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byeoltoyuki · 3 months

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✧memories of us ✧ drunk in love

↳ Pairing: Jisung x Reader

❧ Genre : romance / smut /fluff / 1st love to strangers to lovers

❧ Summary: Sometimes memories are just that. Memories.

❧ Warnings: alcohol / oral (f)/ first time

A series of drabbles about you and Jisung, about your love and your heartbreak and a second chance.

❧ A/N: Hi guys! I'm not dead! I know I'm wayyyy behind the schedules (story of my life). I wish I could say I'd be more active but life got busy and I'm soon going on a 2 weeks trip so hopefully, I'd be able to write some more before leaving and schedule the updates. In the meantime, here an update that is long overdue.

Likes and reblogs are appreciated ♥

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You regretted saying yes the moment you stepped inside the house where the party was going on. Apparently, since it became legal for all of you to be drinking and smoking, students decided to go crazy and absolutely wild, after all you were all about to leave for college. It was a good reason enough to party. The place was turned into a full night club and smelled of smoke and alcohol.

The urge to turn around and go back home was strong but you couldn’t. Yunji’s wrath was something you witnessed only once and you promised to yourself that you would do anything not to anger her.

“There you are!” Yunji appeared out of thin air with two drinks and she handed you one. “Did you know that this miserable Minho had some hidden skills?”

You snorted at the description. Really, Yunji kept pretending being annoyed with the man and yet you couldn’t not see how she glanced over her shoulder to look at the said man. “Such as?”

She quickly averted her eyes and raised her glass. “He makes amazing cocktails.”

You took a sip of your cocktail and had to admit that Yunji was right. A perfect mix of peach and vodka and something else; it was perfect. You hummed in satisfaction and looped your arm through her. “I still can’t believe you convinced me to attend the party.”

Yunji flipped her hair playfully. “I’m that convincing, I know.” Then she glanced at you, her gaze softened. “I know you’re not in your element right now, but enjoy the party nevertheless. Maybe it’s the right opportunity for you to get closer to Jisung.”

If only.

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If there was someone who seemed to be enjoying the party to the fullest it was Jisung. You found him among the familiar faces, laughing loudly, talking to different people and looking awfully close to a brunette. You tried to ignore the jealous monster lurking under your skin, but more you observed them from afar, and angrier you got. Maybe you were angry because Jisung looked incredibly good tonight with leather pants, a black t-shirt and with a freaking choker. Maybe you were angry because he let the pretty brunette lean closer to him, being too touchy for your liking. But maybe it was also because of the two cocktails you had. Alcohol was obviously not your forte.

There wasn’t much you could do. You could either sulk in a corner while drinking or you could act on your desire. You looked down at your drink; no, there was no way you would let someone else steal him from you. Not so easily at least. You emptied your drink in one go, letting the alcohol burn your throat.

Fists clenched, you walked as confidently as you could manage. You didn’t hesitate, not even for a second as you grabbed Jisung’s arm and pulled him towards you. He yelped in surprise, eyes widening at the sight of you.

“Angel?” Obviously, he wasn’t expecting to see you here tonight.

You ignored his question. You glanced quickly at the brunette and smirked. “He’s mine.” And you claimed his lips, not caring that you weren’t alone, not caring that nobody knew about your very confusing relationship. Nothing mattered except for the feel of his lips against yours.

Jisung chuckled against your lips, amused with your frustration but he didn’t complain. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer to him to deepen the kiss.

***

You pulled Jisung inside a room, not knowing whose room it was and honestly not caring much either. The only thing you wanted was to be alone with him. He let you lead him, chuckling on his way at your eagerness.

“You are in so much trouble, mister!” You told him as you pointed an accusing finger.

“What’s up, angel?” Jisung asked despite already knowing what was wrong with you. He had to, you couldn’t believe he could be that oblivious after everything you had shared. “You look angry.”

You took a deep breath and clenched your fists. It was hard not to implode when he was being like this. Didn’t he see what was wrong? Or was he playing with you? Two could play this game.

You unclenched your fists and looked at your pretty, bright red, painted nails. You tried to soothe your anger and look bored instead. “Oh I don’t know, Ji. Maybe I’m not amused seeing you with someone else.” You averted your eyes at him and scowled. “And here I thought we had a thing going on between us. Guess I was wrong.”

Jisung had to give it to you; you almost sounded convincing with your feigned boredom. Sadly for you, he knew exactly how tensed and annoyed you were. He took a step towards you, hands tucked in his pockets, he was smirking. “Is someone jealous?”

Your jaw twitched in annoyance. It would be so easy to admit just how badly you were jealous, but you kept your mouth shut and instead let him approach you. You quickly realized that it was a bad idea. The moment Jisung was close enough to you, you felt your resolution crumble. All you wanted was to wrap your arms around him and let him talk to you, let him reassure you.

Jisung gently grabbed your chin and tilted it up so you would look him in the eyes. His smirk turned into a genuine smile. “You do realize that you have no reason to be jealous, angel?”

“Sure about that?” Even to your ears, you sounded too bitter.

Jisung shook his head. He freed your chin only to let his thumb trace the shape of your lips. He was completely mesmerized with your lips, unable to look at anything else. You parted your lips and he didn’t hesitate to slip his thumb into your mouth. It was crazy and you were supposed to be angry at him, but all of that simply vanished the moment he started touching you. You couldn’t concentrate on anything else except for the feel of his thumb.

You bit on his thumb, the temptation just too strong.

“Fuck angel.” He groaned

Jisung couldn’t stop himself; he grabbed your face and claimed your mouth. The kiss was desperate, needy, pouring his feelings into the kiss. You melted against him as you clung to his shirt, bringing him even closer to you. You wanted to feel every inch of him. His lips parted and you didn’t hesitate as you deepened the kiss. The taste of him made you whimper desperately against his lips. You wanted him, all of him.

“Ji.” You whispered against his soft lips. “I need you.”

Jisung tensed but quickly recovered. He stroked your cheek, his gaze soft. “Are you sure?”

You gently pushed him from you, smiling at him. You had never been so sure about something in your life. You turned your back to him as you gathered your hair to one side to give him better access to the zipper.

Jisung inhaled sharply, understanding what you were asking for. He put his hands on your nape before slowly sliding and grabbing the zipper. Slowly, he started unzipping your dress but stopped midway to admire your exposed back – you groaned in response.

“Someone’s desperate.” He chuckled

“Am not!” But that was a lie and both of you knew it.

Jisung pressed his lips to your back. His lips covered every inch of your exposed back as he completely unzipped your dress. Your body responded instantly to his kisses; every place his lips touched was on fire.

You turned to face him, unable to look away from his beautiful eyes. Without breaking the eye contact, you pushed the dress and let it fall on the floor by your feet. Jisung’s breath hitched in his throat at the sight before him. You wore no bra under the dress which left you only in your panties. The urge to hide from his intense gaze was strong but you fought back. You wanted it. You wanted him to touch you. You grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the bed.

“Y/N.” Jisung tug your hands. You glanced over your shoulder, almost surprised to hear him call you by your name instead of his favorite nickname for you. Your heart swelled with love at the sight of his worried frown. “Are you really sure about it?”

You pecked his lips in response and smiled. “More than sure.”

You climbed on the bed, getting comfortable before you spread your arms, inviting him to come and claim you.

Jisung stood by the bed, his eyes roaming over your body, memorizing every mole, every tiny scars on your body. He couldn’t deny that he wanted you desperately, his pants were getting more and more uncomfortable.

“Come on, Ji.” You pleaded

Jisung ruffled his hair in frustration. “Fuck it.” He grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head, throwing it across the room, before getting rid of the last piece of clothes.

You couldn’t avert your eyes from him even if you wanted. Jisung stood completely naked before you and looked confident and terribly beautiful. The urge to touch him and explore his body was impossible to ignore. But Jisung was faster. He joined you, body pressing against yours.

“You are so damn beautiful, I hope you know it.” He confessed and placed warm and wet kisses all over your neck, gently biting your skin. “I am so damn lucky, angel.”

And so were you, you thought as you pressed his head against you.

Jisung’s lips found yours once more. The kiss was no longer needy but gentle and sweet. He was taking his time, wanting you to feel all he felt for you, wanting to show you how much he cared.

“I’m going to take care of you, angel.” He promised. And you knew he would.

A soft moaned escaped your lips as his lips traveled down your skin. He made sure that no spot was left unkissed. He made sure that no spot was left unmarked. Jisung grabbed your panties and slowly took them off you. He took his sweet time, once more placing kisses all over your thighs, your knees.

You shivered, feeling even more exposed now. Exposed, yet terribly excited judging by how wet Jisung got you with just kisses. You would have been embarrassed any other time, but not tonight. Not when he was admiring your body with so much fondness and lust in his eyes.

“So fucking beautiful.” Jisung whispered more to himself than to you, as he gently spread your legs. “And mine.”

Jisung came face to face with your pussy and gave it a lick to have a taste – you shuddered at the sensation. “Oh fuck.” He wanted to take it slow, to make you come on his tongue, around his fingers, but now that he had a taste, he wasn’t sure he could control himself. He dived in, unable to stop himself.

“Oh my god, Ji.” You moaned and grabbed the sheets, holding for your dear life as he feasted on you. You knew it would be good, you had spent hours in your bed, touching yourself, imagining it would be him, but the real thing was so much better.

Jisung ate you like a starved man, lips and tongue working, devouring you in a way that left you begging for more. You pushed your hips to feel more, needing more. With every flick of his tongue, your grip on the sheets got stronger and you wondered if in the moment of pure bliss, you would tear the sheets apart.

“You taste so good, angel.” Jisung growled against your flesh. He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked. Hard.

You cried out loudly, unable to contain your voice. And who cared if someone heard you anyway? You wanted the whole world to know just how good Jisung made you feel. You wanted them to know that he was yours and only yours.

“Fuck, I can’t get enough.” Jisung confessed, completely gone.

“Ji, I think I’m going to come.” You managed to say, your legs shaking. And Jisung sucked only harder, making your toes curl and your stomach clench before finally you completely let go in a silent scream.

Jisung straightened his back and licked his lips. He hummed in satisfaction as he stared at you, grinning. “You, my sweet angel,” and he hovered over you, “Taste divine.” And he kissed you, letting you taste yourself. And fuck if you didn’t come a second time just from that.

Jisung pulled back, his hands back on your thighs as he spread you more for him. He guided his throbbing, hard cock to your pussy and brushed your folds. You gasped, your heart pounding hard inside your chest.

“Sure?” He asked again, trying to resist the urge to just pound into you.

You groaned and nudged him with your leg. “Jisung, I swear to god, just fuck me!”

“So bossy!” But he obliged. Finally. Slowly, he slipped inside you, inch by inch, trying not to hurt you. “Fuck, angel, you’re so tight.”

“Fu-uck.” You shut your eyes tightly, trying to relax, trying to take all of him inside you. But it was too much.

“Hey there,” Jisung peppered your face with kisses as he slid his hand between your bodies, reaching for your clit to distract you from the pain. “You’re doing so good, my little angel.”

Jisung gave you the time you needed to adjust. He watched your every wince, your every breath, waiting for the sign you were ready.

“Ji, you can move.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. From your tightness alone, he didn’t need if he could last and it took all of his willpower to stay still while being wrapped around your warmth. You felt just so damn good.

Jisung pulled out slightly and thrust back slowly, drawing a small moan from you. He did again and again, his thrusts gentle and controlled but you could tell from how shaky he was, it was hard for him.

You wrapped your arms tightly around him and pulled him into a wet kiss. “I can take it.”

“Y/N.”

“I promise.”

His next thrust made your eyes roll back in your head and clench around him. It felt just so good.

“Fuck, angel, don’t do that or I’m going to explode.” He begged, wanting it to last longer, wanting to feel more of your warmth.

As your body got accommodated to him, Jisung’s pace fastened, going deeper, reaching spots that made you arch your back, that made you beg for more and moan his name over and over again. Jisung was addictive, every part of him and you realized that you could never have enough.

“More, please, Ji, more.” You begged, meeting his thrusts.

“Fuck,” Jisung cursed as he felt you clench around him again. “I really won’t last.” But he refused to let go before he felt you come around his cock. Once more he reached your clit, rubbing it, drawing another loud cry from you. “Come for me, my sweet angel.”

And your body followed his command. Your stomach clenched hard one last time before everything exploded inside you in an uncontrollable wave. Your body convulsed under him, letting completely go as you screamed his name one last time.

“Just like that, good girl.” He praised you as he kept thrusting inside you, seeking his own release.

Jisung came with a low and long groan, collapsing on top of you. He couldn’t resist the urge to place some kisses on your chest, making you squirm under him which made him chuckle.

“Hey angel,” He started and moved to be inches from your face. “I hadn’t told you yet, but I love you.”

#stray kids #han jisung #stray kids smut #han jisung smut #stray kids x reader #han jisung x reader #stray kids fic #han x reader #stray kids fluff #memories of us

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paymechildsupport · 3 months

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Gojo Satoru // ~ Midnights [JJk x Reader]

Satoru Gojo liked dawn. Dawn was when the sun came up. Dawn was when everyone woke up. Dawn was when pawns were made useful and moves were made.

He disliked the mornings. The mornings were when people were at their weakest. The mornings carried insolence. The morning was when he was ‘weakest’.

Noon was his favorite. Noon was when the sun was at its highest. Noon was when it was hottest. Noon was when everyone else lagged behind and he was the most powerful.

Satoru Gojo enjoyed dusk. Dusk was when the darkness fell. Dusk was when people grew tired and stopped operating. Dusk was when the sun, finally tired, fell from the sky.

Midnight, however, was for you. Midnight was when cruel, bloodstained hands caressed up your thigh, shaking slightly in anticipation. Midnight was when cold, soft lips adorned your trembling body in love and affection. Midnight was when you came undone by the tender touch of the cruelest monster.

His fingers twined in your hair, his arms sliding down in place as he shows you yours. Words of dark sin flow like sweet honey from his lips. It is from the same sin, that you are on your knees. You bend in the positions that pleasure him the most, feeling him worship your body as you do a God.

His name tumbles from your lips. Over and over, the sweetest caress. A velvet tongue slides over your body. Endlessly blue eyes devour your body whole.

His features are hard, but his touch soft and sweet. The sin pleasurably flows from his body to yours, the hottest of burns. You’re drowned in it, completely intoxicated by his poison that you’ve so willingly taken.

The taste of skin and champagne are on his tongue, though he doesn’t mind. He gently holds you down, soft and tender as ever. Hands run through his hair pleadingly, done only when he is.

Night falls, and so do you in sheets and the utter mess of forever. Silky fingers undo and untie the very threads that hold you together. Fingers of sin and lust trail up your body and caress your face. Fingers of silk and sweetness open you up to fill you with the promises of love and affection. Lips of delight whisper pleasurable nothings in your ear. The words slide in and inside your body, seeping into your bones. Shivers are easily broken under his delicate touch.

It was here, at this time, when the sun would fall and with it any sense of innocence. Romance was far gone from whatever these moments were. However, he is demanding and rough, yet oh so sweet and tender at the same time. Pleasurable cries of sin were easily coerced from your soft lips, and soon devoured near-after.

Yes, it was here, at the darkest time of night, where sin and delight reigned in a tedious scale of desire and need- The exact scale Satoru Gojo knew how to manipulate oh so well.

It was this time of night where you were completely undone, pliant by the hands you knew so well. Dusk, as you both knew, would have to wait.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you, pretty baby”

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I dunno how to really work Tumblr, lol, I'm new but wanted to share a silly lil' thing I wrote a while ago 😋😋😋 Can't wait for my bbg to come back and jujutsu kaisen everywhere!!1!! (it's not gojover it's not gojover it's not gojover)

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jojikawa · 10 months

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Helooo 🥹 i just read ur sangwoo x killier!reader It was like 😽🤌🏻 *chefs kiss* But!! Can your write one like with a killer!reader but like reader kills him i think that would be very interesting👀 its fine if you ignore this! <333

I love this idea! I could see this happening! This was supposed to be the original idea but I knew I couldn’t kill Sangwoo, so I turned it into a mini series. I’m glad you enjoy it 🥺❤️

𝑺𝑼𝑲𝑰 𝑺𝑼𝑲𝑰 𝑫𝑨𝑰𝑺𝑼𝑲𝑰

All you wanted in life was to feel something. You lived life so far removed from everyone in your life and unfortunately, your parents never understood. As a child, you never received any help for your lack of emotional expression. It was just treated as you being ungrateful and bitter. If only you got the help you needed.

These feelings of apathy festered and your desire to feel raw emotion became more and more greater, forming a burning passion. A passion that would blacken the skin of your victims, making you smile as their flesh melted from their skin. You didn’t know what love was but you wanted it so badly. To be close to someone.

You consumed so much media that would sell you a false sense of what finding love was like and it rotted your developing brain. Despite not being in any relationships, you watched videos on how to replicate love, almost like it was training for a job. You had to be ready to love. You had to.

And one day, your world was turned upside down.

You enrolled in college in Korea. You enjoyed the culture and felt better continuing your pursuit of love far away from your place of origin. That was romantic…right? Was that romance?

In school, you met a man. The first person to give you attention. You remembered the days you spent browsing the internet and reading iterations of love you couldn’t experience.

Oh Sangwoo.

That was his name. His words made your stomach burn with delight. Your face would heat up at his subtle touch and how he would treat your pretty skin. He made you feel small and protected when you never even needed it. This was love, right?

Yes, this was love.

On the boy’s end, he thought that you were the perfect victim for his needs. You were different from most girls. Your experiences with love and men were extremely limited. He enjoyed the idea of a pure girl with little to no connections, in a country she’s not native to with a man he could easily take her and no one would know. No one would care, actually. He knew this because he knew people.

Or, he thought he knew people.

You were just…different. He believed all women to be the same. To be like his mother…but you weren’t. You didn’t lie to him. He told you how it was. You barely knew him but you accepted him for what he was. You never pestered him when he would lie to you about the girls he was killing. You were an expert at pleasing a man as well. He’s never met a woman who’s felt as good as you. Not a woman who could take his cock so well. He was supposed to kill you but every time the day would come, the feeling would disappear. You were so small compared to him. It would only take a second to drive a knife into your neck, a second to get on top of you and close your throat with his bare hands and another second to completely dismember you and hide you in the woods.

But he couldn’t. He couldn’t kill you.

You filled a void of too much he was missing. Life was so perfect because of you. The two of you did everything together and he still had time to kill those when he felt like it. That changed when you moved in as well. He wanted to keep things pure. He wanted you to love him as the person he presented himself as and never his real self. He stopped killing women.

Then Yoon Bum showed up. It reignited his hate for those beneath him. Sangwoo imprisoned Yoon Bum as punishment. The last person he killed would be a man.

You didn’t know of Yoon Bum. Sangwoo did a good job at hiding it, though, the feelings you held didn’t change. That was his first and only mistake. Today was the day.

Sangwoo held you close. He got home from a day at the restaurant, waiting tables and missing you so damn much. You greeted him with dinner and your sweet insides before a night of cuddling. He adored how your smaller frame and how hidden it was whenever you wore one of his oversized shirts. They almost fit you like dresses but you looked way more charming. No bra or panties underneath. It was a pleasant surprise every time he got ahold of you. That’s when it happened.

Sangwoo awoke in the middle of the night. You weren’t in his arms, so he went to look for you. You couldn’t have gone far and you didn’t. He found you in the kitchen. It was dark and when he reached to flip the light on, it didn’t work.

“What are you doing up so late?” The man asked you, his groggy voice invading your ears. You didn’t expect him to wake but this was fine. “I was just hungry. I can’t find any snacks, though. We should go shopping soon.” You smiled sweetly, hands behind your back. There was nothing in the room illuminating you but he could still tell you were smiling. “Sure, I’ll buy you whatever you want.” He replied, making his way over to you. He held you tight as he took in the scent you always wore. It was faint but he still loved it all the same.

“Whatever I want?” You repeated. He noticed that you didn’t return his embrace. “Yes, whatever you want, because I love you.”

“You love me?”

“Yes.”

“I…I love you too.”

It was at that moment that Sangwoo felt a sharp pain in his stomach. You suddenly became heavier as you leaned against him…or was his body just growing weaker? He let go of you, immediately falling to the floor. He’s never felt pain like this before.

As he fell to the ground, he saw the blood coating your shirt. His eyes finally adjusted to the dark. You held a kitchen knife in your hand. You dropped to your knees, scooting over towards him before plunging it in and out of his abdomen. He was your perfect victim. A man like him, murdered by a woman. The woman he loved. You proved everything right that you felt about love but no one else could have that. Not even the world.

“I love you, Oh Sangwoo! I love you too! I love you so, so much!”

So the world wouldn’t have him.

You turned his body into a beautiful flower. The man resisted as best as he could but you hit his vital organs very fast. The strength left his body as he began to go limp. He was losing blood too fast to do anything to you. It didn’t help that he always viewed you as weak. He never believed that you were capable of such things.

Killed. In the dark. By someone smaller than him.

Now, it was time for the rat.

“Bum~?”

The young man heard his name called through the door. He had been staying in the basement as he always had but it was very unheard of for you to talk to him like that. He knew you despised him.

Bum didn’t answer you. The pit of anxiety forming in his abdomen was growing ever more present. If he had any strength, he would hold the door shut but—

knock knock knock

“You don’t mind if I come in there do you?”

Your muffled voice held no anger; just a slight eagerness. It sounded as if you wanted to show him something. Bum was easy. He wanted to be scared of you but Sangwoo was someone he was always afraid of, but he loved him…even if there was never anything between them.

“What am I saying…?” You laughed quietly. “Of course I can come in.”

You entered the basement on your own. Bum was able to get a look at you, as the lights in the living area were now on and shining down into the basement. You were covered in blood, your hair was messy and you had visible bruising on your face and limbs. Sangwoo must’ve put up a fight in his last moments…

His stomach turned when he saw that your face had no remorse. Only your lips were curved into a sweet smile with your eyes wide like saucers.

“I’m sorry about Oh Sangwoo.” You uttered, almost robotically. “I know what he did to you.” You slowly walked over to him before planting yourself on the moist ground beside him.

“Wh-Why? Didn’t y-you love him?” He peeped, refusing to make eye contact with you. Your head snapped over to him. “Of course, I did. I love my Sangwoo. My Oh Sangwoo. The thing is…”

Bum gulped. “What…?”

“…did you love him too?”

He immediately began to shake his head. “No! No! I promise I didn’t.”

“Oh…” You sighed as your smile fell. Your eyes became half lidded and you began to blink slowly. Bum sighed too. It was a sigh of relief. His heart was pounding.

Slice!

“AAAAUUUUUUUUUUGGGGH!”

“Why do you lie, Yoon Bum?” You asked calmly. You ignored his continuous screaming as you went on. “You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t love my Oh Sangwoo. He was an idiot sometimes, but he was honest with me…he told me who you were, why you’re here…and how he caught you.”

Your hand twitched with anger as you plunged the knife deeper into Yoon Bum’s abdomen.

“My Sangwoo would never love a lowly being like you. You are lying scum.”

You turned Bum into a flower too. It wasn’t as pretty or fun as Oh Sangwoo but it was necessary.

#oh sangwoo x reader #oh sangwoo #killing stalking #killing stalking headcanons #koogi killing stalking #fem reader #dark romance

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silviakundera · 5 months

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Dramas I watched in 2023

[Chinese Dramas]

My Journey to You - Wuxia. Spy games, badass ladies, subtextually homoerotic cousins. Gentle & sweet ML who melts the cold & calculated heart of FL assassin. Gorgeous setting and cinematography. Left me with a burning desire to see Zhang Ling He play more gentle babygirl MLs and Esther Yu to play more anti-heroes. Absolutely perfect to me.., if we just pretend the director didn't add a pointless cliffhanger in the last 5 min. Which is how I choose to live my life.

Story of Kunning Palace - 'rebirth' costume drama that I waited to air for like 2 years or something and then it... actually didn't disappoint? And was almost everything I wanted? 😳😲 This is THE couple for that post about the pair that need to be stuck in a neverending monogamous relationship with each other as a quarantine measure to protect everyone else.

A Journey to Love - wuxia perfection. The stand-out drama that I wasn't expecting. Murder mommy & murder daddy became an otp for the ages and all of the supporting characters were interesting and dynamic. I cared about so many more characters than I expected and never fast fowarded. Just immensely satisfying.

The Ingenious One - wuxia with a weak, scheming scholar protagonist on a revenge quest (yes, we've all heard that before!) who puts together a group to execute his cons, Leverage style. I love me a martial artist x weak scholar couple 👌. Some exciting twists & turns in this one. Both A Journey to Love and The Ingenious One are best enjoyed coming in with little to no information. Hell, skip the trailers and simply dive in!

Hidden Love - Modern drama. Top tier romance-novel-on-screen writing and acting. It felt honest and real. The coming of age arc for the FL was well done. Great brother & sister relationship that feels authentic. The ML's backstory was so heart breaking because it was never overplayed for melodramatics. Just a quiet pain, a distance and a burden he carried with him.

Road Home - Modern. "Do you remember who I am?" / "Yes. If I were to turn to ashes, I would still remember you." I am very weak for the "reunited exes", "second time around" trope when the actors are capable and the breakup wasn't a narratively convenient 'misunderstanding'. As a career woman who works very long hours, I also tend to appreciate modern drama relationships where the couple manages to stay functional & supportive while not having a lot of free time for each other. That's my version of wish fulfillment 😂. I felt like this narrative made me fully understand why they couldn't make a long distance relationship work as young adults but now they're ready and have experienced enough of the world to know that they are happier with their lives joined together than apart.

Love You Seven Times - xanxia. I wrote a whole review post (love letter) on this one, since it seems rather underrated. I feel like this one may actually end up one of my fav examples of the genre. I just sincerely bought into the couple and their mutual devotion.

The Last Immortal - xanxia. Terrible trailer but turns out to be a decent show. I'm a fan of the genre, so I'm enjoying it. (I think you do need to be, to enjoy it - it doesn't transcend or really subvert..just a solid representation of xanxia) I like both lead actors and they do a good job with the material. It's working better for me than Ancient Love Poetry and Ashes of Love. After being eager for Song of the Moon in 2022 but then being let down (I dropped that one quick), I'm very happy 2023 brought me 2 xanxia I liked.

Three Body - modern sci-fi. Book 1 of my fav sci-fi trilogy of recent years. As a novel fan first, I was pleased to see it on screen with talented actors. Eager for book 2.

Love Me, Love My Voice - modern drama with an unusual couple (2 introverts) and dubbing fandom hyper fixation. A laid back relaxation drama, to de-stress with. Minimal plot, no conflict. Just sweet slow burn relationship building, singing & audio performances. Supportive friendships.

Here We Meet Again - modern drama that suffered from sloppy editing. I mean almost incoherent editing in a couple places, like when they are counting down the days until getting married and then.. It's not mentioned again? 🙃 But I very much enjoyed the couple's chemistry. I can't say it was objectively good but it sure was compulsively watchable for some reason.

Royal Rumors - Costume drama that was so aggressively mediocre that I don't have any real explanation for not dropping it. Except I find the lead actress unspeakably alluring. Blame my hormones.

Dropped

Back to the Brink - xanxia. Great concepts but the execution didn't work for me. I'm not a fan of slapstick and wacky humor within serious subject matter. (It's the reason kdramas can be very hit or miss with me.) The amount of humor layered into AJourney to Love is basically my limit for tragicomedies. (Note: I did go read the book and it was very entertaining - the tone was much more to my taste.)

My Lethal Man - modern. Embarassing english name, but they had me in the first half, not gonna lie. Then after her identity was exposed, I wasn't feeling it idk. Sometimes it's just not that complicated.

Destined/Chang Feng Du - costume drama. idk really why I dropped. I watched about a 3rd of it and then was distracted by other shiny objects. I plan to come back to this one in 2024 and finish.

Romance of the Twin Flower - costume drama; unholy abomination of a great novel. I hope somehow, someday, the culprits pay for their crime. Need I say more?

[Korean Dramas]

Perfect Revenge Marriage - a modern rebirth tale. For the 90% of it, I was high on the love of a drama that is just what you didn't know you wanted. The camp, the dedication, the scenery chewing, the glorious evil step mother. It was magical. And then the last 2 episodes I found underwhelming. I can't really explain it, the climax just didn't hit for me. But that's very much a personal taste issue and I'd definitely recommend to all drama lovers who enjoy the genre. Seriously, the performance of evil step mommy was a master class.

King the Land - modern workplace romance. I've heard complaints that there wasn't much of plot. But tbh that was fine with me, because some dramas are simply character pieces. This was all about the personal growth of the FL and ML. I ended up invested and rooting for the ML to become a decent guy who isn't a gross classist like his dad.

Destined with You - modern reincarnation drama. I blame my lingering kdrama good feelings about King the Land for convincing me to keep powering thru this one. Such a strong start but then half-way in I began to realize it simply wasn't going to go into the direction I wanted it to. I still have no idea what they intended to communicate with that love potion subplot.

Vincenzo - modern crime drama. I was late to the party on this one. But after I got around to watching the delightful Kinnporsche, this was rec'd to me as another drama that embraced the bigger than life unreality of Fantasy Mafia™ and provides a rollicking good time. Absolutely ridiculous and compulsively watchable. 10/10.

[American]

House of the Dragon - Awful people doing awful things to each other, as a 1st act before everything goes straight to hell. Plus freaky dragon-riding fantasy incest. What's there not to like?

Fall of the House of Usher (YES i DO watch every horror drama by Mike Flanagan thx) - Was it as good as the first 3..? No. Did I still breathlessly binge it in 2 days? Yes. Awful things happening to awful people, poetically. 👌 👌

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Camellia: Copia x f!reader - Chapter 4

Camellia: n. - A flower which symbolizes a deep desire or longing.

Summary: Sister Imperator gives you an ultimatum, and Papa helps talk you through it.

Word Count: 5.3k

A/N: Here is where it gets interesting!! I'm proud of this one hehe, I hope you all enjoy!! <3

Warnings: Religious trauma, anxiety, brief mentions of family trauma

AO3 / Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3

“You are telling me,” Sister Imperator eyes you sternly, “that you have only translated one word?”

You shrink under Sister’s harsh gaze. She’d come to the restricted room just before the dinner hour, touting a poorly-masked frown of annoyance, to inform you that she’d scheduled a meeting after breakfast the next morning. There were no pleasantries whatsoever. No good afternoon, Sister, how are you? No How are you settling in? No How is the translation coming along? Simply a raised eyebrow and a request for your presence in her office at nine o’clock sharp.

You’d tossed and turned all night, trying to figure out a way to say ‘I’ve been working for three days straight and have almost nothing to show for it’. With sleep evading you, you’d trudged back up to the restricted room in the middle of the night to stare at the diary again until dawn.

Part of you had hoped Papa would come to the library again. A very large, very noisy part of you centered somewhere in your chest had pounded at the mere thought of seeing him. Maybe you’d get the chance to ask him what he’d been looking for the first night you met? He was poking around the romance section…

But you stamped that feeling down. You are no use to Elizabeth if your mind and heart are preoccupied with a man you know you shouldn’t be thinking about. He is just taking care of his flock, you’d told yourself. He’s Papa, it’s his duty.

He had been so sweet to bring you oranges.

Despite your efforts, you’d gotten nowhere this morning. You’re still stuck on Today, with no hints or prospects of figuring out what happened on that first Today of the diary. So here you stand, feeling rather like a kicked puppy in front of Sister Imperator. She’s frowning again but this time she has good reason to do so.

“Yes, Sister,” you say, hanging your head. Your face burns hot under her scrutiny. “But you must understand, the journal is in a—”

“I don’t care if it’s written in hieroglyphs, Sister. You are here to figure it out. Are you telling me you can’t do it?”

You shake your head. “No, Sister, I can—”

“Then do it.”

You’re eleven. Your mother stares down at you, holding your secret (or, what you’d thought to be secret) diary in front of your face. It’s opened to the page you’d hoped your parents would never see. The page which prompted your visit to Liège. If God loves me, you’d written, why does He make me question myself? Is it because I doubt Him that he makes me doubt myself?

“Yes, Sister,” you nod.

Sister Imperator lifts her glasses from the chain around her neck to the tip of her nose. It’s a sign of dismissal, you know, but you are almost scared to move without her permission.

“Come see me tomorrow. I expect progress, Sister. Otherwise I will have to look elsewhere.”

“Yes, Sister.”

You turn with a small bow (which she doesn’t acknowledge) and make for the door. Your heart pounds in your ears. If you don’t figure out Elizabeth’s method, you’ll be sent home.

You’ll be sent home to Marseille.

Perhaps you should allow her to send you home. That’s what you’ve wanted the whole time, isn’t it? Though you’re not sure which outweighs the other: your homesickness, or your curiosity about Elizabeth.

You hadn’t exactly been given a choice when Sister Imperator summoned you to the Abbey, but that doesn’t mean you hadn’t been intrigued. You had known you’d miss home, and you were somewhat prepared for it. What you hadn’t been prepared for, however, was to discover just how badly you want to unravel the history written in the diary. Elizabeth must be a significant figure in the Ministry’s past. Why else would Sister Imperator want it translated so urgently?

It doesn’t matter. If you don’t make some sort of breakthrough in the next twenty-four hours, you’ll be on a plane back to France in forty-eight and you’ll never find out just who Elizabeth was.

Why is that idea so abhorrent to you?

You close your eyes and try to calm yourself down. Sister Imperator is not your mother. She is not holding your faith over your head. No one is holding your faith over your head. Your worth as a person doesn’t go away if you fail just this once, you tell yourself, breathing intentionally slowly. Lucifer will not value you any less.

When you finally push yourself away from Sister Imperator’s closed door, you find Papa standing at the next door down the corridor, regarding you. His brows are furrowed, which carves the line between his brows a little deeper. He holds a key, slotted into the brass doorknob of what you assume is his office door. He doesn’t move, doesn’t turn the key and push the door to enter his office, just… stands there, and looks at you.

You look back.

He’s wearing a leather vest with intricate gold clasps over a black shirt with a high, frilly neck. His sleeves are puffy, but cinched in at the wrists. On anyone else the shirt might look overly antiquated, but Papa wears it well. The high neck frames his jaw and chin, the black contrasted with the full Papal paints he’d decided to wear this morning. His trousers are, of course, black, and tight. Tight enough to make your face flush with heat when your eyes involuntarily wander down, following the curve of his spine as he stands sideways.

Oh, Hell.

“Sorella? ” Papa speaks. Your eyes flick back up to meet his and you find that your heart is pounding in your ears yet again. “Are you alright?”

You nod and attempt a smile. “Yes, Papa, thank you.”

He doesn’t seem convinced, and if you’re honest, you wouldn’t be either. He moves his gaze from your face to the closed door of Sister Imperator’s office, and then back to you. “She can be, eh…” he searches for the right word, “...harsh. Don’t let it get to you.”

You huff out a small laugh. “That is easier said than done.”

“Yes, it is,” Papa smiles back. The crease between his brows fades. “Will you… come in, for a bit?”

His invitation catches you off guard. You think it catches him off guard, too, because his eyes seem to flick back and forth between your own with an uncertainty like he’s anticipating your refusal.

Should you refuse? You do have a deadline to meet, but… It’s very likely you won’t find the missing link in time for your meeting with Sister Imperator. If you haven’t found it by now, chances are you won’t ever find it.

It’s not just about the deadline, though. You realize this as soon as you contemplate turning his invitation down—the thought of saying no and bidding him a good morning leaves a heavy weight in your chest. Satan, this hadn’t been part of your plan. You’d planned to keep to yourself, keep your head down. You weren’t supposed to crave connection with someone. You weren’t supposed to want to agree to invitations, to accept oranges, to hope he’d be in the library in the early hours of the morning. You weren’t supposed to want to stay, and it certainly wasn’t supposed to be for Papa.

But you do, and it is.

“Actually, you know what,” Papa says. Your cheeks blaze with heat again when you realize you must have been staring at him like a loon. He removes the key from his office door and pockets it. “Let’s go for a walk, eh? Have you seen the Abbey gardens yet? There’s a wonderful little path that goes all the way around the grounds. It might help you to clear your head. And then you’ll tell your Papa what’s wrong, yes?”

He extends an arm, inviting you to walk beside him. You push yourself up from where you’d been leaning on the wall and fall into step with him. “Thank you, Papa. I… I think I need fresh air.”

Papa leads you past the rest of the Clergy offices and down the staircase which leads into the main hall. The opening of the staircase had taken you longer to find than you’re willing to admit. It’s flanked on either side by large potted plants, making the doorway leading to the stairs virtually impossible to see until you’ve already passed it. You wonder how many other corridors and stairwells and secret doors you’ve missed because of conveniently-placed decorations.

Instead of turning towards the large front doors of the Abbey, Papa guides the two of you towards the refectory. The large room is empty at this hour, save for a few Siblings who use it as a meeting place. It’s a different way than you’d expected, but you don’t question the route Papa takes—he must know the Abbey like the back of his hand.

He leads you through the refectory and into the kitchens. Several Siblings are already working hard to prepare lunch. The large, brick-walled room is a whirlwind of smells and heat and aprons flitting about. Whatever it is that the Siblings are preparing today smells delicious, and it makes your stomach twist with hunger. Oh, Papa would be angry at you if he knew you’d skipped breakfast again.

The two of you skirt along the walls of the kitchen, careful not to get in the way of any Siblings at work. They hardly even notice you. One Brother of Sin nods his head respectfully at Papa and gives you a smile, which you shyly return, but he misses it when he ducks his head back down to focus on not mincing his fingers into the large pile of garlic under his knife.

Despite the delicious smells swirling around the kitchens, you breathe a sigh of relief when Papa leads you through a creaky wooden door and out into the chilly morning air. It’s an overcast day but not too dark, casting the grounds in a cool glow. A thin, grassy dirt path leads from the kitchen door down a hill to the Abbey gardens.

You understand why they’re called the gardens now, rather than the singular garden.

Four large greenhouses and a garden shed are lined up at the bottom of the hill. Through the transparent glass, you can tell that each greenhouse is filled wall-to-wall with greenery. Several Siblings carry baskets and walk up and down the greenhouses, checking soil, pruning leaves, and harvesting ripe vegetables. A basket full of ripe red tomatoes sits outside the rightmost greenhouse. The path from the kitchen door leads directly to the greenhouses, likely a result of Siblings carrying fresh ingredients directly to the door you’ve just stepped through.

About halfway down the gentle hill, the path forks to the left. It veers off and disappears into a labyrinth of shrubs. The only thing flowering this early in the year are the bright yellow daffodils, which flank the garden path leading into the flower bushes.

From this vantage point atop the hill, you spot another building off in the corner of the Abbey grounds, nestled just outside the edge of the forest. You hadn’t noticed it until now. It almost looks abandoned, but the neatly trimmed garden at its front suggests otherwise. The tiny steeple with an inverted cross, made of red and yellow stained glass, tells you that it’s a small chapel.

The step from the kitchens to the worn dirt path is a large one. Papa hops down with a small oof, and before you can step down after him, he turns and holds his gloved hand out for you to take.

The leather feels like smooth, warm butter against your palm. His fingers gently grasp your hand, and you meet his eyes as he guides you down the tall step. For a moment you understand the swell of music, the stray flower petals, the slowing of time that moments like these are described with in books. While it is a simple gesture, Papa handing you down off the step seems incredibly… intimate. You are not the type to swoon but you can see how a Lady might, while being guided down from a carriage or a grand staircase.

You almost reach down to gather expensive silk skirts, but the moment is broken when your foot lands on the ground. This isn’t a romance novel and you aren��t a Lady. Even if you were a Lady, Papa is the King and you are the third daughter of some country Baron with a tiny homestead and a measly dowry.

“There we go,” Papa says as you land on the ground. He gives you a warm smile and squeezes your hand for a brief moment before letting it go. “Now, would you like to tell me about what happened with Sister?”

You stroll next to him down the hill, following the left fork of the path which leads into the labyrinth of flower bushes. “Well,” you sigh. “Last night she asked me to come to her office this morning to discuss progress. She was… less than pleased that I’ve only been able to translate a single word so far. I’m sure you can imagine.”

“I can,” Papa says sympathetically. “What did she say?”

A humorless laugh escapes you. “She said that if I haven’t made significant progress by tomorrow morning, she’ll send me home.”

Papa’s head, which had been slightly bowed to watch his footing as he walks beside you, shoots up. “Home? To–-to Marseille?”

Oh, no no. Copia doesn’t like that idea at all. He is just starting to know you, to figure out why he feels so drawn to you. So attracted to you. You can’t leave him. Not yet.

You nod, but leave the conversation at that. The silence floats in the air between you like a mutual understanding. There’s something here, it says in the breeze. And there is something—regardless of how desperately you’d tried to stay detached, how adamantly you tell yourself you don’t care about him at all. There is something, and it will be gone tomorrow morning.

“I will talk to Sister,” he says quietly.

You shake your head. “No, Papa, it’s alright. I will—”

“Copia.”

You blink. “What?”

“Call me Copia,” he asks gently. His gaze meets yours and you notice that there’s an errant lock of hair in front of his eyes.

He wants to hear his name leave your lips. Just once. Sweet Satan, just once.

“Copia,” you say, as if you read his very thoughts. And oh, you sound so sweet saying his name like that. He’s grateful for the full paints he’d decided to wear today, otherwise you might catch his very hot, very red face. Though, perhaps his ears give that away. He never does paint them.

The two of you finally reach the labyrinth of flower bushes. The sounds of the Siblings working in the gardens fades away until it’s just you and Copia, together on the gravel path.

“Let me talk to Sister,” Copia tries again.

You smile at him, grateful for his offer. “I tried. She didn’t seem to care that it’s written in a cipher. She said,” you paraphrase, “‘I don’t care if it’s in hieroglyphs, you’re here to figure it out.’”

That brings an unexpected bark of laughter from Copia. “Hieroglyphs might be easier. At least there would be some pretty pictures to look at.”

You laugh with him, then settle into another, more comfortable silence for a few moments. “I don’t know what to do. Part of me wants to just accept it and go home.”

“And the other part?” Copia asks.

“The other part of me wants to go back up there and try like hell,” you admit. “But what can I do? I feel like I’ve tried everything. I can’t think of anything else.”

He regards you for a second, then looks forward. “Maybe you need to, eh… take your mind off it for a little while. Think of something else, yes?”

Your stomach does a jaunty little flip. Is… is he suggesting—?

“Will you tell me about Marseille?” Copia asks. “I’ve never been.”

Oh. No, he’s not suggesting. Of course not, désespérée.

“I will tell you about Marseille,” you agree, turning to him as you walk side-by-side, “if you tell me about where you’re from.”

Copia looks at you as well, his heart swelling with fondness at the mention of his home. He adores that you want to know about him, about his life before becoming Papa. He finds that he wants to tell you everything, if only to draw out that shine that grows in your eyes when you’re happy. Copia remembers how your eyes had shone when telling him about La génie, and when you’d finally uncovered that first word of Elizabeth’s diary.

He hates that Sister Imperator is threatening to send you home. Does she not realize that to translate one word at all from that enigma of a diary is an accomplishment in and of itself? Does she not realize how hard you’ve been working, sacrificing meals and sleep for work? It’s one of the things he admires about you, but it makes him worry to no end. He hadn’t seen you in the refectory for breakfast this morning, but can he blame you? You must have been anxious to Hell and back about the meeting with Sister. He could see that from the second you stepped out of her office door.

Yes, he will tell you about his home. Because he wants to see you happy and distracted from the weight on your shoulders.

“Deal,” he says with a smile. “You first, cara.”

You’re happy to talk about your home. There’s a warm fluttering in your heart when you think about it, and even more so when you talk to Copia about it. You tell him more about the Marseille Abbey, about how it’s ancient and drafty but it breathes life into you. You tell him about your windowsill full of prayer books. You tell him about Bishop Beaumont, and about each Sibling who lives at the abbey, as well as the few Siblings who don’t. Then your focus shifts to the area outside your Abbey, to the hilltop it sits on as it overlooks the sea. You tell him about the wildflowers that bloom in the tall grass all through the summertime and how they must be budding this very second.

Copia asks about the city proper, and about the area surrounding your Abbey. You tell him that your small cathedral is nestled on a grassy hillside, between steep, rocky slopes which overlook the water. Not many people in Marseille actually know it’s there—it’s hidden from the city proper, and not a short drive away. The roads leading up to the Abbey are long, winding dirt paths that are hardly roads at all. You tell him that if one was in a hurry to run an errand, they would be better off using the ancient stone steps which lead into a smaller village and are likely older than time itself.

You tell him about Alphonse, a tomcat who lives in the village and who sometimes makes the journey up the hill for ear scratches and to sunbathe on the flat stones which surround the Abbey walls. He is scraggly and old but sweet as sugar, and yes, you spoil him whenever he visits.

And then, Copia asks about Liège.

“I… I was eleven,” you tell him. You find yourself wanting him to know, wanting to speak about what had happened. “I was going through a crisis of faith at the time, and my mother found my diary. She read all about how I was doubting the Catholic faith, how I was angry at God for one thing or another. I don’t even remember what I wrote at the time, but it was enough for my parents to bring me on a trip to Liège.

“They told me it was to tour Saint Paul’s Cathedral. And we did, but…” you pause and bite the inside of your cheek. “My mother said she wanted to bring me to the Cathedral so I could find the glory of God again. She said, ‘l'amour de Dieu est perdu en toi’. ‘God’s love is lost in you.’ Funny, how that was the day I found where I would eventually put my faith.”

Copia watches you silently. The line between his brows is back now, and deeper, but it isn’t a look of pity.

You laugh through your nose. “They told me we were touring the Cathedral. They didn’t tell me they were leaving me there.”

Copia gently takes your arm and slows the two of you to a stop. You’re somewhere in the bowels of the flower garden, far enough in that the bustle of the Abbey and the gardens has faded to a soft murmur. Somehow, despite how early it is in the year, the bushes around you aren’t dormant. No, they’re nearly bursting with color—white and pink flowers with layers upon layers of petals, so dense that you can hardly see the deep green leaves of the bushes they grow on. The chilly breeze carries their sweet scent and wisps it between you and Copia.

A neatly handwritten sign in the soil reads Camellia. You wonder how something so beautiful can bloom so early.

He dips his head down to meet your lowered gaze. “Tesoro,” he says so gently that you almost want to cry. The wounds you’ve just told him about are old and scarred over, but the way he coos at you in Italian… It rips open the hurt and stitches it back together at the same time.

“They enrolled me in a Catholic school run out of the Cathedral,” you tell him. “Do you know how far Liège is from where I grew up? Quite far. In a completely different country, in fact.”

Copia is silent. You realize that the warmth of his hand never left your arm. His thumb strokes small circles where it rests.

You smile at him, but there’s no joy behind it. “I had to leave everything behind. Everything I knew, everything and everyone that was familiar was gone in a moment. So you know what I did?”

He shakes his head.

“I left God behind, too.”

Copia wants to hug you. He wants to pull you into his arms and never let you go, even if you begged him to. He wants to whisper little reassurances in your ear. Lucifer below, he hates what happened to you. He understands now why you are so reserved. How could someone not be, after going through what you’d gone through? But… look at who you’ve become.

He’s proud of you. Not just as your Papa, but as… something else entirely.

“What happened after?”

The two of you start walking again, and he removes his hand from your arm. You wish he wouldn’t. You move past the blooming camellia bushes and the air loses that slight sweetness. “Well, I spent a lot of time with La génie du mal while I was there,” you smile, this time with a bit of fondness. “And then when I was old enough to leave the school, I enrolled in a University and learned all I could.”

Copia watches you as you speak, as he had been the whole time during your stroll in the gardens. Though now, the path leads you out of the flower grove and along the tree line at the back of the Abbey grounds. It’s even quieter here, with only the light birdsong of Spring to interrupt you.

From this far, the Abbey looks like a dollhouse. It sits pretty on the hilltop, with little figurines dressed in black flitting back and forth between the kitchens and the greenhouses. Everything seems so distant, so small from where you are now, that even the worries you’d had fade away into the background. The only things that matter are the birds, the trees, and Copia. Just Copia. Not Papa, not the figurehead of the Satanic Ministry, just… Copia.

You feel as though you’ve talked his ear off. All through the flower labyrinth you’d talked, answering his questions or telling stories of your own. But now you find that he knows much more about you than you do about him.

After a brief pause as you walk past a small cluster of stone benches, you turn to Copia. “Your turn,” you say. “I think I’ve talked enough for half a lifetime by now.”

Copia laughs. “I’ve said it before, cara. I enjoy listening to you talk. But, eh… I suppose we did have an agreement, yes? What would you like to know?”

“Everything,” you say before you can stop yourself. And it’s true, you do want to know everything, but you weren’t supposed to say it out loud. “Uh, I-I mean, whatever you wish to tell me.”

He wishes you wouldn’t censor yourself like that, but watching you nervously flick your gaze around to everything except him makes his heart do strange flips and jumps against his ribcage. You are so honest with your emotions, even if you don’t mean to be. You might say one thing but your face betrays another, and it’s something Copia adores about you—how expressive you are. Perhaps he’s just good at reading people after having been a fly on the wall for most of his life, but you are something different. You seem to trust him past the mantle of Papa. And, well, if he’s honest, he trusts you as more than just a member of his unholy flock. Like he could tell you his secrets with full confidence that you would keep them.

Copia wonders if you’ve noticed he hasn’t called you by your title since you stepped foot in the gardens. He wonders if you’ve noticed you haven’t called him Papa, either.

“I was born in Rome,” he begins, “but I was raised in the Florence Abbey until I was ten.”

“Away from your brothers?” You ask, hoping you’re not prying too far already.

Copia nods. “Eh, yes. My brothers were born and raised in Rome, with my father. I was sent to Florence because my mother… Well. I believe she didn’t want my father to know about me.”

You want to take his hand and squeeze it. You don’t.

“So I stayed in Florence, raised by the Sisters of Sin there until I was ten. Until I started to ask questions about this.” He gestures to his white eye. “And then, people started to wonder why a nameless Florentine boy had the mark of the Morningstar, like all the Papas before.”

You watch as he turns about, as if looking for someone. He tilts his head back to peer over the tall shrubs of the flower labyrinth, which you stand outside. The tops of the greenhouses are just visible, as well as the spire of the small, stone chapel far beyond. Seemingly not finding who he’s looking for, Copia turns back to you. “Primo came to the Florence Abbey after he heard about me. Word travels fast in the Ministry, sì? Until then it was common knowledge that Papa Emeritus Nihil only had three sons. But Primo took one look at me and said, 'sì, sei mio fratello', and scooped me up and took me to Rome.”

The way Copia says the last few words makes your heart warm as if the memory was your own. He seems to remember it fondly—there’s a small, warm smile on his black-painted lips. “Were you happy to leave Florence?”

“Yes—eh, yes and no. The Sisters who took care of me were kind, and I hold them in my heart dearly, but… they were no Primo.”

“Papa Primo raised you, when you went back to Rome?”

“He did,” Copia tells you. “He raised all of us, you see, and very well, too. I would like to think we all turned out alright. Our father was… he was busy being Papa, I suppose. No time for three little rascals and a teenage son more responsible than him.”

There’s an unmistakable edge of bitterness in his tone, and you can imagine why. To find out he had a father, a father who was Papa no less, but to learn that he had no regard for children as anything other than proponents of a bloodline… it must have hurt him terribly. You remember craving approval at that age, doing anything and everything you could for your parents’ praise. But you can’t imagine how it must have felt to be pushed aside by the father you didn’t know you had, who you’d craved your whole life.

“Copia,” you whisper. “That’s… I’m so sorry. No one deserves that, especially not a child.”

He looks at you then. His hair, slightly graying at his temples, is a little disheveled from the chilly breeze at your backs. He still holds that smile, but now it’s rueful. “It’s alright, cara mia. I had my brothers. I still do.”

Your hand is in his before you realize. His palm is warm underneath the leather.

“And your mother?”

Copia looks ahead but his gaze drops to his feet. “I… never found out. Not for sure.”

You don’t want to pry any further. It’s obvious that this is a sore subject for him, and so you let it hang in the silence between you.

You feel as if you could peacefully coexist with Copia. Both of you know that nothing more needs to be said. You let the quiet float between you, enveloping you like a warm blanket. Neither of you interrupt it with forced small talk about the weather, or your favorite books, or what might be served for dinner tonight. You can talk about those things later.

It almost startles you when you realize that you want there to be a later. You want for there to be a tomorrow, a next week, a next month. You want for there to be stupid little chats about favorite books and food and weather, and you’re still holding his hand but you don’t want to let go of it. You want to hold his hand on walks like this, or when you’re both sitting quiet on a loveseat and reading those favorite books you might have talked about, or when he raises it up above your head to twirl you around and then pull you into him and kiss you sweetly.

But oh, if you only knew how he felt the same. How he wishes you’d come and work in his office so the two of you could just exist in the same space, even if you don’t talk for hours. How he wants to drag you back to the Abbey to work on Elizabeth’s diary, and help you think until you both are sleep deprived and a little loopy, just so you can figure it out because he doesn’t want you to leave him. You can’t leave him so soon after he’s found you. Sweet Lucifer below, you’re the only bright spot in the lonely darkness that he’s seen in so long. You’re the flowers blooming in the early spring, beautiful and sweet and unexpected after walking through a labyrinth of routine. You’re his camellia.

The two of you stroll on the path behind the row of greenhouses. Copia doesn’t remove his hand from yours. He doesn’t care that Siblings or ghouls or Primo might see. The two of you find comfort in each other, and holding onto that feeling is the most important thing in the world to him right now. This feeling, and you.

A fat drop of rain lands against the side of your nose. You reach your free hand up to swipe it away, and pull your finger back to look at the offending droplet. “Oh,” you hum. “I think it’s going to rain.”

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flordeamatista · 2 years

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Mob AU! Bucky sweeps into your life like a whirlwind. And for a small town girl like you, this tornado of a romance is nothing short of awe inspiring. Money, cars—anything you want is yours, you have only but to name it. And so of course when Bucky asks if you’ll be his, his girl, and one day his wife, you say yes, and move right in.

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Lover of Passion

pairing: soft dark!Mob!Bucky Barnes x dark!Reader

concept: Bucky lusts after you, and you crave the chance to feel more of your own desire.

word count: 1.4k

warnings: soft dark reader and soft dark bucky, manipulation, twisted love, desire, lust, greed, main character death, soft poetic smut- nickname:trandafirul meu (my rose)

a/n: This is for @boxofbonesfic The Monkey's Paw 7k challenge! Congratulations, love. You are such a beautiful loving light on this Tumblr world.

lovely betas: Thank you for making sure this makes sense @s-tarksintern and @purpleshallot

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A soft summer breeze softly ruffles the petals as the sky casts a shimmering ray on the flower. The red rose stretches its neck and slowly opens its eyes, and the calm sunlight just smiles at it. A compassionate gesture fills the garden with the aroma of flowers.

The grey sky is visible from high above the ground.

In the distance, the sun is rising, the colors are melting, and the clouds are hurriedly clearing to make way for the glowing disc.

You see how the rose spins and how each petal represents the layers of power of living in his world as his queen. Out of all the women in the world, he picks you. In his chaotic garden of danger, you are his rose.

Standing in your garden's wet grass, you are barefoot. You wish to cherish the moment. Closing your eyes you try to hear the dawn chorus of birds. Your ears are filled with sweetness.

Your love for him makes you want to weave his veins with yours.

He has given you this sense of freedom and safety. Your Bucky.

You feel a burning desire for him since you first met him. That red desire, it embodies how much power he holds over you. It is the power of a man, a mafia god.

Bucky is the man for you. He is the one who shaped you into the person you are now. The one who transformed you from a naive small-town girl to the virtuous possessor of everything, that you are today.

To have your body free for his use and care for his feelings is all you need to do. At night, the intimacy of the shared room is accompanied by moans. Each and every moan that he makes in that room as he touches every inch of your body.

It is in my heart that you are mine, but who is yours?

Bucky is a ruthless man in the world he lives in.

At first, you appeared to be a crimson rose in that park's garden, ready to be worn down by his love. Bucky destroys, and he has no concept of love. Until you appeared as though you were a beam of sunshine. He saw how the red dress wrapped around all of your curves like a scarlet bow. His gaze was drawn to you as a frail, innocent girl, oblivious to the world around her.

His first day with you is still fresh on his mind. It was that night that he claimed every part of your body for himself.

In the azure night, his dark blue eyes were fixed on the road ahead, rushing through the town's charcoal night streets.

Every decision he made was calculated, from the moment he met you to the moment you fell into his arms. You thought you had made a decision when in fact the decision was already made for you. He had to be loved. A decision he had made as desired.

The exquisite touch will ruin you. The romantic innocence from which you once drank has been robbed. The dark blush of his lust led you to sin. He loves you and desires to be with you.

There is passion and journey and the buried flesh of the unconscious, and the only victim is you.

He meticulously created this red love by hand. He created you in his love, with your sweet spirit and your beautiful smile. Your lips glimmer with lust, your voice soothes, and your touch subdue.

It was difficult to resist the shiver of joy at his devouring gaze when you cast a couple of glances his way. His jaw clenched and his eyes were fixed in your direction.

A pair of hands that are both thick, callous, and tender at the same time. The trail that’s left behind was engulfed in flames. Leaving you completely burnt for him. As his fingertips caressed the inside of your thigh, he took and relished its tenderness.

That night was the first time Bucky made you his. And that night you learned a much familiar truth. One that brings you simmering comfort now.

The flower growing over your heart reaches out to him when you have nothing else on your mind but for him.

Each room of the mansion is covered in the jam color of roses. Every morning, he'll leave you a note telling you what to do. Live this lucid life thinking you had all the freedom in the world, but all freedom belongs to him. It was only to him that you gave. He came and took. You crave for something else than becoming a mob boss's wife.

“Take your clothes off for me, trandafirul meu.”

As you go back, your devious smirk comes on your face, your lustrous eyes never leaving him as you comply with his instructions. You're used to being able to please Bucky.

His expression is hungry and voracious as if he is going to swallow you. Embraced by something that is far greater than simple seductive passion.

A quiet, pleased moan escapes his lips as he reaches for his enormous bulge, tugging himself out of the dark black slacks seams. When he sees you undress, he strokes his cock slowly and appreciatively, sliding his bottom lip between his teeth.

Bucky isn't surprised when you take your time. Hands stroking slowly and seductively across your flesh.

“How do you want me, tonight?”

You whisper a hot groan into his ear as you press him onto the bed, your lips seductively caressing his earlobe for a brief second before drawing back. You brush your lips over his before putting a lingering kiss on the corner of his mouth, your gaze fixated on his as the words he allows send shivers down your spine.

It nearly seems like love the way you glide your fingertips down his skin. When you offer yourself to him, your arms wrap around him like chains, clinging to his flesh like lovers do. How you trace lazy patterns on his flesh, how you unintentionally gravitate towards him.

And you, don't waste any time.

You end the night with his cock in your pussy and the fragrance of you on him. And he sees bricks of blood - red hues in the atmosphere, as well as bouquets in the air. He sees love transferring him to a changing area.

He has so many unspoken wishes. When he touches you, the roots of your flower grow deeper into your heart; when you kiss him, his eyelids close.

As you caress his skin in such a gentle way, there seems to almost be an element of love in it for him. Almost.

Observing the roses from the vantage point of the raindrops, it looks as if the petals are being caressed. The roses cling to love; everyone yearns for it. You clung onto love.

When you first fell in love, love had an entirely different meaning, but now power is all you want. Your true love.

You lay your forehead on his and breathe in his power as if it were more vital than oxygen. You give him a kiss. Partly because you can't waste an opportunity. Partly because you can't stop yourself, and partly because you believe Bucky deserves more kisses in his life.

This red dress brought you a world, and Bucky was a dread soul when you both first met.

You had planned the entire encounter in order to take over his life. He rots in your garden's spirit, becoming the fuel that allows the roses to thrive.

The petals fall from your hand into the soil. You step on a crimson splash, and the brown dirt eats it up.

You remember when his face was a stoned lust red, his blue eyes were filled with drops of his favorite color, and his mouth was wet and open. It was the first time you fell in love with his greed. Not him.

Power's greed.

He created this universe with you, and you ruin him for the sake of your own lust.

Gently, without compromising your position, you make him kneel before you. It never occurred to the gardeners that they needed a mob body in the garden to bring beauty to the roses.

I admire my world and the garden admires your love.

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lipstickchainsaw · 4 months

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Do you have any thoughts on the Burning Grey or Damsel routes? Because I found them both fascinating with the themes of agency and denial of agency, plus with how your shaping of the princess is most clear in the Damsel’s chapter.

I do think it’s very cool that Burning Grey somehow manages to be less creepy than normal old Damsel. Because yes, she’s trying to kill you, but also she appears to have thoughts and feelings and that is significantly less creepy than the hollow shell that is the Damsel.

I think the Burned Grey is fascinating for very much the reasons you describe, but let's talk Damsel first.

Because the Damsel is incredibly unsettling and it's a route that leaves a bad taste in my mouth (in a way the game intended, I mean).

I think a lot of the routes in Slay the Princess explore the theme of agency, especially how unequal power dynamics shape people involved in those exchanges, what resistance looks like in the face of someone having power over you, and whether any real respect or relationship can follow from it.

And the Damsel says 'no, it can't'.

Oh sure, it seems like she says 'yes, it can!' with all the enthusiasm of a chivalric romance, but it can only exist insofar as the Damsel stops existing as a person, only to the extent that she can sublimate her agency, her personality, her wishes, dreams and desires by fully giving into what the person who's there to kill her wants.

(You kill her with one stab, but she has so little power that in Chapter 1 she has to stab you countless times to finally end you.)

The Smitten doesn't care about this and is happy to fully dominate her personality away (which is why he's awful), until she becomes but a prop in the story he wants to tell, an endlessly adoring maiden who hangs off his every word but will, crucially, never express any desire or opinion of her own.

Basically, she doesn't exist.

(And when you try to discover what she does want, what person does exist underneath the adoring accommodation, her physical body becomes as well-defined as her mental existence.)

And you get there by trying, at every turn, to save her, by not considering her enough of a threat to take the knife, and not even bothering to let her try to free herself.

You have denied her any agency in Chapter 1, and thus you get the Damsel.

Crucially, she doesn't even resist when you kill her.

Instead, you then get the Burned Grey, and here's where things get interesting.

You see, the Damsel thought you loved her, and so she became the prop to your story, but you killed her, so clearly this isn't actually what you want.

But that doesn't make sense, because you loved her enough to try to save her the first time!

These contradictions finally spark a degree of agency once again, and the Burned Grey concludes that something is off. She loves you, and she knows you love her, but you keep killing each other.

So it has to be the location itself! It has to be the cabin itself, the entire thing set-up that is setting you at each other's throats even though you don't want to, and the only way to escape this cycle of violence and abuse is to destroy it!

And she's right! The cabin represents the Construct within itself, and the Creator specifically set it up for the Long Quiet to kill the Shifting Mound, and destroying it together is the only way for this to stop!

I think the only other Princess that comes this close to understanding what's actually happening might be the Wild (and possibly the Moment of Clarity, but I am not playing through the Nightmare again to figure that out, thank you).

And so, in a statement of love, empathy, finally finding one's agency, the Burned Grey tries to end this cycle.

By burning you to death.

#slay the princess #slay the princess spoilers #stp the damsel #stp the burned grey

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ikeromantic · 1 year

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Mitsuhide Never 😡

For @nellzzz some Mitsuhide angst, because romancing the kitsune is never simple. Approx. 800 words of Never with our favorite foxy warlord.

Mitsuhide looked up from his work, a frown in place of his usual sharp smile. He hated being disturbed while he worked. There were few enough hours in the day to do all the things that needed doing. He readied a sharp comment that died on his lips as he looked up.

The chatelaine stood in the doorway, an uncertain expression on her pretty face.

He felt his annoyance evaporate. A fluttery feeling replaced it in his gut, a warm, delicate affection that surprised him every time it struck. Mitsuhide was no blushing maiden nor virgin boy. But the chatelaine had this effect on him. He hid it behind his serpent’s smile. “Mai! What an unexpected pleasure.”

She took a step inside and looked around. It wasn’t her first time visiting his study but it seemed caution was her watchword where he was concerned. “Good evening.” Her eyes tracked around the room, looking anywhere but at him.

Mitsuhide stood and came around his desk. “Is there something you needed? Not that I mind you dropping in . . .”

Mai startled as she realized he was closer. “I - I didn’t - I mean . . . I just stopped by to let you know . . .”

He could see her struggling to tell him the lie she’d crafted before walking over. Knowing how ridiculous it would sound now that she was here and looking him in the eye. He let her flounder, his smile growing wider as she grasped for words.

“That is . . . tomorrow. Masamune is making lunch.”

Mitsuhide stepped closer yet. “He does that every day.”

“Mhmm. But! This one is special!” The words came out an adorable squeak.

“Was that your excuse to come visit me? You wanted to see me so badly?” He chuckled. “You know you can come over anytime, Mai. And stay as long as you like.” His fingers stretched out to tuck a loose bit of hair back into her bun.

Her gaze snapped onto him as she slapped his hand away. “Hey!”

Mitsuhide laughed again. “It’s ok, Mai. You don’t need to pretend. No one is watching us here.” He leaned close, watching the way her eyes widened. The slight shift toward him as he body fought with her mind.

“If you don’t care about the invitation, I can just go,” she replied, but her heart wasn’t in it.

“Do you want me to kiss you again, little mouse? Is that what brought you scurrying here, late at night and alone? If it was just an invitation to lunch, Masamune would have sent a servant.” The memory of their last shared kiss burned through him. A stolen moment after a feast, a dark hallway, the feel of her pressed against him. Breath coming in short gasps as lips parted and came together again.

She looked away. “No.”

“I can tell when you’re lying.” He brushed against her cheek as he spoke, and felt a shiver pass through her.

“Don’t.”

Mitsuhide slid his hand from her shoulder down her arm. “Why don’t you stay the night, hm? It’s late. And you told no one where you were going. Not even Masamune.”

Mai inhaled sharply. “How . . . damn it. Stop reading my mind.”

“Can you imagine what it would be like to make love to a man who knows what you want?” His lips grazed her ear. “One who reads your mind so that you never need speak your desires aloud? Merely think of them, and I will give them to you.”

Her skin was hot and flushed, heart racing. “That’s never going to happen.” The words lacked any conviction, coming as they did with a needy breath.

Mitsuhide bowed his head to press a kiss to the sensitive spot on her neck, just below her ear. “All you need do is permit me, Mai. Say yes. No one will know what happened here tonight. No one but us.”

He could feel she was at the cusp of surrender. She wanted him as much as he did her. It was only pride that held her aloft. Mai pushed him away. “Never. I don’t . . . I don’t want you.”

The words cut more deeply than he would let her see. He turned his smile hard and sharp. “I see my teasing has more an effect than I expected. Interesting.” Mitsuhide sat back down at his desk and picked up a piece of correspondence.

“Mitsuhide.” Her voice was thick with emotion, a tangle even she couldn’t see all the skeins of.

“Go, Mai. I am bored with our game and quite busy. Your message was delivered and I want nothing else from you.” He glanced up. “And you want nothing else from me. So why do you linger?”

Hurt and anger flickered in her gaze. She turned and stalked away without another word.

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen mitsuhide #mitsuhide akechi #fanfiction #fanfic #otome #otome guys #light angst

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vsa-pieldepapel · 2 years

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The charisk rant

Yes it is hard to explicitly describe it as romantic, though I do ship them… interesting how that works. Maybe it’s because they’re just kids. Maybe its because of the logistics. There is a feeling there so intimate that it can’t be described as anything but love, but is maybe a love outside of the archetypal bounds.

They occupy the same SOUL, essentially. Chara has no physical presence. There is no way frisk can actually hug or kiss them, or introduce them to Toriel, or go on dates that mean anything, even as they grow older, which is the reason why I describe it as “two people who really are in love with each other, but aren’t in a relationship in any solid way”

At the same time Chara is always there. They can move Frisk’s body around. They can move one of Frisk’s hands, to lovingly pet their hair and both of them feel that, at the same time, in the same hand. They can read every thought and feeling frisk has, and whatever happened in the underground and after (counting resets if you so desire) has left both with a trust so deep (as they are completely exposed to each other—Frisk can read Chara’s every thought and feeling, too) that both can comment on each other’s thoughts and feelings without shame or remorse.

Two beings, one body, with the complexities that entails? You can think of it like a fucked up Steven universe fusion if it helps

Frisk can sometimes see Chara in mirrors or glass or other reflections, but no one else can. They can also converse telepathically, Frisk hears Chara’s voice (though no one else can, either). Frisk can relinquish control of parts of themself to Chara entirely, and trusts them enough to do it sometimes, like lending them a hand so Chara can draw. They can pick a hand each, and to an outsider it looks like Frisk is making two drawings at the same time, each with a hand. Which understandably looks weird as hell, and it is something they have to be careful with around others. Frisk has also kept their mastery of a poker face because often, at the same time they are physically conversing with someone, Chara has opinions about the happenings lol

Bear in mind that despite the fact they are kids, I see them both as very parentalised/adultified children. It is implied Chara went to Ebbott to jump to their death, and Frisk just kinda fucked off to Ebbott and no one went after them which,.. oof.. so they speak to each other on more complicated terms than initially expected from a pair of kids… both aspects of this soul compliment and oppose each other like Frisk’s staunch pacifism and general positive outlook on people, and they soothe Chara’s trauma and confusion like a cold compress on a burn… at the same time Frisk never really feels truly alone. Be it because of their monster family but even outside of that. Even outside of the “good ending”. What will stay with them through every reset (though I like to think of the one linear true pacifist timeline mostly) and the rest of their life is Chara. Remembering too. Always being there open and honest and sad and vulnerable and even funny too

Is this very unrealistic? Yeah! It’s meant to be like a love story with a ghost… Frisk would never admit to anyone that their crush is something real that has a name and history and evidence of their existence and is in them, they would just show persistent indifferent to romance with anyone else. Toriel could NEVER know because it would destroy her. Chara is just, there. And Chara is Okay with being there, too tired of life and its complications, content with this arrangement where they have a best friend and companion and experience the world at a distance where it can’t break them.

Though since Chara is a separate individual I can imagine them teasing and joking with each other and Frisk just kinda laughs on their own someones when alone because Chara said something funny or can be annoying or Chara can be determined enough to grab one of their hands and give their head a light smack (the trust is there for Chara to just take over anything at any time…)

Sorry if this is a bit rambly, the core concepts here are Two People One Body, and “what if you really loved someone and they are real, but no one else can see them because they exist within you as a spiritual force? What if they also loved you back?” It’s hard to explain without it sounding strange but well. Thank you for the ask by the way- im really happy people find this interesting :’)

#undertale #charisk #frisk #Chara #doodle #digital #vsa answers

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souryoong · 2 years

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say it like that | myg (18+)

Pairing: rapper!/producer!yoongi x model!reader

Genre: slow burn / romance / smut

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"I believe you when you say it like that."

Synopsis: After yet another one of your relationships ends badly, you have given up on looking for love again. You never expect to find everything that you've been looking for in a desirable & sweet rapper/producer. And as for min yoongi, he's prepared to give you everything and more.

Chapter 2 warnings: some mentions of anxiety/nerves, kissing!!, yoongi is a sweet boy (not a warning but he’s cute)

Word count: 1,979

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Chapter 2

“So, he asked you to come to his studio?” Hoseok spoke into the phone.

You called him the morning after you went over to his apartment while Yoongi was there. You were in the middle of your morning skin care routine, and it was all you could think about. You had to tell Hoseok as soon as possible.

“Yes, but what’s odd is that he didn’t tell me where it’s at or what time to go.” You applied toner onto your face with a cotton pad. “Like do I just show up?”

Hoseok laughed. “Well, he has two studios. One in his house and one at the company building.”

“Oh. I assume he meant at the company building.” You slightly laughed. “I highly doubt he was inviting me to his house.”

“Hey, never assume, (Y/N).” Hoseok spoke.

“Stop, you’re making me nervous.” Your tone changed, and you heard Hoseok laugh. “Over literally nothing.”

Hoseok’s laugh made you start laughing.

“So, what time should I go there?” You asked Hoseok. “Since I’m kind of just showing up.”

“Yoongi can easily spend all day in his studio.” Hoseok responded. “Not even necessarily working on music. Sometimes he just likes to hang out there. I’d probably go in the evening.”

“Okay. Can you send me the address and stuff? I have no idea where I’m going.”

Hoseok chuckled. “Yeah, of course. I’ll text you the address. It’s at our company building which I’m sure you already know but I’ll send it to you anyways, along with where to go.”

“Thank you, Hobi. What would I do without you?” You spoke into the phone, smiling.

“I think you would get lost.” He laughed. “Look (Y/N) I have to get going. Let me know how everything goes, okay?”

You let out a nervous sigh. “Okay, bye Hobi.”

Hoseok said his goodbyes and hung up the phone.

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`Later that evening, you were getting ready to leave your apartment, feeling like you were running back and forth trying not to forget anything.

You grabbed your keys after slipping on your shoes and headed out the door.

Getting in the elevator, you looked at yourself in the mirrored walls, double checking that your hair looked good, and your makeup was okay. You let out a sigh. You were nervous, but for some reason you kept denying it to yourself. It wasn’t making you feel better.

The elevator doors opened to the lobby, and you walked outside to your car parked in front of the building.

After checking your phone and seeing that Hoseok texted you the address along with instructions as to what floor it was on and who to talk to.

Hoseok: I texted Yoongi and he said he let the front desk staff know you’re coming.

Oh great. But at least that makes things easier.

You texted him back a quick thank you and started your car, making the drive to Yoongi’s studio.

It wasn’t a long drive; about 20 minutes. You ended up finding a parking spot across the street from the building. You felt nervous up until the moment you opened the large doors, revealing a very scenic lobby. Lots of greenery with potted plants, contrasting with white tile floors and high ceilings that were home to large windows that let the perfect amount of sunlight in.

You took your sunglasses off, approaching the woman at the desk in the middle of the lobby.

“Hi!” She greeted you politely. “Are you here to see somebody?”

You cleared your throat. “Yes. My name is (Y/N), I’m here to see Yoongi.”

“Oh! Yes.” She nodded. “Yoongi told us you were coming. Go to the elevator on the far left and one of the security guards will take you up.”

You nodded towards her and said thank you, then made your way to the elevator where a male security guard met you. He didn’t say much to you, just verified that you were there to see Yoongi, and he took you up to the floor.

His studio was right down the hall from the elevator, with a sign marked “Genius Lab.” You felt all your nerves came back the moment that you knocked on the door.

You were looking around at the other doors down the hallway when abruptly Yoongi opened the door, greeting you with a smile.

“You made it!” He stepped back, allowing you to walk in. “How are you?”

“I’m good.” You answered, letting Yoongi close the door behind you.

“It wasn’t hard to find, was it?” Yoongi asked you, running his fingers through his blonde hair.

“No.” You laughed. “Although I was not expecting the security escort.”

“Oh, I forgot that they’d do that.” Yoongi chuckled. “I should have told them not to.”

“Yeah, it was interesting.” You motioned to the couch that was close to the both of you, holding your purse. “Can I set this here?”

Yoongi nodded. “Sorry about some of the boxes. I recently got some new stuff.”

“That’s okay.” You looked around, noticing his keyboards, and beside them was a set of electronic drums. “Oh, you know how to play the drums?”

“Well, those aren’t technically real drums.” Yoongi laughed. “They’re just the electronic ones. I got them because I wanted to learn. I’m getting better but I wouldn’t say I’m a pro quite yet.”

You walked closer to them. “Hey that’s more than I can say. I can’t play either kind.” You kind of laughed to yourself.

“Hey, its never too late to learn.” He smiled at you.

You smiled. “Yeah, if I had the time. You play the piano, don’t you?”

“Yeah. That I can say I’m good at.” He laughed to himself. “I’ve been playing for as long as I can remember.”

“You’ll have to play me something.”

“Next time.” Yoongi smirked at you, making your face feel hot.

Next time?

“I’m not sure what I’m looking at here.” You approached his extravagant set up, looking at the two large screens in front of you.

Yoongi chuckled. “I wouldn’t expect you to. You can sit down and check it out.”

You sat down in his chair, then felt a presence behind you. Yoongi was leaning over behind you.

He grabbed the computer mouse, clicking out of whatever he had opened on the screen.

“I know you said you didn’t know what you were looking at, but I still don’t think I’m allowed to show you that.” He laughed.

Now that he was closer to you, you couldn’t help but admire him. You felt like you could never get sick of seeing him smile. He smelled like the perfect combination of lavender and spice. And his hands, oh god his hands. He probably had the prettiest hands that you’ve ever seen on a man. The way his dusty blonde hair fell into his face almost perfectly. Yoongi was very attractive, and you couldn’t believe it took you this long to notice it.

You realized that you were probably staring at him for a little too long. He cleared his throat, snapping you out of your trance.

“Did you say something?” You asked, hoping he didn’t notice.

“Yes.” Yoongi responded, laughing. “But you looked like you were in your own little world.”

“Sorry.” You laughed at yourself, your face feeling flushed from the slight embarrassment. “I was looking at your picture over here. I didn’t know you had a dog.” You were looking at a small polaroid picture of a brown poodle.

“Oh him?” Yoongi smiled. “That’s Holly. For how small he looks he sure does take up a lot of space on my bed.”

You laughed. “He’s cute.”

Yoongi put his hand on the table, and you were once again aware of the fact that he was so close to you. Damn your nerves.

You looked up at him, smiling. “What?”

“I’m admiring you.” Yoongi was so close to you.

You swallowed, eager to see where this was going. “Yeah?”

He looked like he thought for a second, then he leaned down into you. You knew where this was going, and you were going to let it happen. Yoongi kissed you.

His lips were soft, almost feeling like they were made for kissing you, and you only. The kiss was gentle, your hand instinctively moved into his hair, desperately wanting to pull him closer.

He pulled away first, his face was still close to yours. Your mind was still processing what had just happened.

“Can I tell you something?” Yoongi asked you, his voice low.

“Yeah.” You were practically holding your breath.

He brushed a strand of hair away from his face. “I um –” Yoongi paused, laughing at himself getting shy for a moment. “I was thinking about what it would be like to kiss you.”

You didn’t know what to say. Yes, you always had thought Yoongi was kind of cute when Hoseok would bring him around, but you never thought he would ever feel the same way. You both never really had the chance to talk to each other alone.

The moment was interrupted by a knock on the door, somewhat startling you.

“Oh. I forgot.” Yoongi spoke, walking to the door. “Do you like coffee? I ordered us some. I didn’t know what you would like so I got you an iced coffee with milk.”

He opened the door, grabbing the bag that held the drink carrier with the coffees.

“Yoongi, you didn’t have to.” You turned around, watching him walk back over to you with the bag.

He set the bag down on the table in front of you, smiling. “Hey, I know I have to have my coffee, so I thought I would be nice and get you one too.”

He took the drinks out of the bag, an iced coffee with milk for you, and an iced americano for himself.

Yoongi took a sip of his coffee, then was suddenly rummaging through drawers like he was looking for something.

You swirled your coffee in your hand to stir it, then took a sip. “You know, if you have to work, I can get out of your way.”

“No, it’s fine.” Yoongi shook his head, still searching for whatever he was looking for. “I’ve got plenty of work done. I’ve been here almost all day.”

He found what he was looking for, it was a blank cd in a case labeled “demo.”

“Here.” He handed you the cd. “I assume you like music, because well, who doesn’t. If I’m not producing someone else’s songs, I do produce my own. I recorded that the other day and I’d like to know what you think of it.”

“I appreciate you asking for my opinion, but I’m not sure I’ll be any help.” You laughed slightly.

“It doesn’t matter.” Yoongi spoke. “Any kind of feedback works for me.”

It felt like you had spent hours with Yoongi in his studio, he showed you practically every piece of equipment, and how it worked. Somehow, he accidentally turned on the microphone to record in the booth, and then finding out it recorded your laughter.

When you decided that it was getting late, you both left together. Yoongi walked you to your car that was parked across the street outside. You got inside your car, but before you could shut the door, Yoongi was talking to you.

“Thanks for hanging out with me tonight, I hope it wasn’t boring.” He joked.

You smiled. “No, thanks for inviting me. I had I great time, I mean that.”

“I’ll let you go home; I know you probably have a shoot or something tomorrow morning.” Yoongi added. “But can I ask you one thing?”

“Yeah, anything.”

“Can I call you sometime?” He asked you in the sweetest tone you ever heard, and you swore right then and there that your heart melted.

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Learning to blossom - Chapter 3

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Pairing: Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Romance, fluff, modern AU, Uni AU, confessions, tattooed Levi, drama, flustered Levi, dates, meeting Kuchel, Levi's birthday, skin-to-skin grinding, first blowjob (for reader and Levi), meeting Kenny, protective Levi, protective reader, relationship development.

Concept: You go over to Levi's for the holidays and meet Kuchel. You and Kuchel get on, but she walks in on you and Levi making out and touching each other a little. Mortified, you think it's all over but Kuchel reassures you that she still loves you very much. You go on a date with Levi and bring Kuchel along. You enjoy the aquarium, but you meet a girl who is in love with Levi from high school. You fight the bad thoughts and give yourself confidence and Levi talks with you. It's Levi's birthday and you surprise him with a loving gift before the two of you do a few things in the bedroom before Kuchel comes to say hello and announces Kenny is here. You stand up to Kenny for your boyfriend and Kuchel earning you respect from Kenny and more love from Kuchel. Levi praises and thanks you.

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Levi glanced over at you as your fiddled with your coat. He gripped the wheel of his car and felt bad that he was driving you to his mother’s place to stay for a few days. He knew you were nervous as hell. He suggested you come over, it was his birthday on Christmas and he would love to have you over. He felt like he might have pressured you into saying yet and maybe used guilt.

You frowned when Levi pulled over. “Everything okay? Did something happen to the car?”

Levi sat back and sighed. “I feel like I might be forcing you into this.” He turned to you a little. “I can take you back to uni.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “You don’t need to meet my mum.”

You reached over and placed your hand on his thigh. “I want to and I want to be with you on your birthday. Yes, I’m nervous as fuck, but that’s normal. I love you so much and I want this to go well.”

Levi took your hand. “She will love you. I love you more than anything and you make me happy. She will see you for who you are, which is a sweet, kind, caring, smart, funny and wonderful woman.”

You cupped the side of Levi’s face and leaned over and kissed him. “I love you and I want to meet your mother. I’ll be okay, I just need to relax a bit.”

He smiled a little. “Are you sure you want to meet her? You don’t feel pressured?”

“I don’t feel pressured. I want to.”

He blushed as he smiled in delight. “Okay. I’m here for you whenever you need me. If you want to leave early, you can.”

You leaned over and kissed him again. You nibbled his lip and pushed your tongue into his mouth and moaned as he kissed you back with just as much passion and desire. You gripped his coat as you felt a tingle inside your body and your thoughts become dirty. You pulled back as a blush burned your cheeks at the thoughts that were racing through your head. You tapped your forehead against Levi’s and felt the sexual tension in the air.

Levi moved and kissed you a little. “I’ll start driving again.” He turned the keys and drove off. He sighed and tapped his thumbs against the wheel. He started to get a little nervous the closer he got to home. He knew his mother was going to make a massive deal over you. “Oh, just to warn you, my mother is a massive hugger.”

You hummed a laugh. “That’s okay.”

“I’m glad.” He pulled up and got out of the car before opening your door. “I’ll bring our bags in.”

You got out and put your bag on. “Are you sure?”

He nodded. “Yeah, don’t worry, okay? I’ve got this.” He opened the boot and grabbed two suitcases and two bags for you and him. “It’s not much.”

You smiled and got into the backseat and grabbed a big bouquet. “Okay, I’m ready.”

Levi moved the bags to the front door before fishing his keys out. He unlocked the door to the cute looking home with a well-loved garden out front. He pushed the door open causing a divine scent of home-cooked food and baking to be released. Levi hummed and smiled. “Smells delicious in here.”

You inhaled. “Mm, smells like soup dumplings and pecan pie.”

Levi smirked at you. “My mum is going all out for you. She must be just as nervous.” He closed the door behind you. “Hey ma!? Ma!”

Your eyes widened when you saw the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen hurry into the hall. Her raven hair was put into braids and up around her head like a stunning halo. Her eyes were bright and shined with love for the son before her. She was shorter than her son and looked so small compared to him due to his muscles. You were sure that she could easily become a model if she wanted to. She was so perfect and had a gentle and kind voice. You saw her wrap her arms around her son in a loving hug before both turned to you.

Levi smiled at you. “Ma, this is my girlfriend” he gave Kuchel your name. He called your name “this is my mother, Kuchel.”

You blushed and bowed to her. “It’s very lovely to meet you. Thank you for welcoming me into your home for the holidays.” You stood up and offered the bouquet to her.

Kuchel welled up as she gazed at you. “Oh…”

You lowered the flowers a little as your stomach dropped. “Levi?”

Levi took the bouquet from you. “Be prepared.”

“For what?” You squealed as Kuchel tackled you into a tight hug. You gasped as she squeezed you so hard your back clicked. “Ah!”

Kuchel snuggled against you. “You’re so cute! So kind! So pretty! So sweet! So adorable! Oh, I want to keep you!” She pulled back and cupped your face. “Welcome! My home is your home now.” She kissed your cheek. “Call me mum or ma while you’re here, okay?”

You blushed and nodded. “I-I will.”

She gasped when she saw you well up. “Oh, darling it’s okay.”

You rubbed your tears. “S-sorry, I j-just love your son s-so much. I j-just wanted y-you to li-like me.”

Kuchel hugged you tightly. “I like you so much! Levi has told me everything about you. He would not stop talking about you! He’s so madly in love.”

Levi blushed. “Ma…”

She winked at him. “It’s a good thing.”

You giggled and rubbed your tears away. “I’m glad he loves me as much as I love him.”

Levi handed Kuchel the bouquet. “Here,” he said your name and pulled you close “picked them out for you.”

Kuchel hugged them. “They are so beautiful! Thank you.”

You smiled softly. “I’m glad you like them.” You fiddled with your coat. “Do you need assistance in the kitchen?”

She kissed your cheek. “I’m okay, sweetheart. You go unpack with Levi. Levi? Show her around a bit, okay?”

Levi nodded. “I will.” Levi smiled at you. “Come on, bunny.”

You took your winter things off and boots before grabbing the bags. “Ready, bear.”

Levi took his things off and picked up the suitcases. He walked up the stairs and led you down the hall to a door. He blushed a little and pushed it open to show his room was perfectly clean and it was clear his mother had been in and changed the sheets on his double bed. He blushed bright red when he saw the box of condoms and some lube on the bed. Next to the items was a card that said be safe.

Levi dropped the suitcases and raced over to the gifts. He grabbed them and shoved them into his drawer before turning to you and saw you were looking around his room and didn’t notice. However, now Levi had sex in his head. He was a virgin and he knew you were because you had told him. You’d both been a couple for two and a half months now. He was nervous about making things intimate with you, mainly because he had no experience and didn’t want to hurt you or fuck up.

You giggled as you stood in front of his computer and gazed at the board hanging up covered in photos. You were laughing at a picture of him in high school with his two friends, Furlan and Isabel. You looked over at Levi and smiled. “You looked cute in high school.”

Levi walked over to you and looked at the photos. “I look pissed off.”

You frowned. “You look happy to me.”

Levi blushed at your words. He couldn’t believe how much you could read him and how you understood him. He was happy the day the picture was taken, but most told him he looked pissed off. He was so thankful you were in his life and you really got him. He put his arm around you and pulled you close to him. He kissed your temple and hummed against your skin.

You giggled. “What?”

He smiled at you. “You just get me. Most say I look annoyed, but you see me as happy and I was happy.”

You looked at the pictures and noticed a tall guy with long hair, facial hair and a grin. “Who is that? You look annoyed with him.”

Levi sighed. “My uncle Kenny. He’s mum’s brother. He pisses me off a lot. He runs in and out of our lives and it upsets my mum when he does. She thinks he’s coming back, but then he’d not and he runs off and is just out of our lives for a long time.” He let out a long sigh. “I don’t like that he does it to my mum, but at the same time my mum loves him a lot.”

“It’s hard.” You hugged Levi’s side. “You’re wonderful to look after her and stay close to her in life.”

Levi blushed. “I try my best for her.”

You kissed his neck. “You’re a good man.”

“You’re too kind.”

You let him go and turned to the cases. “We should unpack.” You walked up to your suitcase. “So, where is your spare room?”

Levi blushed a little. “W-Well, I was h-hopping you’d umm…sleep with me.” He gazed at you. “A-Ah, i-it’s cause I l-love c-cuddling with you.”

You smiled at him. “I’ll s-stay.”

“Th-thank you.” He flinched. “A-ah! Your clothes.” He cleared his throat and hurried to his drawers. “You could put some in my drawers as I emptied them for uni.”

You walked over to a drawer. “Sure.”

Levi looked over and gasped. “Wait!”

You opened the drawer and saw the condoms and lube Levi had shoved in there, along with the card written by his mother. “W-Wow.”

Levi slammed the drawer closed. “S-Sorry.”

You looked up at Levi. “W-Well, she’s right.” You gulped hard as you felt a tingle in your body. “We should stay safe.”

Levi locked eyes with you. “Y-yeah. You’re right.”

You took Levi’s hand and kissed him. “When we’re both ready, at least we know we are prepared, right?”

He nodded and squeezed your hand as his nerves washed away. He felt comforted by you and relaxed. “We are prepared and we’ll take our time.”

You kissed him and sighed through your nose. You moaned a little when Levi grabbed your hips and squeezed them a little. You wrapped your arms around his neck and hummed in happiness. You slowly walked backwards and sat on the bed. You lay back as you pulled Levi down to lie on you. You pulled at his shirt a little and moved it up. You revealed his abs a little and danced your fingers over his sensitive skin.

Levi tangled his fingers in your hair as his other hand moved up to your breasts. He gripped your right breast and squeezed a little before massaging. He smiled when you moaned at his touch, which meant he was doing well to make you feel good. He was a little scared of hurting you and was happy that he wasn’t causing you harm. He wanted you to feel special and loved. He was so excited that he was touching you like this, kissing you, moving against you and you were touching him up as well.

You leaned your head back causing Levi to kiss down your face to your neck. You panted and moaned as he sucked and nipped your delicate skin. You pushed his shirt up further and moved your hands over his pecs. You blushed as Levi shifted and let you take his shirt off. You gazed at his muscles and lightly touched him. You nibbled your lip before shifting and taking your shirt off. You blushed hard and pressed your arms against your breasts held behind your bra.

You whined a little. “Sorry, I’m not very pretty.”

Levi cupped the side of your face. “You’re stunning. I love you for you.”

You relaxed under him and moved your arms away from your chest so Levi could take in your breasts in a soft comfy bra. “I love you too.”

He reached towards your breasts before pausing. “May I?”

You took his hand and placed it on your breast. “You may.”

Levi massaged your chest slowly. He leaned down and kissed you and sighed through his nose. He lowered his weight against you again. He moved against you before kissing down your body. He nipped the skin between your breasts before sucking love bites all over them. Levi growled when you ran your fingers through his hair and tugged a little. He flicked his gaze up at you and smiled when you smiled at him showing you were comfortable and happy.

Kuchel shoved Levi’s door open. “Levi? Are you done showing…” She stopped a moment and stared at her shirtless son lying on top of his shirtless girlfriend. She stared at the lovebites on your chest and Levi’s hand on your breast. “Well, I didn’t expect you to start on those condoms yet, but as long as you’re being safe.”

You covered your face with your hands and turned away from Kuchel a bit. “Oh, my god.”

Levi climbed off you and hurried over to his mother. “Ma…”

Kuchel held her hand up and hummed a laugh. “It’s perfectly natural what you’re both doing.”

“Ma!”

She gazed at her son before looking over at you. “Go get some drinks ready, okay? I’ll talk to your girlfriend.” She approached you and picked up your shirt as you hugged yourself. She smiled at you when she saw you were close to tears. “Sweetheart, don’t cry, okay?”

You rubbed your tears away. “Sorry.”

She helped you put your shirt on. “What for?”

“Well, we just met today and I want you to like me, but here I am getting dressed by you covered in lovebites.”

Kuchel hummed a laugh. “Seeing you like this hasn’t changed how I see or think about you, okay?” She smiled. “I used to get up to all sorts of things as a young girl. I had Levi, so I know exactly what people do behind closed doors. Honestly, it’s my fault for running in.” She wiped your tears away. “Did you consent?”

You frowned. “Consent? Oh, you mean to what you caught us doing? Yes, yes I did.”

“Good.”

“Your son is a good man. He’s kind and caring in every way.” You blushed a little. “Plus, we’re the same.”

She frowned a little. “Same?” She gasped when it clicked. “Oh! So, you’ll be each other’s firsts in everything. That’s so adorable.” She hugged you tightly. “Please, take care of him. His muscles, scars and tattoos might look tough, but he is a soft and delicate boy.”

You giggled. “He’s a big softie. I call him my bear.”

“Oh, that’s so him! Does he call you something?”

“Bunny.”

She pinched your cheeks. “You are like one.”

Levi opened his room door. “Hey, so I have drinks ready.”

Kuchel kissed your cheek and walked over to her son. “I want to say I’m sorry I embarrassed you. I’ve had a word with your girlfriend and it’s all okay.”

You walked over to Levi. “It’s all good.” You smiled at Levi. “I’m excited to have that drink and delicious dinner.”

Kuchel put her arm around you. “I can’t wait for you to try my food!” She released you and hurried past. “I’ll dish it all out! We’ll be a big happy family.”

Levi released a sigh and looked over at you. “I’m sorry about what happened.”

You hugged Levi and pressed your face against his chest. “Don’t be sorry, okay? It was an accident she saw us. We’ll just have to be careful next time.”

Levi blushed bright red. “Next time? Y-Yes, next time.”

You wrapped up warm and smiled at Kuchel. “Come join us, please?”

Kuchel blushed a little. “I wouldn’t want to ruin your date my sweet.”

You and Kuchel had grown close over the past few days, to the point that you were always together, laughing, cooking, talking or sharing things. Levi was very happy about it and let you and his mother connect. He only reacted when the baby photos were brought out. He tried to hide them, but you ended up seeing them and adoring them so much. However, at the mention of babies you and Levi blushed hard.

So, on hearing you inviting his mother on the date, he understood. He would love to bring her along so she wasn’t left alone at home, but he knew why his mother was saying no. He had to give her a tiny push to get her to come with you both.

He smiled softly at her and grabbed her coat she wore a lot. “Come on, ma. Come with us.”

Kuchel blushed as you both fussed over her. “Oh, you two are too kind. Fine, fine, I’ll come with you.”

“Thank you.”

You grinned. “Thank you, mama Kuchel.”

She picked up her car keys. “But I’m driving. You two should snuggle in the back.”

Levi blushed. “Tch, sure.”

She grabbed her purse and hurried out the door. “Come on, my darlings. Let’s go on a little Ackerman outing.”

Levi opened the door for you before he got in the other side and shuffled up to you. He placed his hand on your thigh as he blushed a little. He squeezed the inside of your thigh as he looked out the window. He finally looked over at you when his mum started driving. He smiled a little before leaning over and kissing you. He blushed when you rested the side of your head against his shoulder as you hugged the arm of the hand that was holding your thigh.

Kuchel pulled up to the aquarium and smiled. “It’s been so long since I’ve been here.” She let out a long sigh. “I think the last time was with Levi when he was little.”

Levi blushed. “Yeah, it was fun.”

You smiled a little. “I’m glad I’m part of the revisit.”

Levi helped you out of the car. “We’re happy to have you along.” He held your hand tightly. “Now, don’t let go of my hand, okay? I don’t want to lose you. Someone could easily take you from me.”

You blushed a bit before laughing. “I doubt it.”

Kuchel smiled softly. “You really don’t understand how beautiful you are, do you?”

Your cheeks burned hot. “I-I’m not.”

Levi watched you pull your woolly hat down a bit further as you tried to hide. “Bunny, say one nice thing about yourself.”

You gripped his hand tightly. “Levi.”

“Come on, remember the technique we’ve been doing.” He pressed the end of your nose making you smile. “You can do it.”

“I uh…” You gulped hard as your mind went blank. This little technique Levi had you doing whenever you feel down or said something bad about yourself. So, you were trying hard to think of something. “I have nice cheeks?” You patted the cheeks on your face. “They’re cute.”

Levi purred at you. “They’re cute and biteable.”

You giggled as Levi kissed them. “Yes.”

“Well done.”

Kuchel welled up. “You two…” She flapped her arms. “So cute.”

Levi hugged you. “Proud of you. You’re doing so well with this.”

You squeezed him. “Thank you for helping me be more positive about myself.”

Kuchel hugged you from behind so you were squished between her and Levi. “I’m glad we’re creating positivity. You’re both perfect babies.” She released you and grinned. “Let’s go see the fish!”

You hummed a laugh as she charged ahead. “You’re mum is the best.”

Levi smiled. “She is.” He held your hand. “Now, remember to hold on, okay?”

You nodded before walking with Levi to the aquarium. You caught up with Kuchel and blushed as Kuchel got her purse out. “Oh, I’ll pay.”

She winked at you. “I’ve got this. Let me treat you both seeing as I tagged along.”

“Thank you.”

Levi blushed a little. “Thanks, ma.”

She grabbed the leaflet and led you both down the hall and into the first area. You walked together as a group and Levi made sure he held your hand. You moved from spot to spot and marvelled at all the fish they had. You were impressed with the range of life and how big some of the tanks were. Lights trickled through the water and danced in the observation rooms.

You looked up at Levi and smiled a little before kissing him. You giggled as he blushed hard. “You look really nice with the lights dancing off your skin. May I take a picture of you?”

He blushed hard. “Tch, only if you’re in it with me.”

You pulled your phone out and selected the camera. “S-Sure.” You cuddled up to Levi and took a selfie with him. You looked at the picture and smiled. “It’s nice. You look very handsome, but I don’t think…” You looked up at Levi. “I uh…how about another?”

Levi pulled you close and kissed your cheek for the next picture. He smiled for another and loved all the pictures you took because you looked adorable to him. “Can I have them?”

You nodded and sent them over to him. “There you go.”

Levi set the pictures as his home screen and his lock screen. “Perfect.”

Kuchel ran over and looked at the photos. “Send them to me! I want to show off my son’s perfect girlfriend!”

Levi sent them over to his mother. “There, they’re all yours.”

Kuchel squealed in delight. “I love them! Thank you.”

Levi watched his mother hurry off. “She’s funny.”

You giggled. “She’s just really happy for us.”

“She is.” He blushed a bit. “Do you want to sit down?”

You held Levi’s hand. “In the next room.” You kissed his hand. “I’m going to talk to your mum about something private. Can you manage without me?”

He whined. “Maybe.”

You hummed a laugh. “You’ll be okay.” You blew him a kiss before walking over to Kuchel to discuss a birthday present. “Ku…I mean mother? Could we talk about a present for Levi?”

She smiled brightly. “I’d love to!”

Levi walked a bit behind you and his mother. He wanted so badly to be with you, but he also knew you and his mother needed a moment. He was glad you were both getting on well, but he was beginning to miss you a lot. He couldn’t help but whine a little. He had changed so much as a person since meeting you. He used to be so independent before you and now he can’t do much without you. He needed you.

“Levi?”

He flinched at a voice, almost recoiled from it. He recognised the voice belonging to a woman who had adored him in high school. He only knew she liked him when he was graduating. She had confessed to him, but he rejected her simply because he was going off to university and she was going elsewhere. There was also the factor that he didn’t feel anything for her. He just couldn’t be with her. You were the first person he ever had romantic feelings for.

He turned to the young lady who was blushing hard. “Yeah?”

She shifted a little. “Do you remember me?”

“Wendy, right?”

She nodded. “Yes! I can’t believe you remember me.”

He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. “Yeah, so you here with someone?”

She looked over to her giggling friends. “That’s right. I’m here with my friends.” She looked back at Levi. “I saw you and wanted to come over.”

He hummed. “Right.”

She gulped. “So, you home for the holidays?”

“Tch, yeah.”

She moved closer to him. “Well, how about we go out on a date or something for your birthday?” She grabbed his hand in both of hers. “We can have so much fun together! We can catch up and you can tell me all about your time at university.”

Levi shook his head. “Sorry, I’m not interested.”

She pulled on his hand a little. “Oh, come on.”

“Bear?” You hurried over with the map of the aquarium with a twinkle in your eyes. “Bear!”

Levi yanked his hand from Wendy and saw you noticed it. “Bunny.”

You gripped the map a little as you gulped hard. You smiled at Levi and showed him the map. “They have a deep sea section. I can’t believe they managed to get the tank pressurised and managed to get the fish here.”

Levi took the map from you and smiled a little as he looked it over. “We’ll go there and have a look. They even have jellyfish.”

“They’re really pretty. Sorry I interrupted you two talking.”

Wendy smiled. “I’m Wendy. I went to high school with Levi.” She grinned as she gazed at Levi. “I asked him out on our last day, but he said no because of university.”

Levi sighed. “I uh…I need to talk to you about that.” He released a long sigh. “I said it was because of university, but it was mainly because I didn’t share the same feelings you had for me. I’m sorry.”

Wendy looked over at you. “Who is she?”

Levi took your hand and smiled. “My girlfriend and the love of my life.”

You blushed a little at his words. “Love you too, Levi.”

Wendy gripped her skirt as she fought emotions inside her. “So, she’s your type?”

Levi frowned a moment as he thought about what Wendy said. “Well, I don’t have a type. If you were to ask me what’s my type I’d just say this one’s name. My type is her, all of her, not women like her but her.” Levi pulled you along. “Come on, my mum is waiting for us. Sorry, again Wendy. I hope you find someone.” He walked with you for a bit before sighing. “Sorry.”

You kissed Levi’s shoulder. “Don’t be sorry, okay? Telling her you don’t love her must have been really hard for you. I know you mentioned uni to spare her feelings a bit.”

He hummed in response. “You’re right. I told her it was because of uni so I didn’t hurt her feelings too much, but I guess I should have been clearer because she held on.”

“I think being honest was good. I mean, I love honesty when it comes to feelings.” You stopped a moment as you watched Kuchel looking at the fish. “I don’t think much of myself so I often shoot myself down when it comes to people I have feelings for. So, honesty is something I value.” You looked at Levi in his beautiful blue eyes. “Thank you for being honest with how you feel about me often. You reassure me that this isn’t a dream and we really are together and you love me.”

Levi gripped your hips and kissed you. He smiled against your lips. “Thank you to you too. You telling me that you love me too is reassuring as well. I love you so much.”

“I love you too. I love you so much.”

Levi held you tightly. “Don’t ever leave me.”

You gripped Levi’s back. “Never. I’m stuck with you for life.”

He squeezed you tightly. “Good.” He let you go and held your hand as he walked with you over to his mother. “Let’s investigate these fish.”

“Yes.”

Levi looked down at you. “So, are there people like Wendy in your past?”

You hummed in thought. “I guess? I’ve had a small number of guys ask me out, but only small.”

Levi squeezed your hand. “Tch, assholes.”

You giggled at his response. “It was only a small number, okay?”

“Mine.”

You hugged his side. “Yes.”

You lay in bed next to Levi as he slept soundly. You smiled a little at how delicate and thick his lashes were. You reached over and ran your finger down the bridge of his adorable button nose. You blushed as loving steel-blue eyes gazed at you sleepily. You giggled as strong arms wrapped around you and dragged you close to a warm muscular body.

Levi nuzzled the crook of your neck and inhaled deeply. “You’re so soft, warm and you smell incredible.”

You closed your eyes a moment and enjoyed the embrace your boyfriend had on you. “You’re all that too. You’re so cuddly and warm.” You shuffled up causing your body to drag against Levi’s. You smiled and settled so you could gaze at Levi. “You smell wonderful.” You kissed him and hummed in happiness. “I have something important to say.”

“Oh yeah?”

You nodded and cupped his face. “Happy birthday.”

Levi blushed hard as he gazed at you. “Th-thank you.”

“I got you a nice gift.” You sat up and reached over to the bedside drawer you’d been using. You rummaged and picked up a little box. “Here.”

Levi sat up as he gazed at you in his shirt. He smiled a little as he sat before you in only PJ bottoms. He stared at the little gift in your hands and blushed. “Thank you.”

You handed it over to your blushing boyfriend. “I hope you like it.”

Levi pulled the ribbon off before unwrapping the little box. He blushed harder knowing it was a ring box. He opened it to see a black steel ring inside. “Wow.”

You blushed. “Th-the middle bit s-spins.”

Levi picked it up and turned the middle bit and noticed a circle cut out. He kept moving until it lined up with a little surprise underneath. He blushed at seeing a tiny white heart. “Cute.”

You smiled a little. “I just thought I’d get you a little something.”

Levi slipped the ring on his ring finger. “Perfect.”

You blushed hard and grabbed his left hand. “Le-Levi.”

He grabbed the back of your neck as his thumb soothingly rub against your skin. “It’s where it belongs.” He leaned closer and spoke against your lips. “Thank you.” He pressed his soft lips against yours and hummed in happiness. “You’re so sweet.”

You wrapped your arms around Levi’s neck and slowly pulled him down onto you. “I just want you to be happy.”

Levi looked down at you as you lay on his bed. His cheeks burned as his pupils widened. He had thoughts racing through his head and he was trying everything for his dick not to give those thoughts away. He leaned down again and kissed you as you clung to him. He was so happy with the ring because it made him feel like you’d fully claimed him. He was filled with so much joy that you were his and you gave him such a beautiful ring.

You pulled from Levi’s lips and placed your fingertips on them. “I have another idea, but only if you want to.”

Levi looked down at you. “S-Sure.”

You reached down and played with the hem of his PJ bottoms. “U-Um, well…h-how about s-some gr-grinding. S-So, you rub your d-dick along m-me.”

Levi whined a little as his cock twitched. “Will it feel good for you?”

You nodded. “Y-Yes, be-because you’ll rub against m-my umm…clit.”

Levi gulped hard and reached down. “Can…can I touch it?”

You parted your legs and touched your clit. You placed your fingers on either side of your clit and took Levi’s hand. “I-It’s here.”

Levi reached down and caressed you a little making you hum and blush. “You’re really wet.”

You turned your head in embarrassment. “D-Don’t say that.”

He ran his fingers from your pussy and up to your clit. “I’m sorry, was that embarrassing to say?”

You removed your hand from yourself and whined a little as Levi lightly played with your clit. “I-It’s just…I d-don’t know.” You moaned at Levi’s playful and slow touches. “Le-Levi. Mm.”

Levi blushed a little. “Does this make you feel really good?”

You nodded shyly. “Y-Yes.”

He moved his fingers a little faster. “Good. I want to make you feel good.” He blushed as he kissed you. “I’ll make sure to rub it a lot with my cock.”

You covered your face with both of your hands. “Y-Yes. I w-want that.”

Levi moved his hand from you and pulled out his boner. He gulped hard and pulled your underwear down a little allowing him to line his cock along your pussy lips. He shivered as he felt your wetness and heat on him. He shivered and whined a little. He’d touched himself before, but this was very different and he knew that when you both had sex, he was going to have to control his body to stop himself from cumming hard so quickly.

You shifted your legs a little. “You’re really thick.”

Levi blushed. “Th-That bad?”

You shook your head. “N-No, I think you’re perfect.”

“I’m glad.” He cupped the side of your face and began moving his hips. He hummed and whined as his hard cock slid backwards and forwards between your slit. “Ngh, s-so good.” He panted. “You feel good.”

You whined at him as you felt him rub your clit. “Y-You too.”

Levi pressed his lips against yours as he felt hungry for you. He bit your lip before pushing his tongue into your mouth. He moaned and moved his hips against you. His loving hand ran down your body to your hip. He angled them just a little making your moan change in pitch. Levi knew now that he was giving you a lot more pleasure than before. He felt excited as his body tingled in pleasure. You felt so good below him. He wanted you to shower you in love.

You gripped Levi’s thick muscular shoulders. You moaned and mewled into the kiss as you felt your coil tighten up slowly. Your body tingled in delight as your lover moved against you. You’d touched yourself before, but this was different. There was something in the way that Levi was moving, kissing and touching you that made your pleasure increase. You tangled your fingers in Levi’s hair and whined against his lips as your heart raced in your chest.

Levi pulled from your lips and kissed along your jawline. “I love you.” He panted against your sensitive skin making you shiver. “I love you.” He kissed your neck and bit you a little hard. “I love you.” He moved a little faster against you making you moan in delight. He panted and grunted against your ear making your spine tingle. “I love you.” He gripped your body hard as if he was being possessive with you. He kissed your neck a little and whimpered against your skin. “I love you.”

You whined. “I lo-love you too.” You gasped as you felt on the cusp. “Le-Levi.”

Levi moaned your name against your neck. “Mine.”

You clenched up and whimpered as you felt your coil snap. You covered your mouth with your hands and moaned as your legs shook. You blushed hard as Levi pulled from your neck and watched you as you came hard. You looked away from him. “Mm.”

Levi cupped the side of your face. “S-So beautiful.” He panted as he moved against you. “So pretty.” He grunted. “Ngh, ah, ha, ha.” He gripped the pillow hard as he felt himself cum all over your panties, thighs and slit. “Sh-shit.”

You gazed up at Levi with eyes wide at how incredibly beautiful Levi looked as he let go. You marvelled at his messy raven hair, the sweat rolling on his skin, the soft panting and the look of love in his eyes. “Handsome.”

Levi blushed before hugging you and hiding his face in the crook of your neck. “I’m sorry.”

You played with his hair. “For what?”

“I made you a mess. I’m sorry.” He shifted allowing you to feel he was still hard. “A-And for being h-hard.”

You turned your head and kissed the side of Levi’s head. “I ca-can help.” You moved Levi to lie on his back. You got off the bed and took off your cum covered panties. You wiggled them down before looking up at Levi. You smiled at him. “Just putting them in the wash basket for now.” You tossed them in the basket before crawling up the bed. You lay on your stomach between Levi’s legs. You gazed at Levi’s twitching cock. “Wow, I’ve never been this close to a dick before. It’s so thick and it’s twitching.” You ran a finger up and down his length. “There’s a thick vein on it and the tip is so pink.”

Levi threw his arms over his face. “I-It’s horrible.”

You took his erection into your hard and moved it a little as you observed him. “It’s pretty. You have a wonderful cock.”

He moved his arms and leaned up on his forearms as he watched you. “R-Really?”

You nodded before tucking your hair behind your ear. “I’ve never done this before, so I’m sorry if I’m not good. I’ll try my best.”

“W-Well, I’ve n-never had it done to me be-before. S-so I don’t know wh-what I’d like. I-I’ll try.” He cleared his throat. “A-Anyway, I know you’ll be perfect.”

You smiled a little. “Thank you.”

He clenched his fists. “T-Try focusing on m-my tip.”

You nodded and accepted his information. You slid closer and ran your tongue slowly up his cock making Levi whimper. You moved his cock a little but accidentally caused it to pat against your lips. “Ah, so heavy.”

Levi whined. “D-Do that again.”

You tapped his tip against your lips. “Like this?”

Levi moaned. “S-So cute.”

You smiled at him before kissing his tip. You moved your tongue against him and imagined Levi was a lollipop. You pushed his tip into your mouth and hummed against him. You massaged him with your tongue as you sucked. You gulped when you tasted something coming from Levi. You pulled back a little and blushed as it spread over your tongue. You eyed his slit to see it was precum. You smiled and sucked his tip again.

You flicked your gaze up to Levi and smiled at him. You watched the blush spread over his cheeks as he admired you sucking his cock. You pulled back and licked your lips. “Does it feel good?”

He whined and nodded. “Y-Yes, s-so good.” He panted as you sucked his tip again. “You’re incredible. S-So warm, s-so hot. Ngh.” He gritted his teeth as you sank your mouth down on him. “F-Fuck.” He watched your head bob up and down on him. “Bunny.”

You pulled your head back and panted. “Through the nose and remember the tongue.”

“Bunny?”

You looked up at him. “Yes?”

He reached over and rubbed your cheek. “You’re doing incredible. Don’t worry too much, okay?” He shivered. “You’re so good.”

You smiled at Levi. “I’m glad. This is the first time for me. I’ll get better.”

“You’re the best. Don’t change.”

You blushed a little before taking Levi’s cock into your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down and took as much of his cock as you could. You sucked and hummed causing vibrations to go through Levi. You looked up as he panted and moaned at you. You watched his chest heave with every pleasure-filled pant that came out of his plump and kissable lips.

Levi flopped back on his bed as he fought the urge to cum, but your mouth felt so good. He threw his arms over his face as he moaned and whimpered at your tongue pressing and massaging him. He squeezed his fists tightly and whined as he couldn’t hold back anymore. You felt incredible as your wet tongue moved against him. He loved feeling the outside of your pussy and your clit and he really liked your mouth, so he could only imagine how incredible your pussy was.

Levi shoved his fingers through his messy raven hair. He groaned. “Sh-shit.” He called your name as he came into your mouth. “A-Ah!”

You pulled back after gulping what you thought was all of his cum, but you were wrong. You flinched as some got on your face. You gasped. “Oh.”

Levi went bright red. “I-I’m s-so sorry!”

You sat up on your thighs. “It’s okay.”

He jumped off his bed and scooped you up into his arms. He ran with you to his private bathroom and sat you on the toilet. “I made you messy. I’m really sorry.” He tucked himself away and got a wet cloth and began cleaning your face. “Why is there so much?” He opened your legs and blushed bright red as he stared at your pussy covered in his cum. “A-Ah.”

You took the cloth. “I c-can do it i-if it’s too m-much for you.”

He shook his head and took it back. “I-I can.” He slowly cleaned you up before putting the cloth in the water-filled sink. He gripped your lower legs and gulped. “May I?”

You blushed bright red as Levi tugged your legs to open them. “O-Okay, y-yes.”

He opened your legs wide and looked at you. “S-Sorry if you don’t like it. I um…I’m like you, I’ve never seen in person.” He parted your lips and admired you. “Beautiful. So, these lips here are sensitive?”

You shivered as he touched you. “Y-Yes.”

He moved his fingers up to your clit. “So, this is your clit.” He smiled. “It looks like a cute little pearl.”

You blushed. “Thank you.”

He flicked his gaze down. “Your…your…” he gulped hard “your pussy.”

You gasped as Levi leaned closer with his tongue out. You grabbed his head and stopped him. “W-Wait.”

He looked up at you. “What’s wrong?”

You closed your legs and looked away as you blushed. “I just uh…you don’t have to do that.”

He frowned. “But I want to. I want to taste you.”

You leaned down and kissed Levi. “Only if you want it.”

“I really want it. I love you and seeing you cum this morning…” his cheeks burned “it was incredible.”

“I want it then.”

Levi smiled as he kissed the inside of your thigh. “I’ll try my best.”

You parted your legs but heard Kuchel’s voice getting louder. You shoved Levi back from you. “Your mum!”

Levi jumped to his feet. “I-I’ll have a shower. Umm.”

You ran to the door. “I’ll greet her.”

“You have no panties on.”

“I’ll get them on!” You ran to your clothes and yanked a pair on before Kuchel knocked. You hurried to the door and smiled at her. “Morning.”

Kuchel smiled brightly. “Good morning!” She spied the lovebite on your neck. “Looks like Levi is awake and in a great mood.”

You covered up the bite on your neck. “He is. He loved the present I got him.”

“So cute!”

You smiled softly. “He’s in the shower. I can help you sort out dinner.”

She clapped her hands. “Please! Oh, don’t tell Levi, but his uncle is here. Kenny wanted to surprise him! Isn’t that great?”

Your stomach dropped. You knew very well that Levi didn’t like his uncle much anymore because he would run in and out of Kuchel’s life. “Uh…well…”

“Please?”

Levi walked out of his bathroom with a towel around his hips. He rubbed his hair dry with another. “Morning ma.”

Kuchel waved. “Happy birthday!”

“Thank you.” He frowned when he saw you were a little white. “Everything okay?”

Kuchel hugged your arm. “It’s fantastic.”

Levi walked over to you. “You sure?”

“OI, OI! KUCHEL!? WHERE’S THE BEER?”

Levi narrowed his eyes at his mother. “Is that who I think it is?”

Kuchel smiled. “Levi, sweetheart, he just wanted to see you for your birthday.”

“I don’t want to see that son of a bitch!”

Kuchel whined. “He’s your uncle. He’s family.”

“Just because he’s family doesn’t mean I want to see him or be around him. He does nothing but hurt you! He’s a washed-up piece of shit. He killed a guy!”

Kuchel put her hands up. “Darling, it was self-defence, you know that and the courts and cops proved it.”

Levi pulled you against his chest. “I don’t want him anywhere near the woman I love.”

“Kuchel!” He stormed up the stairs and sighed. “Oi, sis?” He walked down the hall to Levi’s room. “The lad not coming out? Come on, it’s been five years!” Kenny stood next to his sister and grinned at his nephew. “Holy shit, look at you! All those muscles, tattoos and scars! You’ve grown up into a big lad!” Kenny eyed you. “Well, well, well, look at that! You have a girlfriend.”

Levi shoved you behind him. “Tch, fuck off you lowlife.”

“Come on lad.”

“Come on? Come on!? You keep hurting my mother! You come into our lives and promise us you’ll stay and you’ll be good, but then you walk out of our lives for years! I have to pick up the pieces of my mother’s heart and I have to get jobs to give my mother back the money you steal from her. I won’t let it happen again.”

Kuchel whimpered as Kenny turned. “Kenny, don’t go…”

Kenny wafted his hand. “I know when I’m not wanted.”

You whipped on a bra and trousers before you ran after Kenny leaving a confused Levi and Kuchel behind. “Excuse me? Kenny? Can we talk?”

He released the front door handle and turned to you. “Sure thing sugar. What have you got to say?”

“Do you really mean well? Do you really want to be back in their lives? Do you really mean what you say about being here?”

He nodded. “Yes, I do.”

You walked right up to him. “Swear it. Swear to me.”

“Little missy, I don’t know who you are but I swear I’ll be good this time.” He chuckled. “I mean, what are you going to do?”

You punched him in the nose making his head whip back and blood pour out. “I’ll cut your goddamn balls off, okay!? I love Levi more than anything in this whole fucking world. I adore his mother and see her as my second mother! If you so much as hurt them just a little, I will hunt you down and rain down a fiery fury as you’ve never seen before. I will unleash the ten plagues of vengeance upon you. Got it?”

Kenny clicked his nose. “Message received.” He looked behind you and smiled. “You’ve got a keeper here.”

You turned to see Kuchel and Levi were both on the verge of crying. “Oh, uh…sorry.”

Levi hurried over to you and inspected your hands. “Tch, his stupid face hurt your hand.”

Kuchel ran over to you. “Poor baby. You protected us so nicely.”

Kenny frowned. “Anyone gonna look after me?”

Kuchel glared at him. “You kind of deserve it. You can fix your own nose.”

“Thanks.”

Levi moved you into the kitchen. “You hit him hard.”

You smiled a little. “Well, I have a family I love to protect.” You watched Levi clean your hand. “I remembered the stories you told me about him, how he would hurt you both, the pictures of the two of you together and you being sad, how he took too much money once. I want to protect you, both of you.”

Levi cupped your face and kissed you. He bit your lip before pushing his tongue into your mouth and moaning as he kissed you passionately. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” You sighed. “Sorry that I did this on your birthday and after what we did.”

Levi nuzzled his nose against yours. “Best birthday gift ever. You stood up for me and my mother, you declared your love for me to my uncle, you broke my uncle’s nose, you defended us and made threats. I would say this is a perfect birthday.”

You giggled as Levi showered your face in kisses. “I’m glad.”

He pulled you closer and whispered to you. “About the bathroom and what I was going to do…could I try tonight? I want to.”

Your cheeks burned hot as you thought about Levi eating you out. You nodded shyly. “I would like that.”

“Great. M-Me too. I-I really want to.” He kissed you and sighed. “I’m kind of addicted to making you um…cum. You looked so hot and cute.” He growled a little. “I want to see it more. What does that make me? What does it mean if I’m addicted to seeing you in pleasure?”

You blushed. “I-I don’t know, b-but it sounds fun.”

“I guess with time, we’ll discover all our kinks, right?”

You nodded. “And we’ll communicate and be open about it all.”

He kissed you and smiled against your lips. “Exactly, bunny.”

You hummed a laugh. “Bear.”

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emptymasks · 1 year

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i guess it’s that time of year again where everyone says good omens is queer baiting because crowley and aziraphale haven't expressed physical affection and desire and so it’s that time of year again where i mention how much this representation means to asexual and aromantic / aspec people and saying that having two characters (i refrain from saying men as crowley is confirmed genderfluid by the way, which people tend to ignore, i don’t know how you can call a show with genderfluid and non-binary characters ‘nothing but queerbaiting’) have to kiss or have sex to be queer is actually pretty hurtful to people in your own community. crowley and aziraphale not kissing doesn’t make them less queer, also he hasn’t confirmed that there won’t be a romance and keeps saying ‘wait and see’ because 1. he doesn’t want to spoil the show 2. he likely cannot spoil the show legally without getting into trouble

every time i think the fandom is past this, you’re not. and i understand, i understand what it would mean to have a show like this have two leads played by actors of the same gender kiss. but a lot of the fandom who throw around the queerbaiting term (which means something was set up and not followed through on which isn’t true by the way, there’s plenty of room to interpret aziraphale and crowley as platonically in love) always seem to ignore the aspec people who talk about how much this representation means to them and there’s even less aspec representation out there and queer-platonic-partner representation in mainstream media than there is gay romances. and unless some kind of deal with amazon prime is stopping him, if anyone watched gaiman’s other show this year, the sandman, i think it’s safe to say he doesn’t care about cramming as many gay, lesbian, bi and non-binary characters as he wants into his shows. perhaps if he’s not putting a romantic/sexual relationship with aziraphale and crowley it’s because he doesn’t feel it’s right for those characters to express their love that way, they are his characters after all, and maybe they are in love romantically, but they’ll never have sex, or never want to kiss, but they’ll say their i love yous in season two.

it’s a little silly to accuse a show of queerbaiting when the show isn’t out yet, we don’t know what will happen, and containing accusations of queerbaiting and homophobia towards neil gaiman because of good omens despite the release of the sandman tv show and the representation in that show. i understand the want for more on screen queer kisses, but i don’t think it’s accurate to accuse the show of queerbaiting. maybe use that term for shows that have actually done that and had harmful representation, homophobic representation, transphobic representation, shows that have actually caused actual hurt to real lgbt+ people, not just shows that have made you really want two characters to kiss and then disappointed you even though the characters have still been confirmed to be in love, just that love works differently for them than it does for us, and that at least one of the characters in canonically not-cis and the other might be as well. the first show with genderfluid representation that yes could have been more explicit but god it could have been actively transphobic like a different fandom show, the first main fandom show i’ve seen to have characters with they/them pronouns, with neopronouns, just.... i get that good omens means a lot to people, it gave us a lot of hope, but this isn’t he show to go cancel culture on because it hasn’t let the two characters having the slowest long burn of history be ready to kiss yet, or even have to kiss to prove they’re in love

this is just my opinion as a gay trans aspec person who definitely relates to aziraphale taking thousands of years to realise he’s in love and decades later still not be ready to kiss the person he’s in love with. i love my partner, we’ve been together close to a year, and i’m still not ready and comfortable to engage in kisses nor sex yet, and some aspec people will never be ready for that or never want that at all, so yes aziraphale and crowley can be in love and not be ready to smooch yet and it doesn’t make them any less in love. it will say i would like the i love yous to be said i the show and not just on twitter, but then again maybe they’re not ready to say it out loud yet.

queerbaiting would be if he said ‘yes omg they’re gonna be so gaaayy’ and then the show comes up and they aren’t gay at all. kinda like idk some big superhero franchise keeps doing. that’s actually queerbaiting. but if doesn’t say they’ll be any romance between them and then there isn’t... that isn’t queerbaiting. subtext and setting love up between them in season one, doesn't mean it has to be romantic or sexual love and i know so many hurt lgbt+ people got their hopes up that this ship would kiss on screen but.. them not kissing.. doesn’t make it queerbaiting, because we weren’t promised that, it just seemed more likely than in other shows given that we know gaiman is alright with putting queer characters in his media... and given we know that idk how anyone can call him a homophobe of transphobe

but who knows. i don’t. and you don’t. because the show literally isn’t out yet. so perhaps given that it isn’t out yet, we can’t and shouldn’t accuse it of anything until it’s actually out otherwise we run the risk of looking very silly

#well.. thems my thoughts #and i think im about to get shoot for them but its just my thoguhts #good omens discourse #queerbaiting #i think maybe that term is thrown around too easily these days #idk its probably used with GO because its made so many hurt lgbt people hopeful #but every time i see these takes its like seeing asexual people get trampeled over #aspec #asexual #demisexual #demiromantic #aromantic #my rambles #mytext #neil gaiman

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magicalyaku · 11 months

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Hey there! I'm back from writing paradise. I admit I might have gotten a little obsessed but that was just because writing is so easy and fun while everything else is always hard. u3u But I basically finished my novel so I have no excuses anymore not to get back into real life. Here's what I read in May! Pretty good month! uAu

Keeper of the Lost Cities 3: Everblaze (Shannon Messenger): The first one in the series I read instead of listening. Was a good choice because I think I missed quite a bit of the first volumes. 8D Also, it's so long. I don't think, me being me, that I would have made it though the audiobook. Don't get me wrong, I like the story. I have a tremendous respect at how it is written, keeping all the plotpoints together, presenting the puzzle pieces little by little, managing the huge cast of people. When I complain next time about a Middle Grade book being too simple and too shallow than this is the kind of book I'm comparing it to. My one problem in this volume was, how the tension never lets down. It's so wound tight all the time, everything is always on the edge of collapsing, including Sophie. It was a little exhausting for me. So I was very glad, there were at least some answers near the end.

The Scottish Boy (Alex de Campi): I went to Scotland at the beginning of May to visit my friend, so what better book to read than this. And what a book. It's the kind of story, where so much happens in the relationship of the protagonists that right after it ends you want to go back to the beginning and read all their first interactions all over again. Hng. It's great. Also Alys, my queen. When she first appeared I was so afraid she'd turn out evil. Because court intrigues and stuff. The ending of this book is all my heart desires. I don't actually like war stories, you know. But after In Memoriam and now this, they sure make good love stories. The drama of for once not knowing where it all goes? Who lives and who doesn't? Damn. I really enjoyed reading this book. The illustrations by Trungles are also verrry nice. uAub

Captive Prince (C.S. Pacat): This was a reread and I read the other two volumes in June, so my thoughts on the series will go there. :)

Wraith, Entity & Presence (Oracle of Senders 3,4 + 3.5) (Mere Joyce): It's so hard to tell my feelings for this series. There's a lot of death and murder, there's choking and burning and failed exorcism and so much danger of death and still it was just so pleasant to read, so charming and nice and laid-back. It's so weird. 8D I liked the cast of characters and the adventure and Cal's and Meander's relationship (the complete lack of gay panic and homophobic surroundings), the classical music references (even though I never looked up a single one). I wish there was a sequel with Cal and Meander as adults. I mean, I realise, it would be difficult to do in a classic novel format because the ghost cases just aren't big enough to last a whole book, but imagine it like a half-hour show oder manga series with a ghost of the week for half the chapter and their happy slice of life for the rest. Hah. Good series.

The Hanged Man & The Hourglass Throne (The Tarot Sequence 2+3) (K.D. Edwards): I didn't think about it while reading but in retrospective this series fits into what I categorise as "wild". There's so much shit happening here. Big and bold. At the end of volume 1 I was still undecided of I like it enough to buy it on paper. These doubts were washed away with the sequels. It's an investment in the beginning, getting into the world and all, but I found it totally worth it. That one big drama at the end of vol3? Yes, totally got me. Like right from the textbook. Make me care, rip me apart. Damn.

The Buried and the Bound (Rochelle Hassan): If someone asked me in a survey about what I want to read and then actually went and made it into a book, this might be the result. This contains only things I like: two suffering (gay) boys, one tough girl (not involved in any romance), which is the best constellation of characters, really. Some magic, some adventure, some drama, different storythreads that weave nicely together in the end. I enjoyed reading it a whole lot and am looking forward to the sequels!

Ander & Santi were here (Jonny Garza Villa): Now this one was difficult. I think it's a good book, I wanted to like it, but. Hear me out. For me, this is split in three parts. The first one is about the illegal immigrants. See, for as long as I remember my dad worked in a … what's it called in English … an housing complex for refugees? Not a camp, but like a dorm. And while illegals and refugees are still a step apart, they're at least somehow adjacent. I lived basically next to them half my life and never cared. When in 2015 there was a huge wave of refugees coming to my country and everyone was freaking out, I just thought "Great, that means my dad will keep his job" (because the dorm was always on the verge of closing down and it would probably been tough for my dad as one of very few black people in a kind of racist small town to find a new job.) So anyway, I thought it was a good thing to finally read an actual story about people in these situations, to learn how to care. So that part was good and insightful. The second part was about the art. I draw manga only, but I do consider myself an artist and I was around when manga became big in my country and the art schools hated it and made us suffer. I have thoughts on art. And I really enjoyed reading about Ander's art and process and thoughts. My favourite part of the book! And then there's part 3, the love story. And I think, because I connected more strongly to the other parts than usual I felt the disconnect here much more than usual! The romance in here is very intense and very physical and my aroace brain didn't compute at all. Complete detachment. Which was kind of a problem, because the romance is a huge part of the book. I really wanted to like it but it didn't work. I did like Ander as a character, though, and their family and friends. And the cover is still so damn pretty!

That's it!

#yaku reads #may wrap up #books #queer books #lgbtq books #queer lit #bookblr #oracle of senders #the scottish boy #the buried and the bound #the tarot sequence #keeper of the lost cities #ander and santi were here

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bro i am on my hands and knees tell us about your destiny oc please or i may die. haha unless

First of all thank you so much 🥺🥺🥺 here’s some basic stuff with a smidge of info dump ghhffh accompanied by a very messy wip scribble from last night

Name: Eiva

Class: Hunter

Pronouns: they/she (leaning heavily towards they tho like a 70/30 split lol)

Sexuality: gray ace

They are my main Guardian oc for Destiny 2 and I’ve had them since I was like 13-14. Their main subclass is solar/void main weapons are the Ace of Spades, Wishender, and Vestian dynasty (in my heart it hasn’t been sunset). I actually have a long running private fic for them but I’ve only written like three chapters lmaooo with several smaller snippets. Some highlights are:

-I’m still working shopping it but back before the collapse when Eiva was human I headcanon that their family was actually in the weapons manufacturing business (specifically Khovostov lmaooo I hc that as her last name from wayyy back then but they’re also probably adopted)

-they had a sister who is pretty much central to Eiva’s entire character even as a Guardian when they can’t remember her. Similarly to Uldren they did everything for her but it wasn’t toxic like with Mara and Eiva was more like the big sister protecting little sister lmaooo; but basically they followed her everywhere even down to when they were awoken and when they left the Distributary.

-I personally headcanon that Guardians are brought back as a second chance because they had the capacity to be really good people in their first life but weren’t which is why the War Lords and Iron Lords and etc are Like That. So, Eiva was not very nice lmao. Their desire to protect their sister was pretty much all they cared about and they fucked over a lot of people.

-Their sister was pretty much their exact opposite and honestly more the typical main character formula as in wanted to be a hero. I made Eiva with this in mind and they are more the reluctant hero lol like they’re not really trying to be a symbol of anything to anyone it just always happens that they fall into positions of leadership. I even tried to make Eiva more plain in comparison so they have the typical kind of common blue skin white hair awoken combo but her sister to me is more unique and is these like really pretty shades of purple.

-Ok moving onto like actual current in game stuff lol Eiva’s current fireteam is made up of a warlock named Obi-1 (yes like Obi-wan) and T-13 (Tiberius-13). Their Ghost is named Sirius after the star bc it’s the brightest star iirc

-Obi and Ty are not her original fireteam. Their original fireteam consisted of an awoken titan (Sav) and another hunter (Killian) and three others for raids lol. All of them were their consistent raid team up until Oryx. Eiva in my canon is the sole survivor of the raid against Oryx and that raid is the reason for a giant shift in their character. It was their first really big loss. (Basically I think they all got really cocky after Crota and didn’t take it seriously enough)

-ok now onto some ✨Romance things now bc I love romance✨

-Sav was the first person they ever had feelings for after being Risen I’m still messing with it but I think I’m gonna have a very messy very sapphic love triangle-ish type thing going on there with another guardian lmaoo

-a very convoluted and self indulgent ship with Crow/Uldren lmao basically I headcanon that they knew each other wayyyyy back when they were both humans and when Mara pulled her bullshit making the Distributary she made them forget each other

-to add some ✨spice✨ to that ship and Eiva’s overall story I also had them have feelings for Cayde (I’m debating how far they actually got into this situationship that exists in my head lmaooo ya know before he 💀)

-presently Eiva is mid slow burn with Crow so you can imagine my excitement at the prospect of Cayde coming back because the angst is gonna be so good dhdhdhs (I have like 15k worth of fic so far for this character and a long running series in my brain lmfao)

-some random fact now uhhh

-Eiva knows exactly how they died their final death in their last life but pretends not to

-Eiva knows exactly how many times they’ve died and has asked their ghost to keep a record of them so they can look back on them and learn from them

-Eiva has a particular hatred for the hive bc of Oryx

-they participated in getting married to shaxx for the Lolz

-has a lot of “warlock” tendencies for a hunter (they were actually originally a warlock when I first made them I swapped to hunter maybe a year before D2 came out and their old name was trinity)

-their name Eiva comes from Edelweiss I bastardized it bc it’s their favorite flower; when they were a kid they had a vested interest in botany that their parents did not support lol and that life didn’t allow them to explore

-I chose edelweiss bc of its meaning (devotion), it’s description (it’s a flower that grows even in the toughest conditions), and I based her hair/eye color on that white hair (petals) yellow gold eyes (middle) lol

If you’ve made it this far you’re a trooper and I salute you lmao and thank you so much for the interest! I know this is an art blog but I am always dying to info dump about my ocs either here or on my personal so feel free to send me asks even though I am slow sometimes dhsjsj

#asks #oc: eiva #oc info #my art #my ocs #really hope tumblr doesn’t eat this ask or cut off anything I wrote lol #here’s hoping

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allelitedweaming · 1 year

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Welcome to an entirely too long smut fic about William Regal. Plot? Characters? Nah. But there is romance and sex!

William Regal x Female Reader

"You little crème brûlée, you. I'd like to crack you open and see what's inside."

You giggled but you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks. "You definitely have to use that on Excalibur tomorrow night."

It was date night. You'd arrived together in the city the day before taping because it was easier on you both if you didn't have to fly and work on the same day every week. And this time you had no other obligations, meetings, or photo shoots so you decided to go out. William was in a cream colored three piece suit with a purple dress shirt and brown shoes. You had on a sparkly red dress he had bought for you on your last anniversary. It was your favorite thing to wear when you went out together. Tonight you paired it with some sheer black stockings that you knew would drive him crazy in the best way. He loved you in stockings even more than bare legged because he liked to have something to take off of you at the end of the night.

William walked up to you, planted one foot between yours and bumped your knees apart with his knee. He put the flat of his palm on the inside of your thigh and ran it up your leg until his fingertips were just underneath the hem of your dress. You put your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. "I'm not thinking about the man in the mask right now, cupcake. I'll give you three guesses what is on my mind."

Your mouth went dry. He still made you lose your head when he made it clear how bad he wanted you. "Dinner?"

He shook his head. His other arm wrapped around the small of your back and pulled you against him tighter.

"Sightseeing?" You gulped cartoonishly, trying to steady your voice.

He shook his head. It was as if the walls were closing in, but there was no doom, only impending pleasure and passion.

"Will, I got all dressed up. It would be a shame to just toss it all on a hotel floor." Even as your heard yourself say the words, you knew neither of you really cared. Yes, you'd spent time on your hair and makeup, but it wasn't for the people outside. It was for him. It was to have fun.

"That's not a guess." He slid the hand on the small of your back down to squeeze your ass.

Something still told you it would be even better if you made both of you wait. With him, the tension was delicious. He always wore his heart on his sleeve when he was needy for you. He didn't care how many people were around. And you wanted to be wanted. When you got back to the hotel that night you wanted to be needed. "You're thinking about how much you'd rather throw me on this bed and have your way with me." He went to kiss you and you put a finger to his lips. "But if you wait, I promise I'll make it worth your while."

"For you, my dear? Anything."

You went out and had dinner. You talked and laughed and got a lightheaded buzz from the pleasure of each others company. Afterwards, you walked along the canal hand in hand. It was dark and there were twinkle lights decorating the walkway, reflecting their starlight on the water. Every once in a while, you would catch Will staring at you, a soft flame burning just behind his eyes, and you didn't need three guesses to know what he was thinking.

As you turned a corner, there was a stretch of darkness between the lamp posts and string lights. William moved his hand up to catch you by the wrist and pull you back, spinning you into his chest. You got a thrill from being manipulated like you were his ring mate, the way he used his wrist control to put you precisely in place to receive his kiss, instead of forearm blows. You melted against his chest as he held your wrist there and kissed you deeply. A kiss that conveyed love and desire, joy and eagerness, passion and thankfulness. Your heart was fluttering in your chest. It was your turn to reach out and lay your palm on the inside of his leg, sliding it up quick and gentle until it was resting on his package. You heard him growl quietly.

"Ready to go back to the hotel now, love?"

"Yes, please."

He laced his fingers through yours and you walked back into the light, in the direction of the hotel. "You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen," he whispered. "It's a wonder I don't strip you down and ravish you on a park bench."

"You might be a villain, but you're still a gentleman."

He leaned down and bit you on the shoulder without missing a step. You yelped, but quietly, and started to blush. "You test those boundaries in a way no one ever has. You are everything."

As soon as you entered the lobby, the electricity between your bodies started dancing together. You got in the elevator alone and as soon as the doors closed, William slid his hand down the front of your dress and pinched one nipple between his calloused thumb and forefinger. You gasped and he smiled at you devilishly.

"That's good, love. I want to hear you tonight. I want to paint that hotel room with every single scream, moan, or whimper you're capable of. If you hold back even a little bit, I will know and it will only make me double my efforts. Alright, sunshine?" You nodded and he pinched harder. "Alright?" He asked again.

"Yes, sir."

The elevator reached your floor. He straightened your dress strap for you as he pulled away and gestured for you to enter the hall first. You obliged and he walked behind you, laying his hand on the back of your neck. His palm was warm. He let you unlock the door and walk in first, but then he held you in place by your neck. When the door clicked shut behind him, he turned the light on and quietly said, "I want you to get on your hands and knees and crawl."

You gulped and blinked at him a few times. Before he could repeat the order, you put down your purse and did as you were told. Slowly, you crawled towards the bed.

"Good girl," he said as he walked past you and sat down on the edge of the bed. He patted his knee. "Now come here, pet. Slowly." Again, you carefully followed his command, holding eye contact with him all the while. The way he was staring down at you was already enough to make you blush. "Beautiful," he whispered as you perched on his knee.

Suddenly, he grabbed you around your waist and bent you over his lap. His hand moved magnetically to start to rub your backside through your clothes. You gasped, but once you were in position you settled in quickly. At his complete disposal was your favorite place to be.

"I want you to use your words," he reminded you. "Tell me how you're feeling. And, as always, we will stop any time, if you need to." He always said this part aloud. There was no implied consent, even between the two of you who were so seasoned and experienced in pleasuring each other. Every single night was it's own brand new adventure and needed to be treated with the respect it deserved. "Are you ready to begin?"

"Yes. Please."

"Thank you for asking so nicely." He pulled your dress up and rubbed your ass through your stockings. With you exposed, he could tell through the sheer fabric you were wearing a lingerie set he had bought you as well. You heard him growl. "What a good girl you are, wearing all the gifts I buy you, that you know you look so sexy in."

"Thank you, sir," you said. You were smiling but your heart was in your throat in anticipation.

The pressure of his hand disappeared, and then, impact. The first one was soft. Testing the waters. You bit your lip but didn't make any noise. He rubbed where he had just spanked you and made a curious humming sound. His hand disappeared again. Impact, much harder this time. You couldn't help but yelp. "Much better," he told you, and you were proud. All you wanted was to be good for him. He pulled down your stockings and you felt the cool air on your skin, then the warmth of his hand, then cool air and smack. This one was even harder. You thought he would definitely leave a mark. He made you moan this time. You knew you were already getting wet for him. "Are you enjoying this?" He asked.

"Yes, sir."

"Like you enjoyed making me wait all night to get you back here alone?"

"Yes, sir."

He tangled a hand in your hair and spanked you again with his other hand. "I'm going to spank you five more times and I'd like you to count each one and say thank you. Do you understand?" You nodded silently, so he tugged softly on your hair. "Do you understand?"

The sensation was already enough to blur your vision. It felt so good to give yourself over to him this way. "Yes, sir." You swallowed hard. "Thank you, sir."

"Good girl."

He spanked you and this time you started to squirm at the stinging sensation on your skin and the throbbing building between your legs. "One. Thank you, sir." Another, this time on the alternate cheek. You could hear him breathing. "Two. Thank you, sir." Another. You whimpered. "Three. Thank you, sir." Your voice cracked and you felt his body react. Another. "Four. Thank you, sir." The last one was back to where he started and it was the hardest one yet. "Fuck." He left his hand to hold you after, the pressure was slightly soothing. "Five," your voice was thicker this time. You swallowed hard again. "Thank you, sir."

He let go of your hair and your head feel forward slightly. "Good girl." He put both arms around your middle and almost as if transitioning to a gut wrench, he tossed you further up on the bed like you were a sack of potatoes and stood looking over you. You were still barely half undressed, your hair was falling across your face in a messy curtain. You propped yourself up on your elbows to get a better look at him. He was smiling and palming himself thoughtfully through his trousers. Even through suit pants, you could tell how huge he was when he was hard. Both of you were breathing harder now. He reached across the bed to roll your stockings down the rest of the way, pulling your bare feet up and kissing their soles as he exposed them. It tickled, but you tried not to squirm. As he pulled your lace underwear down after them, he began to speak. His eyes were stormy and thoughtful. "You are the most stunning creature I have ever laid eyes on. How I came to deserve you, I may never know. But as long as you are mine, I consider it my privilege to get to see you, exposed as you are now, and to bring you as much pleasure as you bring me." You weren't expecting it. Tears started to sting your eyes. You were completely flushed, and the hot coil of arousal was still twisted in your stomach as you watched him watching you. He looked so distinguished, still fully dressed. The only indication of what had preceded was the stray lock of his golden gray hair falling down over his slightly drooping, scarred eyelid. He pushed his hair back out of his face and continued. "If you can, I want you to move up on the bed and pull your dress up out of the way, petal."

You nodded and while you did as he requested, he took off his jacket. He gripped your ankles in each hand and spread your legs to make room for him to get on the bed and settle his face between them, resting them over his shoulders and hooking his arms around your hips to hold you in place. First, he kissed your inner thigh. It was calculated and tender. You shivered at the contact, still sitting up enough to watch him. He stretched out one of his hands to lay his palm flat on your lower stomach to ground you and then moved to plant more calculated and tender kisses on your outer lips. "William," you breathed without thinking. He looked up at you and smiled. He unhooked his other arm and brought his hand up between his lips and yours to spread you open and look at you.

"Like a lovely flower," he muttered, one of his thick fingers making contact and spreading your wetness from your entrance up to your clit. You inhaled sharply at his touch, still watching him. "So wet for me already. You really are such a good girl."

"I'm yours, William." He smiled at your words. "Please," you whispered. He tilted his head down and finally started to lick, kiss, and suck at you. Slowly at first, but building up a rhythm, especially with his tongue right against your clit, moving side to side. You let yourself lay back, but not without running your fingers through his gorgeous locks. The sounds you made grew with the intensity of his movements. After thinking about this all evening, it didn't take him very long to make you cum, your thighs tightening around his skull, back arching off the mattress as you moaned his name again and again. He stayed between your legs, grounding you still with his palm on your stomach and sweet kisses all around your outer lips and thighs.

As you relaxed, he let go of you. You whimpered at the absence of his touch and opened your eyes, still in a post orgasmic haze. "Shh, shh," he reassured you. "I'm not going anywhere, sunshine." You could see he was standing up to take off his waistcoat and belt, as well as his shoes. "If you can, sit up love. I'll help you out of that lovely dress." You did, lifting your arms over your head to allow him to pull the dress off. Underneath, you were still wearing a thin, strapless black bra. "All night, I was thinking about getting you back here to have my way with you. I imagined taking you to your physical limits. You're so pretty when you let me hurt you, then care for you. But right now, all I can think about is how much I want to make love to you."

You reached out your arms to invite him to lay back on the bed with you. He laid on his side facing you and you scooted closer so you could trace his lips with the pad of your thumb. "I love you," you whispered. "And when I say I'm yours, I mean I'm yours."

"Say it," he rasped. There was something so needy in his eyes. He grabbed you by your hip and pulled you closer against him. You could feel his hard on through his pants against your thigh.

"I'm yours," you told him, kissing him softly. "I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours." He ducked his head to one side and started to kiss your neck. You tangled your legs with his, rubbing your feet against his and simultaneously pressing your hips together to give him much needed friction. You wondered how long he'd been hard and neglecting himself. Had it really been since you got back to the hotel? Your hands went instinctively to run through his hair as he started to suck on your neck, enough to leave a mark. You moaned. "Oh, William."

The sound of your voice saying his name made him pull you even tighter against him. He bit you where he left his signature and then lifted his head to kiss you on the lips. "Can I have you on top of me?" How quickly the tables had turned from him making you crawl to him to this. He was like clay in your hands, so soft and desperate. You tapped his shoulder to indicate he could lay on his back. He understood immediately and followed your lead.

You got up on all fours and started to unbutton his shirt, exposing a thin undershirt underneath. You smoothed your palm over his chest and kissed his chin. Then, with just as much care, you unbuttoned his pants. He lifted his hips to help as you pulled them down along with his boxer briefs, exposing his impressive erection for the first time that night. You leaned back on your haunches and looked at him. He would be naked from the waist down except that he wore garters with his socks. You saw the state he was in as a playground for you to get to bring him to the best orgasm you could, to bring him all the pleasure you knew he deserved, at least to try to pleasure him as much as he had done for you.

You steadied yourself with a hand on his hip and leaned over him, using your other hand to cradle his cock as your planted chaste kisses along his shaft. He hissed as he exhaled, already overwhelmed by the contact he'd been waiting so long for. When you had kissed from the tip down to his balls, you returned to where you started and took him in your mouth, sucking eagerly at his tip and slowly working your way down until he was hitting the back of your throat. He heard you start to gag and his hand went to rest on the back of your head. Not pushing, but caressing your hair as he started to curse and moan your name. You moved back up and repeated the process until you gagged again and his cock was covered in your saliva. You pulled your mouth away, but replaced it immediately with your hand and spread the spit up and down with a few firm pumps.

When you looked back up at him, William's eyes were darting around, as if he wasn't sure where to look. At your hand working him, your beautiful face with your chin glistening with spit, or your body. You turned and swung your leg so you were straddling him, hovering just above him so he wasn't touching you yet. You put your hand back in position to help guide him inside you. His hands moved to hold your hips, but he didn't try to steer your movements. His eyes were almost glassy with lust and awe as he drank you in. "Are you ready?" You asked him sweetly.

He nodded and you slowly lowered yourself down, running his tip up and down your slick slit before pushing him to your entrance and sinking down until he was completely inside you and you were sitting flush against his body. He threw his head back, digging his nails into your hips now. You laid both palms flat on his chest to steady yourself and leaned down to kiss him tenderly. He deepened the kiss instinctively, opening his mouth into yours, and you felt yourself moan from deep in your core. You knew how badly he needed to be inside you, but in truth you felt something even more intense than your first orgasm as soon as he penetrated you. You rolled your hips against him and kissed along his jaw until your heads were side by side and your lips were at his ear. "I love you," you whispered as you began to ride him.

His nails dug into your hips now, as if he was a vessel full to capacity and accepting your words meant he had to pour the energy out somewhere. You knew that tomorrow you would have small crescent shaped bruises where his fingers had been, and you were glad. "I love you, darling. Fuck." He was already unable to keep a steady rhythm with you. You knew he wouldn't last much longer.

You kissed his neck, then his ear lobe. "Come for me baby, I want you to come in me," you whispered right against his ear.

Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around your middle and flipped you on your back, continuing to thrust in and out of you at an even more erratic pace. He held one of your legs around his waist and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, clinging to him tightly. He felt so good inside of you, his weight on top of you felt so comforting. He locked eyes with you and you felt your stomach knot. "So beautiful," he said. His voice was thick and sweet as a dark caramel. Almost burnt but still delicious.

You kissed him. You could tell he was close and you realized you were too. He must have sensed it at the same time because he moved his hand to slide between your bodies and angled his thumb to rub your clit. You arched your back and pressed your chests together. "Oh, fuck. I think I'm going to--" you gasped and moaned, feeling your second orgasm of the night roll through you as you clenched around his passionate thrusts.

He followed shortly after and collapsed on the bed next to you. Both of you were red faced, panting, hair clinging to your faces and necks with sweat. He pulled you against his chest anyway and kissed the top of your head. "We get to have that much fun, and the room is still charged to my business account."

You laughed and kissed his chest. It was as if you were in a love cloud. Nothing bad could ever touch you here, as long as you never had to leave this bed.

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