, but the unspoken feelings between us hung heavy in the air. Every touch, every glance, seemed charged with meaning. We laughed, we talked, and we enjoyed the simple pleasure of being together, but the underlying tension was never far from the surface.

Narrator’s POV

As the fire crackled and the warmth spread through the cool evening air, I watched Sakura and Jihyo interact. The way they looked at each other, the gentle touches, and the shared laughter, it was clear that our feelings were intensifying. I wanted to be honest with them, but the fear of complicating things or hurting anyone held me back.

In the back of my mind, I knew that we were on the verge of something significant, something that could either bring us closer together or drive us apart. I just hoped that, whatever happened, we’d all come out of this with our hearts intact.

For now, we were here, enjoying each other’s company and the beautiful night. And while I wasn’t ready to confront my feelings fully, I was grateful for this moment, this night of shared warmth and closeness. After dinner Jihyo and Kura were sitting at the table, As I stood in the kitchen, pouring drinks, my mind kept drifting back to Kura and Jihyo. There was a warmth between them that I couldn’t ignore, a connection that had started to form almost without any of us realizing it. It was comforting, but at the same time, it terrified me.

I’ve always tried to keep things simple, especially when it comes to relationships. But this… this wasn’t simple. Not at all.

I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the uncertainty creeping in. Sakura and I had something special. She’d been by my side through so much, and I never wanted to do anything that might hurt her. But then there was Jihyo—bright, kind-hearted Jihyo, who seemed to fit so effortlessly into our lives. Every time I saw her, my heart did this little flip, and I wasn’t sure what to make of it.

Could I feel this way about both of them? Was it fair to either of them?

As I walked back toward the living room, I paused just outside the door. Their voices carried through the slight crack, and I couldn’t help but listen.

Jihyo shifted on the couch, turning slightly to face Kura. “You know,” she began, her voice soft and thoughtful, “I’ve never really done anything like this before.”

“Like what?” Kura asked, her curiosity piqued.

“Like… spending time with someone who feels so—" Jihyo hesitated, searching for the right word, "right. And not just one person, but two.” She bit her lip, glancing down at her hands. “It’s confusing, but in a good way, I think.”

Kura smiled, her eyes warm as she reached out to gently touch Jihyo’s arm. “I know what you mean. It’s like everything just clicks, doesn’t it? With Daigo, and with you… It feels like there’s something here worth exploring, even if it’s a little scary.”

Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. I hadn’t realized how much this was weighing on them too. Kura was always so composed, so sure of herself. And yet, even she sounded hesitant like she was stepping into uncharted territory.

Could this work? Could I be with both of them and not end up hurting everyone involved? The thought of hurting Kura made my chest tighten. And Jihyo… what if I ended up causing her more pain than anything else?

I’d never been this unsure before. I’d faced monsters and dealt with magical disasters, but this… this was something else entirely. My feelings for both of them were real, but how could I possibly reconcile them without ruining everything?

Jihyo looked up, her gaze locking with Kura’s. “I think about him, and I think about you, and it’s like… I don’t have to choose, you know? It doesn’t feel wrong, it just feels… different.”

Kura nodded, her thumb gently stroking Jihyo’s arm. “It is different, but maybe that’s not a bad thing. Maybe it’s something special.”

Their words sent a shiver down my spine. This wasn’t just about me—this was about all of us. And yet, the idea of them both feeling the same way I did, of them wanting this to work as much as I did… it was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.

But there was still that nagging doubt. I’d always wanted to be the kind of person who could protect those I cared about, who could be there for them no matter what. But what if this time, I was the one who needed protecting? What if I wasn’t strong enough to keep things from falling apart?

I took a deep breath, pushed the door open, and stepped back into the room.

Kura’s hand slipped from Jihyo’s arm to her hand, their fingers mingled as I meandered in with their drinks.

“One chocolate milkshake for you (I hand it to Jihyo) one vanilla shake for you (I hand it to Sakura) and one Oreo shake for me,” I say as I dole out drinks and scoot in between them. Jihyo takes her first sip and coos.

“Oh, Daigo how did you accomplish this? It's so good.” Sakura nods as she takes her first sip. I smile as I reply

“Well love a magician never reveals his secrets. As soon as I said that the atmosphere changed. The tension between all of us became taught.

“Oh I'm love now,” Jihyo teased seductively as she put her hands on my thigh. I turn to Sakura who's super into this. “I thought love was reserved for girlfriends according to you Mr…what is your last name again?” I swallowed hard as I felt Kura nude me towards Jihyo. My heart races as our faces get closer. My gaze lingers on Jihyo's lips and I can't help it. I kiss Jihyo. Jihyo moans into the kiss

“Hey, are you done?” Kura asks flirty my mind breaks, and I run Out of the house.

I kinda black out from the adrenaline and come to the next day.

The first light of dawn broke over the horizon, casting a soft, golden glow across the beach. I woke early, unable to shake the restlessness from the previous night. The tension between Jihyo, Sakura, and me had only grown more palpable, and I needed to clear my head.

As I stood up, the cool morning air greeted me, refreshing and invigorating. I walked down the sand toward the edge of the water, where the waves gently lapped against the shore. It was a serene scene, but I found little solace in it—until a familiar presence made itself known.

Thoth appeared beside me, his form taking shape out of the morning mist. The Egyptian god of wisdom, now in his human guise, looked at me with a mixture of curiosity and concern.

“Good morning, Daigo,” Thoth said, his voice a soothing blend of authority and calm.

I turned to him with a half-hearted smile. “Morning, Thoth. I didn’t expect to see you so early.”

Thoth inclined his head slightly. “I thought it would be beneficial for us to have a quiet conversation before the others wake up. There are things on your mind, are there not?”

I sighed, my gaze returning to the horizon. “Yeah, there are. Things have been… complicated lately. I’m trying to figure out my feelings for these two girls I'm in love with: Jihyo and Sakura. It’s just—” I paused, struggling to find the right words.

Thoth’s expression remained attentive and calm. “Complicated, indeed. It seems that your heart is caught in a delicate balance. Care to share more?”

I began walking along the water’s edge, Thoth matching my pace. The sand was still cool beneath my feet, and the rhythmic sound of the waves provided a gentle backdrop to our conversation.

“I care deeply for both Sakura and Jihyo,” I said, my voice heavy with emotion. “But I’m worried that my feelings might be unfair to either of them. I want to be honest and loyal, but I’m afraid of causing harm. And then there’s the fear of them finding out that I’m struggling with my feelings.”

Thoth listened intently, his gaze fixed ahead. “It is commendable that you consider their well-being so thoroughly. However, it is also important to acknowledge your feelings. You cannot truly honor your relationships if you are not honest with yourself and with them.”

I nodded, taking in his words. “I know. It’s just hard to find the right balance. I don’t want to make any mistakes that could hurt them.”

Thoth’s gaze softened a rare display of empathy for a deity known for his wisdom. “Understand that being honest and true to your feelings is not a mistake. It is the path to clarity and genuine connection. If you navigate this journey with integrity, you will find a resolution that honors both your heart and theirs, but you haven't answered my question how do you feel about them?”

I shrugged and said, “I love them.”

Thoth nodded and asked, “Well why do you love them?”

“Well, it's complicated. My feelings are intense but they don't overlap,”

Thoth tilted his head and then said, “Tell me more.”

I thought for a moment then began to pour my guts out.

“I love them because Sakura makes me feel like I'm a normal person and Jihyo makes me feel normal.”

Thoth turned to me and said, “Explain”

“Both girls are these ambitious talented hard workers who have been in the idol industry forever. They may have wavered but remain strong and unbroken despite the years of sadness, sometimes abuse of hope, and standing strong despite it all.

Jihyo is the leader of the most powerful girl group in the world that has been on top for ten years. Yet she is still kind and ambitious in trying to prove herself despite the accolades and success. Sakura has been an idol since she was a kid and has consistently shown she is a force in and of herself not to be trampled with nor trifles, and what am I? Some loser mage from a wasteland. Sure I'm a powerful mage and a decent writer but I'm not nearly as great as them.” I reply. Thoth smiles and asks

“Why do you think that?”

“Because fundamentally I am not a good person. What drives me is an unrelenting yearning to be the best and for there to be no one else close. Why do you think I am always watching and researching other writers and mages I don't want to fall behind.

I had to carve a lane for myself and build it from nothing somehow I made it (surprisingly) but it was not from a place of altruism or kindness it was because I wanted it more than my peers. Same with Sakura and Jihyo. I am 100% sure in my delusion that I want them more than others and I took my chances and made my calculated moves to “get them”

Please note while I am a fundamentally despicable human being I believe that you should respect the autonomy of others, and that is where my hesitancy comes from. I want what I want and I'll do whatever it takes to get it, and my biggest fear is hurting those close to me in that pursuit. That's what makes me the best and the worst at what I do. There is nothing I'm not willing to do for what I want. Now getting back to the original point. Sakura is so self-assured and calm in herself that I don't feel like a monster around her like I don't feel like this Machiavellian villain, and with Jihyo she makes me feel like I am okay the way I am. She's encouraging and understanding and has the same fire I do. So if you're expecting me to choose I can't because I want them both.” I yelled. I didn't have a reason to yell but something about this conversation riled me up and once I was up I yelled. Thoth smiled knowingly and said well If that's the case some ladies are waiting for you. Let's head back to them,” he said

We continued walking, the silence between us now more contemplative. I watched as the sun slowly climbed higher, its light warming the sand and the waves. The peaceful morning seemed to amplify the gravity of our conversation, but it also provided a sense of calm.

“I appreciate your guidance,” I said after a moment. “It helps to have a clearer perspective.”

Thoth nodded, his form shimmering slightly in the light. “Remember, Daigo, the journey of the heart is rarely straightforward. It is a path of growth and learning. Trust in your judgment, and be vulnerable with those you care about.”

I turned to him, a small smile tugging at my lips. “Thanks, Thoth. I’ll keep that in mind.”

As we approached the end of the beach, Thoth’s form began to fade, his presence receding like the morning mist. “I shall leave you to your thoughts. May the clarity you seek find its way to you.”

With that, Thoth disappeared, leaving me alone once more. The morning felt a little lighter, and the path ahead seemed clearer. As I walked back toward the beach house, I felt a renewed sense of determination to face the complexities of my feelings with honesty and courage.

I arrive a little later to see my—wait, did I just think “my”?—girls sitting on the couch. Their faces are a mix of worry and determination. As I open the door, they both look up, and I’m met with two very different expressions. Jihyo’s face lights up with the brightest smile, while Sakura’s is stern, frustration etched in her eyes.

“There you are,” Jihyo exclaims, practically leaping from the couch as she runs toward me. Her smile is like sunshine breaking through the clouds. But then I catch Sakura’s expression again, and it’s like a storm is brewing just behind her eyes.

“Where have you been?” Sakura asks, her tone sharp with annoyance. I shrug, unsure how to respond. The truth is, I’ve been running—not just physically, but emotionally. And I know Kura can see right through me.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” she snaps, her frustration boiling over. “You ran away after kissing Jihyo—why?”

I open my mouth to answer, but the words catch in my throat. What can I even say? That I’m scared? That I don’t think I’m good enough for them? That the kiss with Jihyo left me reeling, not just because of what it meant for us, but because of the weight of what I felt.

I try to piece together a response, but my thoughts are jumbled, each one more uncertain than the last. My hesitation only seems to make Sakura more frustrated. “You know what? We are not doing this anymore,” she says, her voice firm. “Jihyo likes you and me. I like you and Jihyo. And you like Jihyo and I. So here’s what we’re going to do—we’re going to stop this weird dancing around our feelings, and we’re just going to be together.”

Her words hang in the air, heavy with certainty. I look at her, then at Jihyo, who’s blushing shyly but nodding in agreement. My heart is pounding, and the room suddenly feels too small, too warm. I want to say something, to tell them how much this means to me, but all I can manage is a deep, shaky breath.

“Are you sure about this, Kura?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. My question is more than just about our relationship—it’s about whether I’m worthy of it, whether I can be what they both need.

Sakura rolls her eyes, but there’s a softness to her gaze now, a gentleness that tells me she understands. “Yes, I’ve never been more sure of anything else,” she says. But before she moves closer, she hesitates, her tough exterior faltering for just a moment. “Daigo… we’re sure. We know what we want. But do you?”

I look at them, really look at them. Jihyo, with her radiant smile that always seems to melt my worries away, and Sakura, with her fierce determination, challenges me in ways I never thought possible. The room feels warmer, the golden light from the setting sun casting a soft glow over everything, making this moment feel almost surreal. Yet I still hesitate. Sakura looks at me seeing the worries in my eyes and reassures me,

"Daigo it will be fine. We will be here with you." as Sakura speaks she grabs my hand tighter something Jihyo mirrors as they pull me closer. Do I deserve this? Can I really make them happy? These thoughts swirl in my mind, but then I see the way they’re looking at me—with hope, with trust. And suddenly, it’s not about whether I’m worthy. It’s about whether I’m brave enough to take this leap with them.

I nod, a small, tentative smile forming on my lips. “I want this too,” I finally say, my voice stronger now. “I want you both… more than anything.”

A wave of relief washes over Jihyo’s face, and she steps closer, her hand reaching for mine. I take it, our fingers intertwining, and in that simple touch, I feel a sense of belonging that I haven’t felt in a long time.

Sakura steps forward too, her tough exterior melting away as she places her hand on top of ours. “Then let’s kiss, makeup, and maybe do a little more,” she says, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.

For a moment, we just stand there, the three of us connected by our hands, the air thick with anticipation. And then, as if drawn by an invisible force, we all lean in at the same time. The kiss is gentle at first, a soft, tentative meeting of lips that deepens as the last of our doubts melt away. The world outside fades, and all that’s left is the three of us, together in this moment.

The kiss ends, but we don’t pull away entirely. Instead, we stand there, our foreheads resting against each other’s, our breaths mingling in the small space between us. “This is just the beginning,” Sakura murmurs, her voice filled with a quiet determination. “We’ll figure it out together.”

Jihyo nods, her hand tightening around mine. “Together,” she echoes, her voice soft but sure.

And as I stand there, surrounded by the warmth of their presence, I finally allow myself to believe that maybe, just maybe, I’m worthy of this love we’ve found. We enter into another messier sloppier three-way kiss that is raw, emotional, and intense. I am unsure who or where to send my affection except just out. Sakura on the other hand is much better at maneuvering this tangle of mouth and limbs her lithe body carefully weaves in between Jihyo and my hair as she devours us barely leaving us any time for breath. when this kiss breaks we pant and are left…excited. Sakura licks her lips and says, "Now my two shy extroverts. We are going to take this to the bedroom." she says as she leads us in a lust-filled trance to the bedroom. As we walk clothing is abandoned and we are all left bare by the time we reach the bed. The room began to reek of arousal. I looked at both my girls and couldn't decide which to taste first. Then Sakura groaned “fuck Daigo, fuck Jihyo first fucking claim Jihyo. Mold her pussy to your cock like you did mine,”

I approach Jihyo and her eyes flutter. she stares into mine.

"be gentle," she says, before I plunge into her, and holy fuck she is tight. we both moan as I can barely get the tip in, "Ah fuck why are you so big?" Jihyo moans.

I chuckle and send back, "Fuck why are you so tight?" Sakura laughs as she watches with hungry eyes from the corner. As I inch closer Jihyo's moans grow more intense and it feels like she is growing tighter.

"Fuck Ji, are you getting tighter." Jihyo at this point is lost in the pleasure of the moment yelling for me to keep going but fuck it's hard. she resists me at every inch with an indescribable tightness that blends pleasure and pain in my mind. I want to pound her pussy but fuck.

I inch a little deeper and at this point, the needy sub screams as she grabs my ass and forces me inside of her. She screams as I bottom out and I moan from her tight squeeze. Sakura laughs in the bathroom as she plays with herself leisurely.

Jihyo turns to Sakura, "Fuck is this what it was like when he fucked you for the first time?" Sakura shakes her head, and Jihyo rolls her eyes before turning back to me.

"So what are you gonna do now?" she invites. I lift Jihyo, "Oh," she says as I grab her waist and let gravity do the work. she moans and groans as I ravage her. She grips tightly onto my shoulders as she says, "Oh fuck" repeatedly.

Her pussy begins to leak and throb around my cock as we continue I feel our heartbeats synch for a moment, and I know she's mine. She opens her eyes and says, "Cum in me please baby." I smile as I keep thrusting.

I decide to do something I don't normally do I use my powers to make the sensation more intense for her. I fill my hands with energy that I then pour into all of her erogenous spots, and Jihyo goes crazy.

"Oh fuck Daigo if you keep doing that I am gonna," she yells before I feel her release. She moans one last time before cumming all over my cock. when she stops breathing heavily her eyes lock with mine and she says.

"You're mine." then she turns to Sakura who has a funny smile and says, "You both are."

Sakura gets up and then strokes my cock before saying, "Come on Ji take his first load." Jihyo's eyes narrow as lust takes us all into a trance.

Jihyo straddles me and takes me in with a bit more ease this time. she moans as she starts riding me seriously. I match her pace as both girls reportedly chant "Cum". the encouragement plus the tightness of Jihyo make sure I am not long for this world as I just explode into my girlfriend. Sakura and Jihyo smile as Jihyo gets off me before going to kiss Sakura. the two women begin to grope and squeeze each other intensely as their bodies get a feel for each other. the two stare into each other's eyes passionately before dipping their fingers into each other. I watch with contentment and compersion also while quickly becoming hard again. my two girlfriends keep kissing before aligning their pussies and rubbing them together.

the two wordlessly grind into each other as they go back to kissing each other Sakura moans as Jihyo's eagerness overtakes her and she begins to really up the pace. in their syncopating rhythms I watch as their bodies bounce and pull into each other, as they near their climaxes I hear Sakura says, "Fuck I love you both." I look at her and Jihyo before realizing this is the first time she has said that. I sit in that revelation for a bit as Sakura moans as she cums on Jihyo. After the two of them exhaust themselves they crawl over to me and say, "Was that so bad?" I shake my head as both women nuzzle in close.

After the initial rush of emotions and the shared kiss, the three of us find ourselves sitting on the couch. The atmosphere is lighter, but there’s still a sense of seriousness lingering in the air. We know that while our feelings are clear, the reality of navigating a relationship like this requires more than just passion—it requires understanding, communication, and trust.

Jihyo is the first to speak, her voice calm and thoughtful. “So… now that we’ve agreed to be together, I think it’s important that we talk about how we’re going to make this work. I mean, this is new for all of us, right?”

I nod, appreciating her directness. “Yeah, I think we should. We’ve got to make sure we’re all comfortable and on the same page.”

Sakura, who has been leaning back against the couch, sits up a little straighter. “Definitely. I know we’re all excited about this, but I don’t want anyone to feel left out or uncomfortable. We need to set some boundaries and talk about what we expect from each other.”

Jihyo turns to look at me, her eyes soft but serious. “For me, the most important thing is communication. I don’t ever want us to feel like we can’t talk to each other about how we’re feeling, even if it’s something difficult. We’ve got to be open, even when it’s hard.”

I take a deep breath, considering her words. “I agree. I want us to be honest with each other, even if that means having tough conversations. If something’s bothering any of us, we should feel safe bringing it up.”

Sakura nods. “Absolutely. Along with that, I think we should talk about physical boundaries too. Like, how do we want to handle intimacy? Are there any things we should be mindful of, like who’s comfortable with what?”

Jihyo blushes a little, but she doesn’t shy away from the topic. “I think it’s important that we’re all on the same page with that. Maybe we should start slow, and make sure we’re all comfortable before taking any big steps. And we should always check in with each other, make sure we’re okay with whatever’s happening.”

I glance between them, feeling a sense of responsibility settle over me. “I think that’s a good idea. We should be respectful of each other’s comfort zones. And if any of us ever feels like something is moving too fast, we should speak up.”

Sakura looks thoughtful for a moment before adding, “And what about time? How are we going to make sure we’re spending enough time together, both as a trio and individually?”

Jihyo nods in agreement. “Yeah, that’s important too. We should make sure we’re balancing our time so that no one feels neglected. Maybe we can set aside specific times for us to all hang out together, and also make sure we have one-on-one time with each other.”

I appreciate how considerate they’re being about this. “That sounds good. I don’t want anyone to feel like they’re getting less attention or that they’re not important. We’re all in this together, and we should treat it that way.”

Sakura smiles, her expression softening. “I’m glad we’re talking about this. I want this to work, and I think we can do it as long as we’re honest and respectful with each other.”

Jihyo reaches out, taking both of our hands in hers. “Me too. I know this won’t always be easy, but I believe in us. We just need to keep communicating and being there for each other.”

I squeeze their hands, feeling a deep sense of connection with both of them. “We’re going to make this work,” I say, my voice filled with determination. “No matter what challenges come our way, we’ll face them together.”

Sakura leans in, pressing a soft kiss to Jihyo’s cheek before turning to do the same to me. “Together,” she echoes, her voice filled with conviction.

Jihyo smiles, her eyes shining with emotion. “Together,” she agrees, her voice a whisper but filled with certainty.

Obsession ft Karina @entername322

After finishing the household chores, I arrived at the Arcade as usual with 25 dollars and a hand. I approach the teller: a young man by the name of Dexter but everyone calls him DC.

"Hey, Daigo. You hear for tokens?" He asks and I nod. I slide him the 25 dollars and he hands me the tokens.

I go to the back of the arcade where the "Under Night 2" arcade cabinet is. I sat on the stool and began playing. about 10 minutes into my session I took a break when I heard one of the other usuals talking about some pretty harrowing stuff.

"Yeah, dude I'll be fine." He says

"Well no I am not angry that Karina has been popping up everywhere. She's hot and crazy so it works out." I hear him say.

"Who cares if she threatened me with a knife she told me that I was hers."He adds

"Anyways I gotta go the quiet black dude in the arcade is staring at me and I don't like it," he says, as he approaches me.

he walks up next to me and says, "We gonna have a problem?"

I narrow my eyes and respond, "No kid, However a piece of advice?" as I speak I go back to the game, and gesture for him to sit down.

The young man's eyes narrow back, before he sits down. I smile as I continue to play.

"I have seen you here for eight weeks and you have never said a word. Why would you now?" he asked confused

I shrug and respond, "Well I think despite your rough exterior you're a good dude. A good dude who likes crazy women which is fine." I respond as I crack my knuckles. and get ready for the second round.

"Look do you like really crazy girl? Or is she just hot and crazy which is exciting?" I ask

"Um why can't it be both?" the young man asks

"Well excitement is just novelty and novelty wears off, but her feelings towards it won't so I am going to restate my question. Do you like her or are you just excited by her? Take a breath and think about your answer just not the first thing your lizard brain says, unless that lizard brain is telling you to be with her for the rest of your life."

The young man took my advice took a breath and thought for a moment he exhaled then responded, "I like her a lot. it's just that I am kinda scared of her, and I don't know how to approach her about my safety so I just let her do whatever crazy stuff she wants because I'd rather be her obsession than be alone." I nod then say,

"Okay That was a lot to take in but ultimately just talk to her. Establish healthy boundaries in terms of space between you two, and tell her how you feel.” the young man responds and asks,

“What if she doesn't like me afterward being so vulnerable with her?” I shrug but then take a minute to think,

“Based on what you said I don't see that occurring but if it does happen I think you'll be fine honestly and truly” I respond to the young man’s worries and he smiles and then gets up. He takes out his phone and says,

“Imma call her right now.” a few seconds later we hear a ringtone in two arcade lanes the young man and I look at each other and then walk over where a young woman with short black hair looks at us guilty. She smiles and then says,

“Hi, Ethan.” “Ethan” turns to me and we share a laugh before he walks with her.

I head back to my spot and begin to play a few more rounds. After a few more rounds I take a well-needed break

The next day I am at the arcade DC’s girlfriend and coworker Moon Sua is at the Register. I hand her my 25 dollars and she smiles at me. I smile back and give her a thumbs-up. I went to my usual spot waiting for me was none other than Karina. She held a bright smile that seemed friendly.

"I am unsure about you but I must thank you for having Ethan talking to me. our chat was…positive."

"Oh, that's great what happened?"

"Well… Yesterday while I was walking home

Ethan and Karina walk to her dorm and she stares at him harshly. “Who was that you were talking to?” She interrogates.

“He’s just some guy at the Arcade I frequent. He’s harmless so much so today is the first time I heard him speak,” Ethan says tired and annoyed. This only agitates Karina even more.

“I don’t know why you’re upset. You’re not the one who has to be worried sick.” Karina says pouting. Deciding that her pout was too cute you begin to tease Karina,

“You know he was telling me how crazy you are and that I should dump you.” Back to the present

"I will have you know I said no such thing," I say defensively

"Oh I know and if you did" Karina starts before pulling out her fist. I laugh which makes her scowl

"I can take you." she asserts.

I shake my head.

"Do you think it's because I am a woman?" She says ardently

I shake my head, "No I think it's legit that you can't take me. I exist on a different axis of reality than you do."

Karina sized me up and then said, "Oh really, and how do you figure that?"

"I assume you have never fought a Dragon with a Cane Machette," I responded and Karina blinked multiple times. "I thought so now back to your story." Back to yesterday

"I doubt that. I have been following you for weeks and I have seen him at that arcade he barely says anything." Karina states as Ethan smiles then he says.

"you caught me…So what do we do now?"

In response, Karina asks, "Well I have one question. Are you mine or are you am I gonna have to kill you." Ethan laughs and says, "I'll be yours, on one condition."

Karina's eyes widened "Yes anything!" she said as she almost tripped over herself in her excitement.

"You chill with the crazy stalking okay," Ethan replies, and Karina happily says,

"Deal," Karina says hastily before she pulls Ethan for an aggressive kiss. Ethan lets her lead as he follows her into her dorm. inside she walks past Giselle and Ningning who both know what's about to happen. she slams the door and takes off her top. revealing her large breasts. Ethan smiles. She slowly slinks closer to him. Like a panther, she pins him to the bed. and undoes his pants. She laughs when his cock lands on her face. she looks up at him with these cute little doe eyes. However, Karina was no dainty doe. She lightly palms Ethan's cock, before beginning to stroke it. She smiles as she watches his eyes begin to roll back. She spits on his cock before wrapping her tits around his cock. Ethan watches with anticipatory glee as her tits fully envelop his manhood. Karina smiles as she watches him begin to unravel as she starts moving.

"Oh, Fuck Karina you're so good at that," Ethan says, as he watches her do her thing. Karina smiles, and says,

"You like that babe? because we can do this every night if you want. We can fuck before bed every night." as she speaks she picks up the pace going up and down his shaft, hoping and praying to make Ethan explode all over her face.

"Fuck Karina." Ethan moans helplessly as she just begins to twist and dance around his cock. "I can't take anymore I'm gonna cum" Ethan says, before exploding all over the idol. Karina smiles as his seed spills all over her face and tits. As she gets up she begins to rub his semen into her skin Ethan watches as he gets hard again. Karina smiles before taking her skirt off. She gets back on top of him before sinking onto his cock. She moans.

"Oh fuck I can't believe this is my cock and my cock alone. It's so big." Karina moans as she almost cums all over his rod as she adjusts to his size.

Ethan smiles before grabbing her ass and begins thrusting. Karina means saying, "Yes Take charge, claim my pussy. it's yours." Ethan smirks as he keeps thrusting before spanking Karina. He notices Karina gets tighter, with a tighter grip on her waist he begins plunging deeper into the wanton idol, and watches with perverse glee as her breasts bounce hypnotically. Karina past the point of overstimulation cums all over his cock like a bitch in heat. As she gushes Ethan teases her.

"is that all you have slut?" Karina moans at Ethan's degrading words.

"Oh, you like that little slut?" Ethan asks and Karina moans as she nods.

Well then little slut." Ethan says before sitting up and biting her nipple.

Karina loses it again and cums all over his cock again. Ethan smiles

"Wow, you have sensitive nipples slut. if I knew it was this easy to make you an oozing mess I would have fucked you like this a long time ago." As he speaks he feels himself near his peak. Ethan keeps thrusting and says to Karina, "Take my cum, and don't let a drop go to waste little slut." Karina nods and she manages to grab one of her plugs just in time for Ethan to paint her guts white. Karina shakes violently as another orgasm takes her feeling Ethan fill her up. when she finally can stop writhing and moaning Ethan plugs her as he pulls his cock out of her pussy

"Don't forget you belong to me now slut." Ethan says. Back to the present

I scowl at Karina and ask, "Was it really needed to tell me about the sex you too had?"

Karina gives me an adorable smile before saying "Yep" away. I turn to Moon Sua who is just laughing as DC comes next to her.

[thehistoriccemetery]

Companions reacting to Tav sleeping completely naked!!!! Please

BG3 Companions Find Out Tav Sleeps Naked (18+)

I really thought I was just gonna start writing this one real quick (I had an idea for Karlach) and three hours later here I am.

This asker was literally the only one to request this one so this is largely self-indulgent, as I do and always have slept naked, even in this -4 degree weather.

Also I’m really trying to incorporate the drow language into Minthara’s portion, but I’m like 70% sure I failed and it just sounds mildly cringy and incredibly ill-informed.

Anyway this is all our favorite ladies (Shadowheart, Lae’zel, Karlach, Minthara, and Jaheira) finding out Tav sleeps naked.

(18+ for possible sexual themes)

Shadowheart

One morning, when she’s feeling particularly mischievous, Shadowheart decides she’s going to drop by your room and wake you up herself.

You’re certainly not the last one up, but Shadowheart, Jaheira, and Minthara have all been up making breakfast for a little while now, and she’s finding their company a little stale.

She sneaks over to your bed, grabbing the blankets and pulling them off of you in one swift move.

She’s typically a lot nicer and gentler when she wakes you up, but her aforementioned mischievousness has her feeling a little playful this morning.

“What the hell?” You groan grumpily, “put it back on I’m cold.”

She stares at you aghast. She was not expecting you to be completely naked, splayed out face down on the mattress.

“Fine, but I’m coming with it,” she says. She wraps the blanket around her shoulders and crawls on top of you.

“Much better,” you smirk, joyed to have such delightful company so early in the morning.

She kisses your bare shoulder. “I suppose I should apologize, I hadn’t expected you to be… unadorned.”

You chuckle. “You gotta problem with me sleeping in the nude?”

“Not a one,” she corrects. “I actually find it oddly… charming, I think. Plus then I can do this.”

She starts to trail slow kisses down your spine. You smirk, trying to turn around and face her, but she pins your wrists down, keeping you splayed out on the mattress.

“Be still for a moment, love,” she kisses the middle of your back before sitting up, astride your hips. “I feel like I’ve never seen you like this before.”

“My back?” You question. She’s certainly seen your bare back before. But she really seems to be enamored with it now. It was nothing special, you thought. Aside from a couple scars, it was just… a back.

She dragged her nails gently up your back. “I like the view. I’d like to see you like this more often.” She bends over until her chest is flush against you and whispers softly in your ear. “Perhaps tonight?”

You feel a rush of heat between your legs, closing your eyes and audibly exhaling.

Before you can even fully enjoy the sensation, she’s off of you, standing next to the bed with her hand out. “Come on, the others will be waiting.”

You take her hand and pull yourself out of bed. She certainly was feeling some type of playful this morning.

Lae’zel

“Hmm. This choice of sleepwear feels… inadequate,” Lae’zel spits.

You nearly jump out of bed with the scare she gives you. You were sleeping and not expecting such abrupt company.

With a simple fire spell, you light the candle on your bedside and point it towards the Githyanki.

“Lae’zel?” You ask, very confused. “What are you doing in here? What time is it? It can’t be morning already.”

You sigh. You were still so tired, you really hoped she was not here to wake you up for the day.

“No,” she growled. “The animal has been scratching at your door. It seems he has tired of Karlach’s snoring and would like to stay in here instead.”

With that, Scratch jumps onto your bed and curls up at your feet. The animals usually slept in Karlach’s room.

“But, back to your choice of sleepwear,” she says. “It seems ill-advised to be covered by do little in your most vulnerable state.”

You cock your head. You had never seen sleeping naked as a safety hazard. “Lae’zel, you’re not sleeping in your armor… are you?”

“Chk, no,” she says, gesturing to her own sleep outfit.

“What more protection does that give you than this?” You gesture at her body and then your own.

“It’s sleek, form fitting, ergonomic, and, most importantly, it covers my most intimate areas.”

You stifle a laugh. The comment sounded ridiculous to you but you would accept her clothes as superior if it meant she’d let you go back to sleep.

“Okay, Lae’zel. Goodnight.” You blow out the candle and close your eyes.

Moments later you feel Lae’zel carefully crawl into bed on top of your blankets.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

“If you insist on sleeping in such a state, I must sleep here too. To ensure your safety.”

Karlach

Lets be honest: Karlach is at most sleeping in her underwear most nights.

But she puts on some trousers at least to pad over to your room and ask for a cuddle.

You wake up in your typical sleeping position: on your stomach with your hair flying all over the place.

You swipe the hair from your eyes to see a sweet little (7ft tall) tiefling holding her teddy bear and anxiously smiling.

“Hey love,” you say, groggy but still soft and sweet. “What can I do for ya?”

“I was just wondering if I could… um… maybe have a cuddle?” She requests, anxiously shifting her weight around.

You giggle, using your arm to lift up on side of the blanket. “Of course, darling. Please it is freezing in here.”

Her eyes go wide as you expose your full chest in lifting the blanket, then she smiles and crawls under.

As she makes contact with your skin, it’s immediately apparent that you truly are wearing nothing.

“Oh so you sleep naked. Like naked naked,” she remarks.

“As the day I was born,” you quip. “Any objections?”

She giggles and twists excitedly. “None at all my darling. In fact, I think I might like to join you.”

“Get those trousers out of here!” You joke. “No trousers allowed in the bed!”She removes what’s left of her clothes and settles into bed.

Karlach sleeps on her back, leaving you sort of half stacked on top of her with her arm swung lazily around your back. Your legs are semi-intertwined, alternating between yours and hers.

You prop your chin up against her chest to look her in the eyes. “I guess it’s kinda inconvenient that neither of us sleep on our side, huh? We’re just kinda stacked chest to chest.”

“I suppose I can be on top and we can try to go back to back,” she teases. “But I’d probably suffocate you, face down into the mattress.”

You laugh at the thought and teasingly mess up her hair. “You’re hilarious. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, darling,” she says, craning up to kiss your forehead.

For as awkward and sloppy as it looks, you both actually find the position quite comfortable.

Naturally, you wake up with your ass fully on display from where you both kicked off the blankets in the middle of the night.

Minthara

Minthara is awake, as usual, when you step into her room. Her red eyes almost glow in the pitch black.

“Can I help you?” She asks passively.

“Can I sleep in here? My room is frigid,” you ask from the doorway, clearly shaking under a blanket.

She sighs, but motions for you to come join her on the bed. “As you wish, ssin.”

Minthara had attempted to teach you a small bit of her language. The words came off unfamiliar and hissy on your tongue. From what you knew, the term she occasionally used for you, “ssin”, wasn’t an actual word. You assumed it was used as a pet name derived from the drow words “ssinssrigg” (passion, lust, greed, love) and “alurissin” (a deep loving connection.)

You close the door softly and crawl into her bed. You get on at the bottom and squirm your way up until your head pokes out the blankets.

She looks at you, both amused and appalled by your abnormal behavior. She supposed that was one way to “crawl” into bed. If you were taking the phrase literally.

“You are terribly odd sometimes, my dear,” she said laying her hand on your back, surprised to find no fabric under the blanket.

“Are you not wearing any clothes?” She asks. This wasn’t the first time the two of you had shared a bed, but the previous times you had fallen asleep naked after sex. She hadn’t thought you did that every night.

You shook your head against her chest.

“Straj, in that case I think I discovered the source of your temperature issue.” She rubbed her forehead, reminding herself of all the reasons she actually valued you at all.

Gods how did the sleeping races ever survive the nights? Did everyone sleep like this or was this just a you thing? She didn’t think she’d be surprised either way.

She opened her mouth to ask more questions, but you were already comfortably asleep against her chest.

She sighed and gently stroked your bare back in defeat. How in the hells had she fallen so hard for this adorable little fool.

Jaheira

After a particularly long day, you decide to skip all the extra steps of running your own bath and decide to just bathe in Jaheira’s room.

Her tub was already full, fresh with herbs and such from her own bath.

You rinse off quickly, eager to crawl into bed. “Can I just stay in here tonight?” You ask politely from the tub.

“That is fine. But don’t get disappointed if I fall asleep immediately,” Jaheira explains. “I’m no, spring chicken, as they say.”

You get out of the tub and dry yourself off. “Oh trust me, after today I could fall asleep on one of those god awful bedrolls again.”

She laughs. “Well then it sounds like we’re on the same page, yes?”

She gets in bed, careful to leave one side fully open to you. You step towards the bed, and lift the blanket to get in.

“Put on your sleeping clothes, it is too cold.” She commands.

You look around. You don’t have any sleeping clothes. You always sleep like this.

As you explain this to her she clicks her tongue. She gets out of bed and starts rooting through her wardrobe.

“This was Khalid’s. It will swallow you up, but it will keep you warm.”

You take the heavy fur robe into your hands. You didn’t know how to feel about being offered her late husband’s clothes.

She could see the weariness on your face and soothed you with a gentle hand on the cheek.

“He would be happy I have you, you know?” She says with a somber chuckle. “I think the two of you would’ve gotten on all too well.”

You rubbed your hand against the soft fur. I was jet black, like a panther. It reminded you of Jaheira. You softly thank her before putting on the robe. It was, indeed, very warm and way too big.

Jaheira made her way back to bed, and you followed shortly thereafter. She wrapped her arms around you, pressing her chest against the warm fur.

You have never felt so safe as you did in that moment: swaddled in a massive robe, wrapped in the arms of your lover.

She kisses the back of your head. “Goodnight, my cub.”

[worldofkuro]

Painted Smile

Painted Smile VII

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Pairing: Alastor x Female! Reader

Summary: You couldn't wait to meet new friends. What you didn't expect was this smiling little boy, only one year older than you, that would take such a big place in your life.

Notes: 4913 words... I don't know what happened. I'm so tired, it's 1 am but who cares, I needed to drop the new chapters. I really hope you'll enjoy it dears ! Tell me what you think of it! Because I'm dead tired there might have more mistake than usual, I'll check it out tomorrow.

“ And then I kind of kissed him through the blanket.”

You stared as Alice squealed with delight, bouncing on her seat in front of you. You were in your living room,sitting on your sofa, your Mother was out which made you alone with your friend. You just finished telling her what happened two days ago and she seemed delighted while you were… confused. At that moment you didn’t even think, you just… went for the kiss. It wasn’t even a kiss, your lips didn’t touch! You just felt the blanket!

“ And then ? And then ? Don’t leave me hanging, tell me what happened next!” begged Alice while she was squeezing a cushion against her chest. You turned your head toward the chimney’s fire. You were the 20th of December. Christmas was around the corner and then Alastor’s birthday…And you still didn’t have any ideas for a present ! You sighed, you were losing against the clock… “ Hey, are you doing alright ?”

“ Oh, sorry Alice, nothing happened after. He… reassured me and then he went home. But the problem right now is that I don’t have his Chrismas’s present… I don’t even have his birthday’s present!”

“ He was born on the first of January, right ?” You nodded and she tilted her head backward, thinking about a present for your friend. You almost scoffed, you trusted her but if YOU couldn’t find a present for Alastor, how could she do it? “ Hey, before I forget, I asked my parents if I could celebrate Chrismas’s Eve with friends and they said yes!” she clapped her hands together. “ You should come, and bring Alastor with you !”

Going to a soirée with Alastor..? You looked at Alice. She was indeed the daughter of a rich family but she wasn’t like those pompous people who thought they were better than anyone. She was open minded. She made friends with everyone, white people, coloured people, everyone.. And you were surprised her parents were okay with it. Maybe they weren’t closed minded people?

You kind of wanted to see Alastor in this kind of environment, you have never seen him all dressed up since you were kids. It could be fun ! But would he agree ? You could almost hear his voice saying he didn’t want to leave his Mother alone for Chrismas’s Eve.. You didn’t want to leave your mother alone either– Wait, that was it! You would invite Marie to pass Chrismas’s Eve with your Mother and you and Alastor would go to Alice’s soirée and then celebrated Christmas in your own house with Alastor and her mother!  

“ From your smile, I guess it is a yes?” asked Alice with a grin. You winked at her before standing up.

“ It’s a maybe… I don’t know if Alastor would want to come.”

“Mhn.. If he doesn’t want to come, tell him that John will be there.” she said with a teasing expression, like she knew something you didn’t. You raised an eyebrow at her, suspicious.

“ Alice… Did you talk with Alastor when he walked you home?”

“ Oh! Actually yes, he is the one who began to talk. He asked about our relationship, he seemed very protective of you, it was cute!” she beamed as she giggled. You blushed, looking away. “ But you think he would not like a party?  He seemed like he would be the star of the soirée!”

You did know that. Alastor has something that made people want to approach him. He was almost seventeen but he already had so much charisma, he was a proper gentleman. You weren’t blind, you could see more and more young ladies turn their eyes on him when you were walking outside. You wondered if he was aware of it? If he was, he never made a deal of it, he would just smile back at them if they happened to catch his eyes. 

You wondered how ladies would try to approach Alastor. You’ve known him for eight years, so you weren’t impressed by him anymore, if you wanted you would just jump on his back because you were tired and he would carry you home just like. No questions asked. You smiled without noticing, people might have found Alastor difficult to approached but for you, it was as easy as breathing.

You kind of wanted to see people trying to approach Alastor now…

“ Well, I just have to convince Alastor.”

~~

“ I’ll be delighted!”

You blinked, turning your head toward him. He was laying on the tree’s foot, seeming to be reading a book as you were sitting on the swing. It was snowing today, but you both decided to stay outside for a change. The forest was pretty hidden under a white blanket.

You went to Alastor’s house after parting ways with Alice. You did pay attention to the people around, but you didn’t see any man that would be stalking you. You were sure, if there was a stalker, that he would stalk Alice, not you. But Alastor has made you promise that you would pay attention so…

“ Really? You would like to come?” you smiled as you let the swing go, walking toward him. He put his book down and looked up at you with his usual grin, he really seemed excited about it! 

“ Of course dear, going to a soirée with you holding on to my arm? How could I refuse? And I’m sure my Mother would be delighted to celebrate Christmas’s Eve with your mother, as long as we celebrate Christmas with them.” he sketched before sitting up. He tilted his head and you couldn’t help but laugh as you saw a few leaves and snow on his hair. You sat next to him and began to take the leaves out of his hair. In two seconds, Alastor was laying back down on the grass but this time his head was on your thighs. He took his book back and continued his reading as you stroked his hair, looking at the sky.

What kind of dress would you wear? You never went to a soirée before, you needed to look your best, you wanted to impress Alastor. You’ve never really put too much thought into what you wore, you’ll have to ask Alice for advice… You wondered how Alastor was going to show up..

“ Alastor, what are you going to wear?” you looked at him, still playing with his hair, how could his hair be so soft to the touch? He didn’t move his gaze from the book, answering you with a teasing smile.

“ Why? ”

“ Come on, I was just wondering… I don’t know what kind of dress would suit me, I have never been to a fancy soirée. I’m scared of being… underdressed. “ and you didn’t want Alastor to be ashamed of you because of your poor choice of outfit. He stayed silent for a minute and then tilted his head backward on your laps so he could stare into your gaze.

“ Red suits you.” 

You stared in his eyes, the sun made them look almost caramel like. He was so lucky to be this handsome, really ,and he wasn’t even a full grown man yet. You pouted, looking away. How unfair.

“ Well, thank you, does that mean that the only color that suits me is red and I look awful with any other color?” 

“ Oh I didn’t say that. I just want to see you in red.”

You looked at him and couldn’t help the smile sketching your lips. Well, if that’s what he wanted. You took his book off his hands, which he let you do, still looking at you. You put the book next to you, on the grass. 

“ Do you think you'll be able to keep up with me if we have to dance ?” you teased him, raising an eyebrow. His eyes widened before he roared with laughter, holding his belly. You chuckled at his reaction, you knew that Alastor was an amazing dancer, you just wanted to hear him laugh… 

“ Oh my dearest friend, if we happen to dance, trust me, I’ll make it so you wouldn’t be able to walk for some days.” he winked at you with a confident smile. You laughed out loud, throwing your head back.

“ And I’ll make it so you wouldn’t ever consider another partner!” he took your hand in his with a soft smile, caressing your skin. You looked up as you heard someone coming and your eyes met Marie’s. She smiled softly at you, saying it was time for you to go home, she didn’t like you going home at night and didn't want you to catch a cold.

Alastor stood up, before taking his book. You stood up with his help, said goodbye to Marie’s and went back home with Alastor. Since the “stalker” evenement, he didn’t want you to walk home alone. You rolled your eyes at him but at least you could stay with Alastor a little while longer, so it was worth it. You walked together on the road of New Orleans, watching at the shop vitrines if it could give you some ideas for Alastor’s gift.

“ Hey, Alasto-”

You screamed as your foot slid on ice. You felt yourself falling before Alastor wrapped his arms around you and tugged your body against him before gracefully dancing around the freezed road. You stared at him, your eyes wide opened as he made you spin on the freezing floor, but you never fell, he was moving your body, like it was another part of him. You began to laugh happily. You let him take control of your body, letting him make you dance as he wished. Not too long after he made you drop, your head almost touching the ground. You stared at him as he held you firmly, your breath coming in short puff. He was staring intensely at you with a satisfied smile.

“ No matter what, I’ll always catch you if you fall.”

You smiled at him as he straightened you before offering his arm to you. You took it, as you kept walking toward your home and of course, as always, he leaned in to give you a kiss on your forehead before leaving. You stared at him until you couldn’t see him anymore and then you decided to enter your home.

“ Mom~ What would you think about celebrating Christmas’ Eve with Marie~?”

~~~

“ This is a disaster Alice !” 

You fell on your bed,head in your pillow ready to scream bloody murder. You haven’t found a single red dress that suited you. You hated every single dress you had tried ! And Alice’s soirée was tomorrow night ! You didn’t know what to do with your hair, with your makeup and you still didn’t have anything to wear ! 

“ I see… Well, it seems like it’s my time to shine ! Look what I’ve got you !” She took a bag from behind her and put it in front of your bed. You lifted your head from your pillow and opened the bag. Your eyes opened as you saw a beautiful black and red flapper dress. Your eyes were wide open, you’ve only seen this kind of dress with the riches folks. You stared at Alice, your mouth wide open without being able to put words together. “ I know you will look delicious like this, come on, try it on so we can find makeup and hairstyle to go with it!”

“ We can see my legs !”

“ We’ll wear stockings, don’t worry ! It’s almost 1920’s, come on!”

“ We’ll be in 1917 next month!”

“ That’s what I said, come on now!”

You undressed yourself before looking at the dress. It was very pretty and it was shining with so many sparkles… You dressed up and put on some heels and then you looked at yourself in the mirror. You looked… like a woman. You really liked the dress… you moved around a bit, it was comfortable, you feel like you could dance with it! You could feel the flapper moving against your thighs with each movement. You blushed a little and looked at Alice who was staring at you with stars in her eyes.

“ Ooh, yes! You’ll look perfect ! Don’t worry, I’ll have some similar dress, you’ll not feel left out! Now, the makeup and the hairstyle my friend~.”

Oh dear.

~~~

It was the day. You were in front of your mirror. You were wearing your dress, your black heels, you had put a red lipstick on your lips and a bit of mascara. You were so nervous. What if Alastor found you absolutely ridiculous ? Oh you couldn’t live with the humiliation. You heard your door open and turned around to see your mother, staring at you with teary eyes.

“ Oh sweetheart, you look… Breathtaking, your father would be crying…” She went into your bedroom and hugged you which you immediately reciprocated. 

“ I don’t look stupid ?”

“ Baby, no. You look like a grown woman! Oh, how time flies…you're already sixteen...” she smiled before you heard someone ringing at your door making you tense. It was Alastor, you were sure of it. Your Mother smiled at you before winking and then she left you bedroom, going downstairs so she could open the door. You tried to hear what they were saying but you couldn’t hear anything…

You looked at yourself one last time in the mirror.

“ Come on girl. You’re going to an amazing soirée and you’ll enjoy every single second of it, okay?” you nodded at your reflection. Great.

You sighed and then left your bedroom. You took a deep breath and then began to walk down the stairs, your heels making noises against the wooden stairs. You heard Alastor and Marie’s voice getting closer. You saw your mother at the bottom of the stairs with an encouraging smile. 

“ Alastor, come closer, there she is !”

You heard his shoes before finally seeing him.

Oh.

He was beautiful.

His dark hair was slicked back, he didn’t have his glasses on, he was wearing a dark redded suit and he was holding a bouquet of flowers in his right hand. He was staring at you, his eyes wide open. You both stood there, without talking or doing anything else. You took a shaky breath before walking down the stairs until you were in front of him, thanks to your heels you were face to face with him. He was still staring at you with a straining smile. Did he find you ridiculous, did you try too hard? You kissed him softly on both cheeks and you heard him gulp. What was happening to him?

“ Alastor, please say something…” you begged, looking down.

You felt his hand on your face, raising your chin up so he could meet your gaze. His smile was softer and his eyes still had this intense glint that made you relax.

“ I told you, red is our color.” he smirked before giving you the bouquet. You grinned as you stared at the beautiful flowers in front of you and then you looked at Alastor’s eyes. He didn’t even once let his gaze move away from you, it made you feel warm. You smiled brightly as your mother took the flowers from you, putting it in a vase. 

“ You both are so beautiful, but leaving before being late !” Marie said just after taking a picture of you. You took a long coat that hid your figure before leaving with your arm around Alastor’s one. 

“ I can’t wait to be there ! “ you said excitedly. You were still feeling nervous but Alastor by your side, it was getting easier to just be excited about this party. You felt Alastor grip your arm tighter as you walked into a busy road. You tried not to bump into people, and after a thirty minute walk, you find yourself in front of a huge house. Was it a mansion?

You knocked on the huge door and a butler opened the door, eyeing suspiciously but before you could even your mouth you saw Alice running toward you. She was wearing an outfit similar to yours, as promised, but hers was white and blue. She looked almost angelic.

“ You made it ! Come, come, come inside!” 

You walked into a huge reception room and there were already so many people inside. The butler took off your coat making you feel a little cold, so you just stayed against Alastor who put his arms around your shoulder. Alice introduced some of her friends, you could not remember every name, there were too many. Did Alice really know all of them? Some of them looked like real adults, and was that a band that was getting ready? You went with Alastor toward the buffet.

“ Well, what do you think of it so far?” you asked him with a tired smile. He took a drink and sniffed it before putting it back. “ What?”

“ Be careful, some of the brevage have alcohol,” he said before leaning against the wall.” but I’m not surprised. Your friend seems to be the type to always go big.  Being able to pull off this kind of soirée with a war going on? I’m almost impressed.” he said before straightening his tie. 

“ Alastor, is it you?”

You turned to the voice and saw a beautiful lady. She smiled sweetly at Alastor who gave her his usual smile. Who was she? She began to talk with Alastor, ignoring your presence. You tilted your head, it was the first time someone came straight at Alastor with you next to him. She seemed so confident, you almost envied her. Almost. You were a polite girl, you wouldn’t interrupt them but you didn’t want to stand next to them too long, it would get boring quickly. You took a drink from the buffet and sipped it. It was sweet, you wondered what it was. You smirked, you could already imagine Alastor’s face at the disgustingly sweet brevage you just had.

You should prank him. You took another cup and turned toward Alastor before being startled by the band who began to play music. You almost dropped the cup, that was a close call.. You looked at Alastor who was being dragged by the lady toward the dancefloor. 

Wait what? 

You stared at the scene in front of you, as Alastor began to dance with her.

What?

“ Oh, who do we kill before Christmas?” You turned your head toward Alice who was trying to see what you were watching. “ Oh… Oh, yes. Jealous?”

“ No! I’m just .. surprised. I didn’t know Alastor had other female friends.. Come on, let’s dance.” you finished your drink and dragged Alice who eagerly nodded. 

You both danced with each other, smiling. It was fun! The band was playing some good tunes! She gave you a spin who landed you into someone's arms. You looked up and saw John, your school’s mate.

“ You look beautiful like this…” he said as he admired you. You nodded with a confident smile. You didn’t know why but you felt like the most powerful woman right now! He smiled at you, before looking away shyly. “ Care to bless me with a dance?” You laughed, so formal. You took his hand and danced with him, keeping your eyes open to match his steps. You did stop him from lifting you in the air though, you didn’t trust him to keep you up in the air but thankfully he didn’t take it badly.

You took a look at Alastor and couldn’t help but frown. He was dancing amazingly, as always, spinning the woman before tugging her against him. You pouted, you thought he only did that with you.

As the party kept going you were getting more and more agitated. Why was Alastor still not dancing with you? You didn’t know why, but most of the time you were a good girl but when Alastor was included, you could become the worst brat ever. You walked toward the buffet, took another drink and went toward the band, you needed to look confident. You spoke to the singer and he smiled before making some place for you. He placed the microphone in front of you and asked you what song you wanted to sing.

You smirked and asked for a song you and Alastor’s used to dance on when you were younger. You were watching the crowd, took a deep breath and began to sing. You stared at Alastor who was dancing with another girl but once he heard your voice he turned his head toward the scene , where you were standing. You couldn’t feel but something in your belly, just like that his attention was back on you. You saw the girl trying to keep his gaze on her and you smirked. Not today.

Today you were selfish.

You sang like there was no tomorrow, the crowd clapping their hands with the rhythm of the song, you didn’t think you ever sang this good. You had perfect control on your voice, you were even dancing on the stage as the band were giving their all with you. You looked at Alastor who was still dancing with the lady, even if you could see he was getting bored. Well, you could help. You began to sing with more energy, the band making the rhythm faster as well. You could feel your lips sketched into a mocking smile as you saw the girl not being able to keep up with Alastor. Perfect.

You went down the stage , still singing. The crowd parted for you and you couldn’t help but feel excited. You walked toward Alastor, he had his back on you. You slided your hand on his back making him flinch. He turned his head toward you with a surprised expression. You grinned at him, singing before smoothly taking Alastor away from the girl. You both were encircled by the crowd but you didn’t care. Alastor and you danced, never breaking eye contact. You kept the rhythm as fast as you could, every step was nailed, every spin. You would have your back against his chest and then he would spin you so your face was inches away from each other. And then Alastor lifted you in his arms before throwing you in the air. You closed your eyes, feeling perfectly safe. He promised he would always catch you if you were to fall.

You fell down in his arms, your head near the floor but never touching it. You felt his breath on your lips and you opened your eyes, staring right back into his gaze. He was sweating and so were you. You were holding his shoulder, breathing hard. You were both alone in your own world. 

And just like that, the spell broke as the crowd cheered for you. You blinked and Alastor straightened you up with a genuine smile. You grinned at him before you both bowed to the crowd. You went back to the stage, giving back the microphone before going to the buffet, you needed some fresh water.

“ Oh my Lord, you both were.. I don’t even have the words!” squealed Alice as she shook you by the shoulders. You laughed at her reaction , it was just you being petty because Alastor wasn’t paying attention to you.

“It really was amazing.” John said as he clapped while you were drinking a glass of water.

“ That’s what happens when you let us do our things together, let that be a lesson folks.”  Alastor said as he put his arms around your shoulders.  You nudged him but couldn’t contain your laughter. You were having a great time.

You had other dances with Alastor, before people were making little group. You were sitting on a table with Alice,John,Alastor and other people you dind’t know. You didn’t know why, maybe they drank some alcohol but the conversation which was proper began to turn toward something more… spicy?

“ You’ve never kissed before? Hoho, you don’t know what you are missing.” said a lady to John who just blushed. The lady stared languidly at Alastor. “ And you, pretty boy? Have you ever kissed someone ?”  You were ready to tell the lady to back off, you didn’t want her to embarrass Alastor because he didn’t have his first kiss.

“ Yes, I have.”

Huh?

“ Oh, I’m not surprised. And you sweetie?” you felt everyone's eyes on you and you blushed. Even Alice had already kissed someone !

“ N-no, I have never.”

“ Well, why not remedy it tonight, just before Christmas ! John, was it, why don’t you kiss our adorable singer right here?” you flushed even more as John was looking at you, seeming hesitant. 

“ As if my dearest friend’s first kiss would be with such a boring fella, no offense my friend.” said Alastor sarcastly.  You frowned, why would he care! He already had his first kiss and he didn’t even tell you. You stood up.

“ I need some air, I’ll be back.”

You took a sip of your glass with the sweet juice and went out, in the garden. You heels hit the paving stone as you try not to burst out of… of what? sadness? angryness? You sighed as you stared at the stars in the sky, you felt the snow falling on your naked arms. You could even see the air you were breathing.

“ You are going to catch a cold.”

You turned your head toward Alastor as he took off his blazer, ready to hand it to you. You shook your head.

“ No, I needed… I need the cold air.”

“ Why did you lie ?”

“ Pardon?” you turned your body toward him as he took a step toward you.

“ About your first kiss.”

“ I didn’t lie, I’ve never kissed anyone. And unlike you, if I did, I would have told you but Mister Alastor doesn’t care to share such a secret with me, am I right?” you crossed your arms over your chest. He smiled at you mockingly. You felt anger sweltering inside you.

“ Don’t you dare look at me like that, Alastor.”

“ You’ve always been endearingly stupid. My first kiss was with you, in your room, remember ?” he tilted his head as he took another step toward you.

You felt your body relaxed. You couldn’t be angry with him. He didn’t know. He wasn’t reading the same book as you. You have been so embarrassed when he had catched you reading a love story but at least you knew what a first kiss was! 

“ Alastor, a kiss isn’t… A first kiss is something you must share with a special someone. Your lips need to touch the other one.” you blushed as you looked away. “ I think.. Th-The lips need to move against each other an-and..”

You took a step back but his hand found the back of your waist as he softly tugged you against him. You knew he was trying to find your eyes but you were so embarrassed by what you just told him.

“ So, a first kiss must be with a special someone, right?” he waited for you to nod before raising your chin with his finger. “ Then, can I give you my real first kiss?” You stared at him with your eyes wide open, your cheeks flushed red.

“ What..”

“ You are my most special person since childhood… For me, it’s only natural for you to have my first kiss.” he smiled at you, his eyes shining with that oh so familiar glint you were used to seeing each time he was looking at you. “ You don’t have to if you don’t want of course, but–”

“ I want to. You.. You are also my .. most special person…” he nodded with a soft genuine smile that made you feel warm inside. You closed your eyes as you waited for him to kiss you.

“ Nu-uh, keep your eyes on me.” you opened your eyes, blushing furiously.

“ You are supposed to close your eyes when you are kissing someone !”

“ I don’t really care, this is our first kiss, we’ll do it how we want.” he smirked as he approached his face toward you. Your eyes were looking at his lips then his eyes, you couldn't focus on something, you were stressed, you were nervous, you were excited. Your eyes were half closed when you felt his warm lips against your cold one. You looked at his eyes, his gaze piercing your gaze with an intensity too much to bear, you closed your eyes.

It wasn’t like in the book but you didn’t know why, you didn’t care. 

You kept your eyes closed as Alastor stepped back slightly , you could still feel his breath against your mouth. You opened your eyes and gave him a shy smile as he whispered.

“ So dear, have you ever kissed someone ?” you nodded. “ With whom?”

“ Alastor.”

“ How was it?”

“ Perfect.” you smiled at him as he grinned at you before covering your shoulder with his blaze. 

“ Come on now, the soirée needs its stars !”

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[cryptidghostgirl]

This is gunna sound confusing and Idk if you do him or not but could you do a Vox x reader where they have been dating for a while and Vox realizes that they havnt kissed yet and whenever he has tried or tries she turns away with a nervous laugh and says something to distract him and he finds out it's because she is nervous that she will mess up his screen like smudge it or break it (like when you touch a tv and the light warps because the screen moves slightly and if you do it to hard it can stay that way)

A/N i am actually obsessed with this idea. it is so cute and fluffy. it was so fun to write. Also, I know I said that part four of Cover Up was next in line but that part is gonna be NSFW and I am kinda nervous about it so....

Smudge (Vox x Gn!Partner!Reader)

Pairing: Vox x Reader

Warnings: Hurt/comfort (but you're the one comforting Vox mostly)

Word Count: 1,255

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Vox had known Y/n for nearly a year now and they had been together for just over five months. At first, he had assumed their resistance to have any physical contact outside of the holding of hands, the occasional hug or cuddle in front of the TV, was out of a desire to take things slow.

He looked over at where they sat beside him on the couch, his arm draped over the back of the sofa.

That he could understand. What he didn't understand was how slow taking it slow really meant. More than five months in and they had yet to have their first kiss. Y/n had never even so much as given him a peck on the cheek. Vox was a patient man but it didn't stop him from trying, he leaned in. Just as his lips were about to make contact with the side of their head -- not even their face! -- he felt a soft pressure on his shoulder.

Y/n had stopped him, again. Their eyes met his. They hadn't even given him the dignity of a gentle hand on his cheek, of anything other than an apologetic smile.

"I need to shower, my hair is greasy."

Vox was a confident man. In his position, it was hard not to be. Still, the whole situation was beginning to weigh on him. Y/n must have noticed as the smile slipped from their face, morphing their features into an expression of mild concern.

"Vox, hunny, are you okay?"

"I..."

He withdrew from the warmth of their touch, fixing his gaze back on the TV. It was unfamiliar territory. He had never had trouble getting people before, he had no idea how to act. In every past experience, he hadn't cared what disregarding such a request as to not kiss a prospective partner, or real partner even, could do. The care was what made things complicated.

Vox was not a good man. He had never been a good man, not even when alive. Y/n made him want to be one. The way they saw him... they didn't want him for his power, his influence, his money. They wanted him for him. It was obvious. In every lingering touch, every word, every home cooked meal or surprise outing. It was all so new, so different. They made Vox want to be the man they thought him to be.

"It's nothing."

Y/n was silent for a moment. He could feel their eyes on him but did not dare to return their quizzical stare. It was all so fragile, their relationship, even Y/n themself. He heard them sigh and felt their weight shift on the couch beside him. The TV clicked off. At last, he met their gaze once more.

"I don't like it when you lie to me." they hummed softly, turning to face him fully, pulling their knees up onto the couch, "What's going on?"

Vox grimaced.

"It's... please, Y/n. Don't worry about it. Everything is okay, I promise."

Y/n raised their eyebrows, cocking their head to one side. They could tell he was lying. Somehow, they always could. From the moment he met them, Vox had the uncanny feeling Y/n could see right through his facade, to the very essence of his being. It was a fear, it was a thrill, it was a delight, it was...

Vox sighed, his eyes finding his hands where they rested in his lap. He wasn't used to feeling small, to feeling weak. He did now.

"It's stupid."

"If it is bothering you this much, it's not stupid Voxy."

The dam broke.

"Why wont you kiss me?"

His voice came out smaller than he'd meant it too, more frail then he thought it was possible of being. Y/n said nothing in response and tentatively, Vox looked back over to them. Their lips were slightly parted, their eyes met his. Y/n blushed and looked away.

"Oh."

"Yeah." Vox sighed, leaning back on the couch, looking up at the ceiling, "I told you, don't worry about it."

"No, Vox. It... clearly its upsetting you, let's talk about it."

"So, why wont you?" he prompted after a moment.

He watched them out of the corner of his eye, noting the way their eyes flicked nervously around the room, the way they fiddled with their interlaced fingers. A tremor in his diaphragm, his heart fell.

"If you don't..." Vox took a deep breath, "if you d-"

"It's not that I don't love you." Y/n interrupted, still refusing to meet his sidelong glance with their own eyes, "It's... I want to be with you Vox, you're the best thing that has ever happened to me for Christ's sake it's just..."

"Just what?"

"It's... stupid."

They looked up at him, the hint of a smile on their face, their brow furrowed. Vox straightened himself. If they were going to repeat his words, he could repeat theirs too. He took their hands into his, facing fear head on.

"If it's bothering you that much, it can't be stupid or... or whatever it was you said..."

Y/n let out a slight laugh.

"Okay fine, but you have to promise not to laugh, okay?"

"I promise."

They watched him for a moment, appraising the validity of his statement, before nodding their head once.

"Isn't it going to... I don't know... what if I crack your screen?"

Vox's eyes went wide. He couldn't help himself, he laughed. Y/n pulled their hands from his, hitting his arm playfully.

"Hey! You promised."

"I know!" Vox struggled to catch his breath, "It's just... thats what you've been worried about this whole time?"

"Uh... yeah?"

Finally, Vox managed to calm himself, looking over at Y/n happily.

"What."

"Come here."

He patted his lap. Y/n looked doubtfully between his hand and his face.

"Come here." Vox said again.

They rolled their eyes, standing up and taking a few steps towards Vox before sitting down.

"Other way."

They shot him a look over their shoulder. Vox rolled his eyes.

"Please."

"Why?"

"Just... trust me."

After a moments thought, Y/n readjusted their position, now straddling their boyfriend. They placed their hands on his shoulders, keeping their balance. Vox reached a hand up to their face, cupping their cheek gently. Y/n leaned into the gesture as if on instinct, their cheeks flushing pink once they realized what they had done. Vox chuckled.

"Y/n, can I kiss you?"

"What if I smudge your glass? Or like, leave one of those weird imprints or something on your face? I-"

He cut them off mid worry, pressing his lips softly to theirs. It was not a long kiss or a very deep one but it sent shivers down Y/n's spine, sparks to Vox's fingers. Their eyes met, Y/n was breathless.

"Not so bad, was it?"

Y/n leaned forward, balling their hands into the unbuttoned collar of his shirt as they kissed him again.

"No." they hummed, "Not bad at all."

Vox laughed. Running a hand through their hair, he pressed a soft kiss to their forehead. He couldn't stop smiling.

"I'm alright."

"I was right though."

Vox's brow furrowed and Y/n grinned up at him, raising their hand to his face.

"I did smudge you."

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[simplyreveries]

HELLO BROSKI. I LOVE YOUR WORK. AM SO HAPPY U ACCEPTING REQUESTS AGAIN.

My request is...

Vice-Housewardens getting random love letters and gifts from reader, then accidentally finding out it was them who gave them these things? Like there can be embroidered handkerchiefs and they get kinda sus cause... They got an embroidered handkerchief, obviously handmade in their colours, and the reader has bandages on their fingers? Kinda sus... Or something like that, like they see the reader putting a letter into their locker, or on their table, anything!

TYYY

trey clover

he is surprised, these kinds of things are stuff he is completely unexpecting of. at first, trey did believe that it might've been some mishap that someone accidentally left there. but when it kept on happening slowly, he caught on. he'll chuckle and have bashful smile on his face whenever he finds the various gifts in areas he frequents. he always seems to hear teasing and aweing from cater, he's so nosy about it and is really invested on knowing exactly who did this to him.

honestly, though trey is smart, he is a little oblivious to these kinds of things-- especially when it comes to love. so, though he points out the band aids on your hands, if you made some dumb excuse, he could easily brush it off. may even tell you about his fair share of hand related injuries when baking. it definitely takes him a while to fully catch on.

when he finally does catch you putting a letter in front of his dorms door... that's when he finally clicks two and two together and he's like "oh." "oh". he feels completely dumb for not even noticing sooner because it all made so much sense to him. of course you would do this! he feels pleasantly surprised though, to know its you. he doesn't exactly confront you about it, but he does try dropping hints and saying things that suggest that he does.

ruggie bucchi

hey ruggie is happy with anything that comes for free, so he loves all the little random gifts you leave for him. he may or may not have thought he was taking someone else's stuff originally because he didn't really think anyone at the school had feelings for him. little did he know.

he doesn't say it, but he certainly does seem to take note of your hands and how they seem to be getting increasingly covered in band-aids. he'll make some playful comment or tease, with his usual snicker but the idea that you could potentially be the person leaving the gifts does linger in the back of his mind.

ruggies sneaky, sneaky and observant -- if the curiosity and intrigue hit him enough, he could go out of his way and find out it is you fairly easy. it's almost strange though to him, he is so used to thinking there's some intention behind the gifts like you wanting something in return. but when he sees you carefully folding the letter and placing it in a discreet but seeable spot for him. it makes him feel warm.

jade leech

oh..??? he is finding this surprisingly but amusing that someone would actually do this for him. most people are quite unnerved, or steer clear of him because of what he's affiliated with, he enjoys the delightful gifts. he has a grin on his face whenever he holds and feels the handkerchiefs you made or the letters you've written. he finds himself telling floyd about it as well, when his brother asked him what he was laughing to himself about.

it wouldn't take long at all for him to figure out it came from you, knowing jade. i mean, even when he first started to receive them his first thought was you rather than anyone else, he knows. he's such people observer that he catches onto things very quickly.

he wouldn't tell you he knows; he thinks it's cute to see you try to be nonchalant or sneaky about it. despite him have catching you and watching you "secretly" slip these gifts and letters to him multiple times. jade tends to bring it up in conversation to you, as if he's so confused on who could possibly be doing such for him. he even asks you like "do you know who this could be? I am quite flattered fufu". he enjoys seeing the look on your face. nevertheless, he does find himself liking them.

jamil viper

jamil didn't even believe it was for him at first, he simply moved on thinking it was something someone had misplaced. until he kept on getting them and then the letters, you'd write anonymously hit him like a truck, he was very surprised. jamil finds himself almost troubled and with a deep expression as he tries putting together who exactly they're from. he seems to be distracted more and more often from his duties as vice dorm leader or general student work.

he does admit and think to himself, he likes how appreciative and supportive you seem in your letters-- and the handkerchiefs look like they had such effort put into them. he may even pass that into conversation with you, it may feel like he knows it's you- but he genuinely doesn't. he just asks you out of curiosity. he does get suspicious with the band-aids that seem to be multiplying on your hand, he doesn't ask anymore other than inquiring "are you alright..?"

jamil does immediately put it together when he sees you discreetly trying to slip a letter into his bag when he's practicing basketball. he hum and though he is a little flustered at the initial surprise- he feels quite good about himself and even smug as he reads over the letter you carefully wrote for him.

rook hunt

oh he absolutely loves them, he cherishes and keeps any gift you give him. he finds the embroidery so beautiful! he thinks your letters are so sweet and loving!! he has to keep them all obviously. however, each time you gift him something it only heightens his curiously and his drive to figure out who you are. being rook, that doesn't take long... like at all. his infatuation only grows when he finds out its you.

he has no qualms about hiding that he does know, in fact he seems to be almost fretting over you when you seem to be a little hurt from making those gifts for him. he'd be overly dramatic and tell you he doesn't wish to see you with bandaids all over for him...!

rook would probably end up secretly giving you gifts, turning it back on you. he would turn it into a cute little game. and you better believe he keeps every single thing you give; he loves them deeply- with his growing collection of everything you've given him stored nicely.

lilia vanrouge

he just knows it's from you as soon as he gets one, he thinks it's completely adorable and even quite bold of you to do so. he looks forward to every little gift and letter you give him- and finds himself carefully looking over all the details in what you do. he finds your hobby to be cute.

he'll point out the bandages and laugh, "you should be more careful with that, dear" he'd advise. he makes it obvious that he knows- but does it in such a teasing way. he really does find himself appreciating everything you give him. lilia thinks you're so endearing.

he'll return the favor, like rook and leave you letters at ramshackle. expressing his gratitude and much appreciation for them. it is pretty noticeably, from him. with his handwriting and seemingly old style of letters. though, he once left some rough looking cookies in there....

[riddlesb1tch]

The Perfect Date

Azriel x reader

summary: after a long, exhausting week of working, Azriel has the perfect date planned for both of you.

warnings: none

a/n: as always, feedback is always appreciated!

"Bye," you waved to the last customer in your apothecary before you were done for the day. Your clock struck 5 p.m. and the clock tower down at the rainbow chimed five times.

Time to go home! you thought excitedly. It had not been a bad day or even a bad week. However, it was Friday and after a whole week of working, you wanted to just go home and relax.

When you were picking up your stuff, a shadow loomed outside the door. You internally groaned at the thought of another customer walking in but when you turned towards the door, you saw the beloved general of the night court standing outside. He had a silly grin on his face as he stood with his hands behind his back.

You smiled when you saw him but furrowed your brows in confusion when he didn't come into the store. Picking up your belongings, you exited the store, greeting Cassian with a hug.

"Why didn't you come in?" you asked.

He dramatically swept a gallant bow and held his hand out for you. "Because m'lady, tonight, I am simply here to escort you to the perfect evening," he said gallantly, ending his statement with a wink.

You tilted your head in confusion while laughing at the theatrics.

"Sent by who?" you asked.

"A certain azure male who I've been told you have been waiting for for over a week," Cassian replied.

You nearly dropped your items at the shock before a beaming smile spread over your face.

"He’s home?" you shrieked with excitement.

Cassian laughed out loud at your excitement, standing up to full height and nodding in confirmation. He offered you his hand once more.

"Shall we?"

Without wasting a second, you grabbed his hand and let him take off into the skies.

Cassian landed on the balcony of the House of Wind. From the huge windows opening out onto the balcony, you could see Azriel standing inside in a similar stance to his brother earlier in the evening with his hands behind his back and an easy smile resting on his face.

You screamed in delight at the first sight of Azriel, running away from Cassian before he even landed. Without looking, you handed your things to Cassian who laughed at the sheer excitement in your eyes at seeing his brother.

Running inside, you threw your arms around Azriel's neck, holding onto him tightly. Azriel reciprocated the excitement, a genuine laugh coming from him as he caught you. He lifted you off your feet, spinning in circles while holding onto you.

After he set you down, you unwound your arms from around his neck and rested them on his biceps as you looked at him.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" you asked with a big, excited grin.

"Because then I wouldn't get to see this smile," he responded.

You crinkled your nose in mock disgust. "You're so cheesy," you said and lightly hit his arm.

"Well," Azriel contemplated. "You already knew that about me when you agreed to go on a date so it's really on you," he responded.

"Touche," you smiled.

A beat of silence passed as you took each other in. Then, Azriel broke the silence.

"I have a very special evening planned for us."

You raised your brows in question and anticipation. "Yeah?"

He backed away from you, gesturing down the hall.

"After you," he bowed.

You laughed but moved along into the hallway. Azriel was right behind you, hands on your arms, guiding you as you navigated your way through the house. You stopped right outside the room you'd spent countless nights together in. The room was ajar and the wonderful aroma of lavender hit your nose.

You looked back at Azriel in surprise he smiled, urging you to enter the room. As soon as your eyes saw what was inside, your love for Azriel grew ten times.

The bed was laid with cosy, comfortable blankets and tons of fluffy pillows, a cart sat next to the bed holding all your favourite snacks, and two steaming cups of tea sat on the the side table. That was what was giving off the aroma of lavender. Azriel’s secret brew of the most exquisite and calming tea you have ever tasted. It never failed to lull you into the most comfortable and peaceful slumber within minutes. 

Azriel wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"Like it?" he whispered.

You were speechless for a second, not knowing how to comprehend this emotion.

"I love it," you finally said. turning around, you wrapped your arms around Azriel’s torso, resting your head on his chest. Azriel hugged you back, swaying side to side.

"Thank you so much for this," you said as you looked up at him.

Azriel leaned down to kiss your lips. "It's no problem at all."

"Let's go?" Azriel asked and you grinned once more with excitement.

You and Azriel took off the tight work clothes and slipped into t-shirts and sweatpants. Having the uncomfortable clothing that confined your body all day long was already a big relief, but that was nothing compared to the sight of Azriel lying on the bed while the chilly night air entered the room from the open window, slightly blowing at his hair that always looked artistically messy. He was surrounded by cosy blankets and fluffy pillows, looking like an angel sitting on a cloud. He sat with blankets up to his waist and his arms extended and so welcoming. The sight seemed so welcoming and comfortable your eyes started drooping as you walked over.

You plopped down on top of Azriel, cuddling closer to his chest and wrapping your arms around him. After a long week of working, you could not imagine a better way to unwind than a nap date. 

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[solarisfortuneia]

— glimpses of life.

misc. scenarios with them. (ft. diluc, childe, kaeya, kazuha and xiao.)

diluc ragnvindr.

“diluc, can we please, please go to starsnatch cliff today?” you plead on one fine day, tugging at his sleeve.

never one to deny your requests and always one to indulge your whims, he glances at his desk. “well, I am done with a considerable amount of work, so i don't see why we can't.” he kisses your temple and lightly pats your head. “we’ll go after lunch, beloved.”

you cheer, a sparkle in your eyes, and a million flowers bloom in his heart; an ever-growing garden.

true to his words, he takes you there later that day. while you take pleasure in the view and the feeling of the wind, he relishes in your smile and the pure, unbridled joy you exude. he's seen a thousand views over the years, but he knows nothing will ever come close to the one in front of him.

“diluc, look.” you call his name, and he lifts up a hand in acknowledgement. “look at what i found!”

he walks over with a curious expression on his face. you gesture to the flower in your hand, and he looks at it, confused, brows knitted. “my apologies, my heart, but i believe that’s just a cecilia?”

you shake your head with a mysterious smile dancing on your lips. “no, no, look closely, this one’s special.”

he runs his eyes over it again, analyzing the color, the shape of the petals and the green of the leaves. “it looks exactly like the others, my love.”

you sigh, dramatically looking at the sky. “no, my dear darling diluc, this one’s different from the rest,” you meet his eyes once more, and he sees mischief dancing in them. “it’s different because—” you drag it out for as long as you can. he raises an eyebrow at your familiar dramatics. “—this one right here, is the one i think would look the best in your hair.” he coughs in surprise, not expecting that answer and your grin almost splits your face in two.

“it would look quite delightful against the red, wouldn’t it?” you press on.

“whatever you say, beloved.” he tries his best to keep his expression neutral, but his voice wavers. you grin wider

“come closer, then! let me put it there for you.”

he leans over, allowyou to secure it in place behind his ear. “well, what do you think?” he looks at you, fondness swimming in crimson eyes.

“beautiful.” the one-word response takes him by surprise and a blush spreads over his face. “diluc, you’re starting to look like your hair now. you're very cute, aren't you?”

he groans, head in his palms. “whatever will i do with you?”

“love me, hopefully.” that he does, with all of his heart. 

and many moons later, you find the same flower carefully pressed and preserved between the pages of his journal. a tiny heart proudly adores the caption: a gift, from my beloved.

childe.

the day began perfectly. the sky was clear, the sun was shining, and a periodic breeze blew throughout the harbor. and it stayed that way, until childe decided it was a great day for a sparring match.

it was fine in the beginning; you were able to keep up. however, seeing as you lacked his inhuman stamina and thirst for battle, your energy drained far quicker.

after a long—too long in your opinion— session, you crumple onto the ground, exhausted beyond measure.

“come on, sweetie, you can do better than that!” he says, playfully spinning his weapon. “what happened to all that spirit i saw earlier today?” he kneels down next to you. “let’s go for another round, shall we?”

“no thanks,” you grumble. “i’m perfectly fine here. the ground and i are friends now.”

“aww,” he adopts an expression of mock disappointment, then chuckles. “although, i must admit, you really were commendable today.”

he stands up and offers you a hand. “let’s head back, i’m dying for something refreshing.”

“fine.” you huff. you take his hand and get up with a groan. you expect him to let go after you’re situated securely on your feet, but he tightens his grip and shoots you a bright grin instead.

and in spite of your exhaustion, you return it almost instantaneously.

as you walk to your destination together, he swings your intertwined hands over and over again, chattering away, and you can’t help but think that maybe the day wasn’t so bad after all.

kaeya alberich.

the long, grueling day left you an equally unpleasant souvenir to deal with: a horrible, awful headache.

kaeya, perceptive as ever, notices the minute you step through the door.

“are you okay, sweetheart?” he holds your face in his hands, concern written all over his expression.

you nod, slowly. he raises an eyebrow and gives you a long, serious glance. you correct yourself. “terrible headache. i feel like something a horse left behind.”

he chuckles lightly. “oh, my poor sweet baby,” he coos. “let’s get you something to alleviate the pain, shall we, dearest?”

he gathers pillows and blankets and makes a soft, cuddly pile for you to rest in. once he helps you settle in, he wraps you up in one of the blankets. “there we go,” he strokes your hair. “close your eyes and relax, i’ll make something warm for you.”

and make something warm he does. once you open your eyes after a half hour, you find a plate of your favorite food awaiting you.

“say ah.” a spoon enters your field of vision.

“kaeya! you don’t have to feed me!” you pout at him. “i can do it myself,”

he hums, “i know, but i want to. now,” he brings it closer to your lips. “hurry up and eat before it gets cold.”

a warm belly and an hour later, your head rests in his lap while he massages your forehead. “does that feel good?” his long, lithe fingers rub circles into your temples and gently press the bridge of your nose.

“like heaven.” you smile, “i feel much better now. thank you,” you motion with your hands. “for everything.”

“i’m always at your service, my angel. and i do it with pride.”

kaedehara kazuha.

“oh dear, it appears that our timing may have been off,” raindrops fall onto his outstretched hand, and he looks up at the cloudy sky.

“don’t worry,” you smile at him, “i’m sure i have an umbrella here with me.”

“or,” he catches your wrist before you can reach for your bag and intertwines your fingers. “we could forego the umbrella entirely, and enjoy the rain in all its glory?”

you look at him sideways, “kazuha, i love you very much, but this idea of yours could make us fall sick.”

“my lovely blossom,” he brings your hand up to place a featherlight kiss, fleeting, delicate and gentle. “if you were to fall ill, I promise you that without a shadow of a doubt, i would be by your side the whole time.”

“and what about you?”

“me?” he laughs, carefree, airy, and so very endearing, sound melding beautifully with the pitter-patter of the rain. “i’d say a small cold is worth a few moments of absolute freedom, wouldn’t you agree?”

his eyes are eager and pleading, and you cannot find the heart to deny him of his request. a grin tugs at the ends of his mouth, and you know that he knows exactly that.

“fine,” you nod your head, fighting off a smile of your own. “i suppose we could, just this once.”

“thank you, dearest.” he tugs you closer to his chest. “now, listen closely, or you might miss it.”

you strain your ears, concentrating very hard on your surroundings. at first, all you can hear is falling water, which soon gives way to chirping birds and crickets, a harmonious symphony that seems to have been tailor made just for the both of you.

“it would be a shame to let this music go to waste,” he says, bowing, “would you do me the honor of a dance, starlight?”

he pulls you out from under your temporary shelter and twirls you round and around until you’re laughing, and he is too.  your feet move in erratic motions, yet rhythm thrives in every single step. droplets trickle down both your bodies, weighing down your clothes and hair, but you pay it no mind.

and there, with him, a blur of red against the grey sky and trees of jade and olive, you think of exactly how blessed you are to have him with you.

xiao.

another week, another random disappearance. xiao looks at you suspiciously as you make an almost unbelievable excuse. “i need to go to the harbor to check if my shipment of inazuman ore has arrived,” you tell him as you fail miserably in hiding a note behind your back.

“i need to check if granny shan’s made the kites i asked her to,” another poor excuse.

he remembers every aspect of your mercantile business that you’ve told him about so far, and he knows full well that the shipment you’re speaking of arrived last month, and he knows that the kites have been delayed by another three weeks because of a priority order, yet he says nothing.

this constant cycle continues for over a month, and he stays silent each and every time, opting to give you space and not step over the threshold of your privacy. after all, you had your life, didn't you? he didn't share every aspect of his own with you, and in his view, you shouldn't be expected to either.

so he leaves it be.

until one day, he hears a faint call of his name in the wind. he recognizes the voice almost instantaneously and he teleports there just as fast. he sees you, leg stuck under a huge rock and a cart overturned on the side of the path.

“what in the name of rex lapis were you trying to accomplish?” he asks, after he’s freed you.

“nothing!” you shake your head, slowly rotating your ankle. “i was just heading back to the inn.”

he raises an eyebrow, but accepts it nevertheless. sighing, he kneels down. “is your leg alright?”

you nod. “don’t worry, the weight of the boulder wasn’t on my leg, i just couldn’t move it.”

he escorts you back to the inn, as reserved as the night, with not a single unnecessary word. only once the two of you are in your quarters does he shatter the silence.

“i have been observing you for days now,” his eyes are slightly narrowed. “what are you trying to do?”

you look down, awkwardly rubbing your neck. “this isn’t how i hoped to tell you but,” you reach for a small pouch. “this is for you.” you wait till he takes it and continue, “the reason i’ve been acting so strange lately is because i was having this made for you.”

he pulls the drawstring open and finds an amulet, made of the most delicately cut amber he’d seen till date.

“you know how amber helps to clear and cleanse negative energy?” you fiddle with your fingers, looking down at the ground. “i thought it might help you with your karmic debt. it symbolizes good luck in battle too.”

he makes a noise halfway between a snort and a grunt. “my karmic debt is not your responsibility.” he turns it around. “besides, we adepti have no need for such a trinket.”

you smile. “i know. think of it as a way to assure my peace of mind?”

“hmph.” he looks away. “fine. if that is what you wish.” his face softens. “thank you for thinking of me.”

“i’m always thinking of you, xiao. especially when you’re out cleansing the land.”

red rises to his face. “tch. you truly have no respect for an adeptus and their skills.”

he says that, yet every time you see him, the amber amulet sits just below his collarbone, gleaming proudly in the light.

[acey-wacey]

i’m a newer twst fan and came across your account while scrolling through tumblr and really liked your first year “meeting their future children” hcs ! May i request the same for all of the dorm leaders ? Or just Malleus, Azul and Leona as they’re my fav dorm leaders ^^ its okay if not , i hope u have a good day/night regardless !

I love these headcanons and I have already planned out the baby names for all the characters future children!!!!

...

🐲 Malleus Draconia 🐲

It was late at night and you were taking your usual evening walk with Malleus.

The two of you walked in comfortable silence, admiring the scenery of the campus peacefully.

At least it was peaceful before a little girl ran up to you and hid behind your leg, closely followed by two older boys.

"Mama, tell Killian to stop being mean!" the girl cried.

"I barely even touched you!" the shorter boy replied.

"He's pulling on my horns!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Hey!" you yelled, quieting the children.

You were quite used to wrangling kids at this point *cough* Grim *cough* so it didn't take more than a stern look to make them behave.

"Who are you kids anyway? Where are your parents?"

The three kids looked at each other in confusion.

"You're right there, mama. If we're playing hide and seek, you're not very good at it," the oldest boy said, confused but playful.

You perked up upon realizing he called you Mama.

You also noticed just then how strikingly similar that boy looked to Malleus.

All three children had dark horns just like the dragon fae but the girl and youngest boy had a hair color and texture more similar to your own.

"They're... Our children?" Malleus questioned, amused.

It wasn't the weirdest magical phenomenon he had witnessed in his years but it was definitely the best to him, considering how you became very flustered at the prospect of having children with him.

"It seems our timelines have gotten muddled. Would you mind introducing yourselves?" Malleus bent down to look the children in the eye.

The oldest beamed and stood up tall.

"I'm Adonis, he's Killian, and Agape is the baby!"

"You're adorable!" You cooed, patting each of them on the head.

You didn't notice Malleus gazing at you lovingly, quite enjoying the quiet domestic moment.

That glimpse of the future fueled his fantasies for many dreams to come.

...

🐙 Azul Ashengrotto 🐙

It was more than a shock when Jade called you to come to the Mostro Lounge only to find Azul playing with two little girls.

He lit up when you walked in, only to curl in on himself in embarrassment.

"Y/N, this is Claire and Mia Ashengrotto," he shyly introduced the two girls who waved enthusiastically.

"Your little sisters?"

"Nope."

"Cousins?"

"Uh-uh."

"Nieces?"

"For Seven's sake! They're your daughters from the future, Y/N! Keep up!" Floyd interrupted, sick of Azul's bashfulness.

"Our... daughters?"

"Mum!"

The two girls jumped off of Azul's lap to run to you.

They each hugged one of your legs with the younger one jumping up for you to pick her up.

You obliged and bounced her on your hips while she giggled.

Azul's embarrassment only grew as you smiled so lovingly at the little girl that shared his hair color and the pudginess from his childhood.

He told you how much he wanted to meet the little girls again in the future, but he forgot that he had yet to ask you out.

...

🦁 Leona Kingscholar 🦁

It wasn't a great surprise to find Leona napping, but he wasn't usually joined by two little boys.

The boys woke up first and were delighted to see you.

"Imma!"

The older boy, who looked about 11, sat up and reached for your hand. You took it, though you were very confused.

"Abba already told us that you won't know who we are. I'm Amir! Arlow, introduce yourself."

The younger boy rubbed the sleep from his eyes and yawned, his baby fangs showing and reminding you of a certain other beastman.

"I'm Arlow. Hi, Imma."

You giggled at the sleepy little boy and sat down on the bed.

"So you are the children of me and Leona, I suppose?"

"Mhm."

"Wouldn't be the worst husband in the world, I guess."

"I heard that."

You were startled by Leona suddenly speaking.

He had one eye cracked open and a lazy smirk on his face.

"You wouldn't be the worst spouse either, Y/N."

He chuckled, leaving you a blushing mess.

You refused to let him fluster you too much so you retorted.

"Are you sure you would want to marry a nasty herbivore like me?"

"Wouldn't doubt it for a second."

You were about to sputter back a rebuttal but Amir interrupted you with a tug on your arm.

"Imma, stop flirting and come cuddle with us!"

"Yeah, Imma."

Leona smirked at you and snuggled into the bed, an arm around both boys on either side of him.

You laid down next to Arlow, who turned to snuggle into your shoulder.

You guessed it wouldn't be that bad to marry Leona, but only because you want to see Amir and Arlow again obviously.

[ozzgin]

Do you only write Hannibal lecter or do you also write for NBC Hannibal?

Yandere! Hannibal x Reader: The Grand Meal

Gather around for a short story in the spirit of Thanksgiving. You have been invited by Hannibal Lecter to a celebratory dinner, although unexpectedly barren of other guests. He will be entertaining you this evening, carefully describing each dish as he battles his own inner turmoil. (For extra immersion, I suggest listening to Bach's 'Sheep May Safely Graze')

Warning: Cannibalism and detailed gore. I'd advise against reading if you're squeamish. 

[Horror Masterlist]

He politely aids you in removing your coat, folds it over his forearm, and steps aside, expectantly. You glance at him, somewhat confused.

"Your bag, if I may."

"Oh, I...I was planning to bring it with me. I have my phone in it and all the essentials." you stutter, unsure.

Uh huh. Your etiquette seems to be lacking in certain areas. Nothing that cannot be chiseled. 

"You won't be needing it, I assure you." he extends his hand out, waiting. 

You hesitantly place the dark leather Pochette into his fingers. Hannibal has always been rather particular when it comes to decorum. You wouldn't want to upset him, especially given his generous invite to his Thanksgiving celebration. He'd heard your complaint of being alone during the holidays and he encouraged you to join him instead.

As you hurry behind him down the spacious hallway, you quietly marvel at the expensive, tasteful paintings sporadically adorning the walls. 

"I suspected they might be to your liking." He briefly peeks back at you with a faint smile on his lips. 

The heavy wooden doors creak open and your nostrils are quickly overwhelmed by the tempting smell of intricate dishes. You narrow your eyes, taking in the flavors. Once you finally look ahead, you notice that the table, although neatly decorated, consists only of two seats that have been prepared for dining. Two opposing seats, causing the whole setup to seem of ridiculous length. 

"Pardon my intrusion, but is anyone else attending?" You cannot contain your curiosity.

"Oh, no.  Not really." Hannibal pulls your chair outwards before departing to his own designated place. "It's you and me. Does that bother you?"

"I suppose it's cozier this way." You brush it aside with a chuckle. Better than being alone, you tell yourself.

He nods in agreement before settling down. He takes a moment to examine the table, confirming that everything is indeed in its proper place. A final, satisfied incline of his head.

"Allow me to introduce today's dishes. I don't want to keep you waiting for too long." He says as he remembers your earlier little gesture of delight. "It's a little bit of a scattered theme, if I am to be honest with you. I've drawn my inspiration from varied cuisines."

"I can see. How exciting!" You swiftly scan over the diverse plates, enthusiastic and hungry.

"The main course is over there. Balsamic-glazed oven baked ribs. I recommend a drizzle of cranberry sauce to go with it."

As he points to the dish, he can almost hear the dry crack of the bone. Abruptly, he's been taken back to the previous night, to his humble slaughter room - the meat needs to be fresh after all. Shears cut through the ribs with little resistance. The blades go around the thoracic cavity, contouring the ribcage. Once a proper opening has been made, he firmly grasps each side of the ribcage and nonchalantly lifts the bone flap, resting it over the face. 

Wait. He quickly digs through the skin and fat that had been shoved aside with the carcass, searching for the face of the victim. It's you. How delectable and surprising that you've wandered into such a recollection. Well, not quite a surprise that you've invaded his memories; from the very moment he met you he's been plagued by this indecent idea: How would you look on the dissecting table?

His musings are interrupted by the sizzle of the sparkling wine he's currently pouring in your glass. He finds himself back at the dining table, together with his favorite guest. You graciously thank him, and as he gazes over your features, he can't help but continue this game of imagination he's just spontaneously devised. Whoever had been carefully served for this occasion will be temporarily replaced during the theatrical retelling by you. And what a fine actor you'll be, even though you're not aware of it.

Alright, one must start from the beginning. He traces the edge of the autopsy table and inspects the drain just below your feet. He wouldn't want an incident. Would you be mortified if you'd learn your secretions and discharges leaked and clotted against the sieve? Don't worry, you'll be spared of such scenarios. He'd never willingly embarrass you like that. He softly presses the scalpel against your bare skin, going under each breast and stopping at the pubic bone. Now to trim the thick layers of fat sticking to the dermis. You're not making much of a mess, but then again it's a dream within his idle mind. A mischievous grin takes over his expression once he witnesses his clean work. The segments of skin detach smoothly, revealing your glistening, bloated organs. 

He already went over the ribs. That part has been covered. What comes next? His eyes rest on the most obvious: your intestines. Which reminds him...

"This one is a Middle Eastern dish. Stuffed intestines. You gently cut the membrane, like this." He demonstrates on a separate plate. "Don't worry about seeing some additional blood. Naturally there are many capillaries irrigating the walls, so you might open them up in the process. It quickly seeps into the mixture and adds a bit of a stagnant flavor to it, but it's merely noticeable."

You swallow dryly.

Back to the original matters. He searches for his scissors and cuts along the attachment tissue smoothly. Once the bowels have been freed, he fondles them into his hands, cupping them into place, and hurries to the nearby counter. The entrails collapse and spread onto the marble surface, like mischievous tentacles. He languidly eyes them. Do organs resemble their owner? Absurd question, really. Do they reflect one's health - that much is indubitable. Yet he can't help feeling that if presented with an endless row of viscera, he could, without hesitation, point and state which ones are yours. It's a mysterious confidence whose source he cannot pinpoint. You've always captivated him. Just when he thinks he's had you like an open book, you slip and slither between his fingers. Fitting.

What is it about you that preoccupies his mind to such degree? He turns back to the table and scans the remaining options. Your intelligence? The tool drawer opens and his fingers linger over the saw and skull chisel. Perhaps. But there's more to it, really. His analytical, rational self craves for more than what it can grasp. And what it lacks, well...

He pinches the visceral fascia and lifts the translucent membrane, with the same delicacy of unveiling a young bride, and reveals your heart, cold and still. There it is, the answer to everything. A transect to the vena cava near the diaphragm and the organ has been separated from the rest of the body. An angel with clipped wings. Holding it like this, he can almost discern the faintest throb, the fibrous muscle pressing into his skin. 

"And this?"

He purses his lips, taken aback by his own rudeness. Has he been zoning out in plain sight?

"I'm afraid I don't follow."

"The dish, I mean."

He follows the direction of your stretched out index. Ah.

"Heart stuffed with mushroom duxelle. Old English classic with a twist." 

"You sound like a professional chef", you respond as you laugh. "Is there anything you can't do?"

Is there? He considers it. Right before his revelation was discontinued by your inquiry - absolutely not your fault, the ill manners were his - he was wondering if he possesses the capacity to love you. He definitely prefers you over all of the people he's encountered in his life, and your behavior and way of thinking never ceases to make him curious. Yet love is a conclusion he cannot asses with certainty. 

He had hoped a vivisectionist approach would offer him concrete data, palpable reasoning, but his journey only reinforced that some concepts must be tested outside of pure introspection. Or, as one would describe it colloquially, he has to take the bull by its horns. 

"By the way, what meat is this?" You have arranged yourself a platter with a little bit of everything, and just finished chewing a hearty bite. "Ox or something? It's very tender."

If Hannibal is to embark on his expedition of human feelings, he needs to reflect on his choices carefully. Or does he? Hmm. His methodical tactics are what caused this impasse in the first place. 

One can afford to give in, every now and then. How will you react to his self indulgence? He rests his head on the back of his intertwined hands and stares at you with a determined look. 

"Human."