#nana x husky

[reimiart]

ハグ ！！🌟🩷 drew Husky and Nana cuz they give me comfort 🥹

[youboredright]

Naughty Little Thing

(Nanami x reader smut)

What happens when Yn crosses the limits. Bad girls take time to learn lesson. Don't they?

Nanami Kento x reader

Warning : smut :)

Nanami is a very calm composed man until you get on his limits. And that's exactly what you did today. Play with his limits. Even after Nanami asked you not to go to the party, you lied and went there. Not only that to tease him further you wore one of the shortest body fitted dress to the party. Only to see how long Nanami can keep his calmness.

You expected Nanami to be angry and dominant the moment they reach home. But just as Nanami reached home he straight went to the guest room. You let out a sigh as you were needy and impatient. From the moment Nanami appeared in the party and drove you back, he did not speak a single word. A part of you really wanted him to punish you. But you guessed he will give a silent treatment.

As you were stripping down, with mind filled with disappointment, you flinched when you heard Nanami's husky deep voice. "Not only did you decide to disobey me but you also went there wearing my favourite panties." Before you could get a proper glimpse of Nanami, he pushed you on bed and pinned you. Nanami's shirt was half way opened and his tie hung loosely. You were excited but scared at the same time. Before you could think of anything Nanami kissed you. Soon he breaks it and starts to breath heavily. "Nanam- ahh" Nanami roughly moved your chin and started kissing your neck. You wanted to open Nanami's pant so bad.. But your hand was tied to the bed.

Nanami got up after making a pop sound "Did you think you could touch. Nope naughty little thing" within a blink of eye Nanami tore you underwears. Going down Nanami slapped your clit.“You’re so wet already? You are..” His words trailed off as he stuffed two fingers inside. He slowly starts to pump his fingers in and out "Nanami.. faster" You whined.

Just by hearing your grunts, whines and groans Nanami was getting hard. He starts curling his fingers to find your weak spot inside you. And then he hits the right spot that always makes you see stars. "Kento yes rig-ht there. Oh- fuck I will- am ah" Your moans starts to get louder. Just as you were about to cum Nanami stops and looks directly in your eyes. You look at him with tears in your eyes, whinning "oh wh-y di-d you .." Without breaking the eye contact Nanami starts to lick clean his fingers. Just by seeing him licking his fingers dripping with your own cum makes you wet again.

"Open your mouth" Like a good girl you are, you obey his instruction and open your mouth. He lifts your face by your chin and splits in your mouth. Without thinking twice you swallow his split getting a taste of yourself. And then you open your mouth wide to show him you have swallowed it. Nanami let's out a groan of satisfaction. "Shit that's a good little girl." You look at Nanami full of lust as he starts opening his pants. You have missed this so much. Within a few seconds Nanami pushes his dick deep inside you. "Ah Nana-" You moan out loud when he without warning pushed his full length inside you.

"Tell me who makes you feel this good" "You ah..on-ly you s-sir" "I didn't hear that louder" "You!-" "LOUDER, I want the neighbours to know" He raised his voice. He was right, because turning to the side you saw the windows open. He wanted everyone to know. At this point you were screaming because of how good it felt when Nanami fucked your brains out. "Oh- Nana- mi I am goi-ng to.." "I know" his deep voice with groans makes you want to cum now. He started pounding harder hitting the right spot which made you clutch around him harder. He let out a groan "fuccck". " too much..ah-" before you could finish your sentence, you rolled your eyes and came. Soon after few thrusts Nanami came inside you.

There was a silence. But before you could fully get normal Nanami roughly kissed you. "Did you think we are done?

Bad girls need time to learn lesson."

At that moment you realise what you have gotten yourself into.

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Happy Halloween guys!!

[lawqual1ty]

Hey, Law... (FEM! Law x FEM! Reader)

Pov: You decide to begin your journey as a pirate which ends up making you meet quite an interesting girl... You don't think much of it until fate drags you back on the same path...

This is written as if it was a sort of letter directed towards Law mixed with some flashbacks.

I just watched Nana and got inspired to write this lol, hope you guys like it!

This fic will have a part two!

Warning: Sort of spoilers for Nana and One piece, curse words, a bit of ooc Law(?)

Hey, Law... Do you remember how we first met? I wouldn't be surprised if you had forgotten by now... It happened a while ago yet I still remember it as bright as day...

I remember I had just begun my journey as a pirate, I began at a place where not many people would say it's a good start since for many it's a middle point yet there I was... Besides if I had grown on the grand line I might as well start there right...? I was walking around looking for some supplies and other things that might help me out on my new journey since I didn't have much of a clue on how to start, at the time I didn't know but you were also there together with some significant faces I would get to meet later on...

"Excuse me but where can I find a library?" I asked one of the locals for directions, a library was a good start since in there I could find some maps and books of the grand line and new world if I was lucky enough. The small old man pointed towards the main train of Shabondy and I smiled softly at him muttering a quick thank you before heading off towards the train.

I waited in the station for it to arrive with a bit of impatience, I looked around trying to understand the people that surrounded me and immediately found you... A rather tall girl that seemed to be in her own world, you didn't even look back at me you just kept on silently waiting for the train just like me. I couldn't help but stare in that moment, you were pretty attractive and mysterious... It got my curiosity peaking that I didn't even notice that you had turned to look at me with a slight frown.

"Uh... Do you need anything?" Your voice caught me by surprise, it was nothing like what I had imagined you had a low husky voice that matched perfectly with your style. I blushed immediately and shook two apologetic hands in front of me.

"Oh gosh no sorry about staring..." I felt so dumb in that moment, yet all you did was let out a soft chuckle.

"No need to apologize."

"No really! I shouldn't have" I tried to make quick excuse, after all I was a tad bit ashamed of myself in that moment. "It's just... You're pretty dashing have they ever told you that?"

"I'm sorry" you answered quickly not even looking back at me "But I'm not into woman..."

My eyes widened at your comment, it was unexpected yet it didn't make me uncomfortable much rather I laughed taking you by surprise although I didn't quite notice.

"Why would you assume I was going that way??"

"And why are you laughing...?!" Your voice sounded so confused yet somewhat relieved as you spoke, where you happy I didn't see you that way at the start? I had no clue yet I was enjoying that interaction way too much to actually ponder deeper into your reactions.

I stopped laughing as soon as the train arrived, both of us made our way onto the train almost side by side. I checked my ticket for my seat and started walking towards it not noticing that you had not left my side at all... I looked over at my side as soon as I arrived to my seat finding myself with your dark greyish eyes. I flinched a bit yet I managed to smile in a sort of friendly yet teasing manner.

"Didn't you say you weren't into woman...?" I spoke with a bit of a playful smirk yet your expression didn't waver at all.

"My seat is next to yours..." You answered bluntly as you pointed to what was your seat on the train. My eyes followed your finger until your seat with a bit of shock, I immediately smiled as I turned to look at you.

"Ah, that means we'll be sitting together!"

"I suppose so..." Your voice lowered a bit much to the excitement of mine. I immediately made my way over to the side so that you could enter your seat before I took my own.

The trip wasn't exactly meant to last long but almost as if destiny had wanted for us two to keep at each others path there had been a lot of issues that dragged the trip on. We didn't specifically started off as chatty, you were cold and analytical, every interaction you partaked in was measured to a degree, but I didn't know that at the time... All I knew was that I was curious about you and your mysterious nature that seemed so drawn away from me at that point.

I took it upon me to start chatting with you although it wasn't hard for a conversation to start... If anything you started it, I don't know if you remember that...

"It seems the train is facing some issues..."

"Pardon?" I didn't want to admit it in that moment but I was so drawn by you that I didn't even hear you the first time, luckily you didn't take it the wrong way at all.

"We haven't moved..." You spoke gently as you looked out the window, I followed your eyesight confirming what you had said previously. We hadn't moved much since the main station which was unusual considering where we were. I couldn't help but pout a bit.

"Eh... Guess you're right..." I sighed softly and let myself lean back on my seat, you looked over at me with curiosity in your eyes.

"You were rushing somewhere...?"

"Hm?" I looked over at you with wonder. I smiled softly. "Oh, no... I just was a bit impatient to begin my journey I didn't believe I would start off so badly..."

I remember how you tilted your head to the side with a questioning gaze, almost a tad bit judgemental if I say so myself. "Your journey...?"

I nodded with a proud smile on my lips. "Yeah, I'm going to become a pirate and have great adventures, maybe make some friends too!"

I didn't know what you were thinking in that moment, you probably were shocked by the fact I didn't recognize you and just out loud said that I wanted to be a pirate in front of what at that point was one of the members of what was known as 'the worst generation' but yet... You hummed softly, a soft smile gracing your lips.

"A pirate...?"

"Mhm!"

"Don't you think that's a bit of a violent path for someone like you?"

"Hmph, it's only violent if you decide it as such..." I hugged my bag with a bit of a frown "I don't need to harm people or kill them... I just need to explore and learn a long the way in my own terms..."

The way you laughed at my small comment made my heart turn ablaze... It wasn't because it was unusual to hear you laugh but much rather because it...was your lips and mouth the one producing it. Although you were laughing at me I didn't mind, I just enjoyed being with you and making you smile... I thought it was normal at the time but I was so wrong... I wish I had realized that sooner...

I still don't know whether it was because of your company or because of the ambiance but I hadn't even realized at the time how long the trip had dragged on for... I just felt so comfortable chatting with you, you would listen to me yapping on and on about my dreams and the different people I had met with a soft smile on your lips, those rosy characteristic lips that spilled magic every time they opened... You were, still are, so straight forward with what you liked and what you wanted which was rare for someone like me who always switched from one thing to another...

"I just want to aid as many people as I can..." You said ever so softly, the characteristic sound of the can of beer opening interrupting your words with a soft tsk. I looked over at you from the top of my can of beer as I took a sip out of it, your words sounded so heroic... I didn't know who you were at that point for me you were just a stranger that had somehow up put with my shit and even willingly told me about your own shit.

I gulped down the sip I had been taking before gently smiling at you. "That sounds like a good reason to travel..."

"you think?"

"Yeah!" I beamed "I wouldn't be capable of doing it for one... So I really admire that about you!"

Your smile at that moment is still implanted in my mind, it was sort of... Bittersweet, almost as if you had remembered something or... someone, I'm still not sure who or what it was... Hey, Law, have you ever thought of telling me...? The mystery that held your brave, broken heart in chains...? The past that made you whither like a beautiful rose...? It didn't seem like it at the time but I'm not mad about it... Much rather it makes me admire you more.

It wasn't long before the train finally reached what, as funny as destiny is, was our destination... We, together with other passengers, got off our seats and onto the exit. I didn't want to end our meeting there yet I didn't even know if you felt the same

"Why bother...?" Was what I thought to myself as I got my bag and headed to the exit of the train together with you, you didn't even take any bag out, only your giant sword which you told me was named Kikoku. It struck me as odd yet I didn't think much of it... It was rather cute how you hugged that sword constantly.

We both stepped out of the train, I was about to say goodbye to you when I suddenly noticed two guys and a Polar bear walking up to you, you turned your back on me that time and headed over towards them.

"Captain!" One of the guys with an orca hat yelled out before saluting you.

"Captain...?" I tilted my head to the side as I watched the scene play out, both the Polar bear and the other guy with a penguin hat followed the orca guy in saluting you. You didn't even budge.

"Everything is ready to head to the Auction house!" The Polar bear yelled out.

"Perfect then let's get going..."

"Aye aye Captain!"

I was taken aback by the scene in front of me... My mind didn't fully processed what had happened until I saw our surroundings... Everyone was looking at you with fear in their eyes, some even wanted to pounce on you but didn't budge due to their will to live.

Hey, Law...

When were you going to tell me you were a pirate...?

[plusanimablog]

Chapter 13: Husky's Depression

Ignas is walking in the kingdom, thinking probably racist thoughts until his friend Frye pops up behind him, calling him "Iggy".

Frye came to check in on him since the whole "we got kitchenware instead of swords" thing has apparently become public knowledge. In actuality, Ignas tried to keep it secret but Frye found out because he's..."special". Ignas lets slip that +Anima were involved and this gets Frye's interest. He talks about Cooro, Nana, Senri and Husky and Frye, despite knowing about Ignas' issues with Kimunkles, tells him he shouldn't be prejudiced against Animas. Ignas then goes full Astaria History X by ranting about how in the past, all Kimunkle were +Anima and +Anima are still being born in Astaria, proving that the +Anima are invading the kingdom's bloodline.

Frye basically goes "Yes, and?", saying that +Anima power needs to be accepted. Ignas just dismisses him as easygoing as they sit together platonically (maybe). However...mental images show that Frye knows who Cooro is...

Back to our group. Husky is catching fish and Senri is pressing flowers. Nana's bathing while they do all of that. Nana twirls around in her new clothes and Husky decides to put on his best Based behavior, saying that only a girl would make them wait for that.

Anyway, wash time. Cooro and Senri go off to bathe while Husky stays behind to rest. Nana notes that Husky never bathes but he never stinks either and his skin is so clear...this obviously means Husky must be a girl.

Revelation aside, the group travel to a town where they look at a map. Nana double downs on her "Husky's a girl" theory, saying he never washes with the others so he must be washing at night to cover up his girly bits. Cooro spots some stores and wants to go so Husky just lets him, designating the map as the meeting spot. He thinks to himself that he wants to be alone and Nana sees her chance...

Husky goes off by himself and looks at some jewels. Nana watches him secretly and thinks that obviously boys aren't interested in jewelry so point three, bitch! Husky spots her giggling like a creep and asks her what does she want. Nana asks him if he has a secret.

His obvious tell makes it clear he very much does. Then again, he exposes her cold-reading ass by pointing out that everyone has secrets. Nana drops the subtlety a bit by saying that, as a girl, Husky can tell her stuff that he can't tell Cooro or Senri. Freaked out, Husky tries to get away. Nana follows, trying to get him to try on dresses and style his hair. At his limit, Husky accuses Nana of trying to make fun of him and runs off, saying he hates girls. Ultimate Ally Nana is then approached by Cooro and Senri who asks what that was all about. Nana then says that Husky is a girl.

(After saying Husky can trust her with things and knowing that he was keeping it secret, she spills the beans. She's lucky she's young because I would write her off on principle otherwise.)

Anyway, Nana hypothesizes that Husky's dudebro misogyny is a cover for his "real" gender identity. Cooro points out he used to work as a mermaid princess...but then again, Husky has explicitly told him he's a boy. Nana points out that it's weird he would have to go through the trouble of saying that (It's not like cis people are born with naturally androgynous looks so they have to establish their gender all the time in real life and presumably in-universe, right?). Nana goes further down the fake ally hole by declaring if Husky won't come out, she'll expose him by force.

(You're testing me, child...)

Husky flashes back to his childhood where people said...the same shit Nana is saying now, saying he's slender and delicate like a girl. Then they start bullying him, telling him to wear a skirt if he's gonna go out...

Husky is sitting on barrels, stewing in his freudian excuse as some guys come up and start to flirt with him. When the group catches up with him, he's beating them up with his stick. The group breaks it up as Senri runs in to snatch him up and runs off with him. When they're alone, Nana tells him that she told him her biggest secret (how she became an +Anima) so...she uses her ultrasound to knock him out and put him in a dress while he's unconscious.

FUCK IT, I TRIED. I WAS AN ADULT. I GAVE HER THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT. I HATE NANA NOW. FUCK HER AND HER UGLY ASS WINGS.

Husky literally has to check if his bottoms were left untampered with before turning to Cooro and telling him to strip (I'm so mad that I can't even make a joke about that). Then Husky himself gets naked to prove he's a guy. Why did Cooro have to join? For reference. Nana is stunned, asking if he's a guy, why doesn't he bathe with the guys? Nana let an itsy-bitsy detail escape her: HUSKY IS LITERALLY FISHING FOR THEIR MEALS MOST OF THE DAY. The chapter ends.

[byuntrash101]

PARAPHILIA - Part 8

Pairing: Dom!Baekhyun x You

Genre: EstablishedRelationship!AU, smut

Tags: very strong dom behaviour, CNC (consensual non consensual, OC agreed to it prior), ignoring safe words, death threats, bounding, blindfold, deepthroat, name calling, degradation, after care (a lil' bit)

Raiting: +18 (21+ and i'm serious this time)

Word count: 3.5k

Summary: Your boyfriend Baekhyun is a complete freak. And he prepared the perfect little surprise for you.

A/N: Hi my lovelies 💖! Brace yourselves because this one is ⭐INTENSE⭐. Please read the tags and make sure you are okay with what's to come. Cause it gets real pretty fast. Don't read if you are sensitive with these kind of topics. And if you are hesitant just remember that OC is okay with it. But please spare yourselves from this one if you don't like it. That being said this one was one of my favourite chaoter to write because I'm just fucked up 😹 also I like to think this one is Baëk.

Reminder: everyone, take care and practice safe sex. Never disregard your partner's safe word and be respectful. -Cat 😺

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Paraphilia #8: Biastophilia, forcing yourself on someone without consent, possibly as roleplaying too.

N O M E A N S Y E S

"Bye see you on Friday" Jeehyun says waving to you as she sets the alarm of the store. Only the two of you were left as you spent all evening doing inventory, which you hated with a burning passion.

You sigh as you adjust your coat, it's late summer and you can feel the cool wind of fall brushing against your cheeks.

You walk to the underground as you parked your car a little far today. By chance you don't even have to wait and hop on the subway the second you get there. As you sit in the empty subway train you search your purse for your headphones but instead your fingers brush past a folded paper note.

"Don't forget:

- Lemon

I love you

Baekhyun."

You knew what this note was for and what these words meant. The thought sends shivers down your spine, you look around already on edge for what your boyfriend had prepared for you.

You get off at the next stop, carefully stepping on the subway platform, the station is deserted at this late hour. You take the stairs and head to the nearby parking lot where you parked your car this morning.

You quickly enter the car and sigh deeply, relieved. The empty streets make you feel uneasy, if someone jumped on you, there would be no one to hear you scream. But it is okay now, you are safe in your car.

Right there you feel a warm breath brush the nape of your neck. You stiffen in your seat. You hear the clicking of the safety lock of a gun. Your breathing gets heavier. You feel the cold gun metal against the back of your head.

"If you say anything, I'll pull this trigger and you'll be dead Princess." A cold husky voice states from the back seat. You breathe deeply, your heart racing in your chest.

"You are going to be a good girl and hand me over the keys of the car".

Without protesting you reached for the keys in your purse and handed them to the man without turning around.

"Good girl. Now we're going to switch seats. Get out the car and don't try anything sketchy. Alright?" he says, pressing the barrel of the gun against your head. You nod slowly. With a trembling hand you reach for the door handle and head out.

The man also gets out his gun still pointed on you; he wears a hood which entirely conceals his face.

"Sit there, princess" he says, pointing to the backseat. You do as you are told. He then rips out 2 Colson rings and tights your ankles and wrists with them. The sharp plastic digs into your skin, which makes you wince in pain. He pushes you and you fall onto your side, laying on the backseat of your car. Then he places a tote bag over your head.

"Good girl, now stay put we're going on an adventure"

You can't see anything, but you hear him get on the driver's seat and take his hood off. Then the roaring of the engine and you feel the car moving.

The drive feels like centuries to you. You try to squirm to loosen off of your restraints but you can't, they are too tight. You feel panic submerging your mind. What is he going to do to me? You think in terror as horrible scenarios cloud your head.

Suddenly, the car stops.

"Don't move princess or I will hurt you. You know I will." Says the deep voice.

You remain as still as possible when you hear the back door open and feel the cold wind rush inside the car and up your skirt. You feel a cold hand resting on your ankle. Your back instantly stiffens. You hear the sound of cutting plastic then you feel your feet being released.

"Ok now missy you are going to follow me"

The man harshly pulled on your arm and you got up, still unable to see anything. He leads you inside a building, you hear a heavy door closing behind you. He takes you upstairs and throws you on a mattress on the ground. You breathe heavily and shiver.

"Shhh, don't be scared little kitten. It's ok. Everything will be fine but you have to promise me that you won't do anything stupid."

The man gently lays his hands on your head over the bag, trying to be reassuring but the coldness of his tone only makes the lump in your throat thicker.

"Ok now baby, I'm gonna take the bag off your head if you promise you won't scream or try to run anywhere"

You nod, petrified.

"Ok, and just as a reminder..." he harshly presses the barrel of his gun onto your cheek, the thin fabric of the bag didn't conceal the coldness of the metal. Just after that he pulls up the bag and you can finally open your eyes. You blink your eyes a few times, trying to chase away the blur.

The room is completely empty apart from the mattress you are sitting on. It looks like the place was deserted many years ago. You feel uneasy under the single wavering light of the room. The man leans in, forcing you to meet his eyes with the end of his gun and finally you look at his face. White hair dangling in front of piercing brown orbs, a pouty pair of pink lips, a mole on his cheek...

A wicked smile spreads on Baekhyun's face. You look so cute looking back at him with such fear in your eyes. He bites his lip looking at your doe eyes. He had seen this expression countless times on your pretty face but it was the first time he saw it in these conditions.

Under this ominous light, in this abandoned building in the middle of nowhere, where nobody will hear you scream when you will call for help. And especially it was the first time he was seeing your delightfully terrified expression at the end of his gun.

Baekhyun stands and licks his lips as he looks down on you and thoroughly enjoys the power he holds over you in this moment.

As you look up at him you see how delighted he is. Seeing him wearing this familiar predatory smile gives you goosebumps. You rub your thighs together ever so slightly as you feel this thrilling sensation spread to your core.

"Now princess, I'm going to cut the colson ring off your wrists and you will remain like this and behave."

You nod again. Still subtly squirming to rub your thighs.

Baekhyun kneels down and takes out of his jeans a pocket knife with which he cuts off the restraints. Instinctively you rub your painful wrists.

Baekhyun forcefully grabs your chin and cheeks in his long slender fingers, scrunching your face. He looks at you with hungry eyes.

"You really are beautiful, aren't you?" he says with wet lips sparkling under the single light.

He then releases you and gets back up again. Once more he points the gun at you.

"Strip for me" he says coldly.

You whimper as a response, not wanting to go that far.

"I said..." he shoves the gun onto your cheek "strip for me princess"

You shiver and execute yourself. With trembling hands, you go to unbutton your white blouse. You shake so much that you have trouble unfastening the small pearly buttons. You barely manage to do one.

Baekhyun sighs in impatience. As he briefly sets the guns aside, he kneels down, firmly grips the soft fabric and pulls violently on your blouse, sending the buttons flying all over the room. You can't help but to let out a scared scream as you cover your white lace bra.

Baekhyun chuckles coldly as he gets the gun back.

"I told you not to fucking scream, didn't I?" he says anger showing throughout his deep voice.

"I'm sorry" you quietly say in a whisper.

"Don't fucking do that again! You understand?" his yelling makes you shiver, your chest tightens as the fear rises once again. You nod vigorously, with your eyes shut tight.

"Now baby, be a good girl and remove your hands" he says pointing at your hands laid over your chest to hide your bra.

Slowly you removed your hands, exposing yourself to your depraved boyfriend.

"Continue and take everything off"

You didn't want to anger him again so you did as you were told. You roll your skirt off your legs and are left in only your white lingerie set.

Baekhyun looked at you very attentively. As you showed more skin he felt his manhood waking in his pants. His bulge demanding to be let out by furiously pushing against the fabric of his jeans. To calm it down Baekhyun resorted to gently stroke it over his pants with his free hand.

You see you have effect on him, and this has effect on you too. You feel a slimy sensation in between your legs. You reach around your back and unclasp your bra. Your beautiful perky boobs bounce out, making Baekhyun look at you in wonder.

Slowly you reach down to the matching white lace panties and slide them off your legs. Leaving you completely naked, sat with your legs together on the side of you. Only for Baekhyun to admire.

He crouches down to you; with the gun he pushes one of your knees to the side signaling you to spread your legs for him. You take another deep breath, your heart loudly pounding against your ribs. And you comply. Slowly you spread yourself right before his very eyes.

Baekhyun is in a sort of trance. He is mesmerized by your beautiful pink folds glistening under the light. Such a beautiful view. He tells himself. He licks his lips, his white shiny teeth sparkling in the dark room, an evil twinkle in his eyes as he completely drinks in your fragile form.

Baekhyun has had enough of this teasing and can't wait any longer. He whips his raging boner out of his jeans and immediately starts to stroke it. Still holding the weapon he walks to you.

"Suck me off" he says in a deep grunt cupping your cheek with one hand and pressing the barrel to your temple with the other one. Everytime the cold metal touches your skin it sends a shot of adrenaline through your veins, making your breath itch, your heart race and your pussy throb...

With eyes closed shut and frowned brows you open your mouth. He pushes his precum pearling cock past your lips, instantly filling your mouth up. He grunts loudly, his hand drifting from your cheek to entangle his long fingers with your hair. You feel the burn of your lips stretching to accommodate his girthy cock. He goes in and out of your mouth at a leisurely pace. He lets out loud groans as he pleasures himself using your tongue and throat.

Tears start to form and run down your cheeks as well as the juices of your very anticipating pussy that start to run down your thighs. This situation scares you and the terror turns you on. You are not better than Baekhyun. You are just as much of a disturbed freak.

Baekhyun pushes hard on your head with his free hand making sure your nose hits his lower stomach, passing well over the back of your throat. It takes everything you have to control your gag reflex. Your throat trying its hardest to reject Baekhyun's thick meat rod.

"Look at me princess" He commands with his sweet words but cold as ice tone. Your watery eyes find their way to his lust filled ones. He smirks back at you, using the gun to brush away a stand of hair in your eyes. "Look at me while you choke on my cock"

Right there he tightens his grip around your hair and starts to thrusts with all his mighy into your mouth, fucking you face to his convenience.

"Fuck Princess, it's so good... Aaaah... I'll shape this pretty mouth to perfectly fit my cock" he says in a breath in between grunts.

Instinctively your hand pushes on his hips to pull him out of your mouth as you are in desperate need of oxygen. But Baekhyun doesn't budge, he doesn't care, or rather, he likes it.

"Keep looking at me slut" He commands as he fucks your throat so deep you could swear you were feeling him all the way down to your stomach.

He grunts loudly and you feel him twitch against your tongue as a long moan escapes his sinful lips. With that Baekhyun pulls out abruptly. You gasp for air as long strings of thick saliva still link your swollen lips to his huge pulsing cock.

He then pushes you down on the mattress and makes you lay down. He crouches down looking at your drenched core. He brings the gun close to your entrance and coasts the barrel with your juices. The cold metal makes you yelp. If he was to pull the trigger right now... The fear this thought initiated in you makes your heart pound loudly as your pussy twitches in anticipation for more.

Baekhyun brings the gun to your nub and presses hard against it. You bite your lips as your aching clit is finally being touched.

"What a slut you are, getting this wet from having your face fucked"

He playfully rubs the barrel against your sensitive bud. Circling it skillfully. You bite the inside of your cheeks to restrain yourself from moaning as you arch your back.

"Is the slut going to cum at the end of my gun?" Baekhyun picks up the pace, smirking evilly at you, taking joy in seeing your face mixed with pleasure and fear.

But no, you can't, right? You can't cum to him? to this? You try your hardest but fail. It's just too much, too good, the cold and hard metal of the barrel pressed against your sensitive clit, the dexterous movements of Baekhyun, his cold eyes on you, the ominous wavering light... all that makes you lose control. Without a word, not even a gasp you cum with the gun pressed onto your sopping core. You only slightly tilt your head back biting hard on the inside of your cheeks.

Baekhyun doesn't fail to catch the signature twitching and throbbing of your orgasming pussy, which you can't conceal. He scoffs through a smirk.

"You really are a slut"

Your head is still tilted back and you only hear him remove his belt and his pants but the sound makes you look his way. When you look up he's already kneeling in front you, big fat cock in his hand, aligning himself with your entrance.

There you can't help but to protest. For the first time you speak to him.

"Please... I beg you don't do this!" you whisper looking at him with watery eyes as he hovers his body on top yours. He stops to look at you devilishly.

"Do what?" he asks with a grin. You are hesitant, scared of the word. Your heart races, threatening to give out at any time.

"Don't rape me please" you beg in a jerky breath, bottom lip trembleling.

His wicked smirk spreads even further on his face as he forcefully pushes himself into you in one single hard and painful thrust.

You scream, with everything that you got as his fat cock tears into you. You swing your feet and fists trying to push him out of you. But he doesn't budge. He's too strong for you. You are stuck, trapped. This feeling of helplessness turns you on even more.

Your tight little pussy feels so warm and good around him. Baekhyun has to close his eyes to keep himself from bursting right away.

"PLEASE NO!!" you yell as loud as you can, crying rivers of tears. Your screams scratch your throat, making it sore.

Baekhyun starts to move in and out of your warm pussy. Your pleads only make him hungry for more. You feel waves of pleasure irradiate your body. You hate yourself for actually enjoying his thick cock pumping inside you.

"I BEG YOU PLEASE!!" you scream again, still trying to push him off.

"Yes, that's it baby scream for me." he says in a grunt. He sounds like an animal.

You cry even more as you feel the pleasure growing stronger inside of you.

"HELP ME PLEASE!!"

"Yes baby, scream for help nobody can hear you anyway" he chuckles coldly.

He pinned down your wrists above your head with one hand, making it easier for him to speed up to ravage your needy little cunt.

Baekhyun slams himself with all of his might into you, making his dick reach the deepest part of you. The pain is unbearable as you see the visible bulge of his dick rearranging your guts and moving inside your stomach.

"Come on you fucking slut. Fucking scream for me" he says as he presses hard on your wrists making you moan in both immeasurable pleasure and pain. You scream loudly again, begging him to let you go.

He forcefully grabs your face again with his free hand and presses hard onto your jaw. You wince in pain.

"Take this fucking dick, kitten. Take this huge dick all the way up to your fucking pretty mouth" he says grunting, panting and moaning in between his words.

Baekhyun feels your walls tightening as he fucks you deep and hard. His dick starts to pulse, indicating that he is close to his release.

You too are close, and streams of tears won't stop rolling on your cheeks. Your makeup must be completely messed up by now. You probably look like a wreck.

"Lemon" you whimper as you feel the limit of your pain tolerance getting closer.

The safe word is supposed to be used when you feel too uncomfortable and Baekhyun is supposed to slow down, to take it down a notch as you clearly state that what's going on is too much for you.

But Baekhyun keeps on pounding into you like you absolutely have no saying in this situation. You start to struggle even more.

For a split second Baekhyun snaps out of character but doesn't stop fucking you.

"Baby I know you can be a strong girl and take me in. You know I fucking love to see you cry and squirm like this" You look at him with watery round eyes but nod. You know how he likes it and you take it upon yourself to let him fuck you however he wants.

Oddly, the feeling of having your safe word ignored lights a fire inside you. It's not an act anymore. It's real. You feel gushes of your juices coating your walls as you feel extreme arousal from being mistreated like this. From being raped by your own boyfriend. The knot in your stomach tightens again and you feel like anything could send you over the edge.

It is the same for Baekhyun as he saw for the first time true fear in your eyes. He slammed himself even harder making your tits bounce with each thrust.

You look at him, eyes full of tears and you scream uncontrollably.

"PLEASE DON'T CUM INSIDE ME" you plead once again.

"No can-do, missy. I'm going to fill up your little cunt with my hot cum kitten. I'll make you prégnant and force you to cum on this dick like the true slut that you are" he reaches around you and skillfully circles your swollen clit with his thumb as he smashes himself one last time. He can't help but to moan loudly at how good your tight little cunt feels around him as he delivers generous quantities of thick cum inside your needy pussy.

Him ignoring your pleads again and unexpectedly harassing your poor swollen clit sends you over the edge and you let go of the knot. You orgasm in a loud moan, your legs shaking irrepressibly. You gasp as the heavenly warm feeling wins over your entire body. You never had an orgasm this long and this intense before. You roll your eyes in pure bliss.

As you slowly ride out your high you hear Baekhyun pulling up his pants. You are left there drained and ruined on the mattress. Your legs are spread and your twitching pussy filled up to the brim is out in the open for Baekhyun to admire.

Baekhyun lays next to you.

"Baby you were such a good girl. You took me in like a champ. I'm sorry for not listening to the safe word but I was feeling so good and you looked so desperate... I couldn't stop." He said as he lovingly hugs you. You turn to face him and smile.

"It's okay. It was something new and I think I liked this feeling... but don't ever do that to me again Byun Baekhyun" you playfully hit him.

You both lay there for sometimes as he makes up for what he did in constant showers of love and kisses.

PARAPHILIA masterlist | General masterlist

A/N: I hope you are all still alive after all this. You know my concept is to go further and further into the kinks. The only reason I didn't put this kink last is because the very last one is more rare I would say... stay tuned for the last part. -Cat 😸

[lightsky03]

Hello everybody!

I wanted to tell you about a post that left me somewhat sad. The owner of the post criticized a scene from Hange and mainly the voice actress Park Romi in a very hateful way saying:

"I wish she actually read the manga and undestood the character or at least she stopped trying so hard to sound like she smoked 20 packs of cigarrettes"

I just found it very sad that that person despite being a Hange stan could not see the incredible performance of Park Romi and the dedication and love she has towards Hange.

So I wanted to do an appreciation post for Hange's voice and the amazing Park Romi.

Park Romi was asked at the 2015 Otakon at the Baltimore convention Center in Baltimore :

Fan: of all the characters of aot, is there someone you want to trade places with?

Romi-san: of all the characters? Hange. (with her hand on her heart) Hange Zoe. I love her. Hange zoe! (She was speaking in english btw)

One of my first favorite things about Hange was their voice.

I understood right away why Park Romi was chosen to voice Hange. Miss Romi is a seiyuu who has worked in the industry since 1995. In her career, most of her characters are strong and powerful women outside the typical stereotypes of Japanese voice actresses (tender, sweet, high-pitched voices).

Characters like Nana Osaki (Nana) Teresa (Claymore) Pakunoda (hunter x hunter) Alma (Radiant) They represent Miss Romi's career very well.

But one of the things that I like the most about Miss Romi being chosen for Hange is the great presence of male characters in her filmography. Edward Elric (FMA) Toshiro Hitsugaya (Bleach) Tao Ren (Shaman king) Ganta Igarashi (Deadman wonderland)

Park Romi's deep, low, husky and elegant voice not only demonstrates Hange's maturity and intelligence but also contributes even better to the free interpretation of Hange's gender.

(Also I personally find husky voices very attractive)

I have seen many people say that they don't like Hange's voice in the original language because it "sounds like an older woman" And I try to be respectful cause it's their opinion, but it really pissed me off. I don't see people complaining of how most woman in anime sound like 12 year old kids

😒😒

Anyway, just appreciate the seiyuus's performances. Many suffer from anxiety and health problems, all in order to do their job well and also for us to enjoy our anime. Isayama is present during the recordings and chose many of the actors. Please, appreciate all this work and be respectful.

[dangermousie]

I'm not the anon who asked 2ha...but can I ask the same question (top fav characters and fav moments) for one of your all time top 10 fav novels? Thanks....

Hi, I'm the anon who asked the ask above....If you don't mind can I just ask your top 10 fav books (fiction)? And why you love them? Thanks so much...Sorry if I ask again, I love reading your answers....

You're one of the rare person in tumblr (that I know of) that really dive in all kind of fandoms not just stick to one...and it's so refreshing....Thanks so much for your blog....Love it...🤩

Awww, thank you! I am gonna limit myself to one book (or one series) by an author or this list will be only Jorge Amado, Dorothy Dunnett and Erich Maria Remarque, and here are the ones that come to mind atm though the moment I click post, I bet I will go, I forgot X argh! No order and I am gonna do dozen because I am incapable of narrowing:

Erich Maria Remarque, Three Comrades - I have loved every Remarque novel that I've ever read (Night in Lisbon and Triumphal Arc especially) but nothing compares with Three Comrades to me - the friendship, the sense of the world utterly falling apart, and the discovery of love in this mess, but love that can only be doomed. That brutal, bleak, appallingly hopeless ending is something I can still recite word for word. There is nothing glorious or romantic about death, just ugliness and loss and the end of the world. Fuck. I am sniffling again.

Dorothy Dunnett, The Lymond Chronicles - this is my favorite set of novels ever. Smart, passionate, twisty, with amazing characters, feeling of being in another world and so much intensity and pain. (They are very different in most ways, but she and Meatbun are the only ones who've ever been able to eviscerate me utterly.) If I could pick more than one work by an author, her gorgeous, grim King Hereafter would also be on the list.

Jorge Amado, Teresa Batista, Home from the Wars - this is not his most well known novel (that would probably be Gabriela Cloves and Cinnamon or Dona Flor and Her Two Husbands, which are amazing) but it is my favorite. It reads like poetry and combines such utter horror (this book needs a trigger warning list the size of my arm) with such hope and strength of the main character.

Ivan Yefremov, Thais of Athens - I read it as a tween, glued the way I never was before. This is on the list because no novel transported me this hard to another world, this one an idealized version of Ancient Greece - this is the closest I've ever come to being in a time machine.

Emile Zola, Les Rougon-Macquart - this is a 20 novel series that encompasses both some super famous novels (Germinal, Nana) and some less known ones, but together it is such an incredible, thorough portrayal of second-half of 19th century France - its every facet, every class, every environment. The word "epic" gets thrown around a lot, but this is a unique case where it's deserved. It is full of screwed up characters and relationships as well as heroic ones, and I like some novels more than others but the whole thing is an insane achievement.

Leon Feuchtwanger, The Spanish Ballad - Feuchtwanger's most famous novel is Jew Suss, but my favorite is this story about the love affair between Spanish King Alfonso VIII and his mistress Raquel. The examination of passion versus ideals of glory is so good and it has my favorite concept of repentance and realization that comes too late. As Alfonso admits, to his confessor's horror, he loved Raquel "more than my immortal soul," but he left her to chase empty military glory (which he did not get, he was routed) not knowing his happiness was already within his arms and he realizes it will never come again...

Meatbun Doesn't Eat Meat, The Dumb Husky and His White Cat Shizun (2ha) -I am not going over it again since I've posted about it way too much but there is a reason this is the sole web novel on this list. It's a fucking masterpiece go read it blah blah.

Hilary Mantel, A Place of Greater Safety - this is a glorious, complex novel about the French Revolution that I loved enough to have scribbled quotes from it all over in my notebooks...

Stanislaw Lem, Return from the Stars - Lem's most famous work is probably Solaris (and it's amazing) but I am clearly keeping my track record of picking the less known works. This is a story of astronauts who return to the world that has moved on (which they knew) but also that world that eliminated danger and heroism both, and the protagonist finds himself adrift - with PTSD from past horrors but unmoored in this bland, overly safe world, is just so amazing. He finds his meaning through love of a woman, but it's not perfect and compromise with that society and there is no easy way out of it all, just best way available to you.

Strugatskii Brothers, It's Hard to Be a God - perhaps the best take on why time traveling to the much earlier period of history won't create progress but just fuck you up instead. Its take on morality, historical progress, and the toll it takes to be a dispassionate observer is amazing.

Njal's Saga - not a novel strictly speaking but whatever. This is a famous Icelandic saga and I love it for a glimpse into a whole other world and the poetic feeling and Gunnar my crush.

Phil Tucker, Chronicles of the Black Gate - in a society that exists in very strict castes, a cataclysm is about to take it all down. I am getting lazy and I have a tag so I am gonna leave it at that, but this is excellent and I love what it has to say about religion and class, also OTPs galore and Asho is possibly my favorite protag ever - think a cross between Spartacus and Jesus only with a big sword.

[staycult]

highschool!jisung as your boyfriend

pairing — gender neutral reader x jisung

genre — fluff / bullet scenario / friends to lovers

word count — 1.6k

enjoy!

so

u and jisung had been friends for quite some time now

ever since highschool started probably

u guys were in the same friend group

you were always with him during lunch

and u guys go home together bcs ure practically neighbors

“[y/n]! smile!” he said as he pulled out his favored polaroid camera

as you were about to turn your head around you heard a loud click, coming from the camera

a flash of light blinded your eyes

so you tried to cover it

“hey! i wasnt ready!” you pouted, giving jisung a light slap in the arm

he stuck his tongue out to mock your reaction and pulled out the film from his camera

“you look ugly” jisung snorted, fanning the film

“shut up and start moving!” you rolled your eyes and grabbed his hand to make him walk faster

bcs guys were about to go home

“do you want to stop by at the park first?” jisung offered

ofc u cant resist him

his presence always make u feel at ease

“buy me ice cream then let’s go” you bargained, earning an eye roll from him

“Two ice cream cones please!” you requested, giving the money to the cashier. you tapped your finger on the cold surface while your other armed propped your chin. jisung on the other hand was shuffling through his notebook filled with polaroid pictures that he took with your friends.

“stop staring at my pictures, ji” you laughed while grabbing your cone from the man in front of you and giving the other cone to jisung. “keep staring and you’ll fall for me” you added as you licked your ice cream. he clicked his teeth, “ew, you wish”

both you and jisung walked around the park, still in your school uniforms. the park is the place where you and your friends hang around when you guys have time. the slide and the swing are your most favorite part.

you sat down in the swing and tapped the other seat to motion jisung to sit down as well. “look, the sun is setting!” you pointed as you finished your cone. you looked over to jisung who was his camera pointed at you for the nth time. but this time, you managed to strike a pose in front of his polaroid camera. his cheeks can be seen from behind, obviously smiling at the sight.

days went by

you and jisung had been hanging out in the park swing almost every day

just the both of you

watching the sunsets and taking pictures

you noticed that he only takes random pictures of you but when youre with friends, they need to ask first before jisung would take a picture

he claims that your face is funnier with stolen shots

ofc u believed him

he is your best friend after all

the school year is about to end

and your music and arts teacher is talking about your final project

which was to write a song or poem, draw a portrait or make a poster

with a special meaning behind it

you almost ripped your hair out of frustration when you tried to compose a song or draw

so u went for a simple poster

you and your friends were comparing your final outputs in the cafeteria

“come on, show us yours!” your friends encouraged you

“ahh, it’s really ugly im not even good at these kinds of shit!” you cursed, showing it to them anyway

“seriously? it’s good! youre like jisung. god, both of you say you did bad but it’s not!” you friend said while eyeing your poster

“really? jisung i want to see yours!” you said while grabbing some of your friend’s food

“no” he said, sticking a tongue out to mock you

“why not?” you replied while pouting

both of you bickered for atleast 3 minutes

saying lots of ‘no’s’ and ‘why not’s’

he had enough of your shit

and pulled you out of the cafeteria

holding his notebook, backpack and a ukelele

jisung was grabbing you by your wrist until you arrived at the school’s rooftop. you didn't have the time to respond at his sudden action.

“ouch! what was that about?” you said once he lets go of your wrist. “you want me to show you my output right? well here it is. listen.”

you were taken aback by his words, did he really get annoyed by your previous bickering? and why are we on a roof top anyway????

jisung grabbed his ukelele and opened his notebook, which was filled with polaroid pictures of you that was taken over the school year and years before that.

“it’s called hello stranger,” he spoke and started strumming on his ukelele

“The moment I felt like our eyes met

my body moved all on its own

Movin’, movin’, movin’, movin’, movin’

The closer we get the more I think

about what it is I’m feeling

My mind is filled with question marks

I can’t see anyone

around us anymore, you’re just growing more clear

Everything on this road

is blurred and faded out except for you

I’m filled with nothing but curiosity about who you may be

It’s like I’m approaching you drawn by something I can’t even know

I won’t beat around the bush, my subconscious is pushing straight forward

having me walk as it pleases without a single thought

Ah, a new wind is blowing

Where could it have come from?

It’s strange, but it’s not cold

Before I know it my feet are moving, following the wind

I take my hands out of my pockets

Hello Stranger, I keep being drawn to you

Growing closer

to you without a single thought

I’m curious, more and more and more as time passes,

why am I like this? Who are you to do this to me?

Stranger

Nana nanana nana

Nana nanana nana

Closer

Hello Stranger, who are you to do this to me?

I can see in you the things that I myself am lacking

I try yelling out to you the things I had just yelled into empty space

The things I didn’t have, that I was missing before I met you,

all of these feelings, every moment

my mind is filled with exclamation points

I can’t see anyone

around us anymore, you’re just growing more clear

Everything on this road

is blurred and faded out except for you

Something’s different about you, but I’m not sure what

I think the light approaching me now must be you

Even if I look away I can still see your afterimage,

you never leave my sight, who are you to do this to me?

Ah, my feet are moving, following this new wind

I take my hands out of my pockets

Hello Stranger, I keep being drawn to you

Growing closer

to you without a single thought

I’m curious, more and more and more as time passes,

why am I like this? Who are you to do this to me?

i love you”

it’s been weeks since you and jisung last spoke and since his sudden confession

you were about to tell him how you felt, too

how he makes you happy these past few days

to the point where you were falling for him too

but he ignored you

was it because he felt awkward?

or scared?

confusion was taking over you

and you know damn well youre gonna have to take measures into your own hands

so you came up with a plan to atleast get him to talk to you

“come on! just say i wont be there” you begged your friend. “fine. so roof top it is?” you squealed and gave your friend a hug. plan was to make your friends invite jisung at the same place he confessed on only to see youre the only one there

you grabbed your backpack since you had a vacant class and went to the rooftop to prepare. you knew jisung had a vacant class too, so you were hopeful he’s going to drop by.

“hi, i like you too” you practiced “no, too awkward” you ran your hands through your hair in frustration. “hey jisung! will you vincent van gogh out with me?” you repeated with hand motions this time. “god no” you mentally slapped yourself because of the cringe

“jisung, i like yo-” you repeated. you felt someone hug you from behind, “you do?” his husky voice sent shivers down to your spine as he hugged you even tighter.

“i-i do” you admitted, removing his arms so you can face him properly. “i really really do, i cant stand you not talking to me.” you burried your head to the crook of his neck.

“im sorry, baby. i didnt know how to handle rejection yet” he let out a low laugh, earning a laugh from you too. he snaked his arms around you and swayed you back and forth. humming the tune of the song he composed.

“youre mine now, are you?” he spoke, kissing your forehead as you gave him a nod.

bf jisung would mean

A VERY PLAYFUL RELATIONSHIP

SERIOUSLY

the confession may be soft and cuddly

but after like 2 days

yall are like best friends again

but with a mixture of sweetness

things never really changed

but you were still glad

love letters and songs !!!!!

lots and lots of kisses

cheek, forehead, chin, shoulder kisses

you name it

he would gently cup your face while doing so

he likes teasing you

but u tease him back

ends up with him being all pouty

will help u out with homework

ice cream and park swing dates

would literally take polaroid pictures of both of you

the ones he took before yall got together is displayed in his room

on the back of his phone

and the rest, he keeps it in his notebook

which was filled with songs about you

will sing you to sleep

will hold your hand literally every where

“baby, im the luckiest to have you”

author's note —

just imagine it's the slow version of hello stranger ok ALSO i want jisung to be my bf like ??

[reimiart]

Nana and Husky from Plus Anima 🌸💫

[therainroguefanfiction]

❉ 139 Dreams (Shinichi Okazaki) Off Guard

📑 Table of Contents

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Romance ☁

Word Count: 2,000 ☁

Pairing: Reader x Shinichi ☁

World: NANA ☁

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ: *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: . ☁

You frowned at the beer in your hand, hanging your head. You didn’t understand what was wrong with you lately. When you were writing your first book, the words flowed like water from a faucet, and ideas had been popping into your head left and right. You finished writing that book within only four months and, six months after that, the book was published with a well-known company.

When you had gotten the news that your book was on the best-sellers list, you felt absolutely ecstatic. Calls started pouring in, congratulating you on your debut success and your publisher began to push you for book number two, despite the fact that you had no plans of turning it into a series.

At the time, you felt energized and excited, immediately agreeing to the demand, but when you finally got around to sitting down to start writing said book, your mind went as blank as the page. How many times had you set the pen to the paper only to lift it back up again before a single line was written? What happened to that overflow of ideas you once had? Did they just disappear into smoke?

‘Am I just going to be a one-hit-wonder? Is this really where my dream ends?’ You found yourself wondering as your hand clenched the bottle tighter.

Your two close friends had long since stopped chatting, exchanging worried looks as they watched you. Koko reached out, setting her hand atop your own, which snapped you from your thoughts. You sent her a confused look. Was she trying to confess or something?

“Are you okay?” she inquired softly.

You forced a bright smile, sitting up straighter. “Yeah, I’m fine!”

“You were zoning out again,” Lee commended, resting his chin in his hand.

“Was I?” You sheepishly rubbed the back of your head. “Sorry, it’s been a long day. Writer’s stuff, you know.”

Koko hummed, reaching into her purse for a pen. She scribbled a number onto the napkin under her glass before sliding it over to you. You looked at it curiously, raising a brow – it wasn’t a number you recognized.

She giggled, her cheeks turning pink. “Call him. He has a way of knowing just what a person needs! Trust me, Y/N, Shinichi will blow your mind.”

You frowned down at the napkin, running your thumb over the dried ink. ‘Maybe I do need to get laid to clear my mind… Maybe if the experience is as good as she claims, it’ll even inspire something within me for the next book,’

After spending thirty more minutes together, the three of you exited the bar and went your separate ways. As you walked down the street, folding and unfolding the napkin, you decided to just bite the bullet. What did you have to lose? You pulled out your phone and dialed the number, heart racing as it started to ring.

“Hello?”

“Hi!” You answered a bit awkwardly. “Is this Shinichi?”

“This is him,”

“My friend gave me your number,” you chewed on your bottom lip, trying to think of the right words.

He chuckled and you faintly heard the flick of a lighter. “Would you like to make an appointment? I’m free tonight and will meet you wherever is convenient.”

“Oh, um, yeah! That’ll work. There’s a motel on Honjo street… do you know it?”

“Yeah, I’m not far from there. I’ll meet you there in twenty.”

“Sure,” The phone went dead and you ended the call, turning around to head in the direction of the motel. Night had long since fallen and the parking lot was nearly empty as you approached the glass door of the office where you found a middle-aged woman sitting behind the desk, drinking from something within a brown paper bag before coughing violently as the liquid went down the wrong pipe.

You forced a smile, pretending like you hadn’t seen the scene. “I’d like a room for two days, please.”

She hiccuped, turning toward the computer – an ancient fossil of a thing that you were surprised even worked. You had to repeat your information several times before she finally got it entered correctly. After confirming the payment, she handed you the key for room 204 and you stepped out into the chilly night. Movement from the left made you glance over, seeing a male stepping out of a taxi. He was thin with spiky, powder blue hair. Multiple piercings glinted under the light of the streetlamp, covering his ears and even one connected to his lip.

The man turned around after paying his fare and smiled, approaching you without hesitation. He was definitely cute but… something about him felt off and you just couldn’t put your finger on it.

“Hi,” you said softly, playing with the key in your hand to calm your nerves. “Shinichi, right? I got us a room.”

He smirked, “You work fast~” And then his hand slid into your own, his fingers calloused and rough. “Lead the way,”

With a nod, you started toward the row of rooms, glancing at him every few seconds. “I hope you’ll forgive me, but I’m not sure how this works.” You slid the key into the lock and entered the room, letting the door shut behind the two of you. “I’ve never done this before…”

Shinichi smiled gently as he sat on the side of the bed, hands behind him to support his weight. “Don’t worry, we can take it as slow as you need. First, tell me your name.”

You took a seat across from him on the other bed. “My name is Y/N,”

“Y/N,” he tested the way your name tasted on his tongue. “A gorgeous name for a gorgeous person.”

You giggled. “You’re quite the charmer, aren’t you.”

“It’s my job to be. Now, what is it you’re looking for, Y/N?”

Your lips parted to answer, but nothing escaped and your shoulders slumped as you frowned. ‘What do I want?’

Sensing your hesitation, Shinichi stood up and gently pushed you back onto the bed, his body hovering over your own as his knee settled between your legs and his lips pressed into the skin beneath your ear. His voice was husky as he spoke, warm breath tickling your skin. “Don’t overthink it. Tell me what’s bothering you, what made you give me a call.”

Your hands gripped at his slim waist, fingers sliding through the loops on his jeans. You’re not sure exactly what came over you, but you didn’t hesitate to spill your guts to this man, telling him every little detail from the moment you started writing to the current pressures from your publisher. Sometime during the story, he had shifted so he straddled your waist, looking down at you with wonder shining in his blue eyes.

“You’re really a best-selling author?” He grinned. “That’s so cool,”

“Yeah… cool.” You smiled back, but it was forced. “It’s looking like it’s just gonna be the one, though.”

“Hmm, I’ve always heard that it’s easiest to write about what you know or what you’ve personally experienced.”

“I’ve heard that before,” you admitted. “But my life hasn’t exactly been exciting or interesting.”

“Even so, you just got to start writing.” Shinichi stood up, pulling you with him before searching the small table between the two beds. He found a small pad of paper and a ballpoint pen and handed them over to you. “Don’t overthink it, just write whatever comes to mind.” He gave you an encouraging smile, tugging you toward the table.

You had very little hope that it would work, but his expression was just so damn cute you couldn’t deny him. Taking a deep breath to clear your mind, you sat down across from him and set the pen to the page.

And you started to write.

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You burst through your apartment door, startling Shinichi who was sat on the floor with his guitar in his lap. “Shin! Guess what!”

He hummed, setting the guitar on the floor beside him as he crossed his legs. “Did you finally get a promotion at work?”

“Even better!” You cried, throwing yourself to the ground across from him. The excitement was so high that you couldn’t even sit still.

Shinichi frowned, leaning back against the couch. “Did you get a boyfriend?”

You rolled your eyes, smacking his knee. “No, you dork. My publisher approved the new book!”

“That’s great!” He smiled brightly, launching himself at you. You squeaked in surprise as the force sent you tumbling backward, his arms tight around your waist as he snuggled his face against your chest. “I knew you could do it, Y/N. I’m proud of you.”

You brought your hand up, fingers lacing through his hair, slightly stiff from the amount of gel he used to make it so spikey. “It’s all because of you, Shin.”

And it was. Since that first fateful meeting two years ago, you had met with him twice a week, soon going to three times a week before finally asking him over to your apartment where he spent several nights at a time. Each meeting, he would encourage you to write whatever came to your mind while he sat and observed you. You grew close to him pretty quickly and, soon, you completed the first draft for your next book.

Together, the two of you read through the draft, making corrections or changes as you saw fit. This book was just as much his as it was yours, and you made sure to tell him so.

“I helped with the ideas, sure, but you’re the one that put in the real work.” He responded, a smile lighting up his face.

“Move in with me,” you told him suddenly, feeling your heart quicken as you realized what you just said. ‘Shit, I said the first thing that popped into my head!’ You knew Shinichi was a prostitute and that he hadn’t stopped seeing his other clients since meeting you. You never figured he would, to be honest, but… you had let yourself get too attached to him and now it hurt knowing he went to see other people, sleeping with them and spending time with them.

He was a young, attractive man, so naturally he would rather be with the clients that actually slept with him rather than picking his brain for ideas for a book. The farthest you had gone with him was a kiss on the cheek.

Silence fell over the apartment and you closed your eyes, wishing you could just disappear. ‘Y/N, you idiot. God, why did I say that?’

Shinichi pushed himself away from you after the words had left your lips. The minutes ticked by in absolute silence, seeming to stretch on forever as you prayed that the ground would just swallow you up whole.

He took an intake of breath, slowly releasing it. “Okay,”

Now that caught you off guard. Your eyes snapped open, locking with his own. Had you misheard him?

With a soft smile, he leaned forward until his forehead was resting against yours. “I would love to live with you, Y/N.” And then his lips found yours and you knew he had developed feelings for you, too.

You nipped at his lip before flipping him over so that you were hovering above him. “You joked about me finding a boyfriend. How could I when you’re the only one I want, Shinichi?” You hoped your feelings could reach him, eyes shining with love. “You don’t have to sell yourself anymore! You can have my money, live in my apartment, eat my food. You never have to worry about making money anym -”

He cut off your words when he grabbed the back of your neck, slamming his lips against yours to silence you. It was obvious he didn’t know how to convey his feelings through words like you could, so he used his body to do the talking for him. And to you, his desires were clear as day.

‘I’m yours now,’

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Heal me❤

a/n: passed my first exam so I’m happy. Thank you for your patient and your support. Also, this request is giving me vibes and i can’t wait to watch the season 3 again. Stay safe and great. Kisses 🌻

The request:

Would you be able to do an Ander Muñoz imagine kinda based off of his last appointment & they find out that he’s in remission but him & his girlfriend aren’t together & don’t get back together until after because he realizes that she really does love him no matter what & she will be with through every step of the way :)

Warnings: bad language, fluff and bad writing

Word count:1.901

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Ander Muñoz x Reader

I put on my uniform and I feel my phone vibrating in my hand. I got a message from Nadia which informed me that she is in in front of my home. I kissed my naná on the cheeks and I took an apple from the bowl as my breakfast. In the last period I didn’t eat too much. When I found out that Ander has cancer, I felt awful. I tried to stay strong for him and I’m keeping myself positive and I know that everything is going to be alright.

“Hey, cariña.” I greet my best friend and she fixed me with that look. “You lost weight and you are like all the time sad, what happened?” I smiled lightly and my thought flies to my boyfriend. He decided not tell anyone until he is ready to confess. He doesn’t like mercy or fake smiles around him. “Nothing, I’m not in a good mood, that’s it.” I cut her out and we went said by said until be arrive to our school. I was one of the scholarship students and when I got here last year, I hate this school and everyone who is in it. But now I can tell that I made some nice friends and I have the cutest boyfriend.

His attitude changed when he found out. I was at his house, we should have done some homework but our hormones got crazy. When I touched him between his legs, I feel something hard, like two small rocks under the skin. I tell him to go to hospital because I didn’t think this is normal and next day we went together. He went alone to get the results and when we met at my home, he told me. I cried all night next to him and I think he heard me.

At school, Azucena called me in her office. She is like a mother for me and she support my relationship with Ander. “(Y/N), close the door.” She told me smiling and I see on her face that she is very tired. “Something happened to Ander?” I sit on the chair in front of her desk and she nodded. “He is getting very tired and last night we moved him to downstairs.” “Why don’t you called me, I couldn’t come and help.” I said and she grins. ”I know, Ander didn’t let me. But this isn’t the motive for calling you here. Ander is almost finishing the chemotherapy and I want you to come with us at the hospital and find together if he healed or not.” I know everything about Ander’s program. “Of course, I will be there. But when the consultation should happen?” “In two weeks.” She informed me and I get up. “Thank you, see you at the chemo?” Azucena approves and I get out.

“Why you were inside my mom office?” Ander voice scared me and I turn around to find an Ander with no curls. “You cut your hair.” He doesn’t say anything and this is scaring me. He loves his hair and I thought it was hard for him. “Why don’t you let me do it? I could help you.” I said and I took his hand in mine. “My mom helped me, but you didn’t answer to my first question.” We walked together to the class and we stopped in front of the door. “She told me about your final consultation, that’s all.” I said and I get on my tip-toes to kiss his lips. “I love you, bebé.” He smiled and we enter in the class.

Everybody wide their eyes when they observe Ander new hairstyle. I rub his hand to encourage him. “It’s for chemotherapy, I had cancer. I’m too tired to give explanations.” He said sharply and move to the seat next to mine. Everyone looks surprised with the exception of Rebe. I feel like Ander lied to me but I let this for later.

In our lunch break I went with Nadia to the library and we eat together. “Why don’t you tell me?” she approaches the subject and I look at my food. I can’t take another bite. My stomach hurts so bad and I’m feeling that I’m going to faint in any second. I rub my forehead with my shaky fingers and my view blur for two seconds. “(Y/N), are you okay?” Nadia jumped off from her chair and came next to me. “Yeah, I need some rest. I think I’m going home.” I get up and we hugged tight. “I’ll call you when I get home, okay?”  On the hallway I saw Rebe and Ander murmuring and they look very close to each other. “I’m not feeling well, I think I’m going home.” I said when I got in front of him and my boyfriend face blanched. “What you two are talking about?” I asked and I feel my legs very weak. Rebe bites her lower lip and walk away. I look to Ander and I wait for him to explain. “Actually, Rebe helped me to cut my hair and also she came with me when I found out about my disease.” “So, you went with her and you asked her for help when I could do this for you? Or it’s something else? You slept with her?” His face reveals the truth. And I explode like a volcano. “Hijo de puta. I stayed home, waiting and you fucked that puta?” I yelled and everyone is looking at us. From my corner of my eyes I can see Azucena getting out of her office and fix us. “I stayed with you in good times or bad times, I supported you and I come at all of your chemotherapies. I have suffered with you and I’m crying every night thinking about you.” My voice got lower and my head feels that something hard hit it. “You don’t understand, I don’t want to make you suffering.” He said and I nodded. My gaze got blur and I make a step backward. “You are breaking up with me?” I mumbled, but he heard me. I can’t see clearly his beautiful face and I wanted to touch for last time his face.

“It’s better this way.” Ander said and he walked away. My tears are going to explode but when I want to run away my legs collapsed and I fell. “¡Joder!” I heard Guzmán voice and I felt some arms around me.

 I woke up at the hospital, at the emergency room. Nadia and Lu are next to me and Guzmán is sitting on the single chair from the room with his phone on knees. “Hey, you woke up. How are you feeling?” Lu asked me and I remember that when I first got in Las Encinas we hate each other. “A little dizzy and weak, but fine.” My voice is husky and my head hurts do bad. “The doctor said that you didn’t feed well so that’s why you collapsed. He also said that after he will come with your medicine prescription, you are free to go home.” Nadia informed me and I nodded. I wanted to ask about Ander but I couldn’t spell any word. I drink some water and my phone vibrating on the table.

“Azucena is calling you.” Lu said and I nodded. “Decline the call.” I replied and I get up. “Guzmán, can you drive me and Nadia home?” He nodded and a tall man, dressed like a doctor come inside my room. He gave me a paper with some indications and a few medicines and get out. All the time Azucena called me and I shut down my phone. In this moment I don’t to think about him or anything concerning to him. If he wants this, to give me away then I will respect his decision.

 In the week and half that passed I didn’t go to school and I almost I got expelled, but Azucena gave me another chance and today I’m coming to the high school to retire me from Las Encinas. I decided to leave this town, because anything isn’t keeping me here. Nadia and Lu will go to college in New York, my nana doesn’t remember who I am and Ander doesn’t want me beside him. I’m going to start a new chapter somewhere else, maybe Marbella or Barcelona.

“(Y/N), wait.” Guzmán yelled after me and I stopped. “What?” I know that I look horrible and my suitcase is exploding for who much clothes I put in it. I just got out from Azucena’s office and I just let her my paper on the desk. I said to her to tell Ander that I love him and I’ll never forget him. Guzmán catches my hand in his and look deeply in my eyes. “Ander loves you, don’t give up, please. Don’t go.” My heart is heavy and my eyes are watery. “I already decide, I’m sorry.” “He told me that he was stupid to break up to you.” I stopped myself but I didn’t turn around.

I got to train station and I remembered that today is his final consultation, when he should find out if he is on remission or nor. All my memories with him passed my mind and I even don’t realize when I started to cry. People around me are starting to stare at me and I get why. I’m looking like a freak, crying like a baby and I’m thinking at Ander and at our relationship. Fuck, I love him so much and I’m giving up like a stupid. I should fight with him and be on his side.

I run like a desperate in the hospital hallways to find the cabinet of Ander’s doctor. My suitcase slows me down and I can see Ander on a bench. “Bebé!” I yelled and he get up looking surprised at me. I can see happiness on his beautiful face. I throw away my suitcase and I run faster until I’m, finally, in his arms. We fell on the floor and my covers his face. I feel his torso vibrating under me because of his laughing and my face is wet for tears. “You came, amor.” He giggles and we get up. “Of course, I figured out that I can’t let you like that, I couldn’t give up on us.” I said and I hugged him. “I didn’t fuck with Rebeca, we just kissed but it wasn’t nothing important, I swear.” Ander puts his hand on his heart and I smiled. I know but I let him believe this because he deserved to suffer like me. “It doesn’t matter, bebé, because now I’m here and I’m never walk away from you. I’ll be with you and I’ll support you.”

He smiled and pressed a kiss on my lips. “We shouldn’t be inside?” I asked and we sit on the bench. “Actually, I just get out. I’m on remission.” He spoke and my heart stopped for beating. “Dios mio, that’s fantastic.” I scream and a nurse looked at me not very nice. “We should celebrate!” I get up and he rub nervous his neck. “I want to be just you and me tonight, what do you say?” I grin and I kissed his lips. “That would be nice, Andres.” I replied and he laughs. His laughing is making my love for him growing.  

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Beyond Lovers || Chp. 22 (M)

{More Than Friends Sequel}

Chairman!Jaehyun AU x CEO!Reader AU

Summary: You find yourself falling deeper and deeper in love with the former CEO after overcoming your fear of love. Although there were rough patches, both of you are now stronger than ever. However, you realize that maintaining a relationship and a company at the same time can be very difficult, especially if someone is out to destroy the both of you.

Warning: SMUT

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Frankly, going to the meeting was already stressful enough, and having Jaehyun and Yuta pointlessly argue with others got on your nerves even more. You entered the chat when you finished your conversation with a businessman, you noticed how Jaemin and Taeyong were typing away on their phones which slightly annoyed you. After all, they were the experienced bosses who should’ve been helping you out with the meeting. 

Once you finished reading the hundreds of text your friends had spammed you with, you lost all sanity. They just couldn’t find a middle ground whenever they talked together, and it drove you insane. You knew you had to settle it once and for all.

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The doors to the building swung open and eleven pairs of eyes shot up towards you. Looking at them with tired eyes, you dreaded the discussion to come. Yes, you definitely regret lashing out on your friends via text, but your guilt slowly started to disappear when you realized that they very much deserved it. The twelve of you stood silently on the grounds of the company. A few seconds later, you saw Lucas crack a smile and his laughter filled the room. 

“Now we all know who the real boss of NCT is,” Lucas proceeded to walk forward and salute you. You rolled your eyes and chuckled, “You all better.”

The rest of your friends didn’t dare move or talk, not knowing if you will explode again. You let out a soft sigh and told everyone, “I don’t bite, you guys. Just get along with the rest of the team and I won’t ever lash out on you again.” They stood there as if reflecting over their actions and a second later, Ten, like he always did, read your mind and cleared the air.

“Ok now that we got that settled, let’s never argue on the group chat and piss boss lady off,” Ten said as he motioned for everyone to exit the building, “Now let’s grab some food I’m starving.”

Everyone followed suit but Yuta, Jaemin, and Jaehyun knew better than to do so. They lingered around the empty cubicle desks as the four of you waited for the rest to file out of the office. Once it was just the four of you, Jaemin awkwardly spoke up. “So,” he said stretching out the last vowel, “I came back to help you guys and I mean it.” 

You solemnly nodded your head and Jaemin continued, “I’m not a douche, I have my boundaries and I know that y/n is taken.” Jaemin looked at Jaehyun who tried his best to suppress his emotions, but his eyes gave away the passive-aggressiveness it contained.

Letting out a sigh you told Jaemin, “We know,” you paused for a second and looked toward your silent boyfriend, “He knows.” Giving him a tired smile you assured him, “Don’t worry Nana, I know you worked hard. Take it easy ok? The day after tomorrow is going to be a big day. You need all the rest you can get.”

As Jaemin left, you swore you saw Yuta’s eyes waver with nervousness. As soon as he noticed you were looking, his expression took a complete turn. You rolled your eyes at him, “Yuta, as much as you’re helping us, we’re helping you too. So please, stop trying to get on my boyfriend’s nerves and show your true emotions for once. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

Yuta chuckled, “Maybe next time doll.” He gave you a small pat on the head and clicked his tongue, “Later lovers.”

“What did I expect from him...” you mumbled under your breath with a slight chuckle. 

When the door clicked shut, you turned your attention to Jaehyun. With a glare still attached to his face, he questioned you, “I know I can’t change that Nakamoto to stop calling you ‘doll,’ but really y/n? Nana? Again??”

You were caught by surprise as you didn’t even realize you called him that. However, your surprise quickly dissipated as you looked at your visibly annoyed boyfriend. 

“Seriously Jaehyun? You need to stop being so possessive. Why won’t you ever change?” You looked at him with angry eyes, fed up with his need to claim you under any, and all, circumstances. “At first it was cute and all, but now I’m just pissed off.”

You tried your best to get your words through to him but you saw his mischevious smirk. “So you think I’m cute?”

With the most serious tone you could muster, you told him with a glare, “That wasn’t the important part Yoonoh.” But as he smiled and revealed those dimples you loved so much and slowly placed his hands on your waist, you lost your serious composure.

You tried to cover up your smile as you stared at his figure leaning on the cubicle desk. Closing the distance between the two of you, he gripped onto the hem of your blouse until your body bumped into his solid chest. Looking down upon his face, you saw a glimmer in his eyes as he stuck his bottom lip out. “Does a kiss count as an apology?”

Before you could even mutter a response, he held your face and pulled you down to peck your lips. You froze for a second as your mind went blank from his sudden action. When you were finally able to form a thought, you uttered a “no” which sounded more of a breathless whisper than a response. Jaehyun chuckled seeing how much his simple action affected you. 

This time, he tugged on your blouse and made you fall on top of him. He held you tightly as he swiftly spun you around, placing you to sit on top of the desk. Placing his forehead against yours he whispered with his deep, husky voice, “What can I do for my babygirl to forgive me?” 

Stunned by your boyfriend’s neverending attraction and honey-smooth moves, you breathlessly told him, “Take me to my office.”

His lips wrapped around yours as he mumbled against them, “Hold on baby.”

As soon as your arms wrapped around his neck, you felt his hands grab onto your legs, placing them around his hips. He easily hoisted you up and rushed to your office, never breaking away from your lips. 

Hungrily, you ripped apart the buttons on his shirt and tore it off, flinging it somewhere around your office. He gently placed you on the brown leather sofa, moving his mouth to your neck and desperately sucked on the soft skin. His impatience was obvious as he quickly roamed around your body for the blouse’s zipper. A sudden thought flashed to your mind and you smirked, anticipating the outcome. 

When his hands finally landed on the zipper, you grabbed his hand tightly, not allowing him to carry on any further. He stared at you in both confusion and impatience, his eyes questioning your action. Giving him a sly expression, you spoke in a seductive, sultry voice, “Now now now tough guy, show me that you deserve to see my bare body.”

Confusion and shock were written all over Jaehyun’s face. Your sudden dominance was a completely foreign concept to both of you and you relished in the role. He tried to push aside the unfamiliar act and capture you into a deep kiss, mumbling, “What are you talking about baby.. Let me feel you.” He reached to your back as he attempted to unzip your blouse once again. 

You smiled against his lips as you broke apart from him and took his hands off you. Pushing him off you, Jaehyun’s back met the comfortable sofa as you straddled him, “Show.” You whispered against his ear before giving it a soft kitten lick. “Me.” You continued as you pressed a wet kiss to his collarbone. “That you.” Your lips moved down its way to his right nipple as you nipped and licked it. 

“Fuck” He let out a long, deep groan as you continue to speak in an awfully seductive manner. 

Your lips now above his restrained cock, you spoke, making sure to subtly brush your lips against his hardening member, “Deserve me.”

Not willing to give in, Jaehyun stayed silent. His hands shot towards his pants as he tried to unbuckle his belt and you gave him a stern “tsk.”

You held his hands above his head and whispered in his ears, “Stay.”

Jaehyun couldn’t deny his growing arousal as you dominated him with your commands. He stayed still as your hands shuffled toward his belt. His eyes grew with shock as you used the belt to bound his hands above his head. He was met with your mischievous smirk as you slowly pulled the zipper on his pants down. Altogether, you tugged his pants and boxers down and was greeted with a very eager cock. 

You savored your boyfriend’s desperate state as you subtly blew onto his twitching member. “Now tough guy,” you spoke arrogantly as your hands slowly pumped his length, “how badly do you want my mouth on your aching cock?”

You heard him groan deeply as he contemplated whether or not he wanted to cave in and respond to you. Your thumb softly brushed against the slit of his dick and a guttural groan left his lips. A smirk played on your lips as you continued slowly pumping his length, “I love your voice darling, but it’s going to take more than that if you want to cum.”

“Fuck y/n… why are you doing this to me.” His words sounded more like grunts as he tried his best to stay quiet.

You nibbled on his ear as your hands started to pump him at a faster pace and whispered, “So you’ll understand how a good boy behaves.”

As soon as those words left your lips, you heard Jaehyun let out a barely audible whimper. Your free hand shot to his balls as you teasingly played with it, prompting Jaehyun to make more vulgar sounds. The view below you was stunning. Your boyfriend’s hair was slightly tousled as it stuck to the leather couch, his lips in between his teeth as he tried his best to hold back his noises of pleasure. 

“A good boy says please,” you spoke as your tongue wrapped around the tip of his dick. 

“Fuck... Please… please y/n… wrapped those pretty lips around my cock,” you heard Jaehyun whimper and groan as your hand roughly played with his balls in contrast to your soft licks on the tip of his dick.

You chuckled and wrapped your mouth around his dick, swiftly taking more and more of his length into your mouth until it hit the back of your throat.

“Fuck!” Jaehyun let out a loud curse as his hands attempted to escape the restraints.

Satisfied with your boyfriend’s reaction, you continued to move your mouth up and down on his cock. Your saliva, mixed with his precum, covered your lips as you heard Jaehyun groan huskily. The sound of the belt can be heard as his hands attempted to reach for something to grasp upon.

You let go of his dick with a pop as a string of saliva connected from his dick to your lips. Snaking forward, you placed your lips on his as he eagerly made out with you. He wasted no time poking his tongue pass your lips as your hands reached down to continue edging him towards his release. When you felt his dick throbbing, you immediately took your hands off him and broke away from his mouth. 

His fucked out expression was beyond beautiful as you stared into his pleading eyes. You cooed at him, “Does my baby boy want to cum?”

You saw him hesitate but it didn’t take long for him to respond, fearing he’d lose his only way to a release. “Yes please…”

He helplessly wriggled his hips and you stared in amazement, taking in his submissive state, “Boss.” You told him and leaned toward his face, “Call me boss.”

Jaehyun’s dick throbbed even more as he heard those words fall out of your lips. He was helplessly attracted to your dominance, something he never knew was possible, and he quickly obeyed. “Please let me cum boss.”

You smiled and brought your face to his dick, “Good boy.”

His deep groans can be heard throughout the entire building as your mouth worked quickly on his dick. You felt his hips thrusting into your mouth as his long cock continuously hit the back of your throat. “Aw shit,” Jaehyun moaned as his eyes shut tightly, his release washing over him as your mouth continues to pump him dry, his cum too much to fit in your mouth as the remains slipped pass your lips and onto your chin. Once you felt his twitching die down, you shallowed around his member and heard him whimper lowly. You continue to suck him off as you slowly removed your mouth off his dick. 

Sitting on top of your worn out boyfriend, you seductively lick the cum off your lips, “Good boy.” He chuckled in disbelief at the situation as you kissed him. 

Breaking away from the kiss, you saw his dimples as he smiled and whispered huskily, “Your lips taste so good.”

You brought your lips onto his once again and mumbled, “You taste even better.”

As your hands went to reach above his head and to the restraints around his wrists, you heard loud and rushed footsteps coming toward your office. Both you and Jaehyun’s eyes widened in surprise and fear. Your hands quickly attempted to unstrap the belt but your butterfingers gave in. As the footsteps grew closer, you had no choice but to quickly search the floor for Jaehyun’s shirt and threw it on top of his body. 

“Y/n! I forgot t-” 

“D-don’t come in!” You tried your best to shout towards the door but you were too late. Your eyes met with your friend’s as embarrassment overtook you. Jaemin’s eyes landed on the belt around Jaehyun’s wrists and his barely covered body. Jaehyun casually smirked at the man as you and Jaemin’s cheeks turned bright pink.

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Chapter 12: Guardian Heart Part 2

A quiet night at Haden's:

(I implore you to remember that Husky had his jaw fucked up last chapter to the point he couldn't eat solid food.)

Husky then realizes that Nana is missing...but attributes it to her going to the bathroom, going back to sleep. Senri wakes up, sees she's gone, comes to the same conclusion (or just doesn't give a shit about her) and goes back to sleep as well.

Outside, the big tough soldiers are all shaken by seeing Senri, pointing out he's a +Anima and a Kimunkle so that makes him super scary. Why does the commander hate Kimunkle so much? Well, Nana knocks them out with an ultrasound attack so we don't get to find out...from them. We are then treated to a flashback where we see a young commander (whose name is turned out to be Ignas) who is instructed by his kindly grandfather to not neglect his training because he has to defend Astaria. Then...he wakes up. Still no answer for Commander MAGA's racism.

He woke up because he heard something so he grabs his sword and sees a shadowy Nana using her ultrasound to get in his head, threatening that he'll be cursed if he keeps trying to make Haden make swords for him. Shockingly, Nana's creepy method of persuasion only pisses him off and he cuts at her silhouette, causing the tent he was in to fall on her. She decides to just rob him only for Ignas to point his sword at the back of her head, telling her not to move.

The next morning, the boys are up. Husky asks if Cooro saw Nana in the bathroom but Cooro responds she wasn't there. Then Margaret comes out asking about her since it's breakfast time. In comes Ignas, dumping an alive, bound and fussy Nana in front of them from a sack they caught her in. When Haden approaches him, Ignas points out Nana tried to steal his axe. He says since it belongs to Asteria, he can't let her go just because she's a child. Ignas then gives the problematic but annoyingly non-dismissible point that Nana wouldn't have tried to steal it if it wasn't for her Anima abilities and Anima abilities only make their wielders arrogant.

Ignas then talks about a previous battle that took place on Moss Mountain that Haden points out was a battle with the Kimunkles. Ignas' grandfather was killed in that battle...by a bear +Anima.

Asteria History X then has a proposal: he can't just let Nana go but he can give her a clean pardon if Haden forges swords for him and his army. Haden gives it some consideration but points out that if he creates weapons that don't have his heart in them, it won't turn out like the Guardian Heart. Ignas then points out if he has the heart to save Nana, then he should have enough to put it in the weapons as well. Haden then tells him to take all his swords and carry it to the workshop...

Cooro then asks Ignas if he can see the axe for a minute. Ignas just casually hands him the axe and Cooro finds that it's too heavy for him to carry. He scolds Nana for trying to steal it and the group regroups. Everybody gets finished calling Nana an idiot and Cooro finally lays down the law: stealing is wrong. Yeah, Cooro steals but he's prepared for the consequences. He's ready to get beaten up or killed for it. So if Nana's ready for that, go ahead: keep stealing.

Husky gives the coup de grace by pointing out that if Nana hadn't stolen, Haden wouldn't have to forge the swords so...thanks for that.

Cooro goes into the workshop and sees all the swords Haden's going to work on. Haden points out grimly that none of the swords are going to be any good. He's a household tools smith because he changed when he met Margaret. When he was on the battlefield seeing his swords at work, he met CENTAUR (FAWN EDITION) MARGARET.

His furry side activating, Haden jumped in to protect her. They started living together and he made tools for her to use. He developed a liking for the craft so he quit being a swordsmith. Cooro is disappointed because all the metal in his shop will go to waste when there are people out there who want axes or froes (a cleaving tool with a heavy blade that is apparently so obscure Tumblr's system doesn't recognize it as a word.). Having a eureka moment, Haden tells Cooro that it's time to go to work.

Working montage! Oh and superpower drama bomb: Margaret reveals that since living with Haden and accepting him as her guardian, her +Anima powers disappeared.

Only Senri overhears.

The next day (or week or whatever; however long it takes to forge that many swords), Ignas shows up as giddy as a schoolboy ready for his swords. Haden reveals...he made tools. Like scissors, scythes and froes. Ignas demands to know what Haden's problem is and Haden replies that he was told to put his heart into it and those came out. It was an unconscious effort.

The soldiers like them...but Ignas wants the army to have swords. But the soldiers want to keep the tools since they're so well-made. Ignas, apparently defeated, orders his troops to withdraw. Haden then gives Cooro an axe as thanks, saying he doesn't need it to live but he's sure it'll be useful.

Margaret points out those kids still need their Anima abilities as the chapter ends.

ANIMA RATING:

Deer: Increased speed and agility but not much else. Can probably get the same results with boring training. 7/10

[natsthinkitythinkthinkthonk]

Some Tweets Remember Keiji Fujiwara

Keiji Fujiwara died of cancer at the age of 55. The news was devastating for the seiyuu community. Many seiyuu are remembering and looking back on their times with Fujiwara and the impact he made on them. A lot of anime I’ve watched wouldn’t have been the same without Fujiwara. From Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood to Dr. Stone, he shaped a lot of characters that I look back and smile thinking about. 

The following were all translated by @granblue_en on Twitter.

Takuya Eguchi

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Kaori Nazuka

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Tetsuya Fukuhara (creative director, Granblue Fantasy)

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Emiri Katou

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Yuuki Ono

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Madoka Yonezawa

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Tomoyo Kurosawa

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Koichi Haruta (former producer)

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Minoru Shiraishi

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Yuuichi Nakamura

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The following were translated by lig0schndr on Reddit

Ayana Taketatsu

Tomokazu Seki

Megumi Ogata

Mariya Ise

Nobunaga Shimazaki

Showtaro Morikubo

Marina Inoue

Romi Park

Natsuki Hanae

Toshiyuki Toyonaga

Kazuhiko Inoue

Yuki Kaji

Hiroki Yasumoto

Jouji Nakata

Katsuyuki Konishi

Shouta Aoi

Kensho Ono

Noriko Hidaka

Rie Tanaka

Kikuko Inoue

Ami Koshimizu

Megumi Han

Arisa Komiya

Ryotaro Okiayu

Kenjiro Tsuda

Nozomi Yamamoto

Kanako Kondo

Haruka Kudo

Hitomi Harada

Miyu Tomita

Wataru Hatano

Atsushi Abe

Suzuko Mimori

Atsuko Tanaka

Aya Suzaki

Sayaka Ohara

Asami Imai

Daisuke Hirakawa

Hikaru Akao

Yui Ishikawa

Toa Yukinari*

Kotono Mitsuishi*

Nobuhiko Okamoto (blog)

Nana Mizuki (blog)

Toshiyuki Morikawa (blog)

Satoshi Hino (blog)

Tatsuhisa Suzuki (blog)

Chie Nakamura (blog)*

* not translated

Taketatsu Ayana (Taketatsu and Fujiwara both voiced characters in Dagashi Kashi and co hosted a series of bonus videos released with the Blu-rays of the series)

Fujiwara Keiji-san.

When we had a photograph session together for a TV show, even though you said, "I'm shy, so I can't really talk much," after the session started and I was nervous you kindly threw me a lifeline and chatted with me a lot, and even at live events and such you've saved me so much.

I wanted to spend more time with you.

I wanted to thank you directly.

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Seki Tomokazu (Seki and Fujiwara both voiced characters for the same series several times including PSYCHO-PASS, Sengoku BASARA, and Hajime no Ippo)

The way you looked when you came to the studio with your script sticking out of your back pocket was so cool, and I often copied you. When we went to karaoke together, I would put on a song that had a video of your acting as a prank and put you in a bind so many times. I wanted to play around with you again. This feels too soon... Fujiwara-san. Truly, thank you for everything.

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Ogata Megumi

I've had the honor of working with you on various, many sets but... my strongest impression, is actually not from an anime, but from the drama CD "Radical Hospital".

Dr. Sakaki... Please say it's a joke like you always do...?

Fujiwara Keiji-san. Truly, thank you for everything. Please rest peacefully.

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Ise Mariya (Ise and Fujiwara both voiced main characters in HUNTER X HUNTER, and Ise references Fujiwara's role as Leorio in this tweet)

What I remember is His white shirt and the sunglasses he wore His gallant figure standing before the microphone His bashful smile when having friendly conversations His stylish behavior when everyone goes drinking Both his voice and his acting were so cool Everything about him was wonderful

Keiji-san really felt like Leorio to me I have so many pleasant and fun memories Thank you so much

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Shimazaki Nobunaga

Fujiwara Keiji-san, I pray from my heart that you rest in peace.

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Morikubo Showtaro

The tears won't stop.

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Inoue Marina

His voice, his acting, his smile, I loved them all.

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Park Romi (Park and Fujiwara both voiced important characters in Fullmetal Alchemist)

He just recovered...

Be it with Hagane, or Muji, or FA he was everyone's older brother...

He truly was Lieutenant Colonel Hughes.

Early Far too early...

Kei-chan You fought hard against what ailed you... Please rest well...

Your casual comments Even now I treasure.

Tonight I honor you...

I pray you rest in peace...

Notes: I'm not positive, but I believe in regards to the second line

"Hagane" likely refers to the first airing of Fullmetal Alchemist in 2003 that used the title 「鋼の錬金術師」 (Hagane no Renkinjutsushi).

"Muji" seems like it refers to Zoids, the first Zoids anime series that is often referred to colloquially as "Muji Zoids", "No Label Zoids", to differentiate it from other Zoid series. In this series, Fujiwara voiced Irvine, a main supporting character and older brother figure to the main characters.

"FA" likely refers to the second airing of Fullmetal Alchemist in 2009 that used the titled 「鋼の錬金術師 FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST」 and thus is sometimes referred to as "FA".

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Hanae Natsuki

This is too sad...

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Toshiyuki Toyonaga

My heart aches... The words won't come out...

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Inoue Kazuhiko

Eh, Fujiwara Keiji... No way. It's too early. I remembered well the times we worked together in the studio. It's too early. I'm so saddened.

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Kaji Yuuki (Kaji and Fujiwara both voiced characters for the same series several times including Magi and Shingeki no Kyojin)

Keiji-san. I wanted to talk with you more. Wouldn't it be wonderful if I had a father like you, if I could become a man like you, that kind of stuff, always, I thought to myself... I should have told you so. I wanted to talk with you more. I'm full of regret. I want to see you.

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Yasumoto Hiroki

Words don't suffice. He was cool. Truly. We had talked about him visiting my place and drinking some unopened wine.

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Nakata Jouji First tweet, and reply

He was shy and gave off the impression that he didn't like superficial relationships, but when I tried talking to him he replied with a bashful smile, that's what I recall. When I heard he returned to work and was doing independent work, I thought on my own that he was doing well, but... You must have had it hard, huh. However, you weren't the kind of person to say that out loud... You stayed true to yourself until the very end. I pray for you.

I wanted to meet with you and talk with you again.

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Konishi Katsuyuki

No way. When I was a fledgling, because his place was in the neighborhood he invited me for a meal, and I was really happy about that. I wanted to meet with you again.

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Shouta Aoi

I can no longer meet you again. By all means, I wanted to meet you again.

Just how much encouragement I received from the acting of that wonderful voice I grew accustomed to hearing from a young age.

From now on and always that wonderful voice of yours will remain in our hearts and ears.

Thank you for all the wonderful times you gave us.

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Ono Kensho

Fujiwara Keiji-san. He really is cool, and he is someone I look up to. We have the same birthday, and on my own I felt like we had an affinity... I pray from my heart that you rest in peace.

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Hidaka Noriko

Fujiwara-san...

I thought I could meet you again someday at the studio, truly unfortunate.

Thank you for everything. Please rest in peace...

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Tanaka Rie

Fujiwara Keiji-san...

The last time we met was during the recording for the Granblue Fantasy game...

I pray from my heart that you rest in peace.

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Inoue Kikuko

Kei-chan, I'm so sad.

You fought against illness for a long time... You truly gave it your all. Please rest well in heaven.

I won't forget your shy, bashful, and kind smile.

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Koshimizu Ami (Koshimizu and Fujiwara both voiced important characters in Eureka 7, and Koshimizu references her role as Anemone and Fujiwara's role as Holland in this tweet, as well as Tsujitani Kouji who voiced Dewey Novak in Eureka 7 and passed away in 2018)

Dewey and Holland, please stay a little longer.

I want you to stay. I wanted you to stay.

If you're not there, we can't fly freely...

Because you were there, we were able to live freely.

Thank you but I still don't want to say goodbye.

Sorry that Anemone is like this. If I could say one selfish thing please come back...

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Han Megumi (Han and Fujiwara both voiced main characters in HUNTER X HUNTER, and Han references Fujiwara's role as Leorio in this tweet)

Just last night, during HUNTER's rebroadcast, we just saw off Leorio as he departed for his trip, Fujiwara-san.

Family and comrade, always thinking of his friends and a warm man, a perfect fit, my beloved senpai.

Always with the message title "Miss lovely forehead"

https://www.instagram.com/p/B_CUIyQAKMX/?igshid=14scn4kzgey86

Forever, and ever...

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Arisa Komiya

Fujiwara Keiji-san. I had the honor of working with you for 1 year on Go-Busters, you were always so cool on set, it was my first dubbing experience and I learned so much from you. I wanted to work with you again. I pray from my heart that you rest in peace.

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Ryotaro Okiayu

I participated in "Hoshi Koe" at the Saitama venue last year, and you attended, Fujiwara-san.

I read your letters.

The last time I met you was back stage there.

It had been several years before then.

That's how it goes.

Thanks so much for everything.

Note: Hoshi Koe is the name of a series of events held in Japan by AIR AGENCY, a talent management and production company founded by Fujiwara Keiji in 2006.

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Kenjiro Tsuda

His white shirt His light colored sunglasses His cynical smile His casual way of walking into the studio His unshaven face His still shadow at Planetarium His husky voice His retreating figure as he left His appearance in a coat when he slowly spoke in his last moments

was cool

Thank you so much

Note: Planetarium is likely also referencing Hoshi Koe, which was held at planetariums in various cities in Japan.

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Yamamoto Nozomi

We acted together for the first time in UN-GO, and a while later when I greeted you at another set, you remembered me, saying, "I've met you before, right?" After that, when on the set for Utawarerumono you noticed my Ironman iPhone case and chatted with me, I was truly happy about each and every thing. I pray that you rest in peace.

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Kondo Kanako

I can't believe it. I really liked your cool roughness. Fujiwara-san. I pray that you rest in peace.

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Kudou Haruka

Is it because of the air pressure that my head hurts, or because I cried too much that my head hurts, I can't sort out my feelings. However, more than these sad feelings, I want to say so many times, "thank you."

Fujiwara-san.

We were together for my seiyuu debut work "Honey and Clover", and from there with "Noein" and "DEATH NOTE", our work together continued. I didn't know my right hand from my left, and you gave me so much advice.

On set you always spoiled me, listening to my trivial chatter with a smile.

I entered college, and even when I cut off all ties to the industry up to that point and distanced myself from work, every half a year you would send me a message asking "Are you doing all right?"

I entered my fourth year of college, and when I said to you, "I want to return to work!" you got a little angry, but you earnestly heard me out. Even though I caused trouble to a lot of people, you saying "Welcome Back!" with a smile has always supported me.

4 years after returning to work, when I was worried that I wasn't doing as well as I had hoped, you said "It'll be all right!" and gave me a push on the back, and I was able to move forward.

I really have been spoiled by you for so so long.

You taught me so many things, I couldn't hope to write them all out. About acting, about movies, about novels, about life.

Even now I still have the novel I received from you right on my bookshelf. From now on, every time I watch a Kubrick or Victor Erice movie, I feel I will remember you.

The fact that there will no longer be replies to my messages, and the fact that I can no longer see you, really really make me sad, but you will always be in my heart. It's all right. I'm an adult now, too. I want to become an adult like you, someone who is loved by many, and someone who can guide others.

Thank you so much.

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Harada Hitomi (Harada and Fujiwara both voiced characters for Senran Kagura, and Harada references Fujiwara's role as Kiriya in this tweet)

Keiji-san. Kiriya-sensei.

I've been helped, so much by you. Thank you so much.

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Tomita Miyu

Fujiwara Keiji-san, I had the honor of acting together with you for the first time in Kotobuki Hikoutai. Warm, and yet mischievous, I truly loved acting with that voice of yours.

I pray from my heart that you rest in peace.

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Hatano Wataru

Fujiwara Keiji-san. Across various works, I've been in your debt. When you called me for "Hoshi Koe", I was really happy. The warm advice from a senpai I look up to, and the smile after a recording session. I couldn't possibly forget. I pray that you rest in peace.

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Abe Atsushi

I've been in your debt since when I debuted. I see... We can't act together anymore...

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Mimori Suzuko

I'm thankful that I had the honor of working on the same set as you. Thank you so much.

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Tanaka Atsuko

It's a sad sunset...

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Suzaki Aya

I'm truly saddened.

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Ohara Sayaka

It's a lie

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Imai Asami

............

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Hirakawa Daisuke

Keiji-san... Keiji-san... I'm so sad... I want to see you... Keiji-san...

Hirakawa Daisuke

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Akao Hikaru (Akao and Fujiwara both voiced characters for Back Street Girls, and Akao references this in this tweet)

I'm still in disbelief even after a new day has dawned and I can't quite get the right words. I feel like a hole opened up in my heart. Since I was young through anime you showed me this fun world and as a member of Gokudols, I looked forward to the day I could meet you again.

I pray that you rest well.

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Ishikawa Yui (Ishikawa and Fujiwara both voiced characters for Shingeki no Kyojin, and Ishikawa references Fujiwara's role as Hannes in this tweet)

[Yui] That voice that I heard so many times when I was a child. Shingeki's Hannes-san was also, rough, cool, and warm... I loved him. Fujiwara Keiji-san, I pray that you rest in peace.

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Yukana

I wanted to act together with you more.

Thank you so much...

I pray that you rest in peace.

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Okamoto Nobuhiko

Title: I'm sorry

I was planning to talk about trust and play today, but I hope you'll allow me to do that tomorrow.

I had the honor of doing my first radio show with him. When I was unable to speak well, he laughed at me. When we were recording for the Ao no Exorcist movie and from the start all I was capable of was shouting, he laughed at me. When I kept wearing the same clothes on the set of To Aru, he laughed at me. When I look back on things, it might have been sarcastic laughing, but I only remember the figure of him laughing. And, I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble.

His appearance as an actor, the way he thought about and interpreted the script, what he brought forth, I received so much encouragement and experience from him.

Keiji-san, Truly, truly, thank you so much. I really I love you.

Thank you for everything.

I pray from my heart that you rest in peace.

Notes:

The radio show Okamoto references I believe is "Sorairo Radio", a radio show promoting the anime "Sola" that aired from 2007/3/30 to 2007/7/27 for 19 episodes. During the month of July Okamoto and Fujiwara co-hosted the show.

Okamoto and Fujimura voiced Okamura Rin, the protagonist, and Fujimoto Shiro, Rin's adoptive father, respectively in Ao no Exorcist.

Okamoto and Fujimura voiced Accelerator, a main supporting character, and Kihara Amata, something of a mentor figure to Accelerator, respectively in To Aru Majutsu no Index.

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Mizuki Nana

Title: The carnation that arrived at my house 2 weeks ago ☆

At my last place, even plants said to be robust I ended up letting die (>_<) However, ever since I started living at my new place my plants have been really lively! My care for flowers especially has gotten better! Proper ventilation and sunlight really are important after all (laugh)

https://www.mizukinana.jp/blog/photos/2020/blog/nana_phot_20200416.jpg

I found out about Fujiwara Keiji passing away. I had the honor of working together with him for various works, during my first public performance at Tokyo Dome he provided wonderful narration, and at the planetarium in my home prefecture I had the honor of performing together with him... Truly I was blessed with so many irreplaceable experiences. I pray from my heart that you rest in peace.

Notes:

The performance at Tokyo Dome is referencing NANA MIZUKI LIVE CASTLE 2011, a series of live concerts performed at Tokyo Dome by Mizuki Nana on 2011/12/3 and 2011/12/4. Fujiwara provided narration for a short film called PLANETARIUM "Princess Nana of the Heavens" (PLANETARIUM「天界の奈々姫」) which was shown during the concert on both days.

The performance at the planetarium is referencing when Fujiwara and Mizuki co-starred in a Hoshi Koe performance held on 2016/4/24 at the Matsuyama City General Community Center Cosmo Theater. Matsuyama is the capital of the Ehime Prefecture, and Mizuki Nana was born in Niihama, Ehime. Mizuki had also made two blog posts about enjoying rehearsing for the event with Fujiwara and celebrating the successful completion of the event.

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Morikawa Toshiyuki

Title: Fujiwara Keiji-san...

Fujiwara Keiji-san... I pray you rest in peace.

It's too sudden. My mind is a mess. Even though I'm someone who works at my own pace... ... Right now, I'm overcome with feelings of loss.

From the time when I was a newcomer, we've been walking together through the ages for over 30 years. As an actor, and as a president, you were truly a friend... Since you were young you were shy and cool, overflowing with chivalry, an existence that even men were charmed by that is "Fujiwara Keiji"

..., It's so painful... the words won't come out. I'm sorry.

I feel that you really must have had it tough fighting against your illness. Now, please rest well.

And, the letters you sent me I will always cherish.

Morikawa Toshiyuki

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Hino Satoshi

Title: Keiji-san...

Keiji-san... It's a lie, right...? It's a joke, right...?

This... is too sad...

Keiji-san as a person, as a man, as an actor, you were someone who I respected from the bottom of my heart.

Everything about you was cool, you were someone I admired.

I wanted to learn more and more about various things from you.

Even now I clearly remember the time when on the set of the anime "Shakugan no Shana," as the role of the father, Kantarou, you kindly covered up for and accepted my terrible acting.

Keiji-san, "Dad, thank you so much for everything up to now"

While reflecting on each and every thing I learned from you, I will devote myself towards the sake of the future of the seiyuu industry.

I pray you rest in peace.

Note: Hino and Fujimura voiced Sakai Yuuji, the protagonist, and Sakai Kantarou, Yuuji's father, respectively in Shakugan no Shana.

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Suzuki Tatsuhisa

Title: Letter

I hate the idea of something getting overshadowed without anyone knowing about it, so I will write about it here.

Since we first met when I was 19, I've been in your debt for a long time. Since before we started having work together, you'd hear out my concerns and give me advice, and go along with my selfish requests to take me along for drinks. Even though you'd always say, "Waddaya want now, Tattsun," you'd always keep your promises. Whenever we met at the studio you'd always be giving off a pleasant, lazy mood. When you were the sound director you'd say things like "Tattsun, you're the only person I can ask for this," things that I couldn't tell if you were being serious or not. It's only now that I can say this, but I took you seriously every time, and every time I was seriously happy you asked me. The fact that you said those things to me.

Sometimes I'd tell you about how people say that our voices or our acting are similar, and even though you'd reply by saying stuff like, "What? That's gross," behind your sunglasses I could see that the look in your eyes always softened happily. I like chatting in the smoking area, so anytime I'd spot you I'd head straight there. When you'd say, "Yo!" to me, it was a little embarrassing, but I was always happy you did.

I won't talk about acting. That's something I'll keep locked away in my heart.

I know you had it tough. However, I stopped talking about it. Since you hate that.

All I can remember, is you always saying, "Yo! Tattsun," every time you saw me. Gimme a break, let me remember something else, too.

Thank you for always listening to my selfish requests. Thank you for always listening to both my trivial ramblings and my serious talks.

I always thought you were an annoyingly cool old man. You were always the best. You were always the strongest.

Everything about you is cool. So I envy you.

When I go over there, I'm gonna have a ton of stories for you. Before I do, please make sure to find some good sake and tobacco over there. It might take a while, but I'm definitely going to have, a ton I want to talk to you about.

It's about time I wrapped things up. This is a letter that will never be read by its recipient, after all, so there's no point in going on for too long.

Let's meet again with a smile. Anytime, anywhere.

With love.

[cooronana]

i feel like im 0 or 100 theres no in-between (meme)

[joeybelle]

Orange blossoms

Oberyn Martell x OFC

Fandom: Game of Thrones

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: PWP, Smut, Semi-Public Nudity, Semi-Public Sex, Oral Sex, Light Bondage, Unprotected Sex (not explicitly mentioned)

Setting: Once upon a time, somewhere in Essos

Words: 8200

A/N: This was meant to be short, but I guess this is my brain's definition of short. It's accidentally inspired by the kiss/snowdrop scene from the movie Stardust, but I realized that only after I plotted the beginning and felt it was incredibly familiar. If any Sand Snakes have been produced during the encounter is completely up to you. It takes place somewhere in Essos, at whatever point in time you feel like.

For an optimal reading experience, my lovely beta @llexeh would advise you to read it on a beach in the sun <3

Written with @writersmonth​ prompt “Summer” in mind, but posted early cause I have no chill

The air was hot and stagnant. The breeze that constantly caressed these shore cities seemed to have disappeared for the time being, leaving them all to shrivel under the scorching sun. Nothing was moving.

She was fanning herself with the colorful scarf she used to protect her head from the blazing sun. The awning above their stall provide enough shade to make it useless, so she’d taken it off, leaving her hair uncovered and wild, something she knew her Nana would thoroughly disapprove of. It made her look frivolous, she’d say, not like a proper, working woman. She’d also unfastened a few more buttons on her shirt than she normally would. Luckily, her Nana was napping in the back of the wagon, escaping the midday heat, so she was free to slump back into the large, wooden chair, lift her skirt up to her thighs and place her bare feet on the edge of the stand.

A drop of sweat was slowly making its way down her chest, traveling the valley between her breasts before pooling on her stomach.

There had been no patrons that morning anyway. It was much too hot, and the market was almost deserted. Although there was nothing better than a piece of fresh, juicy fruit on a hot day and she knew her beautifully stacked oranges were some of the best, none of the people walking through the market stopped by their shop. She didn’t mind. Selling citrus wasn’t the main part of their business, there were other affairs that Nana conducted in the back of the shop, but she still prided herself in the fruit she was selling.

The day went by incredibly slow. She watched a ray of sunlight slowly travel on the pavement to eventually land on her exposed thigh. She was too lazy to put her feet down and move the heavy chair, so she just stared at the strip of light warming her skin and continued to fan herself.

She noticed him the moment he entered the market. He was one of the few people actually browsing the stalls, looking at the produce. He didn’t seem to be interested in anything in particular, more like looking for something to pass the time. He was tall and well dressed in beautiful garments of warm, earthy tones mixed with yellows and gold that occasionally caught the light. Embroidered silk, if her eyes didn’t deceive her. The shoes were worn and dusty, like everything else in the city. She hadn't seen him before, so maybe he was one of those wealthy travelers sometimes passing the markets. She wouldn’t mind if he spent a few coins on her.

She watched him approach, and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t excited to see him up close. Not that many things had happened that day and certainly none of those made her heart beat a little faster. He had black hair and beautiful, sunkissed skin. Dark eyes watched her intently from under even darker lashes.

He extruded elegance, from the way he moved to the way his garments were tailored to fit his frame perfectly. They weren’t ostentatious, like she’d seen so many others wear in these parts of the land, but everything he wore looked expensive. His robes opened in the front revealing a just as beautiful undershirt and a long strip of tan skin. The leather belt that kept it all together was hanging low on his hips, a shortsword fastened to it, hitting his thigh as he walked. She wondered if she unfastened his belt, what she would find underneath.

She suddenly felt the urge to fan herself harder.

His hand hovered over the neatly displayed fruit, barely touching the produce, but his eyes never left her. There was a hunger in them and not one that could be satiated by a couple of oranges. Eventually, he grabbed three tangerines from a pile, threw them in the air and caught them all in the same hand as he pretended to actually look at the fruit this time. This gave her the opportunity to study his profile some more. She liked the way his nose curved like he was some sort of bird of prey. She would certainly love to touch it, run the tips of her fingers along the bridge of his nose, down his cheek, caress the thin strip of facial hair that emphasized his strong jawline.

He brought a piece of fruit to his lips, making her eyes focus on his mouth. He had really beautiful lips that she’d love to be able to taste.

“How much for these?” he asked, showing her the remaining two tangerines he was still holding in his hand. His voice was deep and a little husky, bearing an accent she did not recognize.

She lazily put her feet down and got up from the chair. Her skirt fell to the ground, covering her legs, but her blouse had shifted to uncover her shoulder and a little more of her chest. She placed her hands on the edge of the stall and leaned closer to the stranger.

“Well,” she said, pretending just for the sake of pretending that she was thinking of a price, “for you, I’d say… a kiss.”

He smiled, his lips slowly curling upwards underneath his moustache, and sat on the other side of the stand, right opposite her. He seemed to take his time to consider as he was slowly eating another tangerine, but the new mischievous glint in his eye told her he wasn’t bothered by the offer. Not in the least.

“Isn’t it a bit steep?” he asked, leaning a bit closer, a whiff of expensive perfume washing over her.

“I promise you, my Lord,” she said, giving him one of her best smiles, one that always got her things. “You won’t find sweeter fruit in the whole market.”

“I think that might be right,” he said, inching a little closer, the intensity in his eyes making her shudder.

“And if you do, my Lord,” she said, their noses almost touching, feeling the radiating warmth of his skin on her own, “I’ll pay you back.”

He smiled properly this time, revealing a perfect set of teeth, before tangling his fingers into her hair and pulling her into a kiss. It was sudden and definitely welcomed. He tasted like the tangerines he’d just eaten, but also of something else, spicier, more enticing. His soft lips were really adept at capturing hers in a slow, but passionate kiss. He took his time tasting her, parting her lips to deepen the kiss, his fist in her hair keeping her in place, totally open for him to take whatever he wanted. And she surrendered willingly.

She was breathing heavily when he finally let go of her, but so was he. She could see his chest moving under the silk garments and it took all her self control not to reach into the opening to feel his skin under her fingertips. But she had to get herself together, she couldn’t let him unravel her so easily, so she fixed her blouse and ran a hand through her hair. Her Nana should be proud, she was playing coy for once.

She could feel herself burning, and it wasn’t the heat this time.

She moved a little further back, letting him follow the sway of her hips with his gaze. “Thank you for your patronage,” she smiled over her shoulder, twirling a lock of hair around her finger.

He frowned, accentuating the fine lines adorning his face, but his cheeky smile was still there. He jumped off the stand and moved around the stall with a speed and agility that astounded her. In the blink of an eye he was right beside her, his dark gaze fixed on her lips once more.

“And what if I’d like more?” he asked, sitting in her chair and pulling her hand to follow him, with the confidence of someone who wasn’t used to being denied things.

She smiled and sat on his knee, placing a hand on his shoulder and leaning against him as she looked in his eyes. “Then you’d have to use actual money, my Lord,” she said, touching the tip of his nose with her finger.

One arm was securely placed around her waist, holding her close, while the other hand was feeling her thigh through the flowy material of her skirt. She could feel goosebumps forming in its wake so she covered it with her own hand, making it stop before it became too much.

“What if it wasn’t the fruit I was referring to?” He lifted his head a little, trying to steal a kiss, but she was faster and swiftly got up and out of his embrace.

“That can’t be bought with money, my Lord.” She knew she was playing with fire, but she very much enjoyed it. It was a slow day, and she wasn’t one to just sit in place and rot away in the heat. If she was gonna get burned, it wouldn’t be from the sun, that was for sure.

The stranger followed her, as expected. They both knew where this dance would lead to, but she happened to enjoy the journey just as much as arriving at the destination, so to speak. So she took a step back when he took one towards her until her thighs made contact with the fruit stand and there was nowhere else to go.

He towered over her, and not because of his height, but of the raw power he radiated when he placed his hands on her hips and held her close to his chest. She brought her hands in front of her, not to defend herself, but to let them rest on the beautiful fabric of his robes. Let her fingers slide in the opening, making contact with the warm skin underneath. She could see a gold chain with a heavily ornate piece hanging from it peeking from under his shirt, but she didn’t care. Gold was expensive, but wouldn’t give her the same thrill as touching his exposed chest.

“So if it can’t be bought,” he said, taking one of her hands and bringing it to his lips, “what can I do to get another taste?” His words vibrated against the back of her hand, his eyes never leaving her flushed face.

He didn’t have to ask, he really didn’t. Her decision had been made the moment he approached her stall, but she liked the courtesy of him asking and not just taking. She was trapped between the fruit stand and his strong frame and she was sure she wouldn’t be able to escape his embrace unless he wanted to let her go. And he didn’t seem keen on doing that, considering the way he was running a finger over the exposed part of her collarbone, slipping it under her blouse and slowly uncovering her shoulder. Her breath hitched when his lips followed his finger.

“For you, my lord,” she whispered, “just a kiss.”

The second kiss was nowhere as gentle as the one before. It seemed that once he’d gotten a taste he just couldn’t get enough of her, and it showed. His hands were all over her body while she clung on his shoulders for dear life.

His smell was intoxicating. It wasn’t just the perfume—a distinctive note of orange blossoms and some deeper ones of something woody—but also the smell of his skin so close to her. He smelled like a hot, summer afternoon spent under the flowering orange trees. It reminded her of home.

His lips on her jawline, however, kept her firmly grounded in the moment. She gasped when he nipped at the sensitive skin on her neck, and then she gasped again when his hand cupped her breast, squeezing it gently. Her skin burned under his touch, and he hadn’t even taken her clothes off yet.

But she wanted him. She wanted him then and there. She wanted him to undo her, to melt her with his fiery heat and then put her back together.

A crashing sound came from inside the tent and they both jumped. He protectively put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to his chest and she felt a thrill of excitement knowing that whatever happened, he’d be willing to protect her.

But she knew who was at fault for the ruckus. She angrily whisper-shouted a name a couple of times, until the curly head of a much younger girl poked through the door.

“What are you doing?” she questioned? “Did you wake her up?”

“No. I just knocked over a pot. She shouldn’t be able to hear it from inside the wagon,” the girl explained, her cheeks reddening in embarrassment. “I can still hear her snoring.”

“Well, she better not wake up,” she said, putting on a pair of sandals. “And get in front, I’ll need you to take over while I’m away.”

“What?! Where are you going?”

“That doesn’t concern you.”

“And who’s he?” she asked, finally noticing the stranger who was smiling amused by the whole situation.

“That doesn’t concern you either.” The small girl shot him a distrustful look, but the smile on his face only widened. He was even more beautiful when he smiled, his whole face opening in an expression of genuine fondness. It made her smile too. “Stop stalling,” she rushed the little girl, who was still giving him the stink-eye. “Come here already!”

“No, I don’t wanna,” she protested, crossing her arms and putting on a pout. “This is your job, not mine.”

“Oh really? Shall I remind you who does your ‘job’ when you sleep in? Who did your chores this morning so you wouldn’t get in trouble?” she said, hands propped on her hips, scolding frown, the whole package. The stranger chuckled and picked another tangerine off the stall.

“You did,” she whined, stepping out with the enthusiasm of a horse sent to slaughter. “But you can’t leave, what if Nana wakes up and doesn’t find you here? Then we’ll both get in trouble.”

“You better make something up.” She tied the colourful scarf around her head, tucking some of the hair in and sent an inviting look to the stranger, who didn’t need more than that to get the hint and follow her. “Tell her I’ve gone to check on the horses.”

The little girl mumbled something else and plopped down in the chair, but she ignored her and took the stranger’s hand, leading him out of the market through one of the side alleys.

“Sorry about my baby sister. She’s at the age where she refuses to do what she’s told anymore.”

“Feisty one, isn’t she?” he said, stepping in front of her and taking both her hands in his. His face still had some of that gentleness, but his eyes had regained the playful glint they had before. “But I think you’re even feistier.”

She laughed and ran a finger on his chest, right where his skin met the fabric of his shirt. She felt him suck in a breath and took a step closer. “I can be, if my Lord wants it.”

He smiled, looking pleased with her answer. His fingers cupped her chin, tilting her head to look up at him. “Well, aren’t you a beautiful one,” he said to himself, but his words were like sweet molasses. She snaked her hands under his coat, splaying them on the hot skin underneath. She wished she could just rip all his clothes off and have him take her right then and there, but he didn’t seem to be in any rush. Now that he knew he’d obtained what he wanted, he was going to savour it.

And savour he did. He slowly pushed her back, until her back touched the cold stone of the building behind her, trapping her once again. The passageway was offering a little discretion—although she doubted that mattered to him much—and some much needed shade. He guided her lips back to his, letting her take control this time, meeting her needy kiss, but not pushing forward. She let her hands roam over his taut chest, enjoying the feeling of finally getting to discover what was hidden under his robes.

Her hands dropped to his belt, taking her time unfastening the clasp. If he wanted things to go slow, she’d do them slow; if he wanted her to be feisty, he just needed to ask. Her lips placed teasingly soft kisses along his jawline, down the side of his neck, tasting the saltiness of his tanned skin. His robes opened with a swishing sound once the belt was no longer holding them in place.

“Your sword’s really heavy, my Lord,” she said, surprised by it, before letting it fall to the ground with a clank.

He laughed, a low and guttural sound, and pulled her closer to his chest, enveloping her in his frame. He was intoxicating, not just his smell. The way he ran his thumb over her lips before kissing them, his hands seeking her breasts through the flimsy material of her shirt; the way his fingers almost glided over the buttons, undoing them one after the other.

Her own hands explored the nakedness of his chest, the tips of her fingers tracing the ridges left by his toned muscles until they were met with the fabric of his trousers. She didn’t waste any more time and went straight to undoing them, eliciting a sigh of relief from the man currently kissing down her neck. She laughed in response, taking him in her hand and giving him a tentative squeeze, feeling him tense for a moment under her touch, before bucking his hips to get her to move.

She didn’t. Instead, she wiggled out of his embrace and slowly sunk to her knees, keeping her eyes on his face the whole time. He looked pleased. Even more so when she ran her tongue along his shaft, the smirk on his face getting a little broader, his eyes still burning into her being. It crossed her mind to tease him a little, see how long it would take until he’d lose patience, flip her over and fuck her against the wall, but he placed a hand onto her head and stroked her forehead with his thumb.

“You’re good girl, aren’t you?” he whispered in his deliciously foreign accent, as if he somehow knew what she was thinking.

“Yes, my Lord,” she said, sucking in a breath before taking him into her mouth, letting her tongue drag along the soft skin and her hands cover any length she couldn't fit in her mouth.

Of course she was going to be a good girl. For him. Not too good, though. No, that would be boring, but she’d be good enough for him to take her scarf off, stroke her head in a sign of fondness, before grabbing a handful of her hair. She didn’t let him set the pace though, and he didn’t try to shove himself down her throat, after the first try which she stopped with a frown; but he still used the hand in her hair to nudge her to move a little faster when he felt like she was slacking or she was teasing him a bit too much.

She was enjoying herself. His long coat was acting as a curtain between her and the rest of the world, where it was just her and the handsome stranger who was currently almost on the verge of spilling on her lips. No matter who he was and how rich and powerful, he was currently at her mercy and she liked that sense of power. She lifted her eyes and smiled.

"Hey! You can't do that here!" came a voice from down the narrow alley, making both of them jump. "That's not permitted!"

A guard, of course. Neither of them had taken this into consideration, but by the nonchalant and almost lazy way the stranger fixed his trousers and turned around to look at the guard, it seemed like he didn't care.

"But why is that, my friend?" He asked, picking his belt up from the ground, but not making any effort to fasten his robes back up. "Why stop people from enjoying themselves?"

She jumped back to her feet and hastily buttoned up her shirt, staying just one step behind her newfound lover, hiding behind his frame. The guard was taken aback by his smile and the threatening way he was approaching him, but she knew once the initial shock would pass, it could get ugly.

"Because it's not permitted," the guard blabbered, taking a step back.

"Says who?" The smile was still there, but it was almost menacing. By the way his hand was now on the handle of his beautifully ornate sword, she doubted he’d just back down once the fight started.

"Let's go," she whispered, placing a hand on his back and making him look at her over his shoulder. "It's not worth it, let's run."

"But…" he replied, gesturing towards the guard.

"I'll have to go back soon," she said, hoping that this would make him reconsider. "I know we can outrun him, and that's faster."

He seemed to consider his choices for half a second, before swiftly turning around and taking her hand. "Let's run then," he said, completely disregarding the guard.

They took off with the guard yelling after them, but she knew the city and how to hide better than most people, so they quickly lost him. When they stopped, they were up in the rich parts of the city. She took a few moments to catch her breath. It wasn’t so much the effort as it was the adrenaline of the chase, combined with her still very much present arousal.

"Hmm… not great where we've ended up," she said, looking around the unfamiliar streets. Everything looked orderly and well cared for, with flowering trees peaking above the tall, stone fences, with beautiful, ornate gates. It radiated a sense of luxury, from the ochre coloured stone of the pavement, to the dark roofs of the buildings in the back. "Let's find another place."

"Why? I like it here." He was already smelling some flowers that were hanging low over a fence. Yeah, she was sure he's like it there, it was probably where he'd be spending most of his time anyway. He looked like he belonged, even with his robes still undone, swords still in hand, the golden chain dangling freely against his bare chest.

She looked around a bit wary. "Too many guards. People here like their peace and quiet.” And don’t like people like me, she thought, but didn’t voice it. “A little less interruption would be nice, don’t you think.”

She took his hand and tried guiding him to a more secluded place, but he stopped dead in his tracks.

“You don’t think I can handle a few of these guards?” he asked, looking a little offended.

“Of course I do!” she assured him, and it wasn’t just to make him feel better. There was something in the way he moved that made her honestly believe he could handle himself well in a duel. “But what would be the point, my Lord?” He shrugged and pulled her closer, so she was once again in his embrace. “You’re one of those people that just like the thrill of it?”

“Is it wrong?”

She didn’t know how to reply, so she shrugged. He kissed her briefly then let go and started walking down the street, like he was looking for something. She followed him, a bit confused, missing his warm embrace. She really resented that guard for interrupting them, but at the same time, she should have expected it. His taste still lingered on her lips and his smell in her nostrils, and her skin really yearned for his touch. Maybe they could find a room somewhere, if he could afford it.

“What’s the point of life if you don’t enjoy the thrill of living?” he continued, jumping to look over a stone fence, then moving towards the next house. He checked the gate, but it was locked, so he moved on.

“I’m not that adventurous.”

He seemed to have found what he was looking for, because after looking over the fence for a few moments, he climbed it. “Really?” he asked, before disappearing into someone’s garden. Her breath hitched, especially when the gate opened a few moments later. “I wouldn’t have guessed that,” he said, leaning in the gateway. “After all, you ran away with me,” he added, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips.

“What are you doing?” she asked, ignoring his statement, still not believing that he would just jump into someone’s garden to unlock the gate.

“You… wanted privacy?” he explained, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. He took a step back, inviting her in.

“They’ll kill us,” she whispered, but followed him anyway.

He shook his head and took her hand guiding her through the garden. “They don’t have to know.”

The garden was as close to her image of paradise as something on earth could ever be. Old, majestic trees were offering some much needed shade, while flowering shrubs filled the air with their scent. There was a water fountain in the middle, sprinkling crystal clear streams in the air. It felt like the unforgiving sun was just a bad memory in there.

He kissed her in the shade, slowly, deeply, completely unconcerned that they were currently committing a crime. Or maybe that just added to the thrill. It did for her, at least. She’d been spirited away to this mysterious world by an enchanting stranger and she had yet to decide if she wanted to go back home.

He pulled her to the side towards an alcove. There were flowering vines climbing on the stone wall, and if it weren’t for the colourful, stained glass window in the middle of the alcove, she would have certainly overlooked it. Looked like a great place to hide from accidentally being spotted.

“My lady,” he said with a slight bow, taking her hand and inviting her in the small space.

“I’m no lady,” she said, following him through the veil of hanging vines that partly obscured the entrance.

“I don’t care.”

She smiled. She had no doubt that it didn’t matter to him, otherwise he wouldn’t have picked her from behind a market stall. He knew full well what she was, or rather, wasn’t, and didn’t seem to care. If he did, she was sure he would have introduced himself. People who cared about titles always tried to make them known. But like this, he could very well be a prince or a beggar wearing some very fancy clothes.

But there was no need for formal introductions when his lips were already pretty well acquainted with that sweet spot on her neck that made her shiver and moan. However, she wanted more than just his lips on her skin, slowly moving down her neck towards her chest. She wanted all of him, the whole experience. She wanted him to take her, mercilessly possess her, to hold her in his arms while she cried in ecstasy.

Her hands hastily went down to his trousers, trying to let him out as fast as possible, but he stopped her.

“In a rush, are we?” he said, taking her hands and placing them on his shoulders. “I think it’s my turn now,” he whispered in her ear, before grabbing her thighs and lifting her on the ledge under the stained glass window. She parted her legs to allow him to step closer to her, her skirt still an annoying barrier between their bodies. She wished he’d just rip it off in one quick motion, but instead he lifted it slowly, his fingers caressing the sides of her legs, lifting her knees to place them around his waist. His hands massaged the skin on her thighs, getting dangerously close to where she wanted them, but never quite touching her.

He was slow and deliberate. She could feel his erection through the strained material of his trousers, but he didn’t pay any attention to it. He was focused on unbuttoning her shirt, slowly revealing her breasts, a look of hunger in his eyes. But she was hungry too, and not entirely willing to play by his rules, so she let her hands slip from his shoulders and go much, much lower.

He caught her wrists and shook his head. “What did I tell you?” he asked, looking her in the eye.

“I don’t remember,” she said with a cheeky smile that was meant to rile him up a bit.

He frowned as he brought her hands above her head, but he still had a wicked smile on his face as he pressed an almost brutal kiss to her lips. “I don’t like repeating myself,” he growled in her ear, taking out her scarf from one of his pockets. She was surprised to see it—she was sure he’d lost it somewhere on the way—and even more surprised to see him tie it around her wrists and secure it somewhere above her head so she couldn’t bring her hands down.

He took a few steps back, admiring his work. By the very pleased smirk on his face, she knew he liked what he saw: she was perched rather precariously on the stone ledge, her back against the coloured glass, her feet dangling above the ground, shirt completely unbuttoned, hands tied above her head; her hair was wild and her cheeks had reddened under his scrutinizing gaze. Although she wasn’t a prude, it was the first time she’d been left in such a vulnerable position by anyone. She liked it.

“If you leave me here like this,” she said, pretending to sound menacing, “I will find you, and make you pay.” It was an empty threat, because she was sure that if she wiggled her hands a little she could easily set herself free, but she just wanted to let him know that he had a job to finish.

“Hmmm…” He scratched his chin, making her eyes focus on that chiseled jawline once again. “I’ll think about it.”

He took a few more seconds to look at her from a distance, making her feel like he was fucking her with just his gaze. She could feel something stirring up inside her, heat pooling between her legs making her want to rub her thighs together for some sort of pressure. He just watched, appraisingly.

Eventually, he took a flower from one of the vines and tucked it behind her ear. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, lifting her chin to look at her before kissing her hungrily, his hands cupping her breasts. His fingers brushed over her nipples, the ghost of a touch almost, but enough to make them perk up. She arched her back, trying to elicit more than a fleeting touch from him.

“Greedy,” he said, kissing down her neck, making her belly squirm in anticipation. He nipped and sucked at the skin on her chest, making sure he'd leave at least one mark. She’d have to do her best to hide it in the days to come.

But her mind emptied of all coherent thought when his mouth closed over her nipple. Hot and wet and exhilarating, setting her nerve endings ablaze. She wanted to run her fingers through his hair, guide his mouth where she wanted it, force him to taste her, and please her, but the scarf around her wrists didn’t let her bring her hands down. He lifted his eyes to look at her, sensing her shift and smiled. She was exactly where he wanted her to be, completely in his power.

He hiked up her skirt, slowly sliding his hands over her thighs. She eagerly spread her legs to allow him better access, but he was taking his time, mapping her skin with his hands, just never close enough to where it ached. She whimpered when his lips left her breast. He took a few seconds to look at her, before finally letting his fingers slide over her slit.

She gasped, and once again wished her hands were free to grab him and pull him closer, to urge him to hurry, to give her what she wanted. But she realized that once it was over, she’d have to go back and this would end.

“Already dripping wet for me,” he breathed, pushing past her folds, letting his fingers explore the wetness between her legs.

He was deliberately slow. Keeping her pinned between his body and the window, drawing out small whimpers from her parted lips. She could see the coloured light dancing on his face, the smell of his perfume enveloping her like an embrace. The heat between them melted any remnants of logical thought from her mind. The only thing that remained was the feeling of his fingers moving inside of her, drawing out raspy breaths from her parted lips.

She didn’t fully register what he was doing when he tucked the hem of her skirt under the waistband until he kneeled in front of her. He nipped the inside of her thigh, hard enough to leave a mark but not to cause any real pain, especially not in the aroused state she was in. His lips placing kiss after kiss on the sore spot that were both enticing and teasing at the same time.

But it wasn’t the skin on her thigh he was most interested in. She had to bite her lip hard to keep herself from moaning when his tongue parted her folds, tasting her greedily. Her eyes fluttered shut, her head leaning back on the glass, hands gripping tightly the fabric of the scarf keeping them together.

He was really good at what he was doing. He didn’t hesitate, he didn’t fumble. He seemed to already know her intimately, or at least, read her like an open book, because with every flick of his tongue or curl of his fingers he made her tremble with arousal. She felt like putty in his hands, ready for him to make whatever he wanted of her.

Through the haze in her mind, she could hear people talking on the other side of the window. The words were muffled and her mind refused to make sense of the ones she could hear clearly, but the people sounded pretty cheery. She wondered if they could see her, the silhouette of her back leaning against the window while a charming stranger was kneeling between her legs, setting her nerves on fire. She wondered how outraged they’d be if they realized what was going on in their garden. The thought made her smile.

It didn’t matter if they did, anyway. She wasn’t willing to stop and move somewhere else and the sense of danger only added to the thrill. What would they think if they saw her like this, tied up, clothes undone, having to bite her lip not to cry too loud. She was shameless.

It didn’t take long for him to bring her to the edge, but before she could reach the much needed release, he stopped. She cursed under her breath as he got up, smirking.

“You wouldn’t want to finish without me,” he whispered in her ear, as he untied her hands.

She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him closer, crushing her lips to his. “I just might, if you don’t hurry,” she said, kissing the growing grin on his face, opening his shirt more to be able to slide her hands over his skin. His trousers were undone—she hadn’t noticed when—and he was already hard and ready.

He pulled her closer to the edge of the stone ledge and in one strong thrust of his hips he plunged himself into her, making her bite the fabric covering his shoulder in an attempt to muffle her whimper.

“That fast enough for you, my Lady?” he chuckled in her ear, giving her a few moments to adjust.

“Oh, shut up and fuck me,” she snarled, scraping the back of his neck with her nails, but that only made him laugh harder.

However, he did do what he was told. He did fuck her. In long, hard strokes that would have driven her through the glass if she hadn’t been holding onto his broad shoulders for dear life. He held her ass in his hands, keeping her in place for him to ram almost furiously into her, as if this was the first and the last time he’d be having sex.

She was moaning loudly now, completely indifferent to the people on the other side of the window—if they were going to hear her, she could only hope they liked the show. He didn’t mind, more than that, he seemed to really enjoy it every time he managed to make her a little more vocal, chuckling slightly in her ear and thrusting harder.

She had her face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent every time she inhaled, her lips brushing against his hot skin. She could taste his sweat on her lips. His low grunts made his chest vibrate against her breasts and she pressed herself flush against his shoulders, wanting to feel as much of him as humanly possible.

The almost frenzied pace he was setting quickly brought her to release. She trembled, arching her back and letting out a long sigh as her orgasm took over, numbing her mind and setting her ablaze.

He lasted a little longer, but in the end he succumbed to his own climax collapsing into her arms with a hoarse, almost wild growl. She could feel his raspy breaths in her hair as he pulled her closer to his chest.

They stayed like that for a while, entangled in a silent embrace, just holding each other as close as possible. It was a comforting feeling holding someone and not bolting out of there the moment you’re done. It felt a bit surreal. She could still hear the people going about their lives on the other side of the glass, but she felt like she was in a completely different world from them. Here she was calm and satisfied and oddly at peace.

Eventually, she climbed off the ledge, letting her skirt fall to the ground, watching him refasten his garments.

“I’ll keep this,” he said, placing her scarf around his neck and tucking it under the shirt, so only a small part of it was visible above his collar. “You can have this in exchange, if you’d like,” he added, producing from his pocket a delicate fan, made from some sort of carved wood. “Since I’ve stolen your scarf, you might have more use of it that I do.”

“Thank you,” she said, taking it from his hand, leaning in for a languorous kiss.

He helped button up her shirt, his forehead pressed against hers, his fingers trailing the shape of her breast giving her the impression that he hadn’t had enough. But the voices were getting louder and more defined. She jumped a little, her breath catching in her throat, when she heard a gate open and close nearby.

“Let’s get out of here,” he said when the noise settled a bit, holding her close to his chest as he listened intently.

She nodded and let him lead the way. She was a bit sad having to leave the idyllic garden, but she knew that sooner or later she’d have to go back. His hand was warm, fingers tangled with her own and she allowed herself to enjoy his presence a little longer.

The streets were still pretty much deserted, the heat just as awful as before, but the city seemed varnished in a deeper shade of gold. The sun had gone down considerably, and she feared she’d been missing for too long for it to go unnoticed. But she still stopped on the side of the road to admire the brilliantly blue sea underneath them and the ships floating in the distance.

“Have you ever been at sea?” he asked, snaking a hand around her waist, pulling her into his frame. He was even more beautiful now, the golden light accenting his features. He looked almost regal.

“No,” she answered, letting her head rest on his shoulder. “I’ve been on a fishing boat once, but I’ve never left the port.”

“Would you want to?”

She giggled. “Where will you take me?”

He smiled and kissed her temple. “Where would you like to go?”

“Braavos. To see the Titan.”

“It is an impressive view,” he said, but he sounded like quite the opposite. “It gets boring fast,” he replied to her amused giggle, and dipped his head to kiss her neck.

“Hey! You there!” came a somewhat familiar voice from behind them.

It was the guard from before, now red with anger, breathing heavily, like he’d been running. Had he been looking for them? For all that time? She’d already forgotten he existed, but by the way he pulled out his sword and menacingly propped himself on his bowed legs, he didn’t seem to have done the same.

“Can I deal with him now?” said her temporary lover with a very exasperated look on his face, his accent becoming a little more pronounced. He was cute.

“Of course,” she replied, although she knew that he’d already made a decision. His hand was already on the hilt of his sword, and his eyes had a mischievous glint. “Who am I to stop you?” she added, running her fingers through his hair. Making him look back at her.

This was probably going to be the last time she’d see him, so she made sure to take a long, good look, have his features embedded in her memory for years to come. She smiled. Her heart was a little heavy knowing that she’d have to go, but so happy that she’d got to meet him.

He kissed her deeply, passionately, and she desperately replied, clinging onto him like her life depended on it. For a brief moment time stood still, and it was just the both of them once again, two lovers trapped in a frozen moment in time, entangled in each other.

But then the real world claimed them once again, and she had to go.

She looked back one more time, admiring his elegant fighting stance, before running down the stairs. She could hear their boots hitting the pavement, the clanking of swords and an occasional curse word, but she didn’t stop. She kept running until she was back in the familiar market that had been her home for the past few weeks. She stopped for a moment to fix her clothing and her hair before appearing in front of everyone, but she knew she was flushed and sweaty and the smile on her face was probably a little too wide for it to go unquestioned.

“Where have you been?” her Nana asked the moment she stepped into view, one of her greying eyebrows arched to heavens.

“To check on the horses,” she said with the confidence of someone who had been lying to her Nana since she’d learned to form coherent words.

“Don’t believe you. You don’t smell like horses,” she croaked.

“Well thank you, I try.”

“Listen here,” she said grabbing her arm, and making her turn to look her in the eye. “Don’t you dare try to be clever with me. When I found you and took you in you didn’t even know how to blow your snotty nose on your own. I bathed you, I fed you, I clothed you—”

“ —I put a roof over your head,” she mocked the older woman as she continued saying the same speech she and her sisters had heard ever since they could remember. It was always the same, how she’d done so much for them and how ungrateful they were. But she knew her Nana would tire easily and forget about the whole thing in the end, especially if she’d make her favourite tea, with an extra sugar cube. So she pretended to listen, and occasionally bowed her head in pretended shame.

The old woman’s yammering was interrupted by a ruckus coming from one of the gates. They both leaned over the stacked fruit to get a better look, just in time to see the beautiful stranger dressed in golden robes run through the market, sword out and a very satisfied grin plastered over his face.

“Oh no, not him,” the old lady groaned, her face turning from anger to annoyance.

“Do you know him?” she asked, her heart beating a little faster as a group of visibly out of breath guards followed the stranger. “Who’s he?”

“The devil incarnate, that’s who he is,” she grumbled, walking back and busying herself with some pots in a corner. “The Red Viper they call him, and rightly so. That damned Dornish prince,” she said to herself, then frowned at the growing smile on the girl’s face.

“Dornish prince, you say?”

“Is that the only thing you heard? He’s bad news, you stay away from him!”

“Is he?” she asked, but her eyes were scanning the area, trying to get another glimpse of him. Her fingers brushed over her lips, his fiery kissed still fresh in her memory.

“Stay away from him, child!” she repeated her warning, pointing a finger at her nose. “If you see him walking down the street you run like the hordes are following you.”

She smiled and collapsed in her chair, once she was sure he’d left the market. “Of course. Wouldn’t want to get involved with someone like him. Dornish prince…”

“You’ll get burned one day, ” the old lady snorted, “and then you’ll regret this smart ass attitude of yours.” She turned on her heels and entered the tent behind the stall, still mumbling something about how she’d sacrificed everything for the girls and this was how they treated her. She wondered what the Dornish prince had done to her to hate him that strongly. Probably owed her money, there were few things she loved more.

“Mhm, I’ll stay away from him,” came a mocking voice from the tent, before her youngest sister stepped out. “What if I tell her where you’ve been this afternoon?” she said with a shit eating grin on her young face.

“I’ll throw you in the sea and leave you to the fish.” The young girl shuddered as she was terribly afraid of deep waters. While she wasn’t serious with her threat, younger siblings sometimes had to be reminded who was older and in charge. But she was sure that no matter how much they bickered, her younger sister would never tell.

“He left these on the stall before you left,” she said, taking three gold coins from the pocket of her skirt. “For the fruit I assume. I didn’t tell Nana, she would have asked questions.”

She frowned at the money. Their whole stall was worth less than that, let alone three tangerines. She knew she had to give the money back, but there was no way she could run after him and catch him now, so if their Nana didn’t know… well…

“Keep one,” she said, taking the other two from the girl’s open palm. “Take good care of it, this is probably the most money we’ll ever have.”

“Really?” The young girl hopped from one foot to the other in excitement, shoving it deep in her pocket before anyone could take it away, and running inside. Their Nana, even though she loved them a lot, never allowed them to have any money. She was a really stingy woman, but she assumed that part of it was also due to the fear that if they’d have their own money, they’d leave. It was an honest concern, for she’d always dreamed of leaving the nest.

Once the atmosphere went back to normal, with her Nana in the back preparing something to eat and mumbling at her youngest, she took out the fan and studied it. It was sandalwood she realized, and now she knew where the woody scent on his skin came from. Tiny golden suns matching the ones on his robes were encrusted all over it. Dorne. She’d heard of it, but it was so far away it was covered in mystery. That would explain his foreign accent and the foreign looking clothes. She wondered what Dorne was like. She wondered if he’d take her there.

She propped her feet on the stall once again, hiking up her skirt, smiling when she noticed the red mark on her inner thigh. She started fanning herself, the perfumed air moving an unruly strand of hair from her forehead. It smelled like sandalwood and Dornish princes. And orange blossoms. And kisses under the unforgiving summer sun.

She kept fanning herself.