#would spin us all in circles forever

[forestofsprites]

i love my friennnnds soooo much!!!!!!!! holy shit!!!! what!!!! beloved individuals sharing our lives and times together….. despite circumstance ………..

[kindacreepy-kindaugly]

haven't been sad like this in a long time

[presepohne]

peaches and wine.

nsfw. Fuckboy!John McTavish x F!Reader [ALTERNATE UNIVERSE]

summary: johnny fucks the sweet innocent bird, just a trailer or intro to the bigger oneshot i'm writing.

warnings: johnny is a filthy man and we love that, the reader is inexperienced asf, virgin, just the reader getting half way naked, mostly for shits and giggles.

note: as i was taking forever for the johnny smut so i posted a small snippet from it.

FULL FIC !

Johnny has seen many men and women in his life, fucked 'em good. Pretty blondes, sassy women, men who could bend him at different angles, women who could step on him, men who would beg for him, women who are sweet and kind, men who are absolutely amazing at their dick game, women who cheated on their husbands, experienced and inexperienced alike.

And gods, he loves women and men both.

But women mostly.

But it bewilders him to see you creep up to him at a party. He knows you, yeah he does. He has seen you lurk at the last benches of the classes, a pen in your mouth or sometimes fiddling with it. You're a good student, great even— top scores always and he admires you for your dedication.

So it comes to him as a shock as you ask him to fuck you, straight up, no bulshit.

Clearly, you are drunk, cheeks flushed pretty as you pouted and fiddled with the hem of your shirt. The shorts looking so fucking good on you and making you ass look so fucking bite-able.

He shakes his head, clearly you're out of your mind. A sweetheart, who has never focused on anything else but her academics asking him to fuck you, without any hesitation.

"Aye lass you sure—"

He just wants to make sure, doesn't wanna take advantage, afterall he's a gentleman fuckboy. He'll ask if you're comfy, he'll make sure consent is consent, hell he'll stop half way naked if you ask him to stop.

But that gets a nervous reaction out of you, lips trembling and lashes damp with tears as you start to stutter, a fumbling mess with words as you try to look away, the soft bloom of red on your cheeks now absolutely flushing you.

That makes him groan, in want. He's trying to think of ten different ways to clam his chubbing up dick down.

Think about her doing maths– that's hot, fuck. Think about Simon– fuck he's hot too, think about Gaz— aye nah mate—

His brows are furrowed as he tries to negotiate with you— "Ay– lass nah me didn't wanne make ye cry–"

But it's already out of the box and you're getting all teary and sobbing so he complies.

He takes you to his apartment, doesn't shove his tongue down your throat— but does squeeze your waist as he leads you to his door— it's a nice place, smells like cheese more than anything. You grimace, but smile at him.

He looks at you, "Should I get ye some water lass?"

"No thank you"

Your head is now drowning in guilt— of using Johnny to lose your virginity. Some sort of pitch black feeling clawing up into the pit you call your stomach— salt already dampening your cheek because—

You are reminded of Simon's words.

Now you know you look all sweet and innocent, kind of a person who would never indulge into such activities, it makes you head spin how easily people fuck each other and give away their body.

It makes you absolutely sick.

But it also makes you feel alienated from your friend circle when they talk about sex, or one night stands. You awkwardly standing and looking here and there to appear nonchalant about the whole sex talk of your group.

It began to get worse everyday when your friends started to coo and coddle you with the tag of the innocent friend. To the point where they wouldn't really take you out— that's bad, that's mean.

Maybe logical too if you tried to squint a little— because honestly you really wouldn't enjoy.

But humiliation plays a bigger role and here you are at Johnny's apartment, fiddling with the buttons of your shirt as you try to undress yourself in a seductive manner failing horribly when you can't unbutton your shirt. Johnny has vanished somewhere in the hallway— you know Simon stays here too.

Simon, that bastard of a man. God's you want to punch him square in his face and maybe break his already crooked nose.

Tears that were on the bay now falling down your cheeks again as you wipe them furiously, recalling his words of dismissing you. Nah, don't do innocent girls like ya sweet'art. And turn around without soaring a second glance.

Johnny is back from god knows where with two popsicles in his hands, honestly he thought of trying to talk you out of it— share something sweet and book you a taxi back to your apartment.

You are half way undressed, bra on the floor, shirt crumpled somewhere along the doorway, your hands on your shorts— clearly unbuttoning it to pull 'em down.

A few minutes might have gone, Johnny gulps, the popsicles melting down his hands as he straightens up. "Ye– ye serious lass?" He's looking like a puppy, too shocked or something– closer to thanking God.

He does, in his head he is reciting prayers in the name of almighty suddenly.

Your skin is so tender, soft to look at and Johnny wonders how it would feel under his hands. Your breasts round and so fucking pretty, nipples perked up because of the cold air of the AC, your shy gaze.

All the fucking sheer will he used to clam his cock down thrown out of the window— (he shoved his dick under the cold tap water, blue balls) and the only thought that consumed him was how many angles would he be able to bend you in and fuck you raw.

You're a shy but squirmy thing now, arms wrapping around your chest instinctively as you look away, a hot blush of red over your skin as you bite your lips nervously, but then again you're more embarrassed and hurt at Simon's rejection than Johnny seeing you naked.

The surge of adrenaline as you look at him again and speak clearly, "John McTavish fuck me" has his blood searing down south.

He whistles, throws the popsicles into the dustbin.

"Aye— as you command mam—"

Oh he's gonna fuck you to oblivion.

[jjjjisun]

Magic Remote (Part 2)

Ningning x Male OC | 16243 words

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Buy me a Ko-Fi.

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Part 1 / Part 2

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Jae had just returned home from a trip to the mall that had changed his life forever. He’d only had the ‘universal remote,’ as the old man at the strange gadget shop had called it, for a few hours now, but he knew that things would never be the same.

He had already seen it turn on any gadget, physically move matter, and the best yet, it seemed to be able to alter anyone’s mind that he chose. He had no idea exactly how it worked, and he suspected that its creator, the old man in the shop named Jim, might have left him a significant amount of catching up to do if he was ever to fully grasp its power. If he hadn’t accidentally screwed up meeting his friend at the mall, if he hadn’t happened upon that store… the more he thought about it the more the sheer luck of gaining possession of the remote astounded him. Jae always knew that his charisma and genuine interest in others would pay off, so he wasn’t surprised when he got on so well with the fellow computer buff in his shop. However, he didn’t expect Jim to give him something the likes of which the world had never seen.

And yet, here it was in front of him. The remote’s battery had entirely drained at the mall, just as Jim said it would if he asked too much of it. So when he used it to force a fitting room attendant to allow him to bring in and then fuck the brains out of the pretty girl Jim had used the remote to set him up with, it had taken quite a bit out of the remote. When he used it to remove all of Dahyun’s inhibitions, leading to a lustful and impromptu romp in the dressing stall, the remote promptly died. He’d have to be more clever about how he used it; he was beginning to understand the difference between nudging someone into a decision and forcing them. He had nearly been caught with the blonde beauty because of his impulsive use of the remote, and if he wasn’t careful, he could get into a lot of trouble.

He wondered what else he could do with the remote: control the weather, the stock market, an airplane, or a car? 'Holy shit,’ he thought, 'if it could spin a bunch of heavy displays around in circles as he’d seen Jim do at the store…what if he could fucking fly?’ His heart skipped a beat just thinking about it. It was all too much; he wondered if this was what they didn’t tell you about superheroes in comics or the movies, and he suddenly knew up close why it could be so easy for all-powerful beings to be consumed with their abilities and turn evil in a hurry.

His fantastical dreams were beginning to spiral out of control as his feet brought him over two miles from the mall to his home without realizing it. He looked at the beautiful blue sky, and the sun smiled back; it was a lovely day. He began to rein himself in and started to reason again. So far, he knew he could use the remote for straightforward commands that forced his immediate will on others. Still, being the smart guy he was, Jae started to postulate methods to benefit significantly in the long term without expending too much of the remote’s charge. Hell, he didn’t even know how to charge it just yet! (He hoped the port that looked so familiar on its bottom edge was meant to receive a USB cord.)

With all the possibilities rambling around in his head, he refocused on the one that had sent him heading home in a hurry - his sister. She was an absolute fox; there was no doubt about it. And all of her teasing, all of the scantily clad prancing around, and more importantly, the mistreatment she dealt him daily, was about to come full circle. At least that was what one side of him had decided. Looking down at the drained remote as he approached his home, he wondered if he could actually go through with it. After all, she was his sister - his own flesh and blood…" Fuck,“ he swore out loud, "family or not she was one of the most arousing sights he’d ever seen!’ So could he do it, could he use the remote on the hot, sexy brunette? He couldn’t just use the remote to demand that she bend over and accept the pounding he’d love to give her; he doubted the remote’s charge could handle something like that. But maybe he could accomplish some of his goals undetected.

Again, a light bulb went off in his head: 'undetected…’ Jae thought of the possibilities of stopping time with his newfound toy. It seemed ridiculous, but if a television remote could do it, why not this insanely infinite 4x10-inch box of possibilities? That way, he’d be undetectable and nobody would know the difference! By now, he’d reached his room and plugged the remote into the cord he usually used to charge his phone. At first, nothing happened, and as he finally felt his dazzled brain slow to silence in anticipation, he felt a happy calm spread over him. Sure enough, the screen’s backlight lit up and a charging symbol appeared. "This could take a while, and charge COMPLETELY before disconnecting,” it read below the icon; he heard it in Jim’s voice in his head.

Jae headed toward his bed and plopped down on it, trying to organize his thoughts. Always one to make lists to keep himself organized, Jae grabbed a pad of paper and said aloud -

“What do I want most?”

It was a good question. The remote’s charge was limited, so to achieve anything, he’d need to allocate its available charge to what mattered most. He really didn’t know for certain how much one activity versus another discharged it, but he put that off for now.

1 - Ningning. More than anything, he wanted Ningning. He tried to touch her, and to stop all the fruitless hours of enduring her teasing, her berating, and his inability to enjoy, but with his eyes, the unbearably hot body dressed in near nothing every day. 'How?’ he thought, 'well, I’ll come back to that.’

2 - Money. He’d always had an appetite for the latest tech, the best clothing, and expensive hobbies. Despite years of hard work and side jobs, he could only marginally fulfill those desires. He’d like to get his place someday, but since he was still in school, it hadn’t even occurred to him to do so. But if he could do anything he wanted, as the old man had said, he’d like to get his hands on some green. How much, what exactly would he do with it, and how would it go with his friends and family? Like his plans for Ningning, he’d also come back to the money.

3 - Self-Improvement - Could he use the remote on himself? It sounded dangerous, but what if it was as easy as typing “Learn about rocket science,” and then he was on his way to the moon. Somehow it had to be more complicated than that, but he looked forward to trying. At the very least, he’d love to shed a few pounds and pack on more muscle.

4 - More Ningning. Well, to be fair, there were plenty of women Jae wanted to get his hands on, although Ningning was one that every man alive who’d seen her had dreamed of fucking at least once. There were girls and professors at school, neighbors, and friends of his mother he’d frequently wished he could have his way with, and now he just might. He hadn’t even considered his mother; she was a looker herself. Having had her children young, Jae’s mom still took care of herself and had a nice lean body; he was frequently surprised at how enticing she looked in a bikini, granted, of course, that Ningning wasn’t already in range of his prying eyes.

That sums it up for now; It was amazing how simple it was when he organized it this way. He returned to the first point, intending to start formulating commands on Ningning when the remote, sitting on a table next to his bed, rang out three pleasant tones and began to boot up fully. After a minute or so, it was on and ready to go as he began to feel his pulse quicken again. As he exited the simple text-entry screen he had become familiar with, other screens appeared in a smartphone-style menu. One icon had a money sign, which he figured he’d be trying very soon; another had a tree icon, and he was curious, but his eyes quickly found the icon in the shape of a clock. Sure enough, when he opened it he recognized the controls as a setup very similar to the remote that controlled the television in his room.

Wondering what it would do, he thought, 'Well, there’s only one way to find out.’ So as he looked out the window at his sister, in a stunning black bikini that barely managed to cover her wonderful orbs and left the rest of her body for optical consumption, Jae pressed the button. “Here goes nothing,” he said in a wavering voice.

[Pause]

At first, nothing. He couldn’t tell if it was working. Everything looked the same. Yet, what did he expect would happen? He quickly jumped up to look at the clock on his desk. The second hand was stopped, but that wasn’t nearly enough for him to prove to himself that the universe had frozen around him. So he left the remote plugged into the wall, figuring it could maintain its course until he came back. Bounding down the stairs, two at a time, Jae hit the first floor and looked around. Wow, how hard could it be to tell if time had stopped? The television was frozen on the news frame, but he needed more. He headed outside to the backyard, where Ningning was floating in the pool.

“Ningning,” he called out to her.

“Ningning……Ningning are you there?”

He realized that she had headphones in and that could be the cause, although the water was eerily still; he started believing now that the universal remote was just as powerful as he had been led to believe. Walking over to his sister’s raft, floating only a foot or two from the edge of the pool, he tapped her on the shoulder. She didn’t react, and neither did the water beneath her. Time was stopped, and here was his unbelievably sexy sister in front of him. Should he do what he had always dreamed of?

It was almost comical how quickly he cast aside the morality of the issue and pulled Ningning’s raft toward him. The water beneath it moved but failed to ripple outward. ’ Strange,’ he thought. He’d have to do some experiments to see how this affected everything around him. But that thought quickly expired as he looked down at his 'paused’ sister. His fantasies were playing out before him, and he knew exactly what to do first.

He took both his palms and dropped them on top of her luscious breasts. His fingers gently depressed into them as he took in their size and suppleness. He could feel her nipples harden, and he nearly laughed out loud as they poked into his palms. His hardness pushed against his shorts fully now, and he kneaded his sister’s breasts, feeling the frustration seeping away at being deprived of this moment for years now. Time after time, he had seen them constrained behind tight shirts after tight shirts or bouncing in a bra as Ningning ambled down the stairs. That very morning, he had seen them restrained by a black lace number that couldn’t have extended past her nipples more than a millimeter as Ningning strolled around the second floor in that and her low-riding pajama pants, rolled twice at the hip.

He moved a hand to her abdomen, feeling that taut stomach that he had lusted after in her midriff-revealing shirts and low-riding jeans. The finger’s of his left hand were savoring the feel of her tit as his right played at her pierced belly button. A small jeweled clover hung from it; it was a detail he’d always loved about her amazing stomach: the way it gleamed at him when it caught just the right light. He didn’t miss a thing, feeling every square inch of skin he could touch. Stroking and massaging, he pawed at her and worked his way around her body, slipping a hand gently just beneath the waistband of her bikini bottoms.

But he wanted more, so he did the next natural thing he could think of: he reached under the raft to untie that amazing little bikini that she had on so he could reveal what he had never had the fortune of seeing: her tantalizing rack. Nearly trembling in anticipation as his hand squeaked against the plastic of the inflatable raft, he found the string of her top and pulled his hand out from beneath her. Pulling the string, he encountered resistance as her weight crushed the knot against the raft. He kept pulling slowly to draw out this fateful event as long as possible. Would her areolas be large or small, light or dark pink? Would her nipples be like a pencil eraser as he hoped? Would her naked breasts be everything he dreamt they’d be?

But something was wrong. Before his questions could be answered with even a peek of her naked body, he began to hear the slow drone of the air-conditioner cooling the house behind him, and the jets were quietly starting to dump fresh water into the pool once again. Jae panicked. The remote must not have been able to run infinitely even while plugged into the wall! But he had already untied his sister’s bathing suit, and God, he was so close. He wanted just to grab the top and pull it up, revealing Ningning’s impressive mounds to him once and for all, but things were picking up faster now, and even his lust couldn’t overcome the urgency of the situation. 'Oh no,’ he frantically worried; this was precisely the trouble he’d set out to avoid. But then the water beneath Ningning’s raft began to ripple, and it was all Jae could do to stand up and back away before the world burst back to life around him.

'Oh no, what would Ningning think?’ Blood was pounding through him so hard he could hear it as he feared he would be caught feeling up his older sister. He started to head back to the house in long strides, hoping to reach it before Ningning could realize what had happened…

“Hey!” Ningning yelled, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Jae looked back and saw her holding her sunglasses off her face, revealing her beautiful green eyes and staring him down with them, furious. Jae was sunk. She must have realized he’d had his hands all over her. How could he possibly correct this colossal mistake? He didn’t even have the remote with him. It seemed she saw right through him as he tried to approximate the backlash.

He looked back at her, stunned, as if to say, 'Who, me?’

“Yeah, you, dumbass, I’m looking at you. Did you untie my suit while I was asleep?”

He didn’t know how to respond. He was still speechless from the combination of having not only been feeling Ningning up seconds before, cupping her breasts firmly in his hands, but from the possibility of getting away with it as well. She seemed clueless to all but her unraveled suit, and he may have lucked out.

She didn’t take his pause well: “You are such a fucking pervert!” she shouted at him.

“Yeah, right,” he denied, regaining his composure. “As if I would want to see you like that; you’re probably all lopsided under there anyway.”

He had hurt her with that one. Ningning was a vain girl, to say the least, and she took a lot of pride in her appearance. Even though she knew he was just trying to distract her from the truth, she couldn’t help but glance at her chest to assure herself that he was wrong. Nope, her breasts were perfect - just as they both knew. Despite his efforts, Ningning was still convinced that her little brother had been trying to disrobe her.

“Oh yeah, okay, and so when you walked in on me in the shower today, you weren’t trying to catch me naked. It’s a good thing it was so steamy in there or you would have probably gone from six to midnight,” she said with a smug smile and a voice thick with superiority.

“YOU left the door open, and I had just woken up to go to the bathroom.” Jae retorted, “So fuck you!”

“You’d probably love to fuck me too wouldn’t you, Jae?”

Rather than respond, he just turned and trounced back toward the house; clearly, he would love that.

GOD, she was so frustrating; he found himself cursing the remote for not only depriving him of the chance to see his sister naked finally but for getting him into this debacle now, too. It was useless fighting with her; if he had still been at the mall, she’d probably blame him anyway, so he walked inside, shaking his head. Yet the feeling of her soft breasts and her solid abdomen was still fresh on his palms; he’d been with his fair share of girls, but he couldn’t remember a single one getting him quite so fired up. Everything was so flawless and soft in his hands, and he decided then and there that he would have to get his hands on more of her, even if he now had this new obstacle of Ningning suspecting him of foul play. And how quick she was to jump to the comment about the two of them fucking… the more he thought about it the more it confused him, she was probably just so pissed.

And despite his failure to do more than cup his sister’s mouth-watering tit, he realized the fact that the remote had at least partially worked. It couldn’t have carried more than 8 or 9 percent charge when he’d hit pause. And if that allowed him to touch his sister in a way he’d only dreamed of, in addition to forcing an erection upon him that now begged to be let free… There was so…so much left in store for him. What would he do with the remote now?

Of course, he considered rewinding time to stop Ningning detecting, or at least suspecting him of what was intended to be an undetectable event. But as he weighed the option, he decided that he’d likely be unable to rewind time far enough, especially with the remote in its once again discharged state. So, ascending the stairs to his room and heading back toward the window beneath his remote, Jae gazed out upon the bikini-clad beauty as she wiggled around trying to retie her top without falling into the pool. Her tits swayed gently from side to side beneath the triangles of cloth and he once again recalled the sweet softness of her breast in his hand.

He decided that would be the last time he acted out his desires with so little knowledge of the remote and even less thought about the results and consequences of his actions. Chances were, he wouldn’t be so lucky next time. He grabbed the small notepad with his list of priorities (he’d need to remember to hide it or take it everywhere) and opened it to a fresh page. How would he go about working the remote on his sister? She was always resistant to any displays of his affection toward her, yet willing to elicit them with her teasing and banter. She must have had feelings for him that extended beyond a simple sibling setting. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have put herself on display day in and day out; he’d even caught the naughty smile she carefully hid but occasionally revealed when she thought he wasn’t looking.

He began writing the first command.

[You will not think of Jae as your brother]

Too crude, he thought, that could have more effect on her than he intended. He crossed it out.

[The more you tease Jae, the less resistant you will find yourself to his reactions] [You will find yourself more willing to acknowledge any pleasure that teasing your brother brings] [You will practice less restraint in your seduction of Jae]

It seemed a bit scientific, but maybe that was how this thing worked. He might need to be much more specific with his commands. He noticed in writing what he already knew in his heart: He absolutely loved the way she teased him, even if he hated it at the same time.

[Jae will begin to seem like a viable partner] [As you consider Jae for mating, your concerns about being related to him will abate and then vanish]

He had to laugh at what he was writing now: viable partner, mating? He didn’t want to execute the scientific method with Ningning, he tried to bend her over and fuck her for all she was worth. Yes, he could admit that to himself now, after all the excitement that touching her had brought him and the instantaneousness of his decision to do it, there was no point in denying what he wanted. And he realized that these commands might be helpful to someone whom he didn’t have the additional bonus of years of pent-up sexual frustration toward. He couldn’t imagine prolonging this situation much longer; he wanted to take Ningning for himself as soon as possible, if not that very night. If the two of them had been sweet, innocent, loving siblings, it would be different, but Jae knew how he felt about Ningning, and he suspected that she was of a similar condition, whether she’d admit it freely or not.

He crossed out the two suggestions about mating out, but kept the first three about teasing. He liked what they promised later on. Now for the issue of sex…

[When you see Jae, you will feel the irresistible urge to…]

He laughed out loud, that was his penis talking and he knew it. He crossed it out immediately and continued to the next page.

[You believe that having sex with your brother is acceptable.]

Simple, but he liked it. This way, he wasn’t forcing her into anything, and he’d still have to do his share of work to make her want to have sex with him, just like any other girl. He thought Jim would be proud of him, curtailing the temptation to type something like [You will fuck your brother now and like it], that was of course, if he didn’t tell Jim that Ningning was his sister…

Looking down at the page, he read the commands he’d need to type into the remote back to himself. Satisfied with what he’d come up with, he looked to the remote again. One of the tabs had a small silhouette of a person atop it. He clicked i,t and it immediately revealed dozens of named thumbnails of women in what appeared to be chronological order. He recognized the picture of Dahyun at the top of the list and thought of how streamlined the device was in storing information this way. He scrolled down where there were dozens of thumbnails, maybe hundreds. Jim had been very busy indeed. He would have to check them out later. For now, he wanted to get these commands to Ningning and start collecting the fruits he expected them to bear. After typing them into the device and storing them under a new profile, he tried something on a whim.

[Go to Jae’s room now.]

It took him getting off the bed and pointing the remote at her out the window (the remote seemed to have a range), but the intensity bar he was now accustomed to seeing came into view on the screen. Jae determined that it would take too much charge at over 50% intensity until the button turned green. He considered going back out to her, and then:

[You believe Jae has your phone and is reading your messages in his room]

A victorious smile came upon him as he saw it took very little to get the “Enter” button to turn gray to green. He couldn’t stop laughing as she scrambled from the raft and angrily headed for the house, clearly out for blood. She didn’t even notice that she set her MP3 player on the table next to the phone she was after.

“Jae,” she yelled from downstairs. You better not be…" She mumbled the rest, and he could hear her taking steps two at a time.

Seconds later, there she was standing in his doorway, breasts heaving as she huffed and puffed her way into his room. He may have just held her breasts in his greedy hands, but as always, he was stunned by her as she walked into the room, especially with the great tan she was getting and the slight sheen of sweat the hot sun had given her.

“WHERE IS IT?” She tossed his things around now, throwing clothes to the floor and creating a mess as she searched his room when she didn’t see her phone on his person.

“What the hell are you looking for? And stop messing up my room, Ningning!” The smirk on his face was utterly unconvincing; she thought he was hiding it under his face.

“My phone! Give it to me.” She walked toward him, lying on the bed, and shoved a hand under his back. He could smell her sweet perfume, or maybe it was her shampoo. Whatever it was, the scent was amazing, and it was just a bonus, the excellent view down the valley of her breasts as she bent over to search roughly beneath him.

“Ningning, I don’t have your phone. Jesus!” she pinched him. “Look! I’ll call it,” he said, waving his own ringing phone in the air at her.

Through his open window came the telltale ring of some recent popular song on her phone, and he looked at her with the most pleased smile he could muster. She walked toward the window to ensure she was hearing correctly, strutting her half-naked body across the room again - something he’d never tire of. She was fuming after she realized he was right and turned back from the window to the door as he pointed the remote.

[Pause]

He was still stunned that Jim had somehow programmed the remote to be undetectable; nobody ever seemed to see it or him using it. He wondered what would happen if it died and someone saw him attempting to use it; surely its cloaking abilities would vanish. Still deep in thought, he stood up and walked toward his beautiful sister, hands on her hips and a sexy little sneer on her face; she HATED being wrong. He did a loop around her and checked her out up close. Her incredible rack hung differently now that she was standing, and he was tempted to touch her again; she’d have no idea. But something about her being so…helpless didn’t appeal to him. He’d enjoyed his first discovery of pausing time and the great opportunity it had given him to get Ningning in his hands. Still, he preferred her fully animated, even if it meant he would have to endure today’s bad attitude.

That reminded him to get on with what he’d brought her up here to do. He opened her profile, and with her in the room, a tiny blinking dot indicated that she was in range. Her picture even appeared on the remote now, and Jae prepared to enter his preset commands. One after another, he selected them and entered each one. All four commands entered without taking more than 25% of the charge the remote had accrued. It wasn’t a stretch for her; Jae understood the remote’s actions more as suggestions. He was bringing to the front of the mind something the subject may have already believed, so long as he thought through them carefully. Pleased with the success, he returned to the 'time’ tab and, for the first time, pressed

[Play]

The effect was immediate, Ningning snapped back into life, but momentarily seemed to lose her train of thought. It didn’t surprise him that tinkering in her head like he had at least triggered some kind of reaction. It was only a second, though, after all, he hadn’t but made it a little easier for her to do what she would have anyway; or at least he felt better saying that to himself. She looked around, bewildered for a second, before remembering where she was headed and out the door.

“Thanks,” she said unenthusiastically in response to him finding the phone she’d never lost in the first place. Even the tiny display of gratitude was a bit out of character when she was pissed at him. He wondered if the remote had already started working. 'Maybe?’ he thought.

Shortly after, their parents returned home from work with Jae’s little brother in tow, announcing that they were going out to dinner to celebrate his dad’s promotion. Jae wished he could bring the remote with him, but heeding the warning to charge it fully, he was forced to leave it behind.

As he, his father, and his brother watched TV, waiting for the two women to be ready, he reviewed the events of the day. Having their parents around kind of put a damper on things, so he thought back to priority number two: money and, more importantly, getting his own place.

When Ningning finally emerged and called to the boys, “Ready to go?” They all turned to see the girls standing in the foyer. Tightly wrapped around her body was a simple, light gray dress, clinging to her figure so that his mind struggled even to coerce his legs to move as he attempted to describe it to himself. It was entirely cotton and utterly devoid of any folds or designs, save the elastic hem that clung to her gorgeous thighs. It was meant precisely for the use Ningning was now modeling: showing off her incredible body without distraction. It was cut short enough that he could see most of her long smooth legs running endlessly up to an ass that he wished was in his lap that very second. Her hips, the abdomen he had recently been caressing with soft touches (he could even make out her piercing poking gently through it) and of course his favorite feature just below the plunging neckline were all on display. Jae saw his father attempting not to look between short phrases about 'getting going,’ and 'we’re going to be late.’ He wasn’t doing a perfect job of looking away, and he didn’t blame his dad one bit - he cursed his luck for not having the rest of the night alone to explore what lay beneath that form-fitting wonder of a dress.

As she walked out the door, the dress hugged her hips, and he could see it twist slightly about them. It wasn’t so tight that it slutty, it was just so perfectly packaging her sweet little body that it made his imagination run rampant. He had seen her not an hour ago in a little black bikini that revealed as much of her skin as he’d ever seen, and yet with the dress on, it was like his mind shorted out and could manage nothing but to dream of what lay beneath the snug, soft cotton. He resigned to thinking that was just how it was with Ningning; no matter what she did or how she looked, she always left you wanting more.

He was wondering how people in her classes or workplace ever got anything done when a sudden pressure against his groin jarred him to reality. As she wiggled into the car’s back seat, Ningning slipped backward, and the wedge heels she was wearing caused her to lose her footing. Or so it had seemed as her cotton-swathed behind made contact with him. But as she slid her cheeks downward a few inches along the cock she must have felt (could he be blamed for his swollen shaft considering his most recent initiative concerning Ningning - and what she was wearing) he wasn’t so sure it was an accident.

“Watch it, dick!” Ningning directed at him, looking back as she finally relieved the pressure and sat down in the middle seat.

“But I didn't…” Jae started to defend himself, reeling from the most forward action by Ningning ever.

“Language, Ningning!” her mother scolded. Although they weren’t children anymore, their mother still endearingly treated them like children.

He sure felt like he was a child, though with him and his two siblings packed into the sedan’s back seat, he hoped the promotion meant his dad would get a bigger car. Jae looked at his eighteen-year-old brother on Ningning’s left side - he was too caught up in his own social life and the girls he texted twenty-four hours a day to be affected by Ningning, focusing instead on whichever of his dorky friends was sending funny pictures to his phone. He considered that a blessing, because at the moment, he was feeling his arousal acting in response to the warmth of Ningning nestled between the two of them and the subtle fragrance of her lotion and perfume.

“This is unbearable back here!” Ningning called out toward her parents, “the seatbelts are poking me in the ass and these two are too fat for me to fit back here.”

Typical of Ningning to be complaining at any given time, Jae thought. What was for Ningning to turn to him and say:

“I can’t sit here for the fifteen minutes till the restaurant, let me sit on your lap.”

“No way,” Jae impulsively objected, “Why would I let you do that?”

“Mooooommmmmm,” Ningning whined. 'For god’s sake,’ he thought, 'she is almost in college, and she still cries to Mom when she wants something.’

“Just let her sit on your lap, Jae. ” His mom didn’t even look back. They were interrupting a conversation their parents were having.

Ningning looked at him triumphantly as she lifted her thinly covered backside out of the middle, placing a hand alarmingly close to his crotch as she steadied herself and turned around to sit down. It happened fast enough that he hadn’t nearly enough time to adjust himself and Ningning ended up straddling his dick - aimed directly down his leg and it had been swollen since the minute he’d first seen her in the house.

“And keep your hands to yourself, too,” Ningning said quietly enough that nobody made anything of it. Except Jae had seen the devious grin painted on her mouth, and he was admittedly worried about what was going on. This was the second time in two minutes that Ningning was going farther than she’d ever dared in her teasing of Jae. He’d left the remote at home to finish charging, assuming that his commands would take some time to come to fruition fully. But this was more than he’d planned.

Those thoughts crossed his mind before Ningning settled into his lap. Soon, he’d know there was something awry. As he sat there, begging his member not to cause him any further trouble, Jae was helpless to the sensation of Ningning’s warmth separated from him by only a few millimeters of clothing. And that dress, that fucking dress. The considerably high hem, which it wrapped elastically around her tanned thighs, was meandering its way further and further, revealing more of her sun-kissed skin. Stripper’s couldn’t ride his lap this well, and Ningning wasn’t even moving…

That was when he noticed the car ride wasn’t getting more turbulent. Ningning’s movement on his lap was increasing. There was no doubt in his mind. He began to worry when she started slowly flexing her cheeks and disguising movements with the car bouncing. She kept this up for a few minutes, and by the time they’d exited the highway, onto an excruciatingly less smooth road, Jae was as hard as he’d ever been and paralyzed with fear of discovery. Ningning had never so much as grazed him intentionally in passing, if that, and now she was practically giving him a lap dance.

“Dad, Jae’s poking me!” Ningning complained, feigning a move to the side as if he’d done it. Of course, that same naughty look on her face meant that she knew exactly what she’d meant even if her dad had not.

“For God’s sake, you too, learn to get along. What are you, 20 and 22 years old now or something?” Jae’s dad scolded. He desperately hoped his dad wouldn’t see what was going on between his two children in the back seat, and that he’d neglect to look back there for the remainder of the ride. Jae looked over at his brother, praying that he didn’t realize what was happening with his siblings either. He found it more complex and more challenging to believe that nobody was noticing because by the time Jae’s Mom announced that they were five minutes away he thought Ningning was going to just pull out his cock and fuck him. She was beginning to wiggle back and forth along his length and there was heat emanating from her hot little pussy directly into his pants.

He must have done something wrong. Somewhere, he’d pushed the wrong thing or made the wrong command. He thought over his list and racked his brain; he’d been so sure that the commands were subtle enough that nobody would notice. Ningning’s eyes flitted to his a few times, but they did not read any concern for their safety or secrecy.

“Ahh,” Jae let out unintentionally. Ningning had gone too far, she had slid forward just enough to reach back and grab his cock through his thin dress pants. “Ach-hem.” He tried to make it sound like a cough. Jae’s dad looked back at them only long enough to see Ningning motionless and smiling back at him innocently. He looked back at the road and listened to Jae and Ningning’s mom babble about work and other nonsense.

'Holy shit,’ her little fingers attempting to wrap around him through his pants were going to make him blow in his pants if they didn’t stop soon. Ningning, who was running her hand along his length now too, seemed to be deriving pleasure from the not-so-imperceptible gyrations on his knee. If she were any other girl he’d be pulling that dress down over her tits and pulling her back further into his lap then thrusting against her sweet heart-shaped ass. But she wasn’t any other girl; she was his sister, and just when he thought he couldn’t take another second, the car came to a halt, their little brother finally looked up from his phone, and Ningning promptly stopped her lusty kamikaze game.

Shifting his cock in his pants and tucking it under his waistband, he looked around to see if any of his family members knew what had just happened. Their looks told him they were as yet unaware, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He was safe, for now. But this was too much. He was torn. Ningning was so incredibly sexy in that simple gray dress that he could have fucked her right there in the car, but NOT with his family there. How had Ningning not even thought that far? She seemed intent on getting off and teasing him to the point of orgasm, no matter what it meant. Nothing of the commands he’d planned had that as their desired or intended effect.

When they got to the restaurant, Jae scrambled to take a seat away from Ningning, for fear that she might try to jerk him off under the table or something of that nature. He knew he’d come way too fast after her antics in the car and couldn’t risk being caught by his family. Not that he didn’t spend the majority of the two hours staring at her cleavage as she did her best to display it to him, or cringe as he watched her flit her tongue over any food that was even remotely cylinder-shaped. She was so entrancing that he’d hardly touched his food when he got up to go to the bathroom.

Splashing water on his face, he looked in the mirror and commanded that the man that stared back at him get a hold of himself. Yet, despite the stress she’d been putting him under with her antics, he looked his usual ruggedly handsome self. Now, he hadn’t forced her to want him, which she had done alone. Having taken off the restraints of siblinghood, Ningning seemed to be showing that if he hadn’t been her brother for the last few years, she’d have been doing a lot more than walking around in her bra to spark his interests, and that pleased him beyond belief. As he reached for the door to let himself out, it opened before he could do so followed by a determined-looking Ningning.

“What’s the matter, baby bro, do you have something on your mind?”

She pushed him against the wall and sniffed like a game-cat at its prey. He looked around to be sure they were alone. Her body pressed against his, and she put a hand on his big chest.

“What has gotten into you, Ningning? You can’t do this, Mom and Dad…” Jae protested, feeling his reservations weaken as she straddled his leg and pressed snugly against him, closing the remainder of the gap. Now he could feel every part of what the dress so seductively hid, and his heart rate began to hasten.

“Since when did you become such a little girl. Don’t pretend you aren’t enjoying yourself.” Her hand moved to his solid shaft again as she squeezed him, proving her point.

“You are going to get us caught. Besides, just this morning you were acting like I was the most disgusting guy you’d ever seen.” Now that he’d regained himself, Jae took his sister by the shoulders and spun her towards the wall, throwing his weight against her as she contacted it with a soft thud.

“I didn’t hear you complaining in the car when you were practically impaling me through your pants with that thing,” Ningning said back, seeing her brother looking down at her face and then further to the deep cut in her dress between her breasts. She took one of his hands in hers and ran it up her body, clearly enjoying the sensation before she stopped their journey on one of her luscious tits. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

He could have lost it right there, her dress was now riding up so high from the two of them gently grinding their pelvises together that a few more inches and he’d find out if she were wearing panties or not. But something in his head told him this was not the way he wanted her. She teased him to no end, and given his command, she may have even considered going further, but this was something else. No matter how he spun it, he knew that something was wrong. So he withdrew slowly from her grasp, backing away in a superhuman display of willpower.

“What the fuck…?” she questioned him. The look on her face was one of anger, for being deprived of release and for Jae’s second thoughts, and one of hurt - she’d not once in her life been rejected by any man and this was her brother, someone who’d been begging to get anything and everything she had to offer for years.

“Ningning, I want to, I just… we can’t do this here, like this.” He tried to explain, but the words didn’t come quickly enough to his head.

Ningning looked as stunned as he did when she first grabbed him in the car. For the first time, she was speechless, which caught Jae off guard.

“Come on, be reasonable! Look where we are.”

“Haha,” she laughed sarcastically, shaking her head in disbelief, “I thought I was being reasonable, giving you what you’ve been begging me for years! And you know what, I think I’ve changed my mind too then…”

She walked toward him slowly. The backs of his thighs ran into the vanity as he retreated, afraid of what she might do. She surprised him when she didn’t hit him or scold him any further. She just stopped when she was gently standing against him and took his hands in hers. She looked right up into his eyes; he could not read the intention in them at all. Turning his palms face up, alternating between watching their hands and gazing back into his eyes with her vibrant green ones, she placed both hands on her abdomen. She slid them slowly up the soft cotton that covered her smooth curves below until they finally stopped atop her breasts, her fingers curling around his to encourage him to support their weight in his palms.

Time seemed to stand still without the remote’s assistance. Jae was lost in her gaze and the unexpected turn of events. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally spoke after standing on her toes and pressing her lips to his ear.

“And this…” She caught his gaze and flicked her eyes down to where his hands held the perfect orbs up slightly from their resting place in their cotton cocoon. He could never get enough of this feeling.

“Will never happen again.”

She left him standing in the same position, holding handfuls of air and a mind racing with regret. His jaw dropped. Just like that, she gave him everything and then took it away.

He couldn’t delay returning to his seat any longer, so he struggled to put on a look that didn’t indicate he’d just been struck by a bus and sat down among his family. Ningning acknowledged him with a casual smile and went on in conversation with her dad about the job she was about to start in a few weeks.

This insane rollercoaster of feelings had to stop, and Jae decided not to make rash decisions until he got home and found out what he’d done wrong on the remote. However, the extreme change of pace made him feel hollow, wanting to feel Ningning’s touch or her gaze or the teasing she was almost always engaging in. She didn’t so much as acknowledge with a glance what had transpired in the bathroom, and both the meal and the cold, empty ride home (Ningning convinced her mom to sit in the back and talk about 'girl stuff’) were an awful slap in the face. He hated himself for being careless with the remote again. Hadn’t he learned his lesson the first time with Ningning after pausing time to feel her up? Hadn’t he said he’d never decide to leave himself so exposed without the remote again?

When he got home, he immediately headed to his room, where he found the remote charged and waiting for him where he had left it. He whipped open her profile and scanned it for whatever had gone wrong. He was flicking his finger down the list when he realized he could scroll down the page. The command lines were not the only settings in each profile.

The problem had to be among a bunch of default settings Jim had made to be checked or unchecked. There were boxes for the time of day for commands to take effect and for types of sexual activity to automatically engage in, and then he found it.

Under the category listed “Fetishes,” were a few that Jim wanted checked automatically. 'Wow,’ Jae thought, 'he must have been around to set women to act the way he wanted by default.’ Sure enough, the boxes tagged [Exhibitionism] and [BDSM - Dominant] were checked and at 50% intensity.

Jae didn’t know whether to be angry at the remote or to feel lucky that he’d been dealt only as badly as he now was. He pressed hard on the unchecked button, not that he needed to, but he was frustrated and irrationally thought he’d take it out on the remote. They didn’t uncheck anyway because Ningning was downstairs watching a movie and not in range. 'Damnit Jim,’ he thought with his worries about Ningning and what he’d done to her beginning to melt away.

He walked down both flights of stairs to the basement, where Ningning sat in the dark, still in her dress and covered in a blanket. It seemed he’d really messed with her feelings, and she was coping now; she never really went in the basement because she didn’t like it down there in the cold darkness.

“I hope you aren’t planning on staying down here with me,” Ningning said without looking at him as he stepped off the last stair.

“Ningning, wait…”

“Nope, we have nothing to talk about.”

Jae decided that he couldn’t fix this situation without the remote. He promised himself he’d not rely on it like this all the time, but for now, his inexperience with it had gotten him in too deep, and he needed to use the remote to fill the hole he’d dug with it. He unchecked the two problems in Ningning’s profile, but now he had to work on her attitude.

[You will not remember being denied by your brother this evening or your corresponding anger]

Yeah, that would probably take care of it. He pressed the green button. It sapped 53% of the power from the remote immediately! Jesus, he knew it was necessary, but she was going to hold on to that if he hadn’t commanded her not to - it was easier to pause time! He thought that was probably enough, but knowing that Ningning’s sexual forwardness tonight toward him had been artificial as well:

[You will not remember any instances tonight of touching Jae sexually or any feelings of dominance or exhibitionism]

That was fair, too. It took about 25% of the power from the remote to carry out—22% left.

[You remember sitting on Jae’s lap and enjoying it]

22 % left. Jae couldn’t help but beam with pride at that one. He thought he was about done when one more happy thought popped into his head.

[If you desire to masturbate when Jae leaves, you will do so and have a powerful and satisfying orgasm] [You will have a very restful night’s sleep and dream peacefully until morning]

10% left. He honestly wanted to make up for the pain he’d caused her tonight and the meddling in her brain he’d done to cause it to go so wrong. “Are you going to sit down and keep me company or just stand there?” Ningning looked at him with a cute look of testiness. To her, he’d just been standing there idly for a few minutes now. He sat behind her on the couc,h and she lay her head back on his shoulder. This was one of the few times they got on exceedingly well, when nobody was around to see. Everything was back to normal.

“Eyes on the TV jackass,” she told him off.

'Yep, everything was definitely in its proper place,’ he thought, smiling.

Her eyes caught the light of the TV, glinting at him as she looked up from her perch on his shoulder. The soft light dramatized the curves of her body, still bound by the enveloping cotton. He thought of staying, of seeing if he could end the day on a higher note, but the remote was on its last leg, as was Jae after the trying day, so he bid his sister goodnight and left her to finish her movie alone.

“Don’t let the door hit you on the way out,” Ningning said, pleased with herself. I love you!“ she sarcastically added.

He knew from the sideways grin that she had meant it, but it didn’t change that he’d have to go back to being constantly plagued by her teasing and snide remarks the next day. It was a small price; tomorrow, he knew he’d have to work out a way to give her what she deserved or he would pop. He’d figure it out; for now, he could only think of getting some sleep and dreaming about what lay in store for him. As he ascended the stairs, he remembered something and paused mid-climb. Some sounds of rustling came around the corner, and after less than a minute, a soft but undeniable moan made its way to his ears. It was enchanting and authentic, the sounds of her touching herself so. His mind conjured up images of Ningning pulling the hem of her dress up (not that it had very far to go) and stroking her fingers softly across that little slit of hers. He couldn’t wait to have the opportunity to be there too… 'Soon,’ he thought, 'but for now - good for her.’ Ever the one to be looking out for his sibling, even if she’d likely return to being a total bitch the next day, he silently wished her a happy orgasm and left her to herself finishing his ascent up the stairs without a sound. He slept soundly that night, the quiet buzz of his charging remote lulling him to sleep.

When he awoke, he felt ready to attack the day, having slept off the ups and downs of a dramatic and action-packed day. He stood up out of bed and walked over to his huge window overlooking the pool in the backyard. Ningning had been up for over an hour and had slid into what was, in his opinion, the most amazing bikini she owned. It was a very petite, elementary, and erotic number - woven with thick, soft cords of rope just the right off-color white with a tiny bit of skin showing through each weave. It accented her tanned skin perfectly, and it was smaller than most of her others, letting him see plenty of it. The cups simply didn’t contain her awesome mounds, with bits of them spilling out and creating more jaw-dropping cleavage. At the nipples, the weave tightened, perfectly concealing what lay beneath. In it, she was laid on a lounge chair, twisted about, the sun praising her with its warm rays.

Entranced by his sister’s body - gently swelling with slow, relaxed breaths, Jae unzipped his pants and pulled out his throbbing member. He doubted that it had fully softened since he decided to use the remote on Ningning, not that it ever really did when she was around. He envisioned himself pressing Ningning’s soft, plump pillows together, still loosely covered in her bikini and sliding his shaft between them, the rope strand that precariously joined the cups grazing him as he did. His hand worked over his shaft, and he imagined that it was Ningning’s, her pampered and soft hand gently working him into a frenzy as she had in the car the day before. Not that she would remember it, the remote had ensured that. He had no idea that she was aware of him watching her, and so he thought himself utterly lucky when she dove swiftly underwater only to emerge dripping wet and arching her back as she ran her hands over her silken, drenched hair. Continuing their trail down her neck and shoulders, her hands grasped lightly at her breasts. She delicately squeezed them together and then ran them down her strong abdomen; Jae let out an audible gasp. Finally, she waded over to the edge of the pool and thrust herself out, her breasts so terrifyingly close to falling out of her bikini as her arms thrust them together and she lifted herself from the pool.

Jae was clueless to the pleasure that she was currently deriving from the teasing, thinking that he had simply caught her at an unbelievably good time. The sinful assumptions they both formed were making each of them hornier than ever, and when Ningning turned from him and reached for the tie in her top Jae nearly spilt his seed against the window. Angled just right so he couldn’t take in an entire tit nor the puffy nipple atop it, his sister laid down on the lounge chair in front of her. As she extended herself face-down on the towel, Ningning’s breasts mashed against the lounge, and she quickly pulled away the suit beneath. Seeing her lying out below him and watching her adjust her topless body, wiggling this way and that, was too much for him. Jae came in strands, one after another, all due to the captivatingly seductive vixen below, his very own sister.

Regaining his composure and quickly cleaning himself up, Jae focused clearly on what he’d promised himself the night before. Today was the day. He had done his homework, putting commands in place to get Ningning on the right track. But what now? He had already decided not to force his will upon her, simply because he wanted things to happen naturally. Maybe it was the cloudiness of sleep not yet gone or his insatiable appetite for his sister not yet fulfilled, but no strokes of brilliance were coming. He decided to explore the remote a bit. He’d certainly started to get the hang of it now. Of course, there was the tab for moving and controlling objects, and one for implanting new skills - he couldn’t wait to take that one out for a spin… or a swim. 'Heck,’ he pondered, 'why not try now?’

He hadn’t yet used the remote on himself, so when he opened up the tab with a swimmer icon on it, pointing it at himself and choosing the butterfly stroke, it was an eerie feeling. He clenched his eyes shut and pressed the button, believing he could be tempting fate with his attempt. Nothing. He hardly believed that it had worked, so, wanting to test it out, he headed down to the pool. Stopping at the door partly to prepare himself for the sight of his sister and partly to prepare for what he intended to accomplish today, Jae gazed out at Ningning. He stepped through the threshold, a remote securely strapped to his arm.

"Seriously, Jae, it’s only 10 am and you’re already being a pervert?” Ningning was on him the second he was in earshot. “Yeah, I do have eyes, crazy right, because I swear if someone asked, you wouldn’t know I had anything but breasts.”

“Seriously, Ningning,” he replied mockingly, “It’s only 10 a.m., and you’re already being a bitch? Wait, never mind. I forgot that was a 24/7 gig for you.”

He walked right past her and jumped into the pool, being sure to splash his sister as he did. He immediately took to the water and found that the second he tried to do the butterfly stroke, his muscles moved like they’d been doing it for years, and he propelled himself through the water from one end to the other in no time. His newfound talents did not go unnoticed by Ningning, who feigned sleep while watching Jae’s muscles ripple as he glided through the pool. Both brother and sister were shocked, and Jae was proud, so he punched a few more swimming techniques into the remote and, before long, was unintentionally giving Ningning a real show.

The remote’s commands from yesterday are now taking effect. As she watched him, thinking that his sinewy shoulders and rugged abs were something she’d like to get her hands on, Ningning began to moisten. Usually, she’d shrug off such a thought, reminding herself that he was her little brother and pretending she was disgusted. But the remote had taken care of that roadblock, the most important of all. The resistance toward her brother she’d previously felt was now alleviated, and thoughts of him entered her head and refused to leave. As her arousal pushed her imagination further, she started thinking of what other things she might do with an attractive guy like Jae, not that she’d ever tell him.

Finished marveling at his new abilities, Jae looked over at Ningning, whom he’d seen staring at him when she thought he wasn’t looking the few times he came up for air. This was new: Ningning gawking at him. His heart skipped a beat - maybe the remote was finally working, letting her fantasize about him rather than quickly writing him off in denial and disgust. Once again, a light bulb in Jae’s head brought him another prime opportunity. 'If this remote can do anything…’ he thought, 'could it read Ningning’s mind?’

Clicking upon the icon in the shape of a thought bubble, he found that it pulled up only the one single green button. Pointing it at Ningning, he entered it:

[Read]

He honestly did not know what to expect, so he was taken aback when images began to flash across the screen. It wasn’t like watching TV, some images came and went before ever describing her thoughts or coming into focus. Others were clearer: the first couple of clear pictures were of shoes - how surprising. Then it lingered slightly longer on a sweating glass of cold iced tea. Next, Jae saw his face flash across the screen, and then hold for a second. A faceless man of a well-built stature swam impressive strokes in a blurry pool of water. He believed now that the remote was rendering her thoughts, however discombobulated and stream-of-consciousness they might be. It was brilliant, he could know whatever someone was thinking simply by pointing the device at them and pressing a single green button. He noticed, however, that the percentage points of battery were ticking away fast enough for him to watch the battery count down - about 1% every six or seven seconds.

After images of her brother remained for a few seconds longer, each one in the same dream-like rendering, things became more real. Vivid memories of Ningning sitting on his lap in the car and Ningning gyrating to the bumps and jolts of the car came into view. Then Jae recognized himself moving in a point of view style in a way he could only describe as…sex. Was Ningning imagining having sex with her brother at this very moment? Ningning had been pushing the envelope with her brother, but these fantasies of Jae were altogether different. The blurred images of the perceived incestuous activity remained for a few seconds before the screen returned to useless pieces of clothing, best friends’ faces, and some pop culture concepts.

Jae got out of the pool deep in thought and did not notice Ningning watching him off and on the entire time. He headed into the house to fix himself something to eat and formulate the next stage of his plan. Jae could hardly believe what he’d seen. If he was right, it meant that Ningning might be easier to persuade and his plan would be taking form any time now. Snacking on this and that, and pouring himself and Ningning a glass of the iced tea she was dreaming about, Jae headed back out of the kitchen toward his beautiful sister in the same position he’d left her.

His cock was somewhat hard from fantasizing about Ningning and her perceived dreams of being fucked by her brother, so it wasn’t hard to make out the form of his penis through the polyester stretched over it. He was a reasonably impressive 8 inches. Jae walked out the door and once again took in the sight of his sister’s topless body from the side, quite obviously at that.

Seeing him ogling her, Ningning started: “Come back for mo…” but she cut off suddenly as she looked over at Jae and her eyes fixed upon the taught fabric over his inflated manhood. This was undoubtedly out of character for her, openly fixating on her brother instead of the other way around. Jae could only assume that his plan was working, and his excitement was welling inside him.

“What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?” The tables had finally turned, and Ningning could barely take her eyes off him long enough to respond. Even then, it was only when he jumped in the water that she could no longer see his package against the trunks.

“No…I was…” A stutter was so uncharacteristic of his overly-confident sister that he nearly laughed out loud. “Just thinking how you were ruining my alone time.” Ningning finally managed. There was no doubt in his mind that the remote had worked wonders. He could only imagine what kind of things he’d be seeing if he had the remote read her mind now.

Setting his drink down, he hopped in the pool and felt the cool water against his skin. He once again brought up the display on the remote (the old man who had given it to him told him it was waterproof.)

Ningning was primed and thinking about sex, he knew that when she had gotten so derailed by the sight of his cock. Up until that point, she had done a fantastic job of keeping the attraction she encouraged with all her teasing one-sided. And that was no easy task for any girl because Jae actually did a fairly impressive job of staying in shape; Ningning showed remarkable dedication by pretending not to notice his big shoulders or sculpted abs. Not this time though, she had been staring right at him and he could practically taste the tension in the air as her eyes took him in, namely his enlarged pole.

Wanting to have a bit of harmless fun, Jae pointed at Ningning,

[stimulate vagina]

Again, the green button arose, accompanied by a bar tagged “duration” and one that, as always, indicated intensity. He set it to the lowest time, only a second, and the intensity more than halfway, and let it fly. He almost laughed out loud when Ningning jolted, face down on the lounge, and was quite confused. Had her bikini shifted against her pussy? She looked around to ensure it wasn’t her brother; no, he was just wading in the shallows. She put her head back down on the lounge. God she was sensitive, she thought, and cringed at the thought that it was her brother’s fault and that big cock he had stuck in her face.

With a big grin, Jae turned up the duration and hit the go button. For about five seconds, Ningning quietly squirmed on the lounge, resisting the urge to moan aloud or to reach down and touch her aching pussy. She knew she had to be extremely horny to be reacting like this, and she desperately hoped her brother was unaware of her state. Of course, he was not, and he turned up the duration and intensity again before Ningning could regain her thoughts, watching her intently as he did. This time, Ningning’s back lifted off the lounge, and she cooed loud enough for Jae to hear.

“What was that, Ningning? Are you doing something over there?” Jae said with so much satisfaction, “because that sure sounded like a…”

“Shut up, you ass,” Ningning responded indignantly, cutting him off “I just knew you’d ruin my afternoon.” Ningning got up and headed for the house, strategically covering her breasts with her arms. She hadn’t even had time to grab her top as she hurried inside, her pussy still tingling. She intended it to make him feel guilty, but she really had to go in for fear that she’d cum in front of her brother if she didn’t get out of there soon. God, why was he having this effect on her all of a sudden? The image of his big, hard cock flashed through her head as she leaned against the kitchen counter - maybe it had something to do with that.

Jae watched his sister as she hopped up and scampered into the house. he was laughing outright now, a sincere happiness and joy washing over him at the success of the remote. Ningning was now horny, thinking about fucking her brother, and stimulated. He’d played it just right, using Ningning’s own desires and insatiable need to tease her brother in combination with the remote’s influence - its abilities were exactly as the old man described. There were no limits to how far he could go with it, though as he saw Ningning’s body from the side, the sweet swell of her breast covered by her arm and jiggling as she padded toward the door, he certainly knew how far he wanted to go with her.

Waiting for his sister to come back out (he was far from satisfied with what he’d done to her) Jae played around with the remote. He turned the pool’s temperature down a few degrees and cleaned off the bottom of the pool with just a few taps. More importantly, he aimed the remote at his sister’s bikini top, left behind, and ordered the remote to summon it. It quickly flung toward him and into his outstretched arm. “34D,” he read out loud, “very nice.” He was grinning from ear to ear.

Ningning stood in the house for a few minutes, rethinking her situation. She’d left her phone and book, headphones and even her top outside so she’d have to go back out, fearing something more might happen to her with her brother and that big dick of his around. Then, she snapped back to reality. She was in control of HIM, not the other way around. He was the one constantly pining to see her naked or getting hard when she gave him even the slightest peek. No, she would not let him keep her from sunning in her own backyard, so she stomped back out the door towards her chair.

Ningning saw him looking at it, just missing it mysteriously fling across the span of fifteen feet from the lounge to his hand. He had her top now and the look on her face made her all the more angry.

“Give it back Jae, give it back right now,” she was pissed and sexually frustrated, not a good combination for keeping one’s cool.

“Why don’t you come and get it?” He challenged her and then made his best orgasm face he could, mocking her with a few moans as she had just a few minutes ago.

“This isn’t funny, quit being a dick or I’ll tell mom and dad you tried to see my tits.” Ningning fired right back. It was a valid threat; his parents hearing about this would not be good. He knew he could probably prevent it with his remote, but he took the easier route and simply tossed the little scrap of clothing back to her. He did, however, throw it strategically so that she had to bend down toward the pool, revealing even more of her hidden mounds and lithe body. As she unintentionally posed, bent at the hips and causing his shaft to fill with blood once again, he wound up for his next move.

Jae doused Ningning with a wave of water that brought a shriek of discomfort from the topless and furious brunette. She stood up almost instantly, and Jae prayed she would lose grip on her chest, but she was aware enough to grab her top while continuing to cover and quickly tie it up, once again concealing her perfect orbs beneath before Jae could gaze upon them. As she worked the strings in her nimble fingers, Jae sent another wall of water crashing over her, and before he knew it, she had leapt into the water and tackled him backwards.

He quickly regained his footing, holding her back around the ribcage and hip as she attempted to wrap her arms around his torso to gain leverage somehow. She almost slipped his grasp and brought him under before he maneuvered her back to arms’ distance apart. Admiring the way her breasts heaved and swayed in the water, he continued to battle her bac,k and she reached for his trunks. Her fingers grazed his cock more than once, and with considerably less ambiguity each time. She had often tried to pants him before, but this time he suspected she may have had some ulterior motive. As he reached underwater to hold her back, he got an entire handful of her breast, and when she came back up, she gave him an offended look.

“Did you like feeling my tit, I know you did it on purpose asshole.” she sneered at him. He had, and he wanted more, but he wasn’t about to tell her that.

“I might have if there was anything there to feel,” he retorted. Though Ningning knew he was lying through his teeth, she hated him for getting the last word. 'Oh no,’ she thought as she looked through the water in front of her, there was Jae’s hardness again, enlarged as ever.

The pool did somewhat conceal it, but there was no getting around the fact that his cock was struggling against his already thin trunks, now partially transparent in the water. Ningning was noticeably distracted by his tented and transparent trunks as she fought to gain control over him. Her momentary lapse allowed him just enough to maneuver her 180 degrees and to bear hug her from behind. He wished he could take both her breasts in his hands right then and there, but decided against it, already sufficiently aroused by her barely clothed form smashed against him.

“Let me go, mmmph, you bastard,”

She still writhed in his arms attempting to get free, but both of them quickly felt Ningning’s sculpted ass pressing back against her brother’s hardness. He had her now, Jae’s use of the remote and his successful seduction had had her jumping into the pool to get this all along, whether she knew it or not. He could feel his sister’s combative maneuvers decrease in fervor, and instead, he detected her hips pushing harder against his submerged pelvis. Any onlooker would know now that they were not just horsing around in the pool; the brother and sister were now locked in a battle of wills and arousal.

Whether Ningning had admitted it to herself, she was now bending to her brother, or was he bending to her? It was unclear; with her thinly covered ass grinding into him, his cock telling her how bad he wanted her, neither brother nor sister could make heads or tails of the situation. They both lost track of how their little scuffle had started, and Ningning struggled to conceal her true purpose, now feebly attempting to escape his hold while forcefully shoving her cheeks against him.

“Look who wants it now,” Jae chanced saying into her ear, nipping at it as he did,

Ningning couldn’t stop her thrusting, but she could also feel her competitive ego damaged by his declaration of victory. She could sense his arms wrapped tightly around her, forearms pressing her chest together so it spilled out around all sides of the bikini. Unbound by formalities any longer, Jae deftly moved his hands to her breasts and grasped them as she arched her back to continue gyrating angrily against his hard pole. He first mashed his fingers against them, over the sexy bikini he loved so much, and then thought, 'been there, done that!’ So he quickly slid his hands under the bikini to the long-awaited prize. Though he couldn’t see them from his position behind her, the combined feeling of Ningning’s nipples poking into his palms and the hard friction she was creating underwater was outrageous. He couldn’t believe how round and supple they were - how hard her nipples were as he moved his fingers to pinch them between his thumb and forefinger. He pinched them hard to return the favor for all her frustrated humping and thrusting thus far. Ningning was breathing more heavily now, still not wanting to moan out and give him the satisfaction of knowing how much she was enjoying this.

She even loved the feeling of his rough, manly hands having their way with her breasts, knowing he had been lying before… knowing he had worshiped them for years. He sank his fingers into every inch of their expansive flesh, and she moaned out involuntarily as he pinched her nipples hard. She could feel him clearly taking her nubs between his fingers and prying at them, eliciting a bit of pain and so much pleasure. Something about being a part of fulfilling her little brother’s long-time fantasy was thrilling; her wanton hole moistened at the thought. Wanting her to be free of the sexy bikini top, Jae let go just long enough to untie her from behind, but Ningning didn’t intend to remain so completely under his control.

Taking the opportunity, she spun around forcefully in his arms, the bikini unraveling as he held the final string in his hand.

Her chest came into view, and the breasts he’d had in his grasp were everything he’d dreamed they’d be. Utterly perky and proud, topped by a small pink areola and a nipple as big as a pencil eraser, as he’d thought-no, bigger. He looked down her taught midsection once again and to the beautiful swell of her hips. He hooked a finger in her bottom, pulling her towards him; he could tell that she was shaved. He wanted to delve further, to touch her sweet pussy, to taste it and to get inside of her as soon as possible.

Looking down between them, Ningning reached forward to grab Jae’s now granite-hard cock. Her fingers grazed over it, teasing him once again, and Jae instinctively moved forward to try and get more of himself into her grasp.

“Remind me who’s trying to fuck who again,” Ningning directed smartly as she withheld fully taking hold of his cock as he desperately wanted her to.

Teasing him was all fine and good, but Ningning needed to maintain their humping and the stimulation of her needy clit or she thought she’ go crazy. Shoving him back toward the very edge of the pool, Ningning’s legs pulled at her brother’s thigh greedily and he offered it forward to her. Both brother and sister began to drive against each other, Ningning’s initially angry thrusts melting away into purely animalistic ones.

She began to moan, “ohhhh… you fucking asshole…I can’t believe I’m letting you…mmmph” She was unable to contain herself now, unable to hide the pleasure she was deriving from this sudden change of heart toward her brother.

What had gotten into her? Why had it come to this, let alone with the brother she always teased but never dared to go further with? And yet, his body, his demeanor, and his lust for her were so undeniably hot, how had she missed it? Was she going to fuck him, because it sure seemed to be going that way and she couldn’t imagine now gathering the strength to stop it. No matter what was going on in her head, Ningning’s body demanded that she keep seeking the sweet release that grinding her sensitive pussy against her brother was offering her. Jae’s cock worked its way along her back and forth gyrating, making contact with her little hole, still covered in bottoms due to their haste.

“Jesus….Shit that’s big… I want it so bad…..soon,” she was so far past pretending now, “keeping going… just like that, ohhh….fuckkkkk.” she let out in a string of dirty talk and moans that made Jae’s head spin as she felt his cock against her.

Jae still couldn’t believe just how well the remote had worked. A day or two ago, she was laid out with her breasts peeking out of some ridiculous clothing, taunting him with what he’d never have. Now he was watching his this fuckable brunette, topless and begging for his cock, hump with reckless abandon. He was far from complaining, in fact he was trying to document everything that happened down to the last detail, from her smooth, soft legs against his to the lack of tan-lines on her breasts or the way her hair was in an perfect messed up bunch on her head. He suddenly hoped the remote had a replay button, though he prayed this was not the last time he’d have his sister, begging be fucked, in his arms.

After many long moments of their lustful, aggravated attempts to get off, Jae took his sister firmly by the hips and lifted, setting her ass on the edge of the pool. He wasted no time with her bikini bottoms, untying them and whisking them off of her in one swift motion. Similarly, he felt no patience to deprive her right then, and instead plunged forward stopping only for a few teasing kisses before sucking her clit into his hungry mouth. She tasted delicious, the fresh water from the pool mixing with the sweetness of her tight little hole. He flicked his tongue quickly across her clit for a minute or two before he drove his tongue down into her tunnel and brought a finger there to meet it. Plunging it in and out, he coupled the diving of his finger with that of his tongue and he quickly brought Ningning to a panting and gasping state. Hearing her approaching orgasm, he found it a perfect time to stop and teach her a lesson for all her teasing, or at least beginning to. Ningning tugged at his hair, hopelessly at his whim and begging for him to continue,

“Please don’t stop….oh please, keep going just like that…just don't…ever…stop” and when he did, “uhhhhhhhgh,” a frustrated yell “FUCK YOU.”

“You deserve every bit of this,” he snapped. She knew he was right, she truly had been teasing the shit out of him for years now, but she intended to start making up for it now.

Ningning urged her brother out of the pool beside her, spreading a towel under their knees on the hard ground. She looked at him, the frustration and lust of their initial coupling transforming into something different. It was still lust, undoubtedly that, but it now had a hint of…intense longing…attached. Staring deep into each other’s eyes, both matching a hazel-green from their mother, Ningning pulled Jae toward her with hands in his hair. Their lips met, and a whole new sensation, a loving wave of warmth crawled through their bodies. Tongues danced and eyes flickered, occasionally catching the other’s as they opened after long closed periods of simply taking in each other’s presence and the gentle caress of lips. Jae held himself up on one arm and the other roamed over his sister’s naked form. It stroked listlessly all of those features he’d so idolized, feeling each one from her smooth abdomen to the perfection of her face. Even their legs locked around each other, struggling to make more contact, to secure each other in a desperate embrace.

Their kisses picked up in lust and need, signaling that they’d both had enough of apologizing for prior mistreatment. Ningning once again grabbed for Jae’s cock and found that he had not deflated a bit. The feeling of her hand wrapping around his cock again jolted him back to reality, reminding him how long he’d been dying to get inside of her. He took his sister’s neck in one hand and urged her backwards, laying her down against the sun-warmed concrete. The sensation was incredible, Ningning sandwiched between it and her brother’s muscular body atop her. It only got better as she lined up the tip of his cock with her waiting pussy and gave him one last firm squeeze around the base.

“Fuck me Jae,” her flaming irises said she meant business.

But he was no dummy, she’d been in control of his every fantasy, every glimpse of skin she decided he could see and every time he’d had to go jack off in the bathroom because of her teasing. He’d not let her have it this time. So when she put his tip against her and demanded that he take her, he simply waited.

She wondered what was taking him so long, and then breathed in sharply as he took the his cock in hand and rubbed it from top to bottom of her drenched pussy. Thinking he’d enter her immediately following that had her looking him in the eye as she anticipated the move. She opened her mouth, expecting to release another moan of pleasure as he sank into her, but nothing came. She looked into his eyes and realized his plan; she knew he was waiting for her to say the magic word, though she could not believe he’d resisted her this long. Nobody had ever done that to her before; being as beautiful as she was always got Ningning everything she wanted.

Giving in, and desperately needing to be filled by her brother’s awesome width and length, she looked at him and appeared on the verge of tears.

“Please Jae…..mhhhhh….put it in me…You can have me any time you want, just, please!…oohhhhhhhh”

Before she could finish he’d already begun pushing passed her folds. He couldn’t stand to hear her beg like that; her words were so sincere. She was entirely within his power and they both knew it, but he knew he’d never be able to deny her if she asked like that - it was a first. He pushed inch after inch inside his sister, her tunnel taking him deeper and warmer.

“Is that what you want baby, your brother…ohhh,” he felt himself bottom out, “fucking you?”

“Oh my God yes….ughhhhh….you fucking asshole.” Her words caused them both to let out a short breathy laugh at the black and white contrast to her sincere begging. The entwined brother and sister both looked down between their bodies, taking in the sight of his cock sunk deep into Ningning’s pussy… his sister’s tight, wet pussy. She squeezed his penetrating shaft as hard as she could, whining at the exertion and desperately hoping he’d begin to slide in and out of her. Ningning’s eyes looked longingly into her brother’s; Jae took it as encouragement to begin fucking his sister now that they’d savored the feeling of his rod securely inside of her.

He picked up the pace quickly; his cock plunging in and out of her folds. The softness of her pussy yielded to his penetrations, urged inward and outward slightly with each thrust. He could see her abdomen expanding as he buried himself inside of her, filling her up, and then retracted. Ningning’s breasts began to shudder as he bounced his pelvis against hers and plunged into the depths of his gorgeous brunette sibling. Her grateful pants picked up and Jae was loving every second - from the feel of her body grasped in his massaging hands below to the incredible heat and pleasure emanating from their incest. That’s what it was, and they both knew it, loving every stroke all the more as brother took sister and gave her what she’d been dangling in front of him for so long.

“All that teasing…and this….FUCK….ohhhh….is what I was missing?” Ningning’s words were driving him insane between her gasps of pleasure, her beauty was even apparent in the subtle tones of her sweet voice.

“God I’ve wanted this….ohh…for so long” Jae let on, he was ramming into her hard now and he loved the way her tits bounced significantly with her sprawled out below him. “I knowwww……ughhhh. God I am so sorry…..so sorry I neverrr…. oh fuckkk…. let you fuck me before.”

She even arched her and turned her hips to invite him deeper just when he thought he couldn’t go another millimeter. Her tunnel was gripping him so tightly, the ribs of it caressing his penetrating cylinder flawlessly. They both believed there had never been a more perfect fit. Ningning and Jae were stunned by the utter completeness they felt compared to previous partners, especially when Jae slowed to a stop a few times and they locked lips and battled tongues. Ningning’s depths gently pulsed against his motionless cock as they kissed, seconds later to resume the incest they were greedily carrying out - prolonging it each time.

After an indefinable amount of time, Ningning put her fingers, extended, against Jae’s abdomen and pushed him slowly back, his cock springing from its home and leaving them both painfully wanting more. On that note, Ningning turned herself over and crawled up seductively on the lounge nearby. She looked back at Jae and directed a wagging finger at him, beckoning him to her. He was far from resisting now and hurried to her. When he reached his sister, she had gotten securely on all fours and was looking back at him.

“Wanna fuck me doggy?” she asked sweetly. Of course he did, and rather than answer, he lined up his cock and sank it down deep before Ningning could even fathom the entrance. This elicited a deep howl from the beauty and Jae worried, if only for a second, that someone might hear them. The thought actually served to turn him on more; taking hold of her hips strongly now, Jae began to pound into his sister’s pussy from behind. He looked around, taking in their surroundings; they were out in the wide open next to the pool. Anyone in the many houses that could see into their backyard, anyone nosy enough to check out what creature had made the sexy little howl and especially their parents could have seen them were they home. Ningning had noticed it too, in fact, she had found it even more arousing than he, long wanting to be fucked in an even more public setting.

“Ooooooo, ” Ningning whimpered aloud at the thought, she had so much she wanted to do with Jae and his perfect cock.

Jae admired his sister below him, her back was arched the way only a seasoned seductress such as herself knew how, allowing him the best angle at which to penetrate her. He loved viewing his cock sinking repeatedly into her dripping arousal, both of their bodies lightly dusted with sweat. Ningning’s body glistened in the sun and her tits hung freely, swaying with each thrust. Ningning began moving back to meet her brother’s pounding each time and she loved their new position.

Next Jae took hold of his sister’s coveted tits, causing her to rise upward a bit to accommodate him. They were just as spectacular as the first time he’d gotten his hands on the bare flesh not long ago, if not better with the feeling of her hot tunnel wrapped around his pole. Years of sexual frustration began melting away as he savored his sister’s quim and the sweet release it was bringing him. He knew she had a lot to pay for, but this was an unbelievably good start. He pulled Ningning up on her knees, his cock still buried inside her and sliding slowly up and down into her. Ningning loved the feeling of losing control, his hands upon her breasts and neck now and his shaft, his huge shaft spearing her vertically.

They were close now, so close.

“I am gonna….I’m almost Jae….oh fuck….fuck me baby bro….fuck your… ughhhh big sister,” her cries were heartbreaking, “come with me…please,”

“…Can I…”

He didn’t even need to ask, and Ningning cut him off -

“Of course…. I want to feel you….so fucking deep….UHHHH….cum in me.”

Jae slammed into her particularly hard as she gave him permission to shoot inside of her. He’d never come inside a girl before without a condom, and he couldn’t wait to do it with his sister as he approached his orgasm. They were an entwined pillar of forbidden love and insatiable lust, Jae’s arms holding her tight with her breasts spreading beneath his palms and Ningning’s tightening sheath impaled by her brother. Her soft cheeks padded the shock of his thrusts against them and they chased their orgasms determinedly, though desperate for the other lover to find theirs first.

Ningning arrived there before her brother, first with the build up and the increasing volume of her moans. Unbeknown to her Jae had used the remote to stall his impending orgasm as she received him on all fours. (He couldn’t help prolonging this glorious event) Instead she was more than impressed by his stamina and it caused her to desire all the stronger that he cum inside her soon, and hard. She cried out his name and turned to shower him with hasty and desperate kisses. His hands still roaming her body came to rest on the breasts that he loved so much as he felt his orgasm approaching as well. Ningning started to fade, her strength leaving her as her body leapt into climax. Jae held her up in front of him, cupping her breasts in his hands and sucking at her neck as he fucked in and out of her a last few times. Ningning convulsed, her walls gripping him tight and it was too much for Jae to sustain another plunge. He began spraying her insides with jets of his hot cum. It only added to her climax as she felt the warm seed painting her insides and she shook with involuntary waves of orgasm. It was heavenly for both brother and sister. His cock moved only centimeters but it was excruciatingly pleasurable for both of them. They lost all senses except the feeling of Ningning held within her brother’s arms, his rigid member sunk deeply into her from behind. She shook, again and again, and Jae felt her milk the last of him from his lusting manhood.

He didn’t want to pull out of her, and she couldn’t fathom being left without him now, so the two collapsed forward, laughing at the way they clumsily fell to the chair. Jae did not seem to get any softer, though any movement sent him into shivers of agonizing sensitivity, such as the residual convulsions Ningning experienced many seconds apart from what had been the most intense orgasm she had ever had. They knew that fucking their sibling was wrong, but they’d be damned if they missed out when it felt so good. Now that Ningning was his, Jae couldn’t wait to take her in every way, in every room of the house and more. He wondered what her attitude would be like toward him now that she had begged to be filled with his cum and he’d so readily obliged.

As they lay quietly thinking over their respective concerns, Ningning turned toward her brother and quieted them with a long, thoughtful kiss. It said 'I don’t know what’s going to happen next,’ but It also said, 'I need you.’ If Jae’s cock was softening before the kiss, it had since changed its mind. He began to almost involuntarily move against his sister’s spooning body and Ningning rolled her eyes backward - not even believing that he could be ready for another go.

The sweet fluids of Ningning’s climax and the forbidden seed inside her made sliding in and out of Ningning’s freshly-fucked pussy feel like heaven. They were so drained, so hopelessly lost in what had just transpired between them that simply gyrated lethargically against each other. Their motions were painfully gentle, and this time both brother and sister felt every rib, every fold and the helmet of Jae’s cock rubbing tantalizingly deep within Ningning’s body.

Their motions picked up, but only gradually, they were still exhausted from fucking each other so greedily. Ningning turned without losing her brother’s penetrating member for a second, facing him and preparing to continue their gloriously slow fuck. Ningning could feel her body threatening to bring another jarring orgasm if she continued any further…

“Mmmmmmmmh,” Ningning lifted slowly up, “Again?” - back down.

“God damnit Ningning,” Jae’s cock was sensitive but he’d never refuse fucking his sister till the day he died, “I could do this forever.”

But they didn’t have more than those few slow thrusts to entertain another round because the back door sliding announced they were about to be found out.

'Oh no, how much charge did he have left?’ Jae brought the remote up and frantically looked over it. Who was about to come through the door, and would he have enough to escape this coming disaster?’ His thoughts went in a panic

“What the fuck is going on here?” His dad yelled as he gazed upon his naked daughter atop her brother, mid-fuck and loving it.

[Pause]

[depressed-freak13]

autistic eddie who has only dated steve.

theyve been dating for a few weeks before eddies mind starts to wander and think of what dating someone else would be like. but purely in a logical-scientific-i-must-test-this-hypothesis sense.

so he talks to steve and steve is so supportive. he says eddie should find someone safe to take on a date to test his theory.

the day comes where eddie takes daniel—danny—on a date. steve has a shift with robin at family video.

robin has been anxiously flitting about the store since their shifts began. shes been rambling non-stop about anything and everything—utter nonsense. robin just wants to keep steves mind off eddie being on a date with someone else.

she knows steve. she knows how quickly he falls in love and how close to the cusp of it he is with eddie.

if hes not already there yet.

eventually though, eventually, robins rambling works against her. she cant remember how she got here—talking about her hopeless love life and how shes destined to be alone forever.

but it pops out.

“—just want something like you and eddie.”

silence.

robin stops breathing.

she did that. she totally did that. she cant believe she did that.

steve doesnt say anything. robins back is to him so she cant see his face. she cant see how massively she fucked up.

robin is determined to live her life standing in this family video with her back to steve so she can never see his reaction and never know how she just broke his heart—oh my god shes a terrible best friend—

a noise interrupts her panic. a noise from steve. a noise that robin is familiar with.

robin whips around, nearly spinning in a complete circle with her speed.

—hes—hes—hes—guffawing?

robin doesnt know how else to describe it. steve is behind the family video counter, one hand splayed across the counter. the other hand is holding his stomach as he snort-laugh-coughs?-wheezes so hard robin swears she can feel the vibrations in the soles of her feet.

robin is over here—planning the end of her life because she thought she broke her soulmates heart.

and steve is—steve is—

steve has spent the last 8 months spending time with eddie. he sat by his hospital bed, keeping eddie company with his horrid jokes and stumbling through his first reading of the hobbit because

“stevie its my favorite”

steve drove eddie to his physical therapy appointments and cheered eddie on when the metalhead had good days. steve also embraced the silence and made sure to stop for a treat on the way home when eddie had a bad day.

when eddie was finished with physical therapy, steve learned all of the stretches and exercises that would help eddie maintain his strength and mobility. every day, without fail, steve would remind eddie to do the stretches and exercises the two of them learned. and on days when eddie adamantly refused—steve would use his harrington charm to either guilt or beg eddie into completing them.

even when steve wasnt spending time with eddie at the hospital or for doctors appointments—the two were always together. whether they were showing each other their favorite movies or eddie was forcing steve to expand his music knowledge or the two were sitting out at the quarry, smoking a joint from eddies personal stash—“its the good stuff steve. if we’re gonna be besties you gotta smoke the good stuff”—and gazing at the stars. they were always together.

the point is—the point is—steve has spent a lot of time with eddie. a lot of time where steve has come to see eddie for his likes and dislikes—and read how to see that on eddies face.

steve knows he doesnt have much going for him. hes not book smart, he doesnt have much of a career, hes not overly ambitious (and of course none of that makes him less—thanks eddie) but steve has always been people smart.

hes always had a knack for reading people. he can tell when someone is genuinely enjoying something versus when theyre faking it—even if theyre a really good actor.

and steve has spent a lot of time with eddie—as previously stated—which means steve can read eddie like he hand-wrote that book.

so steve can see that eddie has never been drawn to someone like hes been drawn to steve. even in the beginning, when they were just strangers who had saved the world together, steve saw how eddie reacted to him differently than anyone else. looking back on those moments now, steve recognizes the attraction—the fire—the love—that was lit in his chocolate eyes. steve has never seen eddie look at anyone else that way.

steve also saw how eddie nearly physically recoiled when danny picked him up.

—not that he meant to be there. he totally didnt mean to be there. happy accident. pure coincidence—

max had been asking steve to take her out to the diner—absolutely not begging, no matter what anyone said. it was just coincidence that he happened to do it on the same day and around the same time as eddies date with danny.

—okay so steve and max totally planned it and they were definitely peeking out the curtains of maxs trailer for a full hour before danny finally showed up—

but thats beside the point.

steve had seen danny get out of his car and knock on the trailer door. the door opened and eddie appeared and steve could not contain his snort.

steve didnt know what it was about danny.

his clothes

his smile

his smell

his face

but something about danny repelled eddie. steve saw eddies brow and eye twitch. a sure sign he was holding back from flinching away.

eddie was definitely not interested in danny.

for a second, steve thought about walking over and claiming eddie had outstanding plans with him and max. an easy escape for eddie.

but then steve thought for another second, and couldnt wait to hear about how bad of a time eddie had.

—of course, steve would absolutely step in if eddie was feelng uncomfortable or unsafe. but steve knew that eddie was able to handle himself, and might get frustrated if steve tried to step in. steve also knew that eddie desperately wanted to test his date theory, even at the expanse of himself.

so steve let eddie go on his date, and then steve went to the diner with max and came to work his shift with robin.

which is where he was now, struggling to breathe as he laughs at robins unnecessary panic and counting down the minutes until his shift ends and he can show up at the trailer, hear about eddies date theory, and snuggle up with his boyfriend.

[prettygirl-gabi]

Title: More Than I’ve ever imagined

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

Fandom: UConn Women’s Basketball

Rating: General Audience

Word Count: ~2.5k

Summary: From morning sickness to belly lifts, Paige is by your side through it all.

Credits to @yailtsv and her mood board for the help of writing this

🏷️: @nicebellee , @sitawita , @thatonesuschix , @vamptizm , @elalfywhore , @starfulani , @authentic-girl03 , @paige05bby , @paxaz535 , @azziswrld , @paigeluvvr

I knew Paige would be excited when we got the call confirming the IVF had worked, but nothing could’ve prepared me for how she reacted. She was sitting on the couch, scrolling through her phone, when I walked in holding the test results. The second I said, “It worked,” she jumped up so fast she nearly tripped over the coffee table.

“No way. No way. You’re serious?” Her eyes were wide, already glistening.

I nodded, and that was all it took. She lifted me off the ground, spinning us both around until I was laughing and begging her to put me down before I threw up for a different reason.

Morning sickness was hell.

But Paige? She was heaven-sent. No matter the time of day or night, if I was hunched over the toilet, she was right there with me—holding back my hair, rubbing slow circles into my back, and whispering soft encouragements.

“You got this, baby. I promise it won’t last forever,” she’d say, voice laced with concern. “Just breathe, okay? I’m right here.”

She was always right there.

By the time we reached the second trimester, Paige and I were dying to know the gender, but I agreed to let her and Azzi handle the reveal. I should’ve known Paige would go over the top. The day of the baby shower/gender reveal, I walked into the venue thinking we were about to pop a balloon or cut a cake. What I did not expect was a giant box sitting in the center of the room.

“Paige,” I called out, suspicious. “Where are you?”

Azzi smirked but said nothing as she handed me a ribbon attached to the box.

“Go ahead,” she urged.

I pulled. The box flaps opened, and Paige—my ridiculous, over-the-top fiancée—popped out, beaming, with a sign that read “It’s a girl!” in sparkly pink letters. Her blonde hair? Completely dyed Sparkling Rosé pink.

“PAIGE!” I gasped, laughing in disbelief.

“Surprise!” she grinned. “I wanted to match our daughter.”

I couldn’t even be mad.

By the time my belly was really showing, I was struggling with the weight of it. My lower back constantly ached, and walking around all day was exhausting. Paige, with KK’s help, convinced me to let her do daily belly tapes and belly lifts. She took it so seriously—watching tutorials, making sure she didn’t pull too hard, and being extra careful when lifting my belly.

“You trust me, right?” she asked one evening, gently pressing the tape into place.

“Always,” I murmured, feeling the relief almost instantly.

The only thing we ever argued about during the pregnancy was my body pillow.

Paige hated it with a passion.

“That thing is evil,” she grumbled one night, glaring at it from her side of the bed.

“Paige, it helps me sleep,” I reasoned.

She rolled her eyes. “I can help you sleep. Just use me instead.”

I laughed it off—until one night when I felt absolutely miserable and couldn’t sleep no matter how much I tossed and turned. Paige, sensing my discomfort, took the body pillow away, tossing it to the floor.

“C’mere, baby,” she whispered, pulling me against her.

She guided one of my legs over her waist, acting as my human body pillow, and started rubbing soft, soothing patterns into my back.

“Relax,” she murmured. “I got you.”

That night, for the first time in weeks, I slept soundly. From then on, I didn’t even reach for the body pillow—I had Paige, and she was so much better.

The day of the birth was intense. Paige never left my side, holding my hand through every contraction, whispering sweet reassurances even when I wanted to scream. When our daughter, Zara Rosé, was finally in my arms, Paige let out a soft, choked laugh, brushing a tear from her eye.

“She’s perfect,” she whispered.

Neither of us could settle on a name at first, so we let the team decide. It only took an hour of chaotic group chat discussions before Zara Rosé Bueckers was officially chosen.

⸻

Two Years Later

Paige and I had kept Zara out of the public eye, choosing to enjoy our little family privately. It wasn’t until one of Ice’s Instagram Lives that everything changed.

I was braiding Ice’s hair while she answered fan questions, Paige lounging off-camera with Zara sitting on her lap, watching a show on Paige’s iPad.

One moment, everything was normal. The next, Zara turned to Paige and asked, clear as day, “Mommy, juice please?”

Silence.

Ice looked at me, eyes wide. Paige looked at me. I looked at the camera.

The chat exploded.

“Mommy???”

“Paige got a BABY?!”

“Y’ALL HID A WHOLE CHILD??”

I sighed, setting Ice’s hair down. “Welp.”

Paige groaned. “So much for keeping it quiet.”

At that point, there was no denying it. We confirmed it live, explaining why we kept Zara private and how we wanted to enjoy our time as parents before sharing her with the world.

To our relief, most fans were understanding.

That night, after Ice’s hair was done, Paige and I made it official with a simple Instagram post—a picture of Zara asleep between us with the caption:

“Worth every secret. 💞✨ #ZaraRosé”

⸻

As I lay in bed that night, Paige wrapped an arm around me, pressing a soft kiss to my shoulder.

“You happy?” she murmured.

I turned to face her, brushing a strand of newly dyed pink hair from her face. Only cause Zara begged for her to have pink hair.

“More than I’ve ever imagined.”

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                             -prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

[wrenisrad]

I Prefer Hiding in Plain Sight

pairing: Azriel x Reader (mainly towards the end)

word count: 1k

c/w: angst, feelings of inadequacy, they're idiots your honor

“Life may shift,” You recall Rhysand telling you, after you had barely turned twenty, surrounded by your friends– your family, who had serenaded you with a horrendously off-pitch rendition of Happy Birthday. “But we will forever be that same, count on it.”

And as much as you wished you could have relied on the comforting words of your friend, they had failed you, slowly, but surely they turned into something different. Something unrecognizable. Gone were the days of simplicity, laughing at Rita’s, or having a Sunday dinner with everyone in attendance. 

Now, handed to you on a brandished, dirty plate, were days of being brushed off and constant cancellations made of weak excuses, a; “Feyre wanted to have a night in,” “Elain wished to go for a walk,” or the simplest, “Nesta needs me.”

 It seemed as if the presence of the ever-shining Archeron sisters dimmed your own light, leaving you abandoned and rusted. All of the love and time you had given your family, left to rot. They had left you to rot. 

It was to be expected, you had had a gut feeling whenever Mor had brought the two elder Archeron sisters to the House of Wind, when, despite your injuries as severe– if not more so as theirs, everyone had rushed to them. No matter how hard you would attempt to convince yourself in the middle of the night, that you were ‘just getting used to them’ or the like, there was always a lingering pit of jealousy that would slowly rot in your heart every time you were excused. 

Even now, sitting upon the ledge of a hidden cliff, legs dangled along the side– something that would have sent even Azriel into a spiral a mere two years ago, you had been left alone. To be frank, you weren't sure anyone noticed you had left. Not when a part of you could practically feel the joy reeking from the house, making your nose curl. 

In truth, you hated yourself for it, for the jealousy and pettiness. It felt dirty, making your insides burn with the feeling that you were being childish, that you were being ridiculous. The thought circled over and over in your head until it had made it spin, forcing you to shove your thumb against the middle of your brow bone. 

Though a cool, soothing tendril follows, wrap around your finger and lessen the sharp pain. Opening your eyes to find the source of the alleviation, you see a silken shadow shyly curling in on itself, a kid caught reaching into the cookie jar, not the weapons of destruction and peril most saw them as. Though, as endearing as the shadow was, it could only mean one thing.

Azriel was here.

“What do you want?” You murmur softly, looking down and dragging your fingers against the scattered pebbles around the cliff, plucking one up and flicking it, listening to the satisfying click…click..click as it ricochets off the base of the cliff, attempting to fill the void of the silence. 

“Checking up on you,” A familiar rumble, Azriel sits himself beside you and tenderly wraps a wing around her. “Are you alright?” 

“Just…peachy.” You grit out, trying not to curl in on yourself just like his shadow had just done, trying not to seep up the warmth of his attention. As you reach for another stone, Azriel gently picks up your hand, running a thumb over the back of it. His eyes look up at you kindly, expectantly. This is where you usually lay all your cards on the table, where you tell him that you’re not okay and that everything hurts. 

A part of you screeches to fight it, to take your hand back and look away. But the louder, gentler part of you yearns to soften into his touch. 

And so you do. 

You curl up to his side, burying your face into his shoulder and letting out a shaky sigh. Wrapping your arms around his bicep and squeezing your eyes shut, fighting the warm tears threatening to seep from your lashes. 

“I love you.” Azriel murmured softly, stroking your thigh, causing rapid flutters in your stomach. “You’re my best friend, and you will never not be my best friend.” 

“Then why are you never around?” You croak out weakly, wincing at the desperation in your voice, it's unnerving. 

“I don’t…I don’t know.” Azriel began, “Maybe because I felt a duty to Rhysand and Feyre? But even so, I still let this happen.” “You’re fine, Azriel.” You murmur, barely noticing him tense at the use of his full name, rather than an affectionate ‘Az.’ Even tense, he still found the strength to soften, just for you. Pulling you even closer, he lays his head against yours, lips idly resting on the crown of your forehead. “It’s not fine, love. It hurts you, and I refuse to do so any longer. Because you mean everything to me, alright?” He whispered, squeezing you tightly against his chest. “I'll talk to Rhysand, why don't we go to Svenda’s tomorrow, just us?” 

It wasn’t revolutionary, but it was a start, and that was the most important thing. “Alright.” 

At your agreement, Azriel smiled, a quiet, genuine smile. The two of you sat in comfortable, golden silence for an unknown amount of time. The tense atmosphere melting into intimacy and nearness, the warmth of it all making your eyelids heavy, eventually drifting to sleep. 

When you woke in the morning, you were tucked into bed, just how you’ve liked since you were a child. Eyes blearily scanning the area, before landing on a note, propped up on your bedside in a comfortingly familiar script. 

I’ll meet you here before Svenda’s, 6:00 pm. Wear something nice.

And you swear your heart did not flutter. 

©wrenisrad on tumblr

reminder that plagiarism is illegal

A/n: sorry if its rough, I haven't actually written in a year lol, hope we like it? Also, I cant remember where I got the borders from, I downloaded them a while ago, so if you recognize them could you please comment who the artist is so I can properly credit them!

[cherryredcheol]

"baby"

tldr: all the way seungcheol uses your nickname a/n: this has been written and waiting to be posted forEVER but i'm finally ready (i am down horrific for this man)

seungcheol x reader fluff wc: 1k

reprimands: to make sure you know he's yours

“baby.” his tone is firm, controlling. he thought it would be a good idea to invite you to his shoot today, thinking you'd like to see him in the expensive clothes he was always put in for cover shoots. what he didn’t account for was you pouting over the friendly makeup artist assigned to him for the day. 

“don’t pout. you know i only have eyes for you.” he was trying to reason with you but his patience was wearing thin. you were being difficult on purpose and he couldn’t really do anything about it given the need to protect his image and act as professional as possible. you just huffed, frown settling deeper on your face. 

“you’re being a little unreasonable,” based on the look you gave him that was the completely wrong thing to say to you. he turned when he heard them call for him from set. it was time to shine. he walked over to where you sat, bending down to meet your eyes, “if you’re good for the rest of the day i’ll reward you when we get home, baby.” 

whines: when he doesn’t have your attention

“baby,” he could hear the pathetic tone in his voice but he just couldn’t help it. he’d had a long day of meetings and listening to presentations, the only thing keeping him going was knowing that you would be waiting at home for him when it was all over. you’d look at him with your soft eyes and dote on him all weekend, just how he liked. now here he was, waiting to be coddled and you were too busy giggling at your phone to spare him a glance. 

“what could be so entertaining on the phone that you can’t spend time with me?” he was laying it on thick but he was desperate at this point, especially when his question was only answered by another tittering laugh that was still not directed at him. at this point, he was fed up. he craned his neck to see what had you all giggly. 

“oh my god. you’re kidding me!” he couldn’t believe his eyes. playing on your phone was an edit of him from the most recent gose episode. the clip wasn’t even his best moment in the episode, but he did look quite handsome that day so he can’t blame you for watching. he still really wanted to be fussed over, “seriously, put your phone down. i’m much cuter in person, baby.” 

cat-calls: as you walk by in his favorite dress

“baby!” he called out to you, dragging out the ‘y’ sound. you paused, stopping in the middle of the bedroom as you crossed from the closet to the ensuite bathroom. he was seated on the bed, tying his shoelaces when he caught sight of you in the soft pink sundress he loved so much. you looked at him with big, curious eyes, wondering why he had stopped you in the middle of getting ready for your date in the park. 

“spin for me.” he got up from the bed and reached for your hand. he held it up, above your head and twirled you in a circle, eyes taking in every inch of you. he was excited to have a picnic with you but now he was considering scrapping the whole thing to stay behind. seeing you in a sundress always did something to him. 

“you’re so beautiful,” he was full of compliments, making sure you knew exactly how beautiful he thought you were. he considered himself a lucky man every day he got to spend with you. he supposed his desire for you could wait a few hours. he should spoil you rotten with a date in the park, before spoiling you in bed. “sure you really want to go out, baby?”

admires: because he’s proud of you

“baby,” his voice is soft, eyes even softer as he cups your face. he’d just gotten home from his schedule and you’d greeted him at the door, immediately sharing the news of your promotion with him. it was a small, mostly lateral move, with a tiny raise but you were still excited to share the news with him. he kisses you deeply, trying to convey his pride to you wordlessly. 

“i should tell my mom. she’s going to be so happy for you.” this made you blush. you knew he’d be proud but you didn’t really expect him to be so happy that he’d want to tell everyone. it wasn’t even a big deal. you begged him not to call his mom right that moment and instead conceded to a spontaneous celebratory dinner at your favorite restaurant. 

“i’m so proud of you,” this was now the sixth time he told you this since you shared the news with him, the second on the car ride to the restaurant. you blushed every time he said it, and had asked him to stop, to which he refused. in fact, he had doubled down. he threatened to have a cake brought to the table at dinner if you tried to silence him again. at a red light, he fished his phone out of his pocket, handing it over to you, “call my mom, for real. i want us to share the news with her. she’s going to be so proud, baby.”

barks: on accident

“baby!” the name came out harsh, frustrated. you’d never heard it that way before; this time, it wasn’t even directed at you. the dressing room fell silent and you watched the blush creep up his neck. the boys were never going to let him live this down. he turned from you, the conversation you were having before he went on stage now gone from his mind. 

“sorry, i meant to say ‘seungkwan’”. he was trying to save the situation but it was awkward. not only had he tried to reprimand his members but he’s accidentally used your name to do it, embarrassing himself in front of his members, staff, and you. what was once a bustling hub of movement and concert preparation came to a screeching, uncomfortable halt at his faux pas. 

“we know you like seungkwan, but we didn't know you liked him that much, hyung.” jeonghan broke the tension saving his leader and ushering in some polite laughter. the commotion slowly began again and he turned back to you. his face looked normal, probably due to the makeup, but his neck was bright red. he was flustered, “they’re never going to let this go, baby.”

[ellewritesalright]

Nine Long Years - Part 8

Nikolai Lantsov x Rietveld!reader, Kaz Brekker x sister!Rietveld!reader (platonic)

Part 7 --- Masterlist

Synopsis: After watching your brothers die, you found yourself working on the Volkvolny. In the many years since then, you somehow became the queen of Ravka while your brother somehow survived firepox and life in the Barrel, rising through its ranks. In disguise during a diplomatic trip with your husband Nikolai, you meet Kaz Brekker for what you think is the first time, only to find out that he is your long-thought-dead little brother.

Author's Note: Hi Everyone!! So excited to share this part with you all!! It took forever to write this, but there are a couple of scenes that I had written way back when I first started this series knowing that this is where it would go, and those scenes are very dear to me. Hope you all enjoy! Can't believe we're almost at our ninth year...

Warnings: mentions of death, angst and fluff, mentions of sickness, injury, panic attacks, firepox. If I'm missing something pls lmk

Word Count: 7,950

SEVENTH AND EIGHTH YEARS

Everything happened so quickly.

You barely had a week with Nikolai in the Spinning Wheel when the Darkling attacked again. You'd been making up for lost time, working together to end the war in the daytime and holding him tight and whispering soft things to each other at night. It was enough for you to be back on the same page as Nikolai. But the chapter was short. 

The ambush took him from you, transforming him into a creature akin to a volcra. There was a horrible terror in your veins as you watched him reform in front of you, but worse than that was the pit in your stomach at the confused and pained expression he held on his fanged face even as he changed. Seeing him claw at himself in shame as he tried to use his leathery wings to fly away broke your heart.

A few weeks had passed since then. You had followed Alina where she led, working for her cause and pushing to free Ravka. You got back into the habit of praying you acquired underground, asking the saints and Ghezen and any other being who may listen to keep your love safe. 

By the time you were fighting in the fold, surrounded by darkness, the Darkling's army, volcra, and every other enemy imaginable, you were harrowed and angry. Grisha keftas are made to be bulletproof, but you weren't stupid enough to aim at the Darkling's soldiers' keftas. Your bullets pierced through the exposed skin of their necks and heads each time you fired. 

Your accuracy drew attention, though, and a heartrender turned his eyes on you. You felt your chest tighten, your gun dropping out of your slack wrist as he slowly killed you. And just as you fell to your knees in the sand of the fold, your body loosened. You glanced up to see a volcra had carried this corporalki up into the sky, tearing one of his arms off. Blood splattered on you as he was torn, and you ducked behind a wrecked skiff to take cover from the volcra. 

You held your gun firm as you peered over the skiff at the volcra above. It was circling you, like it was waiting to pluck you up into the sky too. You raised your gun, ready to fire at it, when you saw it swooping towards you. You ducked again and fired, blindly hoping that you had stopped it. 

You heard a scream behind you and whipped your head around to see a Darkling Tidemaker behind you being forced down so harshly into the sand by the volcra that her head was now submerged. This creature's wings flapped as it turned slightly, peering at you with familiar eyes. It gave a meek screech, sounding nearer to a squawk than the high-pitched roars of other volcra you had encountered. It ducked its head slightly, and you saw little scratches on its face, as if from its own talons.

You pictured the attack on the spinning wheel, the last images of Nikolai before he was transformed into a self-loathing creature.

"Nikolai?" You breathed.

The creature finished burying the tidemaker and flapped its wings, flying away across the dark fold. You blinked and leaned against the wrecked skiff for a moment.

Then you ran, trying to go after Nikolai. You wanted to scream for him, to try to gain his attention and draw him back, but you couldn't bring that sort of attention to yourself, not when there were real, dangerous volcra as well as the Darkling's Grisha and nichevo’ya all around.

Seconds morphed into minutes, minutes into hours. As far as you could tell, you were running and fighting for forever. Even the quick things seemed to slow down, the bullets and elements, the monsters and shadows; everything seemed small and slow as you moved through the fray, slashing or dodging every foe you faced.

You kept an eye on the sky, aching for your impossibly aggravating prince--the soon-to-be king whom you loved. As you spotted him again, tangled with a real volcra in the air, you held your breath and ducked behind the hull of a skiff-wreck. You raised your gun, trying to get a read on whether you could shoot without hurting Nikolai, but no sooner had you held your arm out were your eyes suddenly caught on a Soldat Sol across the sand as light burst from her body. Then another otkasot'ya sun soldier behind her lit up the same way. In a moment, fifty beams of light reached the top of the fold. The airborne volcra all began to screech, the nichevo'ya began to dissipate, and the fighting ceased as all Grisha--on both sides–cast their eyes to the sky to see sunlight poking out from up above.

You searched the air for Nikolai. Your mind started reeling for a second as you could not find him. Bile rose in your throat, and the doubting began. Would you find him a corpse? Would the Soldats’ sun beams turn him to ash?

But then you heard a scream, its timbre somewhere between an animal screech and a warm chesty reverberation you liked to rest your head on, and you turned around, seeing the creature's wings shrink away and a tattered king begin falling from the sky.

“Nik!” You shouted, running towards him.

When he was ten meters from the ground he stopped screaming. Something invisible had caught him, slowing his descent. Zoya stood away to the right, her arms raised.

His back landed on the ground and you kept running towards him. The sand was rugged under your knees as you landed beside him, bracing your arms around him. It didn't matter that his back was still against the ground, or that he let out a soft groan, he wrapped himself around you too.

You raised your head, looking down at him and inspecting his features. They looked human, but more than that, they looked like your Nikolai. His blond hair and hazel eyes that looked at you like you were the center of the universe, both so familiar that you felt your chest expand with a relief you hadn't known since last you held him like this. There was soot and grime on his face and a small cut on his cheek, but you could deal with that later. You sighed and hugged him again, practically lying on top of him as the Darkling's forces surrendered to the Second Army. Nikolai groaned softly, taking in a shaky gasp from the force of your hug. You eased back a bit, but your arms were still holding firmly to him.

"You're an expert now," he breathed into your hair.

"What?" You panted, leaning back slightly to look at his dirty face. 

"At saving me."

He flashed a smile, informing you that he thought his joke was funny as can be. That reason alone, that he hadn't lost his sense of humour, brought you to tears. He really was your Nikolai, no matter what challenges you faced, or monsters you fought.

Seeing you cry, he sat up, wiping at your cheeks. He held your nape and gently knocked his forehead against yours. "It's alright, my dear. I'm alright now."

"I know, I just…" You sniffled.

"You just what, love?"

"I was just so afraid I would lose you."

"My darling, you'll never lose me. I promise."

"I felt so helpless and scared. I can't lose you like I lost–" your words ran short of saying your brothers’ names, but Nikolai understood regardless. He held you tighter.

"I know," he said as he pressed his lips to your forehead. "I know."

You sighed, putting your face in his collar. "You're the one that just fell out of the sky after being a sadistic man's shadow monster and yet you're comforting me."

"It's my job, you realize; just part of what a good fiance does."

In all the chaos and fuss, you nearly forgot the chain around your neck. You pulled it out from under your clothes and admired the two rings as they dangled. They couldn't be more different. One was a standard circle of gold, simple as could be, the other carried a sapphire worth more than anything you'd ever owned let alone worn as a constant on your body. Nikolai unclasped the chain and let the rings drop into his palm.

"I would get on my knees again, but I think I need a minute before I can get up. A lot of me is a little sore." He touched your cheek, brushing his thumb along the apex. "My love, will you make me the happiest man alive by marrying me?"

You chuckled softly. "I've already said yes, Nikolai."

"I know. But I want to hear it again. Picturing you in a white gown and veil was the only thing getting me through while I was a shadow monster."

You smoothed his ruffled hair back, kissing him briefly but sweetly. "Yes. I will marry you, Nikolai Lantsov."

"Thank the saints for you," he murmured before drawing you into a long, tender kiss. His forehead connected with yours once you finally broke apart again. "You'll be a wonderful queen."

"Nikolai…" You started, your eyes darting away as you felt your cheeks warm.

He cupped your face in his hands. "You will."

"You have too much confidence in me."

"I beg to differ."

You looked in his hazel eyes for a moment. "Are you good enough to stand?"

"Only with the assistance of my beautiful fiancé."

"Very well," you smiled at him.

You helped Nikolai to his feet, letting him lean some of his weight on you. The sand was uneven beneath your boots as you walked with him against your side. First and Second Army soldiers alike rejoiced as they looked at the clear sky, the division between East and West Ravka finally broken. 

"It's a brand new world," you remarked.

"A world where the sea isn't on the other side of a monster-filled death trap," Nikolai grinned.

"True enough," you grinned back. "Though I think royal duties will keep us in Ravka."

"You'd be surprised just how often a royal gets to travel, moya tsaritsa."

You noticed how he squeezed closer to your side, and you smiled even brighter.

"I love you dearly, do you know that?" Nikolai asked, his eyes playful yet true.

"I think you've mentioned it once or twice."

"Then I shall mention it again; I love you dearly, my darling."

……….

A couple of days after the Fold was torn and the Darkling burned, you were still in the camp on the outskirts of the sand waste. You walked through the camp, offering assistance or whatever kindness you had to those who remained. You stopped at the stables, catching a familiar face. Mal was hitching horses to the closed carriage Nikolai procured for him and Alina to take away for their new life free of sainthood and sun summoning.

"Leaving so soon?" You asked loudly and suddenly, startling Mal.

He threw you a look that softened into a light chuckle. "I'm thieving away, just like you."

You made an exaggerated gasp. "Is that any way to speak to your future queen?"

"No," he smiled, "but it's a way to speak to an annoying friend."

You tsked and playfully smacked his arm.

"I'll miss you, Rietveld."

"I'll miss you too, Oretsev. Take care of Alina, but also take care of yourself, Mal," You said softly. "That's an order from your queen."

"You're not queen yet."

"Even so… I hope the countryside will treat you well. Nikolai and I will visit once you're all settled, I promise."

"I'll hold you to that."

You hugged him, patting him on the back. There was something brotherly about Mal, something that always just made you want the best for him. Maybe it was the tinge of Jordie in his persistent optimism. Or maybe you loved him for the way that he had inadvertently ensured you obtained all you wanted.

"And…" You rubbed the back of your neck as you stepped back from him again. There were the beginnings of tears in your eyes. "...Thank you for convincing me to stay. I can't begin to tell you how much I owe you."

"You can thank me by naming your firstborn after me," Mal joked, despite the way his eyes glazed over as well.

You smacked his arm again and then wiped at your eyes and nose. "Oh, shut up. I take back everything sentimental I ever said to you."

"No, you don't," he laughed.

"No, I don't."

……….

Weeks passed by in a blur. Alina and Mal were officially gone. You were back in Os Alta with Nikolai, but this time staying at the Grand Palace. There was quite a bit of damage done to both palaces, much to rebuild and repair, but you were glad for the work. You helped Nikolai with all of the repair plans, wanting to make the palace feel less stark and impersonal, and instead make it feel inviting and warm. If this was to be your home now, you wanted it to be homey.

There was also much to do in the way of learning how a palace like this was managed. You spent lots of time studying histories and politics to prepare for life as a queen, yes, but you also met with the head housekeeper, Ms Garevsky, for an hour each evening. She taught you what happens in each room of the palace, how the staff operate, the passageways of the palace, and anything else you'd need to know to be successful in matters of house and home.

Nikolai had his coronation last week. It was a large affair, apparently not as large as the coronation of the past few kings, but still rather large. There were parades in the streets and parties with diplomats and the like. Throughout it all, Nikolai balanced diplomacy, discussed his plans as king, and gushed about his engagement with you. He championed you to everyone who would listen, behaving every bit the doting fiancé he was.

The maids had gotten used to seeing Nikolai slip into your room at night or vice versa. Your rooms were a whole wing apart, yet you never slept alone. After all you'd been through, there was no reason to sleep alone ever again.

If he came into your room and saw you studying royal histories or reading construction reports, he would wrap his arms around you and ask you to read to him. It reminded you of how you two fell in love, and certainly you felt yourself falling in love again and again each day with him.

Tonight you had slipped into his room. A short scan of the space informed you he was tucked away in the bathroom. His head was tilted back against the porcelain of the bathtub, his arms resting on the sides. But when he opened his eyes and saw you in the doorway his hands dipped under the water, cutting off the black scars the Darkling left on him.

"Hey, you," he smiled. His voice was tired.

"Hey, you," you said, stepping into his bathroom.

"You're early tonight," he remarked. "I usually can't expect you until it's only stars and moon in the sky."

"Well, Ms Garevsky didn't need me for long this evening, she just wanted my thoughts on a few things for the upcoming state dinner, and I finished my readings and letters this afternoon, so here I am."

You knelt beside the tub, face to face with Nikolai. His face was warm as you put a palm to his rosy cheek.

"What's on your mind, my love?" You asked.

"That I am the most fortunate man to live because of you."

"Nikolai," you said with a soft sigh as your thumb traced his cheek. "You look tired. What is it?"

He shook his head, offering a soft smile that you could see right through. "Darling, there's nothing."

"Please, Nik… just tell me."

His eyes dropped from yours, fixating instead on a drop of water on the edge of the tub. 

"I figured we were done with any secrets," you murmured. His eyes snapped back up to yours.

"It's not a–" he cut off what sounded like it would be a paltry defense. "You're right. I haven't been entirely honest." He shifted in the tub, making the water slosh slightly. "My darling… I promise I am fine, but I confess that I've been having some pain lately."

Your eyes widened slightly and you brushed back his hair. "Pain? What sort of pain?"

"My scars," he said quietly. The shame in his eyes was evident.

You didn't have to ask him to know he meant the scars on his hands. The remnants of his time as a shadow monster.

"How do they hurt?" You asked softly.

"Sometimes they get so itchy that they're practically burning. Other times, they make it so my hands feel stiff; I'll be writing a letter when my fingers suddenly seize up and I have to stretch them out before I can pick up my pen again."

"Have you spoken to anyone about it?" You asked softly.

He shook his head.

"We can tell Genya tomorrow. Surely she and David can create something to soothe your aches."

"She already tailored them as much as she could. But it's merzost. It won't go away."

"Maybe not, but they can still help you in some way, I bet." You brushed his hair back. "Give me your hands?"

Nikolai sighed and lifted his hands out of the water. You took them in yours, your fingers gently entwining with his, and you brought them up to your lips. You kissed every dark scar, treating them gently and carefully. Your thumbs smoothed over the backs of his hands, and you felt water dripping down into your sleeves.

The wet sleeves irritated you, and you opted to unbutton your shirt. You slipped it off, and the thin straps of your shift exposed the scar on your shoulder. It was veiny and pitch black, just as Nikolai's hands were. You felt his eyes on your skin, and you lightly hummed.

"At least we match," you murmured, brushing his hair back again.

He let out a soft huff of amusement and lifted his hand from the edge of the bath. He gently clasped your wrist, bringing your hand to his mouth and kissing the inside of your wrist.

"That we do."

……….

The wedding preparations were taking months. 

Nikolai was frustrated enough by it that he had on more than one occasion huffed into your collar, “We could always elope but still have the big wedding later.”

Each time you had consoled him with a kiss and some whispered reassurances. You reminded him nothing would change once you were married, and he reminded you that you would be queen once you wed, something he was eager for. You'd then chuckle and amend yourself.

“Nothing will change between us once we are married,” you'd say.

“Wrong. You'll be my wife. I'll be your husband.”

“And will you treat me any differently?”

He would then pout. “No…”

The preparations were endless, the lists of things to do totalling to a dizzying amount. Just when you felt you were making headway with the plans, some unexpected emergency would pop up. Something concerning the affairs of the nation would pull your attention away, or construction of the palace would hit a bump, or Nikolai would be called away to Kerch on a secret diplomatic mission.

You sat calmly as you listened to a set of Nikolai's counselors. With your fiancé and two-thirds of the triumvirate gone, it was just you and David left to attend to the Ravkan court. After hours in that room, you and David sought refuge in the Little Palace. He shared some of his new designs for various devices over a refreshing lunch, and the two of you discussed at length the remaining renovations left at the Grand Palace.

Once lunch finished, you went through the passage to the royal gardens, heading for your daily lesson with Ms Garevsky, the head housekeeper. Today she continued her coverage of the proper ways to host guests. She had a habit of talking too quickly and making you ask for her to repeat herself a dozen times over, so by the middle of the lessons you were usually exhausted by it to the point where you let her speak and had to hastily scrawl in your notebook to keep up. You were lucky she ended the lesson where she did, as your hand was beginning to cramp with your note-taking. 

Then it was dinner time, and you were tempted to return to the Little Palace and dine with friendly faces, but you chose instead to take a tray in your rooms. As you finished eating, a maid arrived, handing you a letter. There was a gold eagle seal, and your heart clenched, knowing instantly who'd written you.  You thanked the maid with a smile, and watched as she left, your fingers itching to rip the letter open. The envelope was abandoned as soon as you were alone again. You felt the pages in your hands, eyes scouring over Nikolai's perfect handwriting. You held a hand to your mouth as you read.

My dearest love,

I am seldom one for dramatics, as you well know, but I can assuredly say I miss you so dearly I feel every day without you may draw me to madness. 

It is with a heavy heart then, that I must tell you I will be returning later than I expected. Things are more complicated here than we foresaw, and we need a bit more time to fix the creases in this particular fold. 

You'll never believe the types of people I'm working with here: criminals of every kind, I tell you. Some are rather charming, others less so. These people remind me of times that feel so long ago they're almost a dream, times where we sailed under a maroon mast, where you saved me more times than I could count.

As I write this, I am transported back to our extended trip in West Ravka, that time Druskelle split us from Tolya and Tamar. Did I ever tell you that’s when I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you? It was one of the mornings, the ones where I woke up with you in my arms, only on that morning you were missing from them. I'd almost panicked, but then I heard this soft humming from the bathroom, and the gentle splash of water. You came out of the bathroom, fresh-faced and dressed, and I pretended I was still asleep as I heard you approach the bed. You’d tsked and muttered to yourself, begrudging how I slept so well, before I felt you gently push a strand of hair off my forehead. It took everything in me not to smile or open my eyes to your beautiful face.

Something in the simplicity of that morning, in your humming and your gentle touch, had me in raptures. I've never stopped feeling that way around you since. 

There is an ache in me when I am away from you, an ache that I seek to banish once we are married, as it is simply torturous being apart. My need for you is insurmountable, and I warn you now that once I return you may find yourself my hostage for the week--royal duties be damned.

I could carry on in salacious detail, but I'm ever aware of how the maids like to snoop, and I fear how Ms Garevsky would scold me should the maids find me writing something indecent. Instead, I'll end this letter and part with the knowledge that I will see you again, if not as soon as I wish. I love you, my darling.

The man lucky enough to call himself your fiancé,

Nikolai

You set down the papers with a soft groan. It was difficult to place the feeling in your chest. There was the missing him, the dull ache of being apart. But then there was the comfortable wash that his words put over you, the bloom of warmth beneath your skin when he mentioned he was thinking of you.

You felt a slight guilt when he recalled one of the mornings in your early days. You couldn't remember that instance, despite it meaning so much to him. Then again, much had happened on that trip, and much had happened since; it felt like another life, growing from captain and second into the loves of each other's lives. And soon, you were going to be married–the king and queen of Ravka. 

If you had told your younger self–the girl who could only dream of a life outside of the farm when she heard the stories from her Ravkan neighbour–that you would not only have made Ravka your home but also soon be the queen of it, you would've scoffed. That life was so distant now. The farm was another world entirely. Even Ketterdam, regardless of how formative an experience, seemed sometimes like it existed in someone else's past. There were still the nightmares, the bodies in the harbour that whispered to you, the illness in your throat that appeared when you heard metal against stone like those hooks against the cobbles. But despite it, you were a different person now. 

There was a veil between you and your past self. Its opacity varied day to day, but of late it had grown thicker. But perhaps it wasn’t a bad thing, and if it was, you didn’t know.

……….

The shine on your head was substantial, glittering in every direction you moved as you stood in a fitting for your wedding gown. The jewelers had insisted you practice wearing your crown ahead of the wedding. You mostly practiced wearing it when you were alone in your room, not wanting the embarrassment of wearing a formal crown in the halls of the palace when you were not queen yet nor did the occasion call for such a piece. But you thought it might be nice to see the look you'd be married in, so you asked them to bring it out during this fitting. You were trying not to grin too wide as you stood in Queen Mila's crown and your wedding dress, staring at your reflection.

The dressmaker, Daya, was busy around you, making her adjustments after creating the wedding dress the last couple of months. You smiled at her as she worked, putting temporary pins in the back of the garment.

“How long have you been making dresses, Daya?” You inquired.

Her eyes flitted to yours in the mirror, wide and unexpecting. “Almost twenty years, my lady.”

“It shows; your craft is impeccable,” you smiled. “What brought you to this profession?”

She still seemed surprised by your questions as she shifted behind you.

“Are you alright, Daya?” You asked lightly, wanting to clasp your hands together in front of you but being careful not to move unless she told you to.

“Perfectly well, my lady. Only… I am not used to such conversation during a fitting.”

“Oh, I'm sorry,” you said softly, frowning a bit. “I'll stay quiet then.”

“No, my lady. You mistake me,” she replied, her body popping out on the other side of you in the mirror as she finished with her pins at your back. “I should rather have said that I welcome the change and the conversation. Seven years I've been the royal dressmaker, and the queen mother did not wish to ask such questions even once. She barely wished for me to speak at all.”

Your lips pursed in disappointment. You met her eyes in the mirror and she ducked her head again.

“Very sorry, my lady. I should not speak in such a manner about your fiancé's mother.”

“No, no, I'm not upset with you, Daya. I'm upset with my forebearer. I'm sorry for her behaviour. You're lovely to speak with.”

She looked as though she didn't know how to accept your compliment or apology beyond giving a soft nod, so you changed the subject.

“Are you familiar with Kerch fashions, Daya?”

She nodded.

“I was hoping to have a couple of dresses made for future palace events, but every Ravkan design I wear or see on courtly ladies feels so impractical. I find the hems are too long, they drag too much, and it drives me up a wall when I wear them. Kerch dresses more often than not have a higher hem, dropping just at the ankle, so there's no dragging.”

“You wish for shorter dresses?”

“Just enough so I'm not tripping over myself, please,” you chuckled quietly. “And a less dramatic bustle would be nice too.”

“I can draw some designs for you, my lady.”

“That would be excellent, Daya. Thank you.”

You heard a slight commotion in the hallways. For a second you felt concern, but then you heard voices and your heart rate picked up, excitement coursing through you.

“Your highness, you're tracking mud through the halls,” you heard Ms Garevsky's voice, admonishing her king. She was the only person in the palace with enough rank in household and age who could speak to him that way.

“I will personally apologize to each of the maids later. For now, I have to see my love, Ms Garevsky. I've been positively downtrodden without her.”

You looked at Daya, stepping off the pedestal and hurrying behind the changing screen as you heard the footsteps come closer down the hallway. The door cracked open, and you caught a glimpse of Nikolai through the small holes in the screen. He was in travel clothing, his jacket dusty and boots caked in dried mud from riding.

“My love?” He called out, somehow not clued in to the fact that you were behind the screen.

“I'm changing out of my dress,” you replied, your back to Daya as she untied your bodice.

“It's bad luck to interrupt her in this moment, your highness,” Garevsky scolded. 

“It's far worse luck that I haven't seen her in more than a month,” Nikolai breathed, hands on his hips as he waited not so patiently for you to be done. 

Daya slowly slipped the dress down your body, careful of the pins in it. You stepped out of it, and grabbed your dressing robe to tie over your slip. Daya pointed to the box on the table across the room.

“I'll need to get the dress safely in the box, my lady,” Daya whispered to you.

“Nikolai,” you called to him, “I need you to close your eyes and face the east wall of the room.”

“Why?”

“Because I've asked?”

“Very well.”

Daya quickly stepped out of the screen and packed the gown in the large rectangular box she brought it into the palace in. You stepped out too, walking slowly towards your broad-shouldered fiancé.

"I'll take this for the final alterations, my lady," Daya said with a slight smirk as she glanced at Nikolai where he faced away. "I'll get out of your hair."

"Thank you again, Daya," you expressed.

"The pleasure is all mine," she replied as she slipped out of the room with the dress. Ms Garevsky looked between you and Nikolai with a slight cynicism, then retreated as well. You waited until the door was shut to stand in front of him and brush your hand along Nikolai's upper arm.

"You can open your eyes now," you said softly.

He did, instantly grinning at you. “You look gorgeous, my love."

"Oh, hush. I'm not even in the gown."

"No, you're wearing something better."

You furrowed your brows. "And what's that? My sunny disposition?"

His eyes flitted slightly above your head. "No, it's something blue."

The sapphire crown. In your rush to take off the wedding dress, you'd forgotten about the crown on your head. You reached to take it off but Nikolai stopped you.

"Hang on a moment, my love." He held your hands and kissed your forehead. "It looks just as perfect on you as I remember. And you're growing used to it, I see. It's the mark of true royalty when you don't even feel the weight of your crown anymore."

You let out a soft tsk, as though unimpressed with his flirtations. He grinned.

"There's something about you in that crown that just makes me…"

“Pull yourself together, Nik,” you chuckled, wrapping your arms around him again. You sighed into his chest. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too. Next time I'm away for more than two days, you're coming with me. That was much too long.”

“Agreed.”

“I wish to be married to you,” he murmured into your head.

“Soon,” you breathed.

“I’d protest for an elopement again if it weren't for the fact that now I greatly want to see you in your wedding dress and crown in front of everyone we know.”

“It is less than three weeks away,” you reminded him.

He made a soft hum, wrapping his arms around your upper body.

……….

Anxious didn't begin to describe how you felt. 

It must have been hours you lay there awake, though you had no way of knowing just how long exactly. The clock that usually resided on your bedside sat in the sitting room off of your bedroom, put there at the one o'clock mark because of its incessant ticking. It was a foolish notion, that the clock was responsible for your restlessness, but it had been exiled nonetheless.

You had no chance of sleeping. A weight on your chest kept you awake, the heaviness of the impending day pestering you to no end. Tomorrow you would be married, which brought no end of joy to you; you couldn't have found anyone more perfect for you than Nikolai. But tomorrow you would also become queen of Ravka. No preparations in the Grand Palace, experiences during the war, or time on the Volkvolny made you ready for such a title. Inside, you still embodied that farmer's daughter who trekked up and down the hill, milked the cows, and stitched the holes in her brothers’ socks. 

Here you were, a poor orphan girl, about to be royalty. And yet you could not overcome this dread. It tasted similar to the smoke and sickness of Ketterdam, like a living rot that greeted you as an old friend whenever you were finally feeling better. Nikolai and his warm embraces and pine-scented linens always staunched the dread, but the maids had gleefully warned you of Ravkan customs of not seeing one another the day before your wedding, and you had foolishly listened. It wasn't since early yesterday morning while sneaking out of his bed that you saw him. Sleeping peacefully, an arm protective but loose around you, his head tilted towards you.  

“It's a stupid wives’ tale, my love,” Nikolai complained when you first told him you wanted to respect this custom. “It'll be worse luck not to be together the day before we marry. You might fall out of love without me there to pester you.”

You gave him a soft huff then, and he cracked a smile. 

“Fine. I won't seek you out the day before the wedding. But just know I won't be able to keep my eyes or hands off of you on our wedding day.”

“As if you would restrain yourself regardless,” you replied with a roll of your eyes that had him chuckling and pulling you into his chest.

An ache in you begged you to go to Nikolai's room right now, Ravkan tradition be damned. But the maids’ giggling voices gnawed at you, keeping you put. Letting out a long breath, you turned onto your back again. You stared at the floral print of the canopy above you. You had attempted counting all of the flowers before, and not even that put you to sleep. All it did was teach you that there were seventy-four flowers stitched into the fabric.

You shuffled onto your side for the umpteenth time, the bed feeling cold despite all your moving and huffing and puffing. Unable to take it anymore, you threw off your covers and stomped out of bed. You pulled on your robe and slippers, and marched towards the exit, having to go through to the sitting room first. As you pushed open the door you heard a muttered “ouch!” 

You softly frowned at your fiancé, who lay in a heap of blankets outside your door. He rubbed the back of his head, undoubtedly where the door had whacked him.

“Sorry,” you murmured, kneeling beside his scrunched-up frame. 

“What’s the hurry for?” He softly grumbled.

“I was coming to see you. Why are you here? Have you been sleeping at my door?”

He pursed his lips, glancing around your sitting room. “I couldn’t sleep without you. This room smells like you though, so I thought I wouldn’t be disturbing you if I rested here for the night.”

You raised a brow at him. “On the floor outside of my door? Have you forgotten that there’s not one, or even two, but three sofas in this room?”

“You bring up a great point,” he sighed. He gave you a sheepish look, rubbing at the back of his head again. “But the sofas are all loveseats. My feet dangle uncomfortably.” 

“Come to bed then,” you said, softly tugging at his arm. “You fit there.”

“You want to break that little Ravkan custom then?” He smiled teasingly at you.

“I want you to have a restful night’s sleep, one that won’t be found on the floor.”

You stood, extending your hands to him. He took your assistance, lumbering into your bedroom with you. When he collapsed into your bed, he let out a positively euphoric sigh. 

“I love your bed.”

“Don’t get too used to it,” you smiled softly, lying down on your side and pulling the layers of blankets up. “After tomorrow I’m unlikely to ever sleep in the queen’s room again.”

“Quite right,” he smiled back.

He rolled closer, wrapping all of his limbs around you. You breathed him in, the scent of pine enough to make your mind quiet and eyes weary.

“Did you have to open your door so harshly?” He murmured into your forehead. “I feel a bump already forming on the back of my head.”

“Sorry,” you hummed, tilting your face up to kiss his chin and then cheek. “Can I get you anything?”

He softly shook his head. “Your company is more than enough to salve.”

At the sound of your amused huff, he squeezed you tighter.

“My wife.”

“Not yet.”

He gently smirked down at you. “It’s a matter of hours now, love.”

“Even still…”

He pressed his lips to your forehead and let them remain there, nuzzling your hairline. His chest rose and fell with the steadiest rhythm. For a long moment he was still, and you thought he might have fallen asleep. But when he shifted again, wrapping his arms lower around your waist and kissing your forehead again, you knew him to be awake. To be present with you.

The new reality was sinking deeper into your chest. The thoughts you figured would dissipate once in his arms were whispering to you again.

“Everything is going to change tomorrow,” you muttered into Nikolai’s collar.

He made a curious hum.

“It’ll all change.”

His hand pressed to your nape, smoothing down the back of your nightgown. “Nothing will change, as you keep reminding me. We'll love each other all the same.”

“Everything else will be different,” you quietly grumbled.

He leaned back and tilted your head towards him, his brow serious as he addressed your concerns. “What is troubling you, my love?”

You let out a huff, hiding your face in his collar again.

“No secrets,” he reminded you with a gentle squeeze.

“I’m finding the words,” you whispered into his skin.

Though patience was not his strong suit, Nikolai waited for you, his hand steadily stroking your back again. The motion of it brought your mind to a lull, and you had trouble piecing your concerns into something concise enough to share. It must have taken a few minutes before you spoke again, but Nikolai waited calmly the entire time.

“I’m afraid that I won’t be myself after tomorrow,” you finally whispered.

His hand stilled on your back. “What are you talking about?”

“I just… I feel like this’ll change me in a way I won’t know how to come back from. Like I’ll lose something about myself.”

When you finally glanced up at his face, he was frowning. “What do you think you’ll lose?”

“I don’t know. Myself. Who I am, who I was. I don’t know.” You put your face to his collar again. “I’m becoming a Lantsov.”

His hand flexed on your back. “Is that what this is about?”

You said nothing, and he pressed on in a gentle voice.

“Marrying me, taking my name, even becoming a queen,” he said, “none of it erases who you’ve been and who you are.”

“But it’s a step away from them,” you murmured.

He sighed, rubbing your back again. He didn’t have to ask who you were referring to. He had helped you carry their weight for many years now. He lived with their ghosts as you did.

“They’ll be with you in this chapter of life just as they have been for the rest, my love.”

“I’m losing my last tie to them, Nikolai,” you whispered.

“I know.” He held you closer, lips brushing the top of your head yet again. “I know names are important. I know it feels like you’re losing this tie. But think of it this way, my dear: our family, you, me, and the future children we grow and nurture, will all be tied because of the Lantsov name.”

You sniffled. “That’s true.”

“It is.”

You wiped at your face. No tears had fallen, but they had glazed over your eyes. You took a moment to let them dissipate.

“I love you,” you said.

“I love you too,” Nikolai soothed. “More than the world.”

“That is a hefty statement,” you sighed into his neck.

“It’s the truth.” He slipped into Kerch then, “My soul knows no richer than yours.”

You cracked a small smile against his skin. “Charmer.”

His chest shook with a soft chuckle. “I try my best.” 

Nikolai shifted slightly, moving onto his back and pulling you with him. You curled up against his side, putting your head to his chest. 

“I cannot wait to be your husband,” he yawned.

You caught the yawn, slowly exhaling it. “I am happy about marrying you, Nik. Truly. Even if I'm slightly nervous. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.”

..........

EIGHTH YEAR - KAZ

The wind was still as Kaz stood at the harbour, his tie straight now, and his eyes on Inej as she hung off of her parents, hugging them with a reckless abandon that would have made him flinch if he were watching anyone else.

How long had her parents waited for her? How long had they held out hope that she would return to them? How long would it take for such hope to turn to grief?

For Kaz, his hope of finding his sister had turned to grief within his early years alone in the underbelly of the Barrel. Spending his nights fending off roaches and other crooks, Kaz slowly knew she was not returning for him. He would wonder what she was doing, where she had gone after Ketterdam. But he was not foolish enough to think she would pull him out of this place.

All his wondering, all his sleepless nights, he still sometimes wished she were coming back. But wishing was different from hoping; he often made that distinction in his head whenever the ache in his chest began to feel too real. It was a matter of odds; wishing implied a low-stakes bet, putting one chip in for a shot at the pot, but hoping conjured up the Crow Club gamblers who would put all of their chips forward. For those at the table who hoped, their dreams were always dashed when the dealer flipped their final card and they were left without a chip to cash in. 

Kaz could let himself wish his sister would return, but he would never let hope turn him into the penniless chump at the table.

The wondering made him imagine her at present, where she landed, and whether she had made a better life for herself. Maybe she worked in a rich family’s house in Fjerda. Maybe she was a Kerch translator for Ravkan merchants. Maybe she had met a Zemeni farmer and begun a family. Or maybe she was dead after all.

That was one of the thoughts that made his chest ache. And it was the only thought that could stir him to hope for a good life for her, or if not a good life, at least a safe and alive existence.

Kaz left the harbour, saying his goodbyes to Inej and her parents. He could tell that he would be alone again now. He would have Jesper and Wylan in the city with him, but there was only so much that their paths would cross now that the two of them had moved out of the Barrel. The loneliness ached like he was nine and had just been kicked out of every Stadwatch precinct after searching for his sister, his only remaining family. In the past eight and a half years, he had never felt more like the lost little boy who came out of that water than he did right now. 

Returning to the Crow Club, he put his coat away in his new office, taking a seat at his desk. There was paperwork to be signed, ledgers to check. But he could not narrow his mind on the stacks of paper yet, preoccupied with his damn wondering.

Did he even remember her face? Sometimes he forgot and had to piece her features together like a puzzle. Even then, he wasn't certain of the image of her in his mind; she just looked like unreliable fragments of the sister who read him stories and cuddled him close. 

Baby brother, she used to call him. There was a time he hated that name, but now? Now he'd burn all the riches in the world just to see her smile, call him baby brother, and pull him into her side. But, of course, he was grown now, and not the same boy he used to be. He didn't know if he could handle having his sister's arms around him, despite how he used to relish in them. He liked to think that if she somehow found him after all this time, he could handle the sisterly love she used to dole out to him, but he couldn't be certain that the waters wouldn’t begin to drown him, that he wouldn’t push her away. 

His only certainty was that she would never see her baby brother again, because even if--by some miracle--she found Kaz, she would not find the boy she knew. There was no Kaz Rietveld, a sweet child who picked flowers for her. There was only Kaz Brekker, the bastard of the Barrel.

She would detest him if she ever found him, the man who murdered her baby brother. 

..........

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Just For One Moment

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synopsis: y/n is perfect with powder, and all vi wants is to stay in this moment forever, watching her crush play with her little sister

pairings: teen!vi x reader

Vi had come to learn that if you don’t sit back and watch a moment occur, time will pass you by and those you love will become locked away—trapped inside a bubble of time.

Leaning back into her chair, a small smile graced her lips. There was a more upbeat song playing on the jukebox of The Last Drop, and the bar was nearly empty save for Vander standing behind the counter, polishing a glass and a few customers lingering past their fair stay. 

And she watched as Y/n, Ekko, and Powder chased each other around in a circle, the younger of the two laughing loudly as Y/n repeated ‘I’m gonna get you~,’ but still ran at a pace that betrayed how quickly she could truly go. 

Powder shrieked and giggled as Y/n hoisted the younger girl up into her arms and tossed her into the air, catching her in a spin before diving after Ekko next. 

“She’s good with them,” Vander commented, setting a glass of cold water onto the counter next to Vi, a smile on his face as he watches his daughter stare at her, love etched into her eyes. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Powder so happy.”

Vi just nodded, her gaze fixed on the smile on her face as warmth spreaded through her chest. She was always like this, Y/n was always there drawing out the best in people even in the darkest pits of Zaun. Powder’s giggles filled the air, light and carefree, a stark contrasts to the weight of the world that so often hung on her small shoulders

“She’s got a way with them,” Vi replied, her voice soft, almost as if she were too loud that the bubble of time would pop, and everything would collapse. “Makes it look easy.”

Vi couldn’t help but sigh, resting her chin on her calloused hand, not even shifting her gaze a centimeter, as if looking away would destroy everything as quickly as it came. There was no denying it, Y/n was… perfect. Everything she wasn’t. 

She was too harsh with Powder, too hard on her for being just a little bit too young and naive. Vi knew Powder would grow into who she needed to be, and she shouldn’t rush her little sister into the world she so desperately wanted to shield her from, but it wasn’t in her nature to be soft and kind. 

It was in Y/n’s. 

And god did Vi know it. Despite her general disdain for kids besides Powder and Ekko, something about Y/n made her want a kid (or three) of their own. 

Vander chuckled, resting his elbow onto the counter next to Vi. “You’ve got that look in your eyes,” he started, his tone the usual fatherly voice that he used with Powder and Vi when they got into trouble. 

“What look?” Vi snapped, tearing her gaze away from the image in front of her. 

“The look that tells me you’re planning too far ahead for a kid.” 

Vi’s face flushed instantly, the heat crawling up her neck as she scrambled for a retort. 

“I—what!? No, I’m not!” She sputtered, her voice cracking slightly. Her ears burned as she avoided Vander’s knowing smirk. 

He raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed with her denial. “Uh-huh,” he said, dragging the words out like he didn’t believe her for a second. “You’ve got that ‘dreaming about the future’ look. Don’t try to deny it. I’ve seen it a hundred times before.”

Vi groaned and buried her face in her hands, her muffled voice betraying her embarrassment. “She’s just good with Powder, that’s all. It’s not… what you think it is.”

“Sure, kid,” Vander replied with a chuckle, leaning back to give her space. “You keep telling yourself that.”

Vi peeked through her fingers, her eyes drawn back to Y/n like a magnet. Powder was clinging to her back now, laughing uncontrollably as Ekko tried to tag her without getting caught by you. Her smile lit up the dim bar like sunlight breaking through the storm clouds. 

Her chest tightened again, the feeling warm and unfamiliar, like a mix of longing and fear. Vander wasn’t entirely wrong, and that terrified her more than she wanted to admit. Vi wasn’t the type to dream about things like a future or stability—those things felt too far out of reach in Zaun. But with her? Maybe she could picture something different. 

Something better. 

She sighed, running a hand through her shirt, messy hair. “Even if I was planning ahead,” she muttered, almost too low for Vander to hear. “What’s the point? She’d never go for someone like me anyway.”

Vander frowned at that, his jovial expression fading. “Why do you say that?”

Vi shrugged, trying to play it off, but the hurt slipped through her voice. “I mean, look at her. She’s—she’s amazing. Kind, patient, all the things I’m not. She could have anyone. Why would she waste her time on some scrappy street kid with anger issues?”

Vander shook his head, his gaze softening. “You’re selling yourself short, kid. You’ve got a good heart. Y/n sees that—I can tell.”

Vi scoffed, but her eyes flicked to him, searching for some kind of reassurance. “Yeah, right.”

“Listen,” Vander said, leaning in slightly. “People like Y/n? They don’t waste their time on people they don’t care about. If she’s sticking around, there’s a reason. Maybe you should stop being so hard on yourself and give her a chance to see the real you.”

Vi opened her mouth to argue but stopped when her laughter filled the room again, bright and contagious. Her shoulders relaxed slightly, and a small, almost shy smile tugged at her lips. 

Maybe Vander had a point. 

“Go on,” he said, giving her a nudge. “Talk to her. You won’t know unless you try.”

But Vi hesitated, her heart racing as she glanced at her again. Powder was clinging to Y/n’s hand now, tugging her toward the bar. She caught Vi’s eye and smiled, waving her free hand. 

“Hey, Vi! You’re missing all the fun!”

Her stomach did a flip, but for once, she didn’t brush it off. 

“Alright,” she muttered to Vander before standing up. “I’ll give it a shot.”

Vander grinned as she walked towards Y/n, his voice following her. “That’s my girl!”

Vi just rolled her eyes, focusing on the way her eyes lit up as she approached. 

As Y/n chased Powder right into Vi’s open arms, her little sister's giggles echoed in the room, and she took a deep breath. 

This bubble wasn’t going to pop. Not anytime soon. 

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Gojo x Reader "Doll"

Warning: [This story contains themes of yandere obsession, dark romance, violence, and disturbing imagery, including murder and psychological manipulation]

Materialist

A doll, captivating Satoru who never desired a woman, where Satoru's relentless love for Y/N leads him to transform into a lifeless doll, forever binding them in an unbreakable, chilling connection.

Author's POV

Gojo Satoru was in his final year at Jujutsu High a senior, not your average one at that. Being from a noble family gave him an air of sophistication, but he wasn’t the type to flaunt it obnoxiously. Nope, Satoru was far from the stereotypical rich-kid playboy. Instead, he was the kind of guy who commanded attention without trying—sharp wit, a lazy grin, and a charm that made people flock to him like moths to a flame. Not that he cared much for it. His circle was tight, consisting of just three friends: Suguru, Shoko, and Nanami.

“Where are we off to after school today?” Satoru asked lazily, lounging in his chair and spinning a pen between his fingers as the rest of the class emptied out.

“As much as I’d like to go home,” Nanami sighed, pushing his glasses up, “I know you’ll drag me somewhere anyway, so just tell us.”

“I heard there’s a new antique shop in town!” Shoko piped up, a spark of excitement lighting her otherwise chill demeanor. She had a thing for unique trinkets and old collectibles. “We should check it out.”

Suguru raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Antiques, huh? Planning to buy more weird knick-knacks?”

“They’re art, Suguru. You wouldn’t understand.” Shoko waved him off dismissively, but the group collectively agreed.

As they walked toward the school gates, the afternoon sun casting long shadows, a voice suddenly called out.

“Gojo-san! Please wait!”

The group stopped, all heads turning in unison. Two girls approached, their pace hurried, one of them clutching the straps of her bag nervously.

“Oh boy,” Suguru muttered under his breath, already anticipating the scene.

The girl stopped in front of Satoru, cheeks flushed as she fidgeted with the hem of her uniform. The other girl stood a few steps behind, looking equally embarrassed for her friend.

“If you’re about to confess to me,” Satoru began, his piercing blue eyes glinting as he leaned slightly closer, “you’ve got to be at least my type, you know?”

The poor girl froze, eyes wide, her courage crumbling under his casually cruel words. Before she could even stammer a response, Satoru sighed dramatically, running a hand through his snow-white hair. “Let’s go, guys. Let’s save her the embarrassment.”

He turned on his heel, strolling away like he hadn’t just shattered someone’s heart. The others exchanged amused glances before following.

“You’re going to be single forever if you keep this up, Satoru,” Suguru teased, hands shoved into his pockets.

“Single? Please.” Satoru snorted, grinning. “No one’s even come close to passing my standards. Why settle for ordinary when I’m extraordinary?”

Nanami rolled his eyes. “Your standards are the reason you’ll die alone.”

They soon arrived at the antique shop, a quaint little place tucked into the corner of a bustling street. The exterior was charming, with weathered wooden signs and potted plants that added a touch of whimsy. The bell above the door chimed softly as they entered, the air inside cool and tinged with the faint scent of aged wood and lavender.

“Alright, let’s split up,” Shoko announced, already wandering toward a shelf filled with vintage trinkets. “Suguru, don’t get lost looking for something ridiculous.”

Suguru ignored her, heading straight for a display of delicate figurines. “Ridiculous? I’m getting something cute for my girlfriend. Long distance doesn’t mean I can slack off, unlike some people.” He shot a look at Satoru.

Satoru raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Why would I need to buy gifts for someone when I already am the gift?”

Nanami let out a long suffering sigh, already regretting tagging along as he browsed through a collection of old books. “Shoko, if you’re going to spend all your money, don’t complain about being broke later.”

“Who said anything about complaining?” she shot back. “Retail therapy is good for the soul. You should try it sometime.”

Meanwhile, Satoru meandered through the shop, hands stuffed into his pockets, stopping occasionally to inspect random objects. A silver hand mirror caught his eye, and he picked it up, tilting it to admire his reflection.

“Damn, I look good even in antiques,” he muttered to himself, grinning.

Suguru walked by, overhearing. “Careful, Satoru. Your ego’s taking up more space than this shop.”

Satoru shrugged, unbothered. “Jealousy isn’t a good look on you, Suguru.”

As Satoru admired his reflection in the antique mirror, something far more captivating caught his eye a small doll perched delicately on the top shelf. His hand froze mid-hair-fluff, his gaze locking onto it. The doll was exquisite, with an almost haunting beauty. Its face was painted with soft, lifelike details, lips slightly parted in an almost secretive smile, and its glassy eyes seemed to glimmer even under the dim shop lighting.

“Now that’s my type,” he muttered, reaching up to carefully take it off the shelf.

Holding it in his hands, Satoru’s breath hitched. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, studying every detail of the doll like it was a priceless artifact. His thumb traced over its porcelain cheek, and for a brief moment, it felt almost... alive.

“If someone in my school looked like this, I’d be engaged by now,” he sighed dramatically, tilting his head as if trying to imagine the doll as a real person.

Despite his confident exterior and endless admirers, Satoru still carried a strange emptiness deep down. Sure, he’d been with a few models and actresses here and there flings, nothing serious but none of it ever stuck. None of it ever felt real. And now here he was, standing in an antique shop, inexplicably drawn to a doll like it held the answers to all the things he couldn’t put into words.

“Oi, Satoru, we’re done! Where the hell are you?” Suguru’s voice echoed through the shop, snapping him out of his trance.

Satoru glanced at the door, then back at the doll in his hands. He hesitated for a moment before smirking. “You’re coming home with me, doll.”

He didn’t want his friends to see him buying something like this he could already hear the teasing. So, with the smoothness only Gojo Satoru could pull off, he waved them off.

“Go ahead, guys. I, uh, forgot to pay for something.”

Nanami gave him a suspicious side-eye. “You’re buying something? What, did you find a vintage mirror so you can admire yourself even more?”

“Probably got some old 90’s porn videos,” Suguru chimed in with a smirk, shoving his hands in his pockets.

Shoko snorted, already heading out the door. “Knowing Satoru, it’s probably something weird.”

“Oh, whatever,” Satoru quipped, waving them off with a grin. “Why would I waste my money on that when I could just, you know, fuck the actress?”

Suguru groaned, shaking his head. “You’re insufferable.”

“Charmed, I’m sure!” Satoru called after them, watching as they disappeared down the street. Only when the coast was clear did he turn back to the shopkeeper with his usual lazy grin. “So, how much for this beauty?”

The shopkeeper raised an eyebrow, glancing at the doll. “Ah, that one? Quite rare. Been sitting there for decades, though no one’s ever taken much interest in it.”

“Well, guess it’s been waiting for someone with taste.” Satoru’s grin widened as he pulled out his wallet.

On the way home, his friends bantered like usual, their teasing relentless.

“Bet he bought something embarrassing,” Nanami said flatly, walking ahead with his hands shoved in his pockets.

“Probably a VHS tape of some old drama he’s too embarrassed to admit he likes,” Shoko chimed in, lighting a cigarette.

“Pfft, knowing Satoru, it’s something stupidly expensive and completely unnecessary,” Suguru added.

Satoru walked slightly behind them, tuning them out with a smirk plastered on his face. He casually carried the bag in one hand, but his thoughts were elsewhere specifically, on the doll carefully wrapped inside. He couldn’t explain it, but something about it felt... different. Special, even.

His friends were too busy laughing to notice the faint, almost imperceptible blush dusting Satoru’s cheeks as he thought about it again. Deep down, he was already looking forward to getting home where he could finally take the doll out and admire it properly without anyone around to interrupt.

Movement

Arriving at his family estate, Satoru was greeted by the usual chorus of polite bows and greetings from the household staff. Servants lined the hallways, offering smiles and asking if he needed anything. He didn’t bother to glance at them, his mind preoccupied.

“Not now,” he muttered, brushing past a butler who had stepped forward. His long legs carried him up the grand staircase two steps at a time, the opulent chandeliers and marble flooring a blur as he made a beeline for his room.

The moment he stepped inside, he kicked the door shut behind him, dropping his bag and pulling out the doll. “There you go, pretty,” he murmured, handling it with surprising care.

He placed it delicately on his study table, angling it so its face caught the soft afternoon light streaming through the window. The doll’s lifelike eyes seemed to sparkle, almost as though they were watching him.

“I’ll get back to you in a bit,” he said with a lazy grin, pointing at the doll as if it could hear him. “Don’t move.”

With that, Satoru began peeling off his uniform jacket, tossing it carelessly onto the bed. His tie followed, then his shirt, buttons undone one by one with a casual, practiced ease. Standing bare-chested in the middle of the room, he ran a hand through his snow-white hair, the strands sticking out messily.

“Man, what a day,” he muttered to himself, yawning as he stretched his arms over his head. The muscles in his back flexed, catching the golden light from the window.

He reached for the waistband of his pants, but what he didn’t know was that a certain someone or something was watching him intently.

The doll’s porcelain cheeks, faintly painted with a rosy hue, seemed to darken ever so slightly. Its glassy eyes, which moments ago had been fixed in an unchanging gaze, now almost appeared wide with shock, as though it had just witnessed something scandalous.

Oblivious to this, Satoru strolled into the adjoining bathroom, humming a tune under his breath. The sound of running water soon filled the air as he turned on the shower.

Back in the bedroom, the doll remained on the study table, but something about it seemed... different. Its head, ever so slightly tilted, almost looked as though it was following the direction Satoru had gone.

The once-static doll now radiated a subtle energy an aura that was faint but growing stronger.

When Satoru returned, hair damp and a towel slung loosely around his hips, he stopped in his tracks.

For a brief moment, he thought he saw something a flicker of movement in his peripheral vision. His sharp blue eyes darted to the study table, where the doll sat exactly where he had left it.

“Huh,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “Must be the heat getting to me.”

But even as he turned away to grab some clothes, the strange sensation of being watched lingered. And if he’d looked a little closer, he might’ve noticed the faintest shift in the doll’s expression a subtle smile tugging at its porcelain lips.

1 AM – Satoru’s Room

The grand estate was silent, bathed in moonlight, as Satoru slept soundly in the massive bed tucked in the center of his room. He was sprawled out, one arm flung over his head, his face soft and peaceful. His snowy white hair glimmered faintly in the dim light, and his breathing was slow and even, lost in whatever dreamland he’d wandered into.

But in the far corner of the room, something strange began to stir.

The doll, once motionless on his study table, twitched. Its glassy eyes seemed to blink, and the porcelain of its limbs began to shift, softening, becoming something more alive. Its delicate frame stretched, the cracks of transformation accompanied by the faint sound of fabric ripping. The once-pristine dress adorning the doll tore apart, revealing smooth, flawless skin as it grew into its full human form.

She stood there now, completely bare, bathed in the silver glow of the moon. Stretching her arms above her head, she let out a soft sigh. “It’s been so long...” she murmured, her voice as smooth and captivating as velvet.

Her gaze landed on Satoru, sprawled out in his bed, and she couldn’t help the small smile curling on her lips. “You called me beautiful,” she whispered, taking a slow step toward him, her bare feet soundless against the plush carpet. “Yet you… you’re the one who’s truly breathtaking.”

She reached the side of the bed, kneeling down beside him, her curious fingers gently brushing against his cheek. His skin was warm under her touch, and she marveled at the softness of it. Her hand trembled as she tucked a stray strand of white hair behind his ear, unable to believe that someone like him so pure, so perfect had been the one to bring her back to life.

Satoru stirred.

The light sleeper that he was, his eyes fluttered open, groggy but aware. His blue gaze locked on hers, but his half-asleep brain didn’t quite register what he was seeing.

“Oh, now I’m dreaming about you,” he mumbled, his voice husky with sleep. His lips curled into a lazy grin as he reached out and pulled her onto the bed, tucking her under the covers with him.

Her breath hitched as she found herself inches from his face, his warm arm draped over her waist. His sleepy eyes roamed her face, and his grin widened. “You’re really beautiful,” he murmured, his thumb brushing across her cheek as though to confirm she was real.

She froze under his touch, her heart racing. “Thank you, Satoru,” she said softly, her voice trembling slightly. “Though I’m no match for your eyes.”

He chuckled, the sound low and melodic. “This… this is exactly how I imagined it would be. A gorgeous girl sneaking into my bed. Honestly, I don’t even care if I’m dreaming. I wish you were real.”

His words made her chest tighten. She couldn’t tell if it was joy or sadness that overwhelmed her, but she couldn’t look away from him.

“Me too…” she whispered, her hand resting gently on his chest.

He yawned, pulling her closer into his embrace. His body was warm and inviting, and she felt the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against her palm. She closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the feeling. For the first time in so long, she felt loved, cherished, and protected.

But she knew it couldn’t last.

Satoru’s breathing evened out again, signaling that he’d fallen back into a deep sleep. Carefully, she wriggled free from his arms, though every fiber of her being screamed to stay. She stood at the edge of his bed, watching him for a moment, committing the sight of him to memory.

With a heavy heart, she tiptoed back to the study table. Her ripped clothes still hung loosely off her body, but she adjusted them the best she could before settling back into her original position.

As she closed her eyes, returning to her doll-like state, a single tear slipped down her porcelain cheek. She already missed the warmth of his touch, the kindness in his gaze. And in the silence of the room, she made a silent vow.

One day, she wouldn’t have to leave. One day, she’d be able to stay by his side for real.

Still a dream?

For the past week, Satoru’s dreams had been consumed by the mysterious doll he’d purchased. Each night, he found himself in his room the two of them would laugh, cuddle, and share secrets. The intimacy they shared felt so real that it left him dazed every morning. No matter how much he flirted with reality, nothing compared to the feeling he had with her.

That evening, he returned to his room, anticipation buzzing in his chest as he picked up the doll. “Come visit me again in my dreams, yeah?” he murmured, gently caressing the doll’s cheek as if it could hear him. His voice was soft, almost affectionate, as his thumb brushed over its smooth surface.

With a content sigh, Satoru nestled into bed, clutching the doll close as sleep claimed him.

As always, the dream began with her.

Y/N stood in the center of his dreamscape, her radiant beauty glowing under a soft, ethereal light. She greeted him with a smile that could stop time, her laugh bubbling like music in his ears. They talked, they teased, they held each other close like lovers who had known each other for lifetimes.

But tonight was different. The doll had grown bolder, a spark of determination glinting in her eyes.

In reality, the doll’s porcelain form stirred once again, her limbs softening, her body growing as she transformed into her human form. The lamp beside Satoru’s bed flickered faintly before turning on, bathing the room in a warm glow.

Y/N turned to look at him, her eyes softening as she admired his peaceful face. “I want to see them,” she whispered, leaning closer. “Your beautiful eyes...”

Her fingers trembled as she reached out to touch him, brushing against his cheek ever so lightly. The touch was enough to stir Satoru from his slumber. His eyes fluttered open, his gaze locking onto her. But instead of panicking, he smiled sleepily.

“Oh, you’re here,” he mumbled, his voice husky from sleep. “You really do come to me every night, huh?”

Y/N blinked in surprise but quickly smiled back, amused by his assumption. He still thinks this is a dream.

“Hi, Satoru!” she said cheerfully, her tone playful yet innocent.

Satoru rubbed his eyes, still half-asleep, but something felt… different. His gaze finally focused on her fully, and he froze. The faint glow from the lamp illuminated every inch of her every inch. His face immediately turned crimson as he realized she was completely naked, sitting beside him without a hint of shame.

“H-Hey! You—you’re naked!” he stammered, averting his gaze and tugging the blanket up to cover her.

Y/N tilted her head, clearly upset by his reaction. She reached out, cupping his cheeks and forcing him to look at her. “Why won’t you look at me, Toru?” she pouted, her lips forming the softest, most irresistible expression.

Satoru swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. “I—uh—” He was at a loss for words, his usual charm nowhere to be found. Instead, he felt something stirring inside him something both external and internal that made his body heat up like a furnace.

“You’re so beautiful,” he finally whispered, his voice almost trembling. “You won’t be mad if I… do this, right?”

Y/N blinked, confused but curious. “Do what?”

Without waiting for a proper response, Satoru leaned in and pressed a gentle, hesitant kiss to her lips. It was soft, almost shy a stark contrast to his usual confidence.

Her eyes widened at the gesture, but then she laughed, the sound rich and full of delight. “Oh, Satoru...” she murmured, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Before he could pull away, she leaned in and captured his lips again, this time with more passion. It was intoxicating the way she kissed him, the way she smiled against his mouth. He felt like he was drowning in her, and for once, he didn’t mind.

The night stretched on, filled with quiet laughter, stolen kisses, and whispered words. Satoru held her close, his fingers tracing the curve of her back, his lips brushing against her temple. He didn’t want the moment to end.

“I wish you were real,” he murmured into her hair, his voice heavy with longing.

Y/N froze for a moment, her heart aching at his words. She tightened her hold on him, burying her face in his chest.

“I’m real enough for tonight, Toru,” she whispered softly, her voice heavy with exhaustion.

As the first rays of dawn began to seep into the room, Y/N stirred slightly, her head still nestled against Satoru’s chest. She hadn’t meant to fall asleep beside him, but the warmth of his embrace and the feeling of his heartbeat lulling her to rest were too much to resist.

Satoru’s arms tightened around her instinctively in his sleep, a soft sigh escaping his lips.

But as the sun’s light fully illuminated the room, Y/N’s eyes fluttered open. The realization hit her like a lightning bolt she had forgotten to return to her doll form.

She froze, panic bubbling in her chest as she turned to look at Satoru’s peaceful face. He stirred slightly, his lashes fluttering as he began to wake.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he mumbled, his voice low and groggy.

Her heart raced. “Satoru...”

Then, his eyes blinked open fully, locking onto hers. A slow smile spread across his face, his sleep-addled mind still convinced he was dreaming.

“You’re still here,” he murmured, pulling her closer. “Guess this dream just gets better and better.”

Y/N could only laugh nervously, her mind scrambling for what to do next. He still thinks this is a dream... but for how much longer?

Chaotic Morning

The peaceful quiet of Satoru’s morning was shattered in the most chaotic way possible. The door to his room slammed open with a deafening bang, startling both him and Y/N.

“Satoru, get the fuck up!”

Satoru bolted upright, groaning in irritation. “The fuck, Suguru? Seriously? What are you even doing here this early?” His voice was groggy, annoyance dripping from every word.

Suguru strode into the room like he owned the place, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed. “You’ve been skipping school for a week, dumbass! I’m here to drag you out before Nanami and Shoko stage an intervention.”

As Satoru rambled on about how “school could wait” and how annoying Suguru was for showing up unannounced, Suguru froze mid-rant. His eyes widened as they zeroed in on something or rather, someone beside Satoru.

“Uh... Satoru?” Suguru’s voice cracked slightly, disbelief coloring his tone.

Satoru furrowed his brows at his best friend’s expression, waving a hand in front of Suguru’s face. “What’s up with you? Why do you look like you’ve seen a—”

And then he followed Suguru’s gaze.

His words died in his throat as his eyes landed on Y/N, who sat up beside him on the bed, the blanket pooled around her waist. Her wide, innocent eyes flicked between the two of them, her cheeks tinged pink. She looked like she’d just been caught doing something forbidden, and for a second, Satoru’s brain malfunctioned.

Suguru, on the other hand, had no such delay in his reaction.

“S-Satoru,” he stammered, pointing an accusatory finger at Y/N. “Is that your fucking doll?”

“What?” Satoru mumbled, his brain struggling to process the situation.

Suguru’s voice rose an octave. “Is that your fucking doll—as in the one you’ve been dreaming about?”

Satoru blinked, his head whipping back toward Y/N. It took him half a second to notice the familiar features the same face, the same eyes, the same everything.

His heart slammed against his ribcage as realization dawned on him. “Y/N?”

“Hi, Satoru,” she said sheepishly, offering him a small wave.

“Oh god, she’s real?!”

“Wait—am I still dreaming?” Satoru clutched his head in disbelief, his hair sticking out in all directions as he panicked.

“No, you’re not dreaming, you idiot!” Suguru shouted, clearly losing it. “What the fuck is going on here?”

The room erupted into chaos. Satoru was freaking out, Suguru was borderline hysterical, and Y/N looked like she wanted to sink into the mattress and disappear. The shouting continued, overlapping and incomprehensible, until Y/N finally snapped.

“I—” she began, but before she could explain herself, a flicker of fear crossed her face. She panicked and quickly transformed back into her doll form, collapsing motionless on the bed.

The sudden silence was deafening.

Suguru’s jaw dropped as he pointed at the now-lifeless doll. “Holy shit she just turned back into the doll! She was real! I saw her! She was breathing! She spoke! What the fuck, Satoru?”

But Satoru wasn’t listening anymore. His trembling hands reached out to pick up the doll, his heart thundering in his chest. All the panic and chaos in the room melted away as he cradled her in his hands, his wide, blue eyes fixed on her face.

“She’s real,” he whispered, his voice trembling with awe. “She’s... really real.”

Suguru threw his hands in the air. “That’s all you have to say? ‘She’s real?’ This is insane!”

Satoru ignored him entirely, his thumb gently brushing against the doll’s cheek as if trying to coax her back to life. “Y/N,” he murmured softly, his voice filled with something Suguru had never heard before pure, unfiltered affection.

Suguru groaned, pacing the room like a madman. “This explains everything why you’ve been skipping school, why you’re acting like a lovesick puppy, why you keep carrying that damn doll everywhere like it’s some kind of treasure!”

Satoru didn’t even bother denying it. He looked up at Suguru with a soft, almost dazed smile. “Because she is a treasure, Suguru.”

Suguru froze mid-step, staring at his best friend as if he’d grown a second head. “You’re hopeless,” he muttered, rubbing his temples.

Satoru smirked, his confidence finally returning. “Hopelessly in love, maybe.”

Suguru gagged. “Gross. Don’t say shit like that to me.”

Satoru leaned back against the headboard, cradling the doll close to his chest. “You wouldn’t understand, Suguru. You’ve never met someone like her.”

“You’re talking about a doll, Satoru.”

“She’s not just a doll,” Satoru shot back, his voice unusually firm. “She’s... her. And I’m going to figure out everything how, why, what she is. But for now...” He glanced down at her, his gaze softening. “For now, I just want to keep her close.”

Suguru groaned again, throwing his hands up in defeat. “Fine. Whatever. But you’re going to school tomorrow whether you like it or not. I’m not covering for your lovesick ass anymore.”

As Suguru stormed out of the room, grumbling under his breath, Satoru let out a soft laugh. He turned his attention back to Y/N, his lips quirking into a mischievous smile.

“Guess it’s just you and me again, huh?” he murmured.

And though Y/N remained in her doll form, Satoru could’ve sworn he felt her warmth in his hands, her presence as real and tangible as his own heartbeat.

A week later

The days blurred together for Satoru. Ever since Y/N transformed back into her doll form, he’d been a man possessed. Sleepless nights bled into groggy mornings as he sat by her, pleading and coaxing her to come back. He’d pace his room with her in his hands, whispering to her like a madman.

“Y/N, come on. You’re real I know you are. Just show yourself, okay? Please?”

But no matter how many times he begged, she remained silent and motionless. The frustration ate at him, gnawing away at his resolve.

“Y/N, I know you’re in there,” he’d whisper, his voice hoarse from exhaustion. “You’re not just a doll… I’ve seen you. I’ve felt you.”

Suguru, watching from the sidelines, grew increasingly worried. He believed Satoru when he claimed the doll had moved for god's sake he witnessed it but was it all worth it if his best friend was losing his sanity

“You’re going to kill yourself at this rate,” Suguru said one evening, standing in Satoru’s doorway. His voice was calm, but there was a sharp edge of concern. “You’re not eating. You’re not sleeping. You’re barely holding on, man.”

Satoru didn’t look up. He sat slumped in his chair, the doll cradled in his lap like a fragile treasure. “You didn’t see her the way I did, Suguru,” he murmured. “She was alive. She was real.”

“I believe you,” Suguru replied, stepping closer. “But you’re still human, Satoru. You can’t keep going like this.”

Satoru let out a dry laugh, his head tilting back against the chair. “She’s the only thing that feels real right now.”

Suguru clenched his fists, his patience wearing thin. “She won’t come back if you destroy yourself"

Suguru eventually stormed out, muttering about how Satoru had lost his mind. And maybe he had. The sleepless nights and lack of food caught up to him quickly. His usually radiant complexion was pale, his energy nonexistent. Yet, even as his body begged for rest, he refused to stop.

He made sure the pile of women’s clothes he’d bought for her was neatly folded beside the doll. “Just in case,” he’d murmured, forcing a weak smile.

But the breaking point came that night. After a short, lukewarm shower, Satoru stumbled out of the bathroom, towel barely clinging to his hips. The world spun violently around him, and before he could catch himself, he collapsed onto the cold bedroom floor with a dull thud.

For a moment, there was only silence. Then, as if triggered by the sheer panic coursing through her, Y/N moved.

The once-motionless doll began to glow faintly, her figure expanding and shifting until she was standing there, flesh and blood. Her wide eyes immediately locked onto Satoru’s unconscious form.

“Satoru!” she cried, dropping to her knees beside him. Her hands trembled as she shook his shoulders, trying to rouse him. “Wake up! Please, wake up!”

He didn’t respond. His body was burning, his breath shallow. Her heart clenched painfully she had no idea what to do.

Panic set in, and with no better option, she stumbled to the door. Gripping the handle, she yanked it open and shouted desperately into the hallway. “Help! Please, someone help!”

Her voice echoed through the quiet mansion, startling the household staff. Heads turned, and footsteps rushed toward her.

But the sight that greeted them made them freeze in their tracks. Standing in Satoru’s doorway was a breathtakingly beautiful woman completely naked.

One of the maids blinked rapidly, clearly trying to make sense of the situation. “Uh… ma’am?”

“Please!” Y/N interrupted, her voice trembling with urgency. She pointed toward Satoru’s unmoving form on the floor. “He’s burning up! He collapsed, and I… I don’t know what to do!”

The urgency in her voice snapped them out of their stupor. Several staff members hurried past her to tend to Satoru, while others exchanged knowing looks.

A butler leaned toward one of the maids, muttering under his breath, “Guess the young master’s been… busy.”

The maid snickered, barely able to contain her amusement. “Too much fun, clearly.”

Y/N stared at them, confused by their words but too focused on Satoru to care. Her attention was drawn back to him as the staff carefully lifted him off the floor and placed him onto the bed.

One of the maids approached her with a kind smile, holding out a plush bathrobe. “Here, miss. You should cover up.”

Y/N blinked in surprise, glancing down at herself. The realization of her nakedness hit her like a ton of bricks. Her cheeks flushed bright red as she quickly slipped into the robe. “Th-thank you.”

The maid smiled knowingly. “Of course. Don’t worry, he’ll be fine. Just give him some time to rest.”

Y/N’s brows furrowed with concern. “Will he really be okay?”

The maid nodded reassuringly. “Yes, but you should rest too, miss. You wouldn’t want to catch whatever he has.”

The butler chimed in with a teasing grin. “Though, from the looks of it, you might’ve already shared… plenty.”

Y/N tilted her head, confused by his words. Before she could ask, the maid gently guided her toward the guest room. “Come along now. Let’s get you settled.”

As she followed, Y/N glanced back at Satoru’s room, her heart heavy with worry. She couldn’t shake the memory of his smile, his voice calling her name, the way he’d looked at her with such warmth and affection.

She clutched the robe tightly around herself, a determined glint in her eyes. Whatever it took, she wouldn’t let him suffer alone.

Engaged

Y/N sat in the stillness of the room, her gaze fixed on the darkness that stretched endlessly beyond the window. It was 2 a.m. now, the quiet hour where the world seemed to hold its breath. She could feel the shift in her body, the subtle pull that urged her to return to her doll form, but she hesitated. Disappointing Satoru again wasn’t something she wanted to see in those endless blue eyes.

A small, wistful smile played on her lips as her thoughts drifted to that night the night he had thought it was all just a dream.

The memory unfurled like a ribbon, tugging her heart.

“If you were real, we’d be engaged by now,” he had murmured, his voice soft and teasing, but with a glimmer of something deeper behind it.

Y/N had laughed, her voice light as she tilted her head, her doll-like features glowing under the dim light. “Can’t you just be engaged to me while I’m a doll?” she teased, her tone playful yet carrying a hint of challenge.

He’d paused, blinking at her with that boyish grin he always wore when something ridiculous crossed his mind. “Well, that would be wei—” He stopped mid-sentence, his smirk shifting into something almost wicked. “You know what? Hell yeah.”

The next day, she hadn’t expected him to take it seriously. But Satoru Gojo never did anything halfway.

She could still remember the glint in his eyes as he slipped into the room, practically buzzing with excitement. “Tadaaa!” he’d declared, holding up a tiny velvet box with all the theatrics of a magician pulling off his greatest trick.

Inside was a ring, custom-made to fit her doll form perfectly. A delicate thing, impossibly detailed, glimmering like frost in the sunlight.

“Perfect,” he had murmured as he slid it onto her finger, his voice low and reverent, as though he were worshipping a piece of art and in that moment, that’s exactly how he saw her. His perfect creation, his one-of-a-kind treasure.

The memory sent a shiver down her spine. It was absurd, yet so achingly sweet that her heart ached from the intensity of it.

Back in the present, her fingers absentmindedly traced the curve of the ring in her hand a tangible reminder of his devotion, no matter how twisted it might be.

“Perfect,” she echoed in a whisper, her voice barely audible in the silence, her heart caught in the delicate web of his obsession and her own uncertain feelings.

Tonight, she wouldn’t turn back into a doll not yet. Not when the thought of seeing disappointment flash in his brilliant eyes weighed heavier than her own exhaustion.

After all, she was his, wasn’t she? His perfect doll, his perfect fiancée whether she wanted to be or not.

Her eyes flickered toward the door, toward the hallway that led to Satoru’s room. A part of her itched to go, to check if he was okay to see if he’d gotten better after what she’d done to him. But the guilt clawed at her like a shadow with teeth, whispering cruel reminders that it was her fault he’d ended up this way.

The memory of his reaction still made her stomach twist. The way his brilliant, confident eyes had widened in terror. The way his voice, usually so teasing and playful, had cracked when he’d seen her—really seen her.

It had frightened her.

Not because she feared him, but because in that moment, he hadn’t looked like the invincible Satoru Gojo. He had looked small. Vulnerable. And she had been the reason why.

Her hands trembled slightly as she clutched them tighter, nails biting into her palms. Was this what she truly was? A fleeting illusion, a doll that should’ve stayed lifeless? The thought pierced through her, and for a moment, she felt as though she might shatter like porcelain under the weight of it all.

And yet, she couldn’t ignore the pull in her chest the ache to be near him.

“Maybe he’s asleep,” she whispered to herself, her voice trembling, though she wasn’t sure if she was convincing herself or hoping. If he was asleep, she wouldn’t have to see the fear in his eyes again. She could just... look. Just make sure he was breathing, that he wasn’t still pale and trembling like he’d been earlier.

But what if he wasn’t? What if he was awake, and those eyes, which held entire galaxies, were looking at her again not with fear, but with something else? Something raw and unspoken.

Her cheeks flushed at the thought, heat prickling her skin. She knew that look. Satoru was the kind of man who loved fiercely, possessively. He didn’t just want pieces of her; he wanted all of her—every thought, every breath, every heartbeat. Even now, she could hear his voice from days ago, playful yet laced with an intensity that left her breathless.

“If you’re real,” he’d whispered, leaning impossibly close, “then you’re mine.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat at the memory. She hated how much those words stirred something inside her, how much she wanted to belong to him, even when everything about their situation felt so utterly wrong.

Taking a shaky breath, she stood, her legs unsteady as she crossed the room. Her hand hovered over the door handle, hesitation gripping her like a vice.

What if seeing him again broke her? What if he still looked at her like she was some kind of nightmare?

But worse what if he didn’t? What if he looked at her the way he always did, with that infuriating, breathtaking confidence that made her knees weak?

Swallowing hard, she pushed the door open just a crack, the faint light from the hallway spilling into the darkness beyond. She bit her lip as she peeked inside, her gaze immediately drawn to the man lying in bed.

Satoru was still, his hair a mess of white against the dark sheets. Even like this, he was impossibly beautiful, his long lashes resting against pale skin, his lips parted slightly in sleep.

Her heart twisted painfully, and before she could stop herself, she whispered, “I’m sorry…”

It wasn’t enough not for everything she’d done. But maybe, just maybe, if she stayed by his side tonight, it could be a start.

And maybe, just maybe, she’d find a way to belong to him in the way he so desperately wanted.

Fun

Y/N stood frozen, her gaze fixed on him. The moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a faint glow over Satoru's pale, vulnerable form. Soon, she’d turn back into her doll form—she always did—but before she could react, a strong hand shot out, grabbing her wrist and yanking her forward.

She let out a startled yelp, stumbling ungracefully onto his lap.

“Doll.”

His voice was hoarse, heavy with exhaustion but laced with an undeniable hunger that sent a shiver down her spine. She barely had time to process the searing warmth of his hand encircling hers, the way his grip was firm, unrelenting, as though afraid she might vanish into thin air.

For a moment, silence enveloped them, the only sound the quiet rhythm of their breaths. His blue eyes locked onto hers, piercing and overwhelming. Time seemed to stop as the world narrowed to just the two of them, their proximity leaving her dizzy and flustered.

Satoru’s hands found her waist, his long fingers moving in slow, deliberate strokes along her sides, grazing her with a featherlight touch that sent electricity racing through her veins. Her cheeks flushed, her breath hitching as she tried to look away, but his gaze held her captive.

“You feel so real,” he murmured, his voice a mix of awe and something darker, something possessive. His head tilted, his snowy lashes fluttering as his eyes fluttered closed for a brief second.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N whispered, her voice trembling. She dropped her gaze, guilt twisting her insides.

Satoru’s eyes snapped open, sharp and commanding. “If you’re so sorry,” he said, his voice low and filled with quiet intensity, “don’t you dare turn back into your doll form.”

Her breath hitched at the weight of his words, the authority in them sending a jolt through her. “A-alright,” she stammered softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “But… there are limits to my capabilities.”

His sharp gaze softened, and that boyish smirk the one that always managed to disarm her curved his lips. His eyes dropped, and he noticed the tiny ring she was clutching in her hand.

“Is this what I think it is?” he chuckled, his voice dipping into a warm, amused tone. “It wouldn’t be nice for you to ghost your fiancé, you know.”

Y/N’s blush deepened, the memory of his playful proposal rushing back, but before she could say anything, his fingers brushed against her jaw, tilting her chin upward. His thumb traced her bottom lip, the intimate gesture leaving her utterly breathless.

Despite his fragile state, every trace of emptiness in Satoru’s expression had vanished. His eyes sparkled with something close to reverence as he studied her. The doll-like perfection he adored so much was mesmerizing, but it was more than that. It was the way she understood him, the way she made him feel human even when he felt like the strongest yet loneliest man in the world.

His lips curved into a wicked grin, one that made her pulse race. “Does my doll want to feel good again?” he teased, his voice dropping into a husky whisper as his hand drifted lower, brushing the tie of her robe.

Her breath caught, the memory of that one night flashing vividly in her mind. Heat flooded her cheeks as she tried to look away, but Satoru’s smirk only widened.

“Mhm…” His eyes glinted mischievously, leaning closer until his lips ghosted over her ear. “Shall we have fun?”

Y/N’s heart pounded as his words wrapped around her like a spell, her body betraying her hesitation as a shiver of anticipation ran through her.

Earlier that night, Satoru paced around his dimly lit bedroom like a caged predator, his mind spiraling into madness. The doll his doll—refused to show herself. She was out there somewhere, hiding from him, denying him the sweet satisfaction of seeing her delicate face, hearing her soft voice. How cruel of her to stay away. How utterly selfish.

His icy blue eyes glinted dangerously under the faint moonlight seeping through the curtains. Why won’t you come to me? he thought bitterly, raking his fingers through his silvery hair in frustration. His heart pounded with a mix of longing and frustration, each beat fueling his desperation. She was his; she just didn’t seem to realize it yet. But tonight, he’d make her understand.

Satoru’s lips curled into a twisted smile as a dangerous idea crossed his mind. If she wouldn’t come willingly, then he’d leave her no choice. His gaze fell upon the untouched plate of food on his desk. He knew what was in it an ingredient he was deathly allergic to. It wasn’t the first time he’d used this little trick to draw her out. She always came running, frantic and beautiful, whenever he pushed himself to the edge.

“Y/N,” he murmured, his voice dripping with both affection and a dark obsession. “You love taking care of me, don’t you? You’ll come if I need you. You have to.”

Without hesitation, he grabbed the food and began eating like a man possessed. Each bite burned his throat with the promise of pain, but Satoru didn’t care. His hands trembled slightly, he quickly went to his bathroom to make the scene exactly unfold in front of her. His breath quickening as the allergic reaction began to set in. He staggered to the bed, clutching at his chest, his grin widening despite the agony creeping through his body.

His vision blurred, but he could already picture her panicked expression, the way her trembling hands would desperately try to save him. She’d press her forehead to his, scolding him through tears, calling him an idiot her idiot. He loved it when she got like that, so raw and vulnerable.

Collapsing onto the floor, he whispered her name, his voice dripping with sickly sweetness. “Come to me, doll. You can’t hide forever.”

24/7 Possession

Ever since that eventful fun night, life had been bliss for the two of them. Satoru’s endless longing for Y/N had been satiated, and Y/N, despite her initial hesitations, had found her own sense of peace with him. They were inseparable—so much so that the very idea of distance between them was unthinkable.

But, of course, peace never lasted long.

“Ugh, fuck… I have to go to school tomorrow,” Satoru groaned, his muffled voice coming from where his face was buried against Y/N’s stomach. He was sprawled across her lap, holding onto her like a child refusing to let go of their favorite toy.

Y/N’s focus, however, was on the TV, her fingers absently playing with his hair as the show absorbed all her attention.

“Doll,” he muttered, his tone slightly sharper now, his lips brushing against the fabric of her shirt. He tilted his head to look up at her, his cerulean eyes narrowing when he realized she wasn’t paying attention to him.

“Doll.” This time, his voice carried a bite, frustration bubbling beneath the surface.

When she still didn’t respond, he sat up abruptly, his presence demanding. With one swift motion, he grabbed the remote and shut off the television, the room plunging into silence.

“Can’t you pay attention to me for once?” he snapped, his gaze sharp as he stared at her.

Y/N blinked, startled out of her trance. “Oh… sorry. What’s wrong?”

Lately, she had noticed subtle shifts in Satoru’s behavior. He was still as sweet and affectionate as ever—borderline suffocating at times—but there was an edge to him now, a sense of restlessness she couldn’t quite place.

“I have to go to school tomorrow,” he said, his voice quieter this time, though no less petulant. He pouted, leaning in close, as if the idea of being apart from her even for a moment was unbearable. “I’ll be gone.”

Y/N tilted her head, unsure how to react. “Okay?” she said cautiously, her tone more curious than concerned.

“Aren’t you gonna miss me?” Satoru’s pout deepened, and his tone carried a slight whine.

She hesitated, her naivety as a doll making her blunt in moments like this. “I suppose I will… but you need school, after all.”

Her attempt at being rational didn’t land well. Satoru’s demeanor shifted almost instantly, his eyes narrowing as a shadow of irritation crossed his features.

“Seems like you barely care about me,” he muttered darkly, his words hanging in the air like a challenge.

Y/N blinked, confused by the sudden change in his mood. She wanted to say something, to reassure him, but the fear of upsetting him made her pause. She had learned by now that upsetting Satoru was… dangerous. It wasn’t just his sharp words or intense glares—when he was truly upset, he’d grow sick, fragile, as though her rejection drained the very life out of him.

Her heart clenched at the thought, and without thinking, she blurted out, “How about I attend with you?”

The suggestion felt ridiculous even to her, but it was the only thing she could think of to ease the tension. She wasn’t fond of the idea, not at all, but if it kept him happy, then maybe it was worth it.

Satoru’s eyes widened in surprise, his frown instantly replaced by a wide, almost manic grin. “That’s a great idea! With that, I’ll have you by my side 24/7!”

Before she could react, he jumped off the couch and dashed out of the room, already muttering about getting the paperwork sorted. His energy was infectious, but Y/N couldn’t help the pit that formed in her stomach.

There was something unsettling about the way he’d latched onto the idea so quickly, as though he couldn’t fathom even a single moment apart from her. A part of her felt… upset, though she wasn’t sure why.

As she watched him disappear down the hall, her hand instinctively reached for her chest, where an unfamiliar ache lingered. Her human form might have made her capable of emotions she hadn’t known as a doll, but it also left her vulnerable.

And with Satoru’s obsessive love pulling her in deeper, she wasn’t sure if that vulnerability was something she could handle or escape.

Arriving on the school grounds after nearly a month of absence, Satoru and Y/N immediately became the center of attention. Whispers fluttered around them like a wave, and eyes followed them wherever they went. Satoru, known for his striking looks and the fact that he was rarely seen with a woman, had entered with a woman now his woman. And not just any woman, but Y/N, who matched his beauty perfectly. The air buzzed with curiosity and awe:

“Oh my god...” “She’s stunning…” “I’d skip school too if I had a girlfriend like that…”

Y/N, her cheeks flushed from the attention, shifted uncomfortably. The stares felt like a weight on her shoulders, each one making her feel smaller. She leaned in close to Satoru, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Satoru, I’m uncomfortable...”

Satoru's lips curled into a smug, almost possessive smile as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer. “Aww, doll... just stay close to me, okay?” His voice was soothing, but there was a coldness to it that seemed to warn everyone around them to stay away.

He reveled in the attention they were getting, his ego soaring higher with each admiring glance his doll received. But as he noticed the way the others looked at her, something dark and twisted began to stir inside him. They couldn’t have her. No one could.

He clenched his jaw, his grip on Y/N’s shoulder tightening as he walked, each step full of possessiveness. The need to make every person who dared look at his doll stop was overwhelming. He could feel his temper building, the urge to make them pay.

When they finally arrived at the classroom, Satoru’s friends immediately turned their attention to them. Shoko’s raised eyebrow was the first indication that something had shifted.

“Any explanation?” she asked, smirking as she took in the sight of Y/N standing next to Satoru.

Y/N, feeling a sudden wave of intimidation, instinctively hid behind Satoru, her hands nervously twisting together.

“Hey, now,” Satoru growled protectively, his voice dripping with a possessive edge. “Don’t go scaring my fiancée.”

“Fiancée? The fuck?” Suguru raised an eyebrow, glancing between Satoru and Y/N, clearly confused. He hadn’t heard a word about this, and yet here they were, with Satoru acting like the proudest man alive.

“Well, as you can see,” Satoru said with an arrogance that bordered on smugness, “I’m with my fiancée, Y/N.”

Satoru gently pulled Y/N to his side, his hand firmly resting on her waist as he positioned her in front of him. His gaze flickered over his friends, watching their reactions as they took in the sight of Y/N. Shoko’s eyes widened slightly, but she couldn’t help but mutter, “Mhm... pretty.”

She didn’t say more, but it was clear that even she couldn’t deny the allure of Y/N. The way she held herself, the delicate beauty she exuded it was impossible not to be captivated.

“I’m happy for you,” Shoko added, her tone playful, but her eyes flickered toward Satoru. “Finally, someone bagged you.”

Satoru didn’t answer. He kept his gaze trained on Y/N, his protective instincts almost visibly radiating. But as the banter continued, his attention shifted to something more troubling: Nanami’s gaze.

Nanami had been quiet, as usual, but his eyes were focused on Y/N too focused. It wasn’t the fleeting look of admiration others had, but a lingering, almost appreciative gaze that made Satoru’s blood run cold.

His grip on Y/N’s waist tightened, and his eyes narrowed. What the hell is he staring at?

Y/N, however, didn’t seem to notice the silent battle of wills taking place. Instead, she found herself drawn to Nanami’s eyes there was something about his calm demeanor, the way he took her in, that made her feel... flustered. She couldn’t help but shift under his gaze, feeling an unexpected thrill at being noticed by someone other than Satoru.

That was a mistake.

Satoru’s smile remained plastered on his face, but it was sharp, like the edge of a knife. His jealousy simmered just below the surface. He didn’t like how Y/N squirmed under Nanami’s stare. He didn’t like the way she looked interested.

He cleared his throat, his voice low and almost teasing. “Doll, why don’t you take a seat over there?”

Y/N nodded, her heart racing for reasons she didn’t fully understand. She moved to sit down, but the tension between her and Satoru was thick, suffocating, and he watched her every move like a hawk.

But even as he instructed her to sit, his mind was clouded with dark thoughts. Every time Y/N glanced back at Nanami, the more it ate at him. She was his. His to look at, to touch, to claim. No one especially not Nanami could look at her the way he could.

“Hey, Satoru, you good?” Suguru’s voice broke through his thoughts, but Satoru didn’t answer right away.

He was too busy watching, too busy calculating.

“Uh-huh,” Satoru said with a smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. His gaze shifted from Nanami to Y/N, and then to Suguru, who didn’t seem to notice the storm brewing in Satoru’s chest.

“Doll,” he murmured softly, more to himself than to anyone else. “You’re all mine.”

The cost of glances

As they arrived back home, Satoru’s room felt like a sanctuary of intimacy, but it also reeked of something darker, something more possessive. Y/N bounced around the room, giddy from the day's experiences, her voice filled with excitement.

“Satoru, it was so fun!” she squealed, her eyes shining with delight as she rambled about everything she had enjoyed. She didn't even notice the shift in Satoru’s calm demeanor, the way his eyes narrowed slightly as he observed her, a faint but undeniable edge to his smile.

He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her with an almost calculating gaze. “Hey, doll… why don’t you be a doll for a while?” he asked, his voice smooth, with just a hint of something deeper lurking beneath.

Y/N paused, furrowing her brows in confusion. “Why?” she asked, despite already feeling the weight of his words pressing down on her. She tried to smile, but it felt strained, like she was walking on eggshells around him.

Satoru stepped forward slowly, his gaze growing intense. “You need rest too, doll.” His words were soft, but his hands reached for her, brushing a strand of hair from her face before planting a soft, almost reverent kiss on her forehead.

Y/N froze, a sense of unease trickling down her spine. She couldn’t read him. The glasses he wore today made him seem distant, almost unreadable. It was as though he was a different version of himself—still the same Satoru, but... colder, more controlled. She didn’t know what to make of it.

She reluctantly obeyed, her movements stiff and robotic as she slipped into her doll form. As she sat motionless, her heart raced. She hated the stillness, the loss of control, but she had no choice. Satoru had a way of making her comply. She sat there, frozen in place, as the hours slipped by, each second stretching longer than the last.

At dawn, she was startled awake. Her body felt stiff, the transition from human to doll always leaving her aching. She blinked rapidly, adjusting to the soft morning light, and noticed Satoru was already getting ready.

She wanted to ask him what he was doing, but she knew the answer already. She had two more hours before she could return to her human form, and she hated the feeling of helplessness during those moments.

Before she could voice her confusion, she heard Satoru’s voice, calm and chilling.

“Hey, doll… I’m taking you on a trip with me.” His words were punctuated by a sinister undertone, a promise of something neither good nor innocent.

Y/N looked up at him, her stomach twisting. She didn’t know what was happening, but she could feel that something dark was about to unfold. She was so used to his unpredictability, but this time... it was different.

Satoru gently picked her up, his hand sliding under her, and placed her in the pocket of his shirt. His touch was tender, almost too tender, as if it was meant to make her feel safe, even though she had a sinking feeling deep in her gut.

They moved quietly, Satoru’s footsteps soft against the floor, and Y/N could feel her heart racing as they stepped outside.

The air was still. Too still.

And then, Satoru’s voice broke the silence.

“You guys think you were slick with those glances…” He muttered to himself, his words dark and cold, his eyes narrowing as though they were focused on something far away. “How unfaithful of you, doll…”

Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat as a chill ran down her spine. His words made her uneasy. What was he talking about?

But then the terrifying truth unfolded before her eyes.

Satoru’s hand moved with startling speed, and before Y/N could even process what was happening, she heard a sickening sound flesh tearing, a sharp gasp of pain.

She looked up, and her eyes went wide in horror.

Satoru was standing over Nanami, a knife in his hand, his expression cold and almost... satisfied as he plunged it deep into Nanami’s chest.

"S-Satoru!?" Nanami gasped, his voice shaking as the horror of the moment enveloped him. Unfolding right in front of Y/N's eyes She wanted to scream, to run, to do something anything but she was helpless, trapped in her doll form, unable to stop what was happening.

Satoru didn’t stop. His eyes were cold, void of any remorse as he delivered each stab with meticulous precision. The blood splattered around them, staining everything in sight.

“This is the cost for letting your eyes linger too much...” His voice was almost casual, as if he were speaking about something trivial, something insignificant. But to Y/N, it felt like the world was crashing down.

She could feel the blood splashing onto her, her skin soaking in the thick, warm liquid. Her body was frozen in terror, her mind racing as she tried to comprehend the chaos around her. Why is he doing this? Why is he hurting Nanami?

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she wanted to cry out, but her body wouldn’t move. She could barely comprehend what was happening—how the man who claimed to love her, the man who always told her that she was his, was now... this.

Satoru stood over Nanami’s lifeless body, his breathing steady, his expression one of calm satisfaction. Then, he turned his gaze to Y/N, his lips curling into a smile that sent a shiver down her spine.

“You’re scared, aren’t you, doll?” he asked softly, almost tenderly. “But don’t worry. He’s the one with the problem, not you.”

Y/N couldn’t tear her eyes away from him. There was no escaping the twisted affection in his gaze, the possessiveness that gripped him, that made him do... this. She was helpless. She was nothing more than his doll, and in that moment, she realized how deep his obsession truly ran.

What could she possibly do against him? Even in her human form, could she escape? No. Satoru’s grip on her was too tight, his control too absolute.

The night had been horrifying. Seven boys seven lives extinguished by Satoru’s cold, merciless hands. Y/N couldn’t forget the blood, the cries, the lifeless bodies left in his wake. The memory lingered, haunting her every thought. She had refused to return to her human form after that her fear far too overwhelming to face what Satoru had become.

But what truly unsettled her was the fact that Satoru didn’t pursue her like he always did. The desperate, obsessive need for her was absent, replaced by a cold, calculated silence. His behavior had shifted. It felt like he was biding his time, waiting for something, but what?

Today, as she lay nestled in the bag Satoru had placed her in for their trip to school, she tried to block out the unsettling feeling in her chest. The soft, rhythmic sound of his steps did little to soothe her. He was different too calm. Even though she couldn’t see him, she could feel his presence, like an ominous shadow looming over her.

When they arrived at school, the air felt heavy. The usual noise and chatter seemed distant, muffled under the weight of something dark. Y/N could feel the tension building, her unease growing with every passing second.

The classroom fell into an eerie silence when the teacher stepped up to the front of the room. Her face was pale, strained with something tragic.

“Class will be suspended for a week due to the recent murders of several students,” the teacher announced, her voice faltering as she continued. “Among the victims was Nanami Kento.”

A collective gasp filled the room. Shoko’s face crumpled in grief, her sobs breaking free as she wailed. Suguru was by her side immediately, offering comfort, his eyes red with concern and pain. But Satoru? He was still. His eyes were empty, his expression lifeless. He didn’t even flinch at the mention of Nanami’s death, as though he were unaffected.

Y/N’s breath hitched in her chest. There was something profoundly wrong in the way he was acting. It was as though the man she once knew her beloved Satoru was no longer here. In his place stood someone unrecognizable, someone terrifying.

Suguru couldn’t help but glance at his best friend, concern lacing his features. He could see the subtle shift in Satoru’s demeanor. The usual playful glint in his eyes had been replaced by an unsettling emptiness. It was almost like the Satoru he once knew had been consumed by something darker, something sinister.

Suguru stepped closer, placing a hand on Satoru’s shoulder. “Hey, man… You okay?” His voice was quiet, unsure, but Satoru didn’t respond. He simply stared ahead, his eyes cold, his gaze distant.

Y/N watched all of this, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the growing distance between her and Satoru, like a wall that had silently risen between them. The strange, unsettling calm that he radiated was more terrifying than his usual intensity. She knew him well enough to know that when he was silent, when he was calm… that’s when he was the most dangerous.

Suguru’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts. “Satoru… you sure you’re alright?”

Without warning, Satoru’s head turned sharply to meet Suguru’s eyes. His gaze was cold, void of emotion. “I’m fine,” he said simply, his voice devoid of the usual warmth. It was flat, almost mechanical.

But to Y/N, the words felt like a lie. Something was brewing beneath the surface, something darker, and she couldn’t figure out what it was. Every part of her screamed that she needed to get away, that she needed to flee before it was too late.

She didn’t know how long she’d been in her bag, but she had become acutely aware of the tension between them. The way he never looked at her, the way he avoided her gaze it was like he was waiting for something. Watching her, yet not seeing her. It made her skin crawl.

When the bell rang, signaling the end of the day, Y/N didn’t feel the usual sense of relief. She felt trapped, cornered by the unsettling presence of Satoru, by his silence, by the coldness that had taken over him.

She felt the bag shift as Satoru picked it up. The movement was precise, deliberate, and she knew he was still in control. He was always in control.

Satoru’s voice, low and chilling, broke the silence. “Let’s go home, doll.”

His words, though calm, sent a shiver down her spine. She could feel the tension tightening in the air, suffocating her, as if something was about to snap.

Doll

Two days passed. Satoru had returned to the man Y/N once knew crazy in love, his eyes filled with affection as he cradled her motionless form. The tenderness in his touch made her heart race.

“You’re so beautiful,” Satoru murmured, his voice low and reverent. “I’m so inlove with you” His words were like sweet whispers in her ear, and despite herself, Y/N couldn’t help but feel warmth flooding her chest. She loved him of course, she did. His every word, every soft caress, made her heart flutter.

But Y/N wasn’t naive enough to ignore the truth. The violence. The bloodshed. The deaths. It was like a dark shadow looming over their every moment of bliss. She couldn’t forget it, no matter how badly she wanted to lose herself in Satoru’s affection.

Three days later, Satoru’s presence seemed to evaporate. He had not come to his bedroom once, leaving Y/N in a state of stillness. Motionless. She wanted to look for him, but something kept her rooted to the spot. Fear. The uncertainty of what was really happening. Was he even still here? The possibility that he could disappear forever like Nanami, like the others sent a chill down her spine.

Could she really leave? Was this the sign she’d been waiting for? To escape from the madness, the blood, the danger that surrounded her? But no she wasn’t ready. She couldn’t escape him. Not when he was everything to her.

Suddenly, a sound broke through the silence distressed sobs, a woman crying. Y/N’s heart skipped. She recognized the voice.

“Oh, Satoru… I can’t believe I’m crying over your ass.”

Y/N’s mind raced with questions. What did she mean? Was Satoru gone? Dead? Had he finally gone too far this time?

She remained still, her body frozen, trying to piece together what was happening. Then, the door opened, and in walked Shoko Satoru’s best friend, the woman who had always stood by his side. Her face was red from crying, her cheeks streaked with tears.

“God, I hate you, Satoru,” Shoko choked out between sobs, her voice breaking. “If I had known you’d be next… after Nanami... I really would’ve…”

She could barely finish her sentence, her hiccups only adding to the distress in her voice. The words slowly started to sink into Y/N’s mind, each one sharper than the last. Satoru was dead? No… It couldn’t be. It shouldn’t be.

The thought of Satoru dead terrified Y/N terrified her to the core but it was also strangely relieving. He scared her. The blood, the killings, his relentless obsession. But... he was also the man she loved. Her protector, her everything. He had given her so much, but now, in his absence, she didn’t know where she stood.

A tear slipped from Y/N’s doll-like eyes, glistening in the soft light of the room. Perhaps it was time for her to let go. To move on to a life free from the darkness Satoru had brought her into.

Then, a sound to her left caused her heart to stop.

A small, white-haired doll, so similar to her size but far more masculine, was placed gently on the study table in front of her. It was a perfect replica of Satoru, but with something off about it. The same gaze, the same features, but lifeless. Cold.

“Well, I’ll see you around,” Shoko’s voice was distant, almost empty as she turned to leave, her words lingering in the air.

But Y/N couldn’t tear her gaze away from the doll. It was... Satoru? Her heart pounded. Was this the end? Had he truly died, and this was all that was left of him?

But as her thoughts swirled, another voice sounded, one so familiar, so haunting.

His eyes those sapphire eyes stared back at her, empty. His body, once so alive with energy, now nothing but an imitation of the man she knew. A doll.

"Do you like it?" His voice came through her mind like a whisper, dark and chilling. "Now, we’re more compatible. Inseparable."

Y/N blinked, her hands trembling as she reached toward him. The familiar form of Satoru, yet... empty. The blood-stained hands that had once taken life were now still, unable to touch her again, to claim her as his. But it was a twisted irony. His obsession had consumed him entirely, and now he had become what he feared most: a doll.

Shoko’s voice echoed in the background, but it was drowned out by the terrifying presence of the figure before her. “You think I would let you go, doll?” Satoru's voice was softer now, though his expression remained just as haunting. "Do you think you can escape me?"

Y/N couldn’t speak. She couldn’t breathe. The words felt like poison in her veins, suffocating her, but she couldn’t move. She stared down at the doll in front of her. Satoru's lifeless eyes never wavered, even as his words played on repeat in her mind.

“Forever,” he murmured. “You’ll always be mine.”

His form had become nothing but a cold imitation. The lines of his face, the tilt of his head, the eyes everything was a perfect replica of the man she once loved. But now, he was nothing more than a hollow object. Yet, in his stillness, in the absence of life, he was still consuming her.

“You thought you could be free,” Satoru’s voice continued, though the words now felt like a mockery, “but you’ll always come back to me.”

The doll sat lifeless, but his presence seemed to fill every corner of the room. His hands, made of porcelain, were colder than the night air. But it didn’t matter. He had won.

Y/N's heart beat in her chest, though her hands were trembling, unable to escape the gaze of the doll, the cold imitation of the man who had consumed her heart.

A tear slipped down her porcelain cheek, and for the first time, Satoru’s voice in her mind quieted. He had become her, in a twisted, ironic way his obsession with her had caused him to be consumed by it.

No, Y/N thought. This was no escape. He hadn’t died. He had just... changed.

But now, more than ever, he would never let her go.

“Forever,” Satoru whispered again.

[pretty-little-mind33]

James Potter x shy!fem!reader

Summary: You've never had your first kiss — well not until you stupidly kiss the boy you've had a crush on since forever, the same boy who happens to be your best friend.

Genre: Fluff, some angst, happy ending!

Warnings: swearing, mention of mild injuries, insecurities around kissing, misunderstandings, lovesick!James <3

JAMES POTTER MASTERLIST

At this hour the Gryffindor common room is lit by multiple candles and lanterns and chills run up your arms from the midnight air as you hug your knees.

On the ground, Lily Evans sits across from you, next to James Potter, and Marlene Mckinnon is on James's left. Sirius Black sits next to you and Remus Lupin next to him. It's amusing how quickly and well you've all managed to form a deformed circle.

You look at Lily. Her fiery auburn hair is pinned behind her by her quill and she's dressed in a blue sweatshirt, with knitted daisies on the sleeves, and a pair of worn out plaid pajama bottoms.

Marlene, who is sitting criss-cross with her elbows on her knees, is wearing her uniform without her cloak and her sandy-blonde hair falls down her shoulders.

James is also dressed in his uniform but, along with his cloak, his gray sweater is nowhere to be seen and he's only in his white chemise. He's undone his Gryffindor tie to hang loosely around his neck.

You glance at Sirius next, who much like his best friend, looks equally as relaxed. He's in a maroon cardigan and black sweatpants. He's also lazily pulled his hair into a half-up half-down situation, leaving array strands that frame his cheekbones.

Remus, unlike his friends, is wearing his uniform as he would in class and when you look at him you can see that his cloak lays on the arm of the armchair behind him. When Remus sees you looking, he smiles.

"Come on, Y/n." Marlene exclaims. She sounds exasperated. You follow her gaze onto the glass bottle in front of you. Your eyes then move upwards until, again, you're met with Remus's dark, hazelnut, eyes and his friendly smile.

Immediately, you look away and fiddle with your hands. "It's just a kiss." Marlene insists.

Sure, just a kiss, easy for Marlene to say, she isn't nearly as close to Remus as you are. Plus, Marlene has no clue this kiss would be your first. You close your eyes, cursing yourself. You knew you shouldn't have joined the game.

"Y/n doesn't have to kiss me if she's uncomfortable, McKinnon." Remus states calmly.

"It's okay." Sirius jumps in, his hand brushing yours, and he leans over. This time, he spins the bottle, "Anyways, it's my turn now." He winks.

You relax a little and glance shyly at Remus, who only sends you a reassuring smile. Your eyes wander to James. It's always unintentional, you convince yourself, and as usual his expression is unreadable. Your heart squeezes when his eyes lock with yours.

However, your small moment of peace as you look at James is broken as soon as the bottle stops spinning and it points at you. Everyone is silent until Sirius asks hesitantly, "Shall I spin again?"

* * *

You haven't moved from the ground.

Your three best friends stand over you, all of them wearing concerned expressions as you hide behind your hands, "I ruined it," You mumble sadly.

"It was just a silly game," Sirius promises, crossing his arms, "So what you didn't want to kiss Remus and I? It doesn't matter."

You tense. You look at them. Remus seems nervous as he scans you up and down.

James still has this unreadable look in his eye, but the moment he kneels down and touches your knee, you relax, "What's really bothering you, love?" He asks.

"It's stupid."

"Nothing you could say is stupid to us, Y/n/n." Remus speaks up, immediately accompanied by Sirius's enthusiastic nod as he crosses his legs, sitting down, and leans his arms across his knees. He sends you a lopsided smirk and tilts his head. Remus crouches next to him and James has his knees bent with you sitting inside them. His hand brushes up to skim your hair near your cheek.

"I'vejustneverhadmyfirstkiss." You admit quietly.

"You have to speak up, doll." Sirius chuckles.

"I've just never had my first kiss and I thought I wouldn't care but it was weirdly intimidating." You feel your cheeks burn as you look at the boys. Sirius and Remus are speechless for a while until they look at one another and smile,

"That's not stupid, Y/n. Or embarrassing. It's cute and completely normal." Remus reassures you and pats your knee. "We understand that you want your first kiss to be with someone you care about and not your dimwitted best friends."

You don't think their dimwitted but nod anyway. Once more your gaze drifts to James and your breath catches in your throat. He's staring. It's intoxicatingly intimidating.

"You haven't kissed anyone?" James blurts out as if he's surprised, which only makes you more embarrassed. "I just assumed," He starts to explain but is immediately interrupted by Sirius,

"You do realize not having had your first kiss yet doesn't mean no one wants you, yeah?" He asks seriously and you nod weakly. You knew that, but it also never feel amazing when no one shows any interest in you.

Remus stands up, dusts his pants, and then he pats your head as you look up at him, "You'll find someone you'll want to kiss sooner than you think, Y/n/n." He smiles as if he knows something you don't.

Sirius follows Remus and stands over you. You look at James, who is also still on the ground, and you don't dare move. "Moony and I are going to bed, it's late." Sirius says.

"You coming, Prongs?" Remus's voice is light.

James looks at you. He pauses and his eyes seem to vibrate a moment as he looks around the room. Your body burns for him to stay where he is but when he stands up, you feel crushed.

So that's why everyone calls it a crush, you realize as James tells you he's joining the others. Your body feels as if it switched on autopilot when you take James's extended hand and he pulls you up to stand in front of him.

"Night," He mumbles, cheeks flushed. He doesn't move. Sirius and Remus have since disappeared upstairs to the boy's dorms and it feels like years pass as James stares at you.

You blame the whiskey for what happened next. Without thinking, or maybe because you'd thought about this moment too much, you take James's cheeks in your hands, pull him into you, and kiss him.

It's more of an inexperienced peck on the lips but as soon as they touch, your eyes snap open and you realize what you've done. You pull away, hands faltering around James's face.

His eyes are round and he's breathing hard. When you feel his hand hesitate at your waist, you jump and move away from him. You want to speak but you can't make your mouth work.

"Y/n," James starts. You read his expression as embarrassed and your heart drops. You can't think of a smart thing to say or do as you panic so you turn around and practically sprint up the stairs to your dorm.

You slam the door behind you, waking your roommates as they grumpily shift in their beds. Quite dramatically, you lean against the door, hands shaking against the wood as your mind feels like it's running a thousand miles per hour.

* * *

James can't sleep. He's been tossing and turning in his bed for almost three hours now but all he can think about is you.

He can't shake the feel of your hands on his cheeks or the way your lips touched his. He didn't kiss you back, he remembers, and he physically cringes as he turns around onto his stomach, wraps his arms around his pillow and muffles his scream.

"You okay, mate?" Sirius's voice cuts into the silent room.

"No." James mumbles, turning onto his back again as he stares into the darkness and gently skims his lips with his fingers.

"What happened?" Remus asks, voice hoarse and tired.

James's brain is too tired to think of anything rational. He's only been thinking of you since you ran away from him and he can't stop himself from admiring, "She kissed me."

* * *

Surprisingly, you've managed to avoid James for a little more than a week. In fact, you'd been avoiding your two other best friends just as long. You knew James must have told them, and they must find it absolutely hilarious.

"James is worried about you, Y/n." Lily says one morning as you both walk to the Quidditch Pitch. You tense at the sound of his name. "He wants me to make sure you're doing okay." She continues when you just wish wouldn't.

"Never been better, Lil" You lie, fidgeting with your Gryffindor scarf and adjusting your hat. "You can tell him that the next time you see him." You say, voice as unemotional as you can manage.

"You should tell him yourself, after his game." Lily tries to explain softly, "He misses you. He probably hasn't come up to you because he wants to give you space since — you know."

You cringe, wishing you hadn't told Lily about your kiss with James.

"Yeah, I know." You whisper. You feel like a broken record repeating the same words in an endless circle, "It was stupid, it didn't mean a thing, he doesn't see me as anything more than a friend", so you stay quiet until you find decent seats in the stands.

Lily didn't mention Remus would be with Marlene so when you see him, nose buried in a book, hair falling around his face, you almost turn around.

"Y/n/n?" Remus calls. He stands and looks at you so kindly you feel guilty, "Hi." He seems happy you didn't run away from him.

"Hi." You say, hesitantly walking next to him and grasping the edge of the stands with your hands until you kind of feel the splinters in your palm.

A moment of silence passes and then Remus says, "Congrats on the top score in Charms, yesterday. Pads, Prongs, and I were extremely proud." He's trying to sound normal and you feel a little better that he didn't mention the reason you've been ignoring him.

"Thanks." You smile, which earns you a smile from Remus too. However, your attention is pulled away by the teams being called out.

You feel a little nauseous when you see James fly onto the pitch. He does an obnoxious little trick on his broom and then waves but it's painfully obvious in his eyes he's searching for someone in the crowd. When they land on you, his smile falters as you snap your entire head away from him.

When the game starts, you try to look at other players but you're drawn to him. In fact, by half-time you're so immersed in the way James glides around in the air, hair messier and messier, that you don't realize one of the bludgers is whizzing directly towards you.

Remus shouts your name as time stands still. Your instinct is to turn your head and squeeze your eyes shut. You prepare yourself to feel something hit you, but instead all you feel is someone's nails skimming your cheek as the students around you gasp.

Your eyes open just in time to see James fall to the ground, broom crashing onto the grass without him, as his arms hold the bludger. He hits his head with a smack and rolls onto his stomach.

Entire rows of students are on their feet now, eyes wide, as James wrestles with the rogue bludger, which squirms against him.

As if in a trance, your fingers press on your cheek where James must have accidentally scratched you when he flew in to snatch the bludger. You hear the whistles and shouts from the teachers and the next thing you know, you're sitting in the hospital wing with James next to you.

He presses an ice pack to his temple and then holds it out to you. You look at him timidly and shake your head.

"What happened out there?" You ask, breaking the awkward tension.

"Oh, um, someone must have enchanted the bludger and it went crazy. Happens sometimes. Ravenclaws are cheaters." He grimaces as he applies more pressure to his head.

"Does it hurt?" You look at him more closely.

James sends you a familiar smirk, "Yeah and if I puke from my concussion, I'll make sure I puke on you."

"Pass." You retort immediately, scrunching your nose with a chuckle. For a moment, you both overlook what happened between you two and it almost feels like normal.

"You don't understand how much I missed that." James points out, dramatically flopping onto his back on the mattress. You turn and raise your eyebrows,

"What?"

"Your laugh. You." He admits. You feel faint.

Still, you lay down next to him and cross your arms over your stomach, "Yeah." Is all you say because you don't know what else you can say.

"Our kiss doesn't have to count." He blurts out in a very James fashion and you turn your head a little to look at him. He has a lip in his mouth and his eyebrows are furrowed. You feel an ache in your chest at his words and you whisper,

"Why?" You find yourself asking.

James looks at you now, your noses almost touching, "Because, I want your first kiss to be with someone special, Y/n. Not with a boy who couldn't even bring himself to kiss you back." His laugh sounds gloomy.

Your cheeks start to burn and you look at the ceiling, "It's my fault. I was a little drunk and I completely ambushed you. It was wrong and I'm sorry."

You can hear the silence. James pauses, "Why have you been avoiding me?" He sounds hurt and it's his comment that finally makes you realize just how much you'd been hurting your best friends over this last week.

"I've been embarrassed." You cover your face with your hands.

"I don't want you to be embarrassed." He sits up and you do the same as James starts to ramble, "I- listen - I just need to know, do you like me, Y/n?"

You're a little taken aback by the question, "Of course I like you, James. You're my best friend." It doesn't even cross your mind that he could mean romantically.

He frowns, "No, that's not what I mean." You're extra aware of your heart suddenly, "Why did you want me as your first kiss?"

You remember all the times James has been the only boy you've ever wanted to kiss. Like the time in first year when he'd been the only one to stand up to the bulky fifth year that had called you a mudblood in the courtyard. Or your birthday picnic in fourth year, where James spent hours making flapjacks because you'd mentioned in passing that they were your favorite childhood dessert.

How could you not want him as your first kiss?

You lay back on the bed and turn your head. Slowly, James follows until you're so close again, "I - I'm not exactly sure." You admit, "I don't think I even imagined my first kiss with anyone else." Something shifts in the air as you can see in James's eyes that he understands exactly what you want to say.

"Oh." James whispers. You both subconsciously move in closer.

"Yeah." You mumble, eyes fluttering as your noses brush.

"So, can I kiss you again?" He asks, breathlessly.

"Yes." You say and feel him gently caress your cheek with his knuckles. When you kiss, it's so different than when you first kissed him. This time, he's actually kissing you back. His lips are velvety and the way he moves them makes you feel dizzy. It's surreal to have him in this way.

"I've wanted you to kiss me for so long." James admits breathlessly between the kiss.

"Really?" You pull away.

"Yeah. It was quite pathetic really." He laughs in embarrassment.

"Why didn't you try?" You ask, looking at him and tracing his jawline with your index.

"I don't know. I was too nervous." James frowns, "But, I'm happy you kissed me – even if it certainly was a surprise."

"Yeah, I'm sorry." You say bashfully.

James kisses you again, his hand on your cheek, "No. No sorries anymore. Just kisses."

"Okay," You smile, "I can do that."

* * *

You and James have managed to keep your new relationship secret for a while. Well, until two weeks later, when the boys invite everyone over to their dorm for a small party.

You sit next to James, his hand resting behind you, as your friends continue to laugh in drunken amusement.

"Okay, who's spinning this baby first?" Sirius slurs, excitedly, as he sets the empty glass bottle in the center of you all, "Doll, you don't have to play if you don't wanna." He looks at you sympathetically.

You smile at Sirius, "I wanna spin it." You lean forward on your hands and before anyone can even think to protest, you spin the bottle.

"Y/n," James stutters out but his words fail in his throat when he sees you intentionally hold the nose of the bottle to point at him.

You look up and smirk, "Oups." You tease with a wink and return to sit cross-cross next to James.

Your boyfriend smiles and gently turns your head with his hand on your chin. He presses a kiss to your lips. They taste like cherry liquor and you feel him relax. You kiss him once more before you let him pull away and the silence in the room is deafening.

"I think we definitely missed something, mates." Sirius whispers to the others and then he turns to you and James and asks, "Are you spinning, Prongs?"

James kisses your cheek and then looks up at his friend, "Does it look like I wanna spin, Pads?" Sirius shakes his head awkwardly and James continues, "Y/n and I will sit this game out."

He stands and helps you up. You stumble into him a little, a wide smile on your lips, and wave to your friends as James walks you out the door and into the Common Room.

All you hear before the door shuts is Remus's small, "Fucking finally." followed by soft chuckles.

[067supremacy]

Bliss Ellie Williams x Fem reader

18+ short smut

Warnings: smut, nipple sucking, thigh riding.

Ellie Williams Masterlist

After a gruelling day of working the farming rotation, Ellie wasn't in the best of moods. This, coupled with the fact it was your fault in the first place, meant she had taken a bad attitude towards you.

All through dinner, she kept her eyes on the food and gave you blunt answers to your questions. It was rather frustrating, to say the least, but you knew of one way to surely get her attention and you back in the good books of Miss Williams.

The night was set up perfectly for you; Ellie had retreated to the bedroom, and you had the best opportunity to make your plan happen. It was no secret to you that Ellie loved you, but when it came to your body, Ellie was always enticed. So when you entered the bedroom bare from head to toe, Ellie had perked up almost immediately.

Ellie licked her lips, them piercing green eyes soak up your entire body. You sauntered over to the bed with a chip on your shoulder. "I'm sorry, Ellie. It wasn't my intention to make you late, but how about I make it up to you by finishing what we started?" your words make Ellie shiver; she closes the comic book in her hands and meets your gaze. She was starving for you; Ellie needed you at this moment, and nothing would stop her this time.

You were slow and methodical with your movements, but Ellie was getting impatient. Ellie sat at the edge of the bed and reached for your hands, which you gently took; the feeling of being wanted by the girl in front of you was a dream come true. The thumb rubs at your knuckles before she brings your hand to her perfect lips, placing a feather-light kiss to the back of you hand. The action was sweet, but you giggled at her slightly, "all I had to do was undress, huh?" Ellie scoffs at your comment but holds that elegant smile upon her lightly freckled face.

"You know I hate when you tease me as you did, " Ellie's admission makes you coo mockingly; you move slightly closer so that you stand between her legs, Ellie lets go of your hands so that she can wrap her arms around your waist, pulling you ever closer. You tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear and then hold her head close to your body as you settle into this dreamlike situation.

You could stand here holding each other close forever, but Ellie's impatient hands start to wander around your body. Her touch ignites a tingle on your flesh like no one else could. Eventually, one hand finds your backside, which produces a low moan of approval to fall from your lips; Ellie's lips had been busy in the meantime placing open-mouthed kisses up your naked body; your head was spinning from the infatuation you felt, Ellie had the skill to make you feel everything.

Ellie pulled you on to her lap, using the leverage she had gained when placing a second hand on your ass. "You're infuriating at times; you know that, Y/N?" Ellie takes a short pause so that she can attach her lips to your breast; Ellie works her tongue around your nipple in circles; every now and then, she would flick her tongue upwards to establish an addicting feeling. This slow-burn pace was Ellie's way of payback; you needed a release, but you were particularly mean to her in the morning; you were lucky Ellie was lenient with your punishment. Ellie continued her speech; not that much of it got through as the euphoric feeling was too distracting. "I love you,  Y/N. But what you did this morning is almost unforgivable,,, almost, "

Just after saying her piece, Ellie took your breast into her mouth and harshly sucked, "El, " you weakly moan out as she works on pleasing you. Ellie releases your breast with a slick pop; this time, she places her lips on the apex of your shoulder; she kisses the patch of skin tenderly before sinking her teeth into your flesh. You knew Ellie loved having her mark on you, even if others couldn't see; just knowing you were branded by her made Ellie's day. You sucked in air through your teeth at the nip, but it instantly gets soothed by Ellie licking at the mark.

Ellie details instructions for you to straddle her leg, which you do in an instant; Ellie can feel the heat radiating from your core, the sexual need for both of you is too heavy to ignore, when the green-eyed goddess tightly grips your hips, you know what she wants you to do, you slowly grind down on to her thigh; the contact is lush and only spurs you on more. Rushed breaths escape your throat already as Ellie helps you roll your hips into her thigh; Ellie starts an assault on your neck; she peppers your skin with kisses and hickeys for all to see; you can feel her smirk as she revels in her artwork, but the only thing you can think of is how good the friction is on your center.

With your head looking up to the ceiling, you call out Ellie's name in pleasure; you are delirious at the this point and begin to chase your high frantically. Your movement becomes sloppy and fast-paced; the need to finish is all too great and approaching at light speed.

The creaking of your wooden bed tells the story of how rapidly you ride Ellie; the edge was soon to be upon you, and the words spilling from Ellie's mouth further your need "come on, baby girl, I've got you." you hold on to Ellie for dear life, as your rocking becomes insatiable. "Fuck, Ellie, I- I think I'm-" you don't even get to finish that sentence as you're sent over the edge with a flick of Ellie's fingers on your clit. A scream of Ellie's name and a string of curse words follow your quirky movements.

You crumble in her arms; satisfaction washes over your entire existence. You lived for these moments of bliss; even the moments after give you a breath of life. Ellie strokes your sweaty back in an attempt to calm your buzz; heavy puffs of air leave your lungs as you tremor with aftershocks. Ellie feels your juices roll down her leg, which invokes a spike of arousal for herself, but this was all about you. With a sweet long-lasting kiss on your lips, she whispers your coveted saying, "I love you, baby girl. Let's get some rest; I don't want to be late again."

[unconventional-lawnchair]

I'll Look After You: Prologue

Sirius Black x Reader / Remus Lupin x Reader / Remus Lupin x Sirius Black

Masterlist Series Masterlist

Summary: the set up for GOF timeline, Harry and reader reunite over the summer, Remus and Sirius as well

Cw: Use of {Y/N}, the Durley's}

Wc- 1909

Taglist- @otterlockholmes @stylesann

“My dearest Harry,

I am sorry it has taken this long. It shouldn't have been more than a week, but you are aware of everything that has happened since I returned home.

The ministry, as I expected, came to me first when they had heard of Sirius Black’s escape from Hogwarts. They have dropped all accusations on behalf of Bartemius Crouch Sr, our Minister. I have been allowed my properties and seized possessions. I am home now, Remus has joined me, and Padfoot is two days out. 

Another thing the Ministry has returned to me, is my title as your godmother. It was reinstated yesterday, and as I am regretful that it took a month, Harry, you will be coming home.

The papers have been sent. I must give you fair warning, Harry, when you return to me, you will also be returning to the {L/N} house hold. Much like the Blacks, we have a reputation. My father, for one, was not too pleased with my involvement with the Potters since day one. I will fight for you, Harry. I will. I do not expect you to bend to the pressure, but I will always hope our relationship is open and honest.

Forever here, {Y/N}”

Home. He was going home. Harry didn't think he had ever smiled so much while at the Dursleys’. 

“You should feel lucky boy. I could have fought it, thirteen years too late if you ask me!” Mr. Dursley huffed from the head of the table, flicking through his newspaper. They had just finished dinner, it was late, and Harry found himself fidgeting. He was packed, he was ready, tonight he was going to start over. With family. People who loved him. “But the sooner you're gone, the better it is for everyone.”

“I agree.” Harry snarked and stood up, leaving Mr. Dursley stunned and blabbering like a fish. Harry wasn't scared anymore. The paperwork was signed yesterday, and in just a few more minutes, you would be here, and you would take him home. 

“No respect! Fed and housed you all this time! Still, you seem to think-” His words were interrupted by a firm knock on the door. Harry lit up and practically dashed off to it, before he slowed to a stop as Petunia stepped in front of him. She looked in the side mirror and made herself presentable, fixing her dress and huffing. Turning to glare at Harry before she opened the door.

…

You were standing on the doorsteps of that same bloody house. Merlin, you always said if you ever saw any of them again it would be too damn soon. You were staring off at the street, until you heard the door finally open.

Turning, you had to hide a wince as you saw Lily's sister. She looked like all those tears did a number on her when she was younger, her face was pinched and tart, like a damned sour sprout from Honeydukes. You smiled sweetly at her, even when she began to shove Harry’s luggage out like it was trash. “Abandoned him for thirteen years, hm? Now you're finally here?”

“Fantastic to see you again as well, Petunia. Haven't aged a day.” You purred with a wink and looked around her. When Harry's eyes landed on yours, you both smiled like absolute fools. You 

opened your arms and Harry squirmed past his aunt with a small, “Excuse me,” before he practically tackled you.

You had a delighted laugh and held him tighter, spinning in a small circle, so distracted by each other Petunia finally gave in with a scoff. Waving you both off. Pulling away you quickly began to fix his clothes and hair, putting his glasses back proper on his face.

“Are you ready?” You asked and began to pick up his things, he quickly moved to help you, grabbing his actual luggage bag as you grabbed his smaller bags, holding Hedwig. 

“Ready.” Harry nodded and you walked down to the street. He stared at you curiously before you waved your hand and suddenly, a large black car pulled up. It seemed more in line with a chauffeur and luxury ride. 

You waved your hand again and the trunk and back doors popped open. You began to load up the back seat and hurried around to help Harry slip his things into the trunk.

Once everything was packed away, you both got in. You looked at him and smiled, he returned it. Looking around once more, you shifted the car’s stick shift, and suddenly, it became as dark as the night outside. Harry gave a laugh and shook his head, you turned to him and tilted your head curiously.

“Just a bout of deja vu.”

~~~  

You drove for a few hours, gliding above the clouds as Harry kept you company with stories of the remaining days at Hogwarts before summer. Eventually, his voice faded into silence. You two enjoyed a bit of quiet, before you asked him if he'd like to listen to some music his mother loved. He lit up as you reached over to the glove box and took out a few cds. 

You turned a few on loop for him, and eventually, you were greeted by his soft snores. You lit up at the sudden squeeze to your chest. So much love ached in you, like this was how it was meant to be. For years now. 

Eventually, you landed in an open field, hidden deep within the thick and vibrant green forests of the Scottish countryside. You were isolated, when you and Sirius were younger, this was the best of both worlds. Space, quiet, away from London, but also full of life and peaceful wonder, a place you thought you'd raise a child one day. Well, you weren't entirely wrong. You were happy to be the one to finally clip Harry free of that horrid house.

You gave a frown as you leaned over and rubbed Harry's shoulder. You hated to wake him.

He snapped his head up and blinked a few times. “We are almost there.” You whispered to him and he glanced around himself in curious and baffled silence. 

“Where are we?” He mumbled. You suddenly laughed, remembering all that Harry could see was the thick forest around you. “Sorry, Harry. We are going to 1 Grindlebay coast.” You whispered and stared at him, as you watched his eyes snapped open wide.

For him, the trees before you sunk below, to the ground and completely out of view. the ones that lined the entrance curved and bent, until their branches threaded together in a nature made entrance. Gravel and thick cobblestone shot from the dirt and created a path, one you began to drive down.

Eventually, you made it to a huge open property, with a single cottage right by the path, entrapping you between thick dense trees and the cobbled gate around the small yard. 

He was slack jawed, turning to you and you couldn't help but laugh. “Grand, isn't it? Even with something so simple, Sirius still insisted on something remarkable.” You mumbled and looked at the door. 

There was Lupin, standing with Sirius. Harry noticed them and began to hurry out of the car. You climbed out of it yourself. Leaning over the trunk to watch as Harry ran to Sirius and Black hugged him just as tight back. Lupin was going to come help you with the bags, before Sirius yanked him into the hug as well. You felt like you could melt, just watching your boys greet each other.

“You know, it's very impolite to let a lady carry your things in for you, Harry.” Remus teased and Harry quickly pulled away to watch as you waved your wand and his things began to unpack from the car and float to the door. Sirius jumped to the side and laughed, having been standing in the path. You walked over and smirked at him. 

“Planning to concuss me, hm?” Sirius mused and you rolled your eyes. “I've tried too many times to think it's still possible, Black.”

“What's that mean, pretty girl?”

“It means-” You paused and pointed at him. “Don't call me that. It means, in order to concuss you, you'd have to have a brain up there for it to work. I think Quidditch did you and James a misfortune in that regard.”

Your heart hurts a bit. Not hearing James’ signature offended gasp, and Lily's condescending and playful coos for his pride.

Remus watched your banter and couldn't help but smile. Harry gave a bright smile as well.

Sirius rolled his eyes fondly. You took him in, the week away did him good. He was cleaned up, shaven, and looked much more managed. “Though, it never did do away with your grooming habits, did it?” You reached forward and fiddled with his hair a moment before turning his shoulder to push him inside.

You turned to Remus and Harry next, gesturing them in. “Come on then, you need to get settled, Remus, can you show him to his room?”

Remus nodded and clapped his hand to Harry’s shoulder. “Right we go, Harry.” 

The exterior made the house seem little more than a single room, but much like a tent when you walked inside it quickly grew in size. You and Sirius had charmed it after it temporarily became one of you and your friends' many safe houses. When you were still all together.

It was two stories, with a cozy feel to it. Remus led him down the hall and up the stairs which was where the guest rooms were. 

You watched them wonder off before you turned to Sirius with a small patient smile. “Where are your things?” 

“I uhm.. put them in the spare room down the hall from our- from yours.” He corrected himself and your face fell a bit. You didn't want to say it, but you did feel a bit nervous about what Sirius would want when he returned. You didn't know what you expected. You were no longer engaged. You were the one who gave the ring back. You were the one with the idea to call it off. You were the one who wanted more than he was willing to give. You just figured, maybe, he was ready to let his pride away and admit to you that there was more to it then just Remus that made him not want to continue. You shook the thought away. 

Emotions were bothersome.

“Well, Sirius. I looked over what I could salvage from the years, plenty of your clothes still in the old room. Then we can look into getting you and Harry some new summer clothes.” You mused with a wave of your hand. He gave you a thinned smile, nodded before he turned to stray further into the house. 

They left you with your thoughts, you could hear Harry and Remus’s voices from above you, fought back the urge to join them. Turning to walk into the living room. Looking around at all the photos and evidence of life. Everything is still like you left it all those years ago. Waving your wand to straighten everything. You have done several cleaning spells, but it didn't save the discolored furniture and foggy photographs half eaten by the moths. Then you remembered. The photo album. You had a treat for Harry once he was settled.

[cometshaper]

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Valentines with IVE

Where would the IVE members take you out on a date?

Yujin

Dog Café & Park Picnic Date

The moment you step into the café, she gasps dramatically

"Babe. Do you see this? We are in heaven"

She immediately crouches down to greet the dogs like they’re old friends, giggling as they pile onto her

"Okay, but which one do we smuggle out?"

“We already have Azzo tho…”

“Yeah, but Azzo needs a friend”

As you sip your drink, a small puppy climbs into your lap, and Yujin watches with a dreamy smile

"Oh, I’m in trouble. You look too cute right now."

Later, she leads you to a park where she sets up a picnic, grinning proudly

"Yes, I made all of this. No, you may not question how much of it is store-bought."

Feeds you bits of fruit with a mischievous smile

"Say ‘ahh’—oh, wait, there’s something on your lip."

She gently wipes it off before kissing the same spot

Lays back on the blanket, pulling you down with her, fingers brushing against yours.

"You, me, and a bunch of cute dogs? Perfect date, 10/10, would do again."

Gaeul

Roller Skating & Late-Night Milkshakes

The moment you step into the roller rink, she smirks.

"Alright, be honest. On a scale from pro to disaster, how good are you at skating?"

"Are you challenging me, Kim Gaeul?"

When you waver on your feet, she immediately grabs your hands, laughing softly

"I got you. I won’t let you fall."

After a few shaky rounds, she playfully spins you around

As you both skate side by side, she leans in and murmurs

"You know, this kinda feels like a scene from an old romance movie"

"You're so cheesy"

Later, at a 24-hour diner, she stirs her milkshake and nudges your foot under the table

"What’s better, the skating or spending time with me?"

Draws little doodles on your palm absentmindedly, eyes soft

"I really had fun. I’d like to keep doing this… if you want to."

Rei

Art Museum & DIY Painting Date

As you step into the museum, she links arms with you and whispers, "Prepare to hear my world-famous art critiques"

Stares at a random abstract painting and deadpans, "This clearly represents someone realizing they forgot to turn off their curling iron"

Bursts into laughter when you play along, making up even wilder interpretations

"I'm pretty sure this was done while sleepwalking"

"I love how unserious we are. Let’s get kicked out together."

After the museum, she takes you to a cozy café with a painting station, setting up canvases side by side

Playfully smudges a bit of paint on your cheek

"Oops. Now you match the artwork"

When she finishes her painting, she slides it toward you, cheeks slightly pink

"It’s for you. Even if it looks silly, you have to keep it forever, okay?"

On the way home, she holds onto your sleeve lightly

"This was the best day. Next time, let’s paint together again. Or maybe… I can paint you?"

Wonyoung

High-End Shopping & Fancy Rooftop Dinner

Walks into a designer store like she owns the place, immediately picking out outfits for you

"This? This is so your color. Try it on so I can admire you properly."

Takes candid pictures of you in every outfit, smiling to herself

"Oh no, you look too good. I might have to gatekeep you."

When you hesitate to let her buy you something, she pouts

"What’s wrong with me spoiling my girl? Just take it, pretty."

Later, she takes you to an exclusive rooftop restaurant, the city lights twinkling around you

"Why is there nobody around, Wony?"

"I rented the whole place for us, love"

Holds your hand across the table, thumb rubbing circles on your skin

As you finish dessert, she rests her chin on her hand, watching you

"Let’s make this a tradition. Once a month, you and me, a perfect night out."

When she walks you home, she squeezes your hand before letting go

"Goodnight, my love. Sweet dreams — though I hope I’m already in them."

Liz

Beach Date & Sunset Bonfire

Drags you into the water the second you arrive, laughing as she splashes you

"Come on, don’t be shy! I’ll protect you from the waves!"

Competes with you in sandcastle building but gives up halfway to just admire your work

"Okay, okay, I admit it. You’re the superior architect."

As the sun sets, she sets up a tiny bonfire, handing you a marshmallow

"This is the best part of the day — warm fire, cool breeze, and… well, us."

Plays music on her speaker and sways slightly, then offers her hand

"Dance with me? No one’s watching. Well, except the moon, but I think it loves us together."

When you shiver, she pulls her hoodie over your shoulders, smiling

"There. Now you have to return this, which means you have to see me again."

Before you leave, she catches your hand, her voice softer

"Today was perfect. But you know what would be even better? Waking up next to you on a beach trip someday."

Leeseo

Amusement Park & Cotton Candy Date

Drags you straight to the roller coasters, eyes sparkling

"No hesitation! We’re sitting in the front!"

Laughs breathlessly after the ride, gripping your hand

"Okay, that was terrifying. Let’s do it again."

Buys you the biggest cotton candy she can find, beaming

"You have to share with me, though. It’s the rules."

Takes you to the photo booth and insists on silly poses before sneaking in a heart-fluttering one at the end

When you win her a plushie, she clutches it dramatically

"This is my emotional support bear now. Thank you, my hero."

Holds your hand while skipping toward the fireworks display, eyes shining

"You know what? Best. Date. Ever. But let’s make the next one even better."

A/N: happy valentines day :>