#@k-s-morgan

[aroturier]

Revelations?

Has the fandom discussed at all whether, at this point, Elizabeth knows the truth about Sebastian?

It struck me as I was reading through this part of the manga last night, how her level of rage at him is so much more than I would've expected from someone who is simply preventing access to her true fiance' and the mechanisms needed to keep him alive. She seems seething-no, boiling over with deep-seated hatred for the butler to me. Is she not more than guarding that door? Doesn't she seem to want to at least wound if not actually kill him?

And this is the kind of thing Toboso-san does so well. Do we agree that Elizabeth's fury as it is drawn here can be no accidental slip of the pen?

So I'm curious, what others think about this. What do we think is going through her mind in these scenes? Do we believe she's been told some nonsense to whip up her emotions so she'll be a good guardian? Has she been told of Sebastian's true nature? Does she know of his part in R!Ciel's death? Is she going to go home now and tell her brother and the rest of the Midford clan the truth about the butler and the twins? or some cock-and-bull story fed her by Blavat or one of the stars (and by the way what's happened to him? Did he fall down an inconvenient badger sett, never to be seen again or what?) We know a little of what she talked about with her brother on that ride home and yes, her biggest concern was her realisation of how shallow and misguided her previous feelings for Ciel had been, but what else did she learn and talk about in that brief interlude between homecoming and running away again? some folk I specially invite to perhaps answer: @abybweisse, @earlgreyandco, @oya-oya-okay, @kuroshitsuji-girls , @dorkshitsuji, @k-s-morgan, and anyone else still active and commenting.

Thoughts?

[animasolaoriginal]

I n f a t u a t e d ♦️THREE

CHAPTER ONE◾TWO THREE FOUR◾FIVE SIX◾SEVEN◾EIGHT◾NINE◾️TEN ELEVEN◾TWELVE◾️THIRTEEN◾FOURTEEN◾FIFTEEN SIXTEEN◾SEVENTEEN◾EIGHTEEN◾NINETEEN◾TWENTY

He finds out the girl he picked up on a whim is the perfect candidate. So innocent, so submissive already, with just the right amount of Daddy issues. But she still has a lot to learn, and he's determined to teach her everything.

ruthless nightclub owner ❌ innocent young woman with a crush

WARNING: NSFW! Explicit sexual content. Age gap. Size difference. Dubcon elements. Dom/sub dynamic. Sex toys. Fingering. Cunnilingus. Orgasm denial. Oral sex/deepthroating. Anal play. Creampies. (For more tags, check it on AO3!) // WORDS: 4.9k

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He's surprised how quickly she adjusted to her new surroundings, to the things he's asked of her, forced on her. Maybe she's still feeling the after-effects of the drug he's given her last night, maybe she doesn't understand the situation just yet, maybe she's simply the perfect candidate for this. To stay here, for him. She's barely putting up any fight, only seems embarrassed most of the time, but the way she's sucked him off has shown him how eager she really is.

Even though she still has a long way to go. Too fucking innocent.

She's that little ball of hair and limbs on his lap, curled up, melting into him, small hands that have been around his cock now gripping his shirt. Feet tucked under his thigh, deep little breaths against his chest. It's been only a few hours, and she's already so submissive. He's almost disappointed he didn't get to break her first. But maybe her defiance is yet to come. He's certainly looking forward to it.

His phone chimes on the coffee table, and he throws a quick look at the display. The courier is here. Good. Without a word, he stands, picking her up effortlessly. She hums against him, leans into him as he carries her into the bedroom. When he puts her down on the bed, leaning over her for a moment, he meets her hooded eyes. So pliant, so innocent. He can't help but lean down further to press his lips to hers.

She melts into the mattress as he pushes her deeper, putting his weight on her, elbows on either side of her shoulders as he gives himself a few minutes of a bit more much-needed pleasure before he has to leave her. She's hesitant at first, but as soon as he slips his tongue between her lips, her own jumps into action. A groan escapes him as she kisses him back with more and more confidence. His fingers dig into her hair, their tongues wrestling, his cock stirs back to life against the fabric of his pants.

He leans back abruptly, breathing a little harder, the girl beneath him panting as well, her lips parted and red, glistening. Her eyes on him. “I gotta take care of something,” he tells her quietly. She only blinks. “Be a good girl and wait here for me, okay?” The way her pupils dilate when he calls her that makes his stomach tense up. He's noticed it before, how she reacts to his praise. It's an intoxicating sight.

He crawls off her and stands, looking down at her small frame. White lace was a good choice, accents her innocence perfectly. Those little embroidered flowers barely cover anything, but it's still enough fabric to keep it interesting. She's beautiful, the way she lies in front of him, chest rising and falling, that flutter to her stomach, the little twitch to her thighs as she presses them together and tries to hide her sex. He raises an eyebrow at that.

“While I'm gone,” he says, a smirk growing on his lips, “I have a little task for you.”

He steps towards the nightstand and pulls open the first drawer, randomly picks some of its contents and throws them onto the bed next to her. Her eyes widen when she follows the gesture and stares at the colorful toys. He picks up one of the smaller dildos and braces himself on one arm as he leans over her.

“I want you to be very wet when I come back,” he whispers, gently taking her hand and placing the object onto her small palm. “Understood?”

She still looks at him in shock, and he can already tell she's never used any of the things he's presented her with. Another challenge, another thing he's willing to change. He leans back and looks down at her, head cocked to the side. His eyes narrow slightly when she doesn't reply.

“Understood?” he repeats a little harsher.

A tiny gasp escapes her and she sits up, nodding frantically. “Yes, sir.”

His hand finds her cheek, a gentle caress, thumb running over her bottom lip. He watches her intently. “Good girl.” The shiver that runs through her amuses him immensely. Patting her cheek, he then turns away and leaves her to her own devices.

Returning to his phone, he sends a message to the courier, and minutes later there's a chime on the door. His men are good, and fast, and when he looks through the things in the box that was brought up to his place, he nods in contentment. The things she left in the club, a jacket, a phone, case stuffed with some money, some keys and her ID. He's surprised that she's actually 19, when she looks quite a bit younger. Not that it really matters. His eyes scan her name, memorizing it. Fits her.

There's a folder tucked into the side, all the information they could gather on her, and the more he reads, the wider his smile gets. She is perfect, a random pick, an instinct, and it has still been the best choice. Alone in the big city. He checks her phone, swipes through pictures and messages. There's only one new message, someone congratulating her. Not many social contacts, no Mom or Dad or other relatives. Does explain a few things though. The girl definitely lacked the presence of a proper authority figure in her life, or at least someone who could give her the attention she needs, someone to hug her even, guide her through life, tell her what's right or wrong. No wonder she's so overwhelmed with his advances, yet strangely compliant at the same time.

Daddy issues.

What a perfect little thing that found her way into his clutches. He turns the phone off and puts it back into the box, then locks it securely in the safe in his office, before he focuses on the bag that came with the delivery. Clothes he ordered for her, more underwear mostly, some dresses, shoes. He doesn't plan to take her out much, not yet, so she won't need too many clothes anyway. They're just an illusion of safety for now, something she feels more comfortable in, before he'll take that away as well.

Grabbing the bag, he returns to the bedroom – and freezes. The bed is empty, except for the array of sex toys on the blanket. Untouched, unmoved. And the girl is gone. Something hot rises inside him, his hand tightens around the straps of the bag. He checks the bathroom, also empty. When he opens the door to his walk-in closet, he hears a soft little gasp, before his eyes move down to the far back where she's curled up on her side, wide eyes staring at him from under her lashes.

Like a beaten animal – and he hasn't even done anything to her yet. Not really, anyway.

He puts the bag down on a shelf and approaches her slowly. The dildo he gave her lies in front of her, just as untouched as the rest. She curls up even more, a little ball of hair and limbs, white lace in stark contrast to the dark rug she's lying on. He crouches down, hands resting on his knees as he watches her.

“What are you doing here, baby?” he asks quietly. “Are you hiding from me?”

She sniffles, shakes her head. “No,” she mumbles, wide eyes following his every move. Why is she so skittish all of a sudden? The drugs probably wore off. Poor thing.

He doesn't care. His hand reaches out and grabs her elbow, pulls her closer. A little yelp escapes her. He sits down on the floor and pulls her between his legs, she struggles against him but his fingers close around her arm, squeezing harder than he intended. She winces, a deep shudder rushing through her small body when he drapes her legs over his thigh, making her lean against him. One arm securely around her, holding her with enough authority that she stops squirming, he raises the other hand and grabs her chin, makes her look at him.

“What happened?” he asks, looking at her, scanning her face, fear and shock evident on it.

She averts her eyes, chewing on her lip. He squeezes her chin.

“Look at me.”

She does, with a soft little whine, blinking rapidly, eyes glistening as she meets his gaze. “M'sorry...” she mumbles.

“For what?” His voice is stern, and she frowns at his tone.

“For... for not... doing... what you told me...” she whispers, the first tear falling from her lashes. “I... I couldn't...”

He raises an eyebrow. “Why not?”

Her cheeks are bright red by now, her eyes moving over his face in frantic little flutters. “Felt... wrong...”

He watches her, letting go of her chin to move his hand straight between her legs. She flinches and yelps when his fingertips brush against her panties. The fabric is a little damp, warm against his touch. He doesn't hesitate and slips a finger under the hem, testing the waters. She turns her head away, whining softly as her blush spreads over her shoulders. “Do you need my help?” he whispers.

She only stiffens in his hold as his finger glides along her slit. Warm, wetter than he expected. He doesn't know why she was so stressed about this task or thinking she failed him. She's perfectly responsive. His lips brush against her temple.

“Tell me you need me to help you...” he breathes against her.

Her thighs twitch. “I... I need you to... to help me...” she mumbles out, burying her face in his chest in a little gesture of embarrassment. So fucking cute.

“Good girl,” he hums and kisses her forehead while his finger slips between her folds, gathers her slick and promptly dips into her entrance.

She flinches, but keeps quiet, leaning into him as he nudges her legs apart with his thumb. His finger slips in and out of her, her tight walls gripping him in a way that makes his cock throb. Her wetness gathers around him, quiet squelching sounds filling his ear. She lets out little noises of discomfort, barely-there whines, almost-sobs but in a way that doesn't seem too distressed. She's slowly adjusting, relaxing in his hold, her breaths deeper.

His thumb finds her clit, and when he pushes gently on it, she wails a little louder, her legs trembling, her small hands gripping the front of his shirt as she melts into him more. He keeps drawing tight circles around her nub, his digit pushing deep, in and out, faster, her wetness runs over his hand. The moment she becomes really still, a sharp inhale cutting through the air, he stops, pulls away, and she looks up with her lips parted, almost pouty, eyebrows furrowed, disappointed.

He smirks at her and brings his wet finger to her lips. She doesn't fight it when he slips it into her mouth, rubs it over her tongue and along her gums, pushes deeper. She freezes again, stares at him, but then she closes her lips around his finger and sucks, her tongue flicking around it, licking up her own juices. He pulls it out with a wet pop and leans down, capturing her mouth for a quick, deep kiss, sucking on her tongue, tasting her. She melts into him, clinging to him, but as soon as she starts to relax again, he lets go, leans back, leans around her to grab the dildo still lying behind her on the floor.

“Here,” he says and puts the small pink object into her hand. “If you want to finish it, do it with this.”

She stares at him, eyes wide, fingers curling around the toy, her face flushed. And then she shakes her head, catching him off guard.

“No?” he whispers, raising his eyebrows. “Are you sure?”

Her breaths are loud through her nose as she holds his gaze, not saying anything.

He narrows his eyes. His first instinct is to grab the toy and shove it deep into her tight pussy himself, but he refrains, pushes her off his lap and stands, then grabs her wrist and drags her out of the closet. She stumbles after him and yelps when he throws her onto the bed.

Scrambling to her knees, her lips parted and trembling, she stares at him with her eyes wide in shock. He ignores her for now and walks to the bedside table, rummaging through the drawer until he retrieves a little teardrop shaped object, bright pink as well, smooth silicone with a little antenna.

A high-pitched squeal escapes her as he grabs her and pushes her onto her stomach, one large hand on her lower back, holding her down as she starts to squirm. “Stay still or this'll be more uncomfortable than it should be,” he tells her through gritted teeth. She stiffens, her breaths loud and frantic as she white-knuckles the sheets.

He moves the toy between her ass cheeks, pleased to see the butt plug is still in place. Nudging it slightly, he makes her wince. Pushing her legs apart a bit more with his knee, he slides her underwear aside, grabs her thigh to steady her and lets the small vibrator glide between her slick folds, and it's only a little push of his thumb before it slips into her, swallowed up by the tense muscles of her pussy. She lets out a strained whine. He wipes his palm over her mound gently, then tugs on the fat string until he finds the thicker bit at the end. The button clicks audibly when he presses it, and she gasps when the first vibrations shake her body. It's low, but still definitely overwhelming for her.

He puts her thong back in place and grabs her elbow, dragging her off the bed. Her legs are trembling, the low hum between her twitching thighs barely audible, but he hears it, sees her reaction to it, feels his blood pumping into his cock, the throbbing almost painful, and he wonders why he's taking his time with her. He could have had her last night, this morning, any time he wanted, fucked her hard and mercilessly, any hole he desired, and yet he waits, eases her into it, with a patience (or restraint) that surprises himself.

Sighing loudly, he grabs her hand and leads her out of the bedroom, she follows him on shaking limbs, too stunned to protest now. They reach the open kitchen, and he grabs her waist and sets her on the island, hears the faint clanging noise when the base of her plug hits the marble top. Spreading her legs, he steps between them, braces one arm on either side of her, stares down at her darkly.

Her eyes are wide, glistening, shock and uncertainty on her face, but there's also a deep blush and a tightness to her lips as she fights the sensations pulsing through her small body. Her hands fidget between her legs, a nervous little gesture. He rips them away, tells her to sit on them. She does with a bit of hesitation as she watches him with bated breath. He leans in, lets his breath fan over her cheek, then kisses the corner of her mouth, and there's a jerk in her neck as she turns her head, trying to meet his lips.

He pulls away before that, exhaling through his nose. His hands move over her legs, thumbs brushing along her inner thighs until he pushes them against the damp fabric of her underwear. Her wetness seeps past it already, staining the white satin bit, and he licks his lips at the sight. His restraint is slipping, he can't help it, he can smell her arousal, and it's driving him insane.

In one swift motion he grabs her hip, pulls her to the edge and leans down to press his mouth to her inner thigh, quickly kissing up the soft skin to where the little pink antenna pokes out of her. His free hand tugs at it, then he drags her panties aside and closes his lips around her folds. She yelps softly, body jerking against him. His fingers dig into her flesh, hold her in place as he laps up along her slit, gathers her sweet wetness on his tongue, drinks her up like a man parched.

She whimpers when he sucks on her clit, teeth grazing her soft, sensitive skin while he fumbles with the toy and presses the button a few more times, feeling the vibrations increasing, her hips jerking, thighs pressing against his head. Her noises are getting louder, helpless whines and mewls as she squirms on the counter, hands still squished under her legs while he continues to eat her out with a passion that he hasn't felt in ages.

Holding her with one hand, he tries to counteract her uncontrollable twitches, while his other hand rubs over her thigh before his index finger pokes at her entrance, following the toy inside. It's thrumming hard against her tense muscles, and he pushes it around a little with his finger before he finds the right spot, and that's when she really wails, body spasming against him, the heels of her feet thudding loudly into the cabinet as she tries to ground herself somehow.

He holds the toy pressed to her g-spot, still sucking on her clit, eyes moving up to watch her lose it in front of him. She's arching her back, head tilted upwards, chest pushed out, arms trembling before she can't keep her composure any longer and pulls her hands from under her legs and grabs his hair, two sets of small fingers with an iron grip that surprises him. Either to push him away or hold him right there, he isn't sure. Whatever the case, he lets her, gives her that one moment of control.

Her walls tighten around the toy and his finger, rhythmic clenching, her orgasm is so close, she's right on the edge, and it's that moment that he hooks his finger around the toy and pulls it out, leaning back, slipping from her suddenly limp fingers, and leaves her throbbing and panting, watches her deflate as her orgasm slips away again. A whine escapes her, and she falls backwards onto the counter, body convulsing without release, hiding her flushed face behind her shaking hands.

He straightens himself, licks his lips and then his finger, puts the vibrating toy on the counter before he turns it off. She's sobbing now, overwhelmed and left hanging. Poor thing. But it's not over yet.

Hooking his hands under her arms, he hoists her off the counter and pushes her down on her knees in front of him. She's too surprised to react, slowly lowers her hands and looks up at him, tears streaming down her red cheeks. Without a word or command, he unbuckles his belt and opens his pants, then snaps his fingers at her. Despite her trembling state, she follows the order instantly, automatically, that inborn desire to please stirring within her, when her small hands move up to push his pants and underwear down enough to free his erection.

The initial touch is almost enough to push him to the edge and over, but he braces himself, puts his hands on his hips and watches her as she closes her fingers around his length, slowly stroking up and down like he's shown her. Her eyes stay on him, watching him closely, and he tilts his head, pressing his lips into a thin line, a slight furrow between his eyebrows. He sees her swallowing, and barely a second later, her lips brush against his hot skin, the contact enough to coax a little groan out of him.

He watches her closely as she moves her lips up and down his shaft, tongue licking along his bulging veins, circling his tip, flicking over his slit, before she opens her mouth and takes him deeper. She's a little hesitant, careful, one hand still on his girth, the other braced against his thigh as she slowly bobs her head, lips closed around his tip, cheeks hollowed, the little suction really tempting his self-control. He wants her to find her own pace, get better on her own, learn to pleasure him properly, but he also really wants to fuck her throat and make her choke on his cock. The struggle is real.

His hands move to her head, a gentle little caress, fingers sliding through her hair, slowly nudging her closer, she shifts on her knees, the hand on his thigh pulling her into him. Her eyes are closed now, and he can see tears forming under her lashes as she keeps moving her head back and forth, the hand that's tight around his girth keeping her from taking him deeper. He feels her warm mouth, that little tongue flicking around his tip, hot and wet, sucking softly, almost meditatively, and he can't help it, he bucks his hips slightly against her, his cockhead poking into her cheek when she turns her head with a little muffled whine.

One of his hands moves down to grab her chin, holding her in place, head slightly tilted, as he repeats the same motion, pushing into her mouth, watching her cheek bulge. He hasn't noticed it before, but she's a natural at keeping her teeth out of the way, her jaw opened wide enough to allow him to slip in and out fairly easily. Her eyelids flutter open, and she meets his gaze, her eyes glistening, pupils dilated more than he has expected. She's enjoying this, huh?

He smirks at her, moves her head a little and tilts her chin up before he pumps his hips a little harder against her, more of his cock slipping into her small mouth. She stiffens, both hands now gripping the fabric of his pants, bracing, a sliver of panic in her eyes. He watches her closely, the grip on her chin hard as he concentrates, holds back, fights the urge to just fuck her cute little face. His breaths are quick and loud through his nose.

She holds still, doesn't fight it, and he uses that submission to move faster and eventually slips deeper, feeling his tip prodding the back of her throat. She gags almost immediately, a sudden reflex, her body convulsing against him, fingers digging into his legs, and he lets her pull back with a deep cough, saliva dripping from her lips. But he only lets her relax for so long, before he pushes his cock back into her mouth, deeper, to that spot once more, and she gags again, spit filling her mouth, coating his tip, yet this time he holds her head in place, and she lets out a pained little howl, muffled but clearly distressed.

Sighing, he grips her hair and pulls her back again, lets her catch her breath, swallow the excess spit. Tears stream down her face, her eyes are red, eyebrows furrowed, a helpless expression mixed with something like indignation looking up at him. A low laugh escapes him, and he grips her chin and pulls her back, cock slipping into her mouth, her tongue scraping along the underside, frantic little breaths through her nose, warm on his skin.

“Relax,” he tells her, and strangely enough it's that command that lets him slip deeper, past her gag reflex, further into her tight throat. It's only a few seconds though before she gags yet again, fingernails sinking into his legs, that little uncontrollable twitch as her body fights the new sensation of having her throat stuffed. She gurgles, desperate to breathe, too panicked to relax anymore. He pushes her away, and she splutters, spit and precum flying from her trembling lips, her shoulders shaking.

It takes all of him to loosen his grip on her, but when he lets go of her chin and her hair, inhaling deeply, she looks up almost surprised. Bracing his arms on the counter behind her, he closes his eyes, fighting the urge to make her choke again. That feeling when her throat tenses around his tip, squeezes him, it's something he enjoys a little too much, almost as much as watching her suffer through it, with her tears streaming down her face and her hands digging into his legs, that desperate struggle for control.

He'll force that urge right out of her, soon. Another time.

“Suck,” he grunts instead, standing still as he leans over her.

She resumes her ministrations, one hand around his girth, pumping and stroking, while she closes her lips around his tip again, sucking and licking it, keeping it far away from the back of her throat. She's shaky and sloppy, her wet slurping noises echoing through the room, her body still trembling, but she somehow manages to bring him right to the edge after all. He feels his balls tightening, his stomach tensing up, his cock throbbing in her hold. His hands itch, clenched into fists on the counter, his body shivering. So close. So fucking close...

A deep groan escapes his throat, and he leans back abruptly, grips her hair and pulls her off him, a sharp inhale coming from the girl beneath him. Her eyes are wide as she looks up at him, and he just ignores her, hooks his hands around her elbows and pulls her to her feet. She's that tiny body he can manhandle however he wants, and she ends up on her stomach on the counter, short legs dangling off the edge, feet kicking before he cages her in, one hand on her lower back, the other moving straight to the little shiny knob sitting between her plump ass cheeks.

Before she can comprehend what's happening or try to fight him, he drags her panties aside and pulls the plug out with a plop, puts it on the counter with a clang, before he grips his throbbing cock and pushes the tip against her sphincter. She lets out a surprised wail, her hands reaching back to swat him away, but he only grabs them and bends her arms behind her back, held by one large hand. She still struggles as he pushes further, forcing his tip deeper. He doesn't have time to prepare her properly, he's close to exploding.

She whines, writhing on the counter despite his unrelenting hold, and he watches her tight muscles give way to him, the grip almost as good as her tensing throat. His crown slips in, and he stops, letting it rest there as he strokes his shaft hard and fast, until he feels that tension finally dissolve. He comes with a deep grunt, arching his head back, feeling his cock throb and twitch in his hand and in her ass.

Spurt after spurt shoots into her tightness, filling her up until the first drops seep past the tight ring of muscles that clench around him involuntarily as she squirms helplessly, sobbing softly. When he relaxes against her, shoulders sagging, the grip on her arms loosening, he wishes he'd prepared her better, made her more pliant, open her up properly to take more of him. But this'll do for now. Once the twitching subsides, he gently pulls his cock out, watching her ass gape for a moment, his thick seed slipping out almost immediately.

He pushes it back in, feeling her tense muscles close around his finger. Then he grabs the plug and brings it back into position, holding her down again as she starts squirming more, the cold metal slipping into place, plugging up his warm cum. He exhales deeply once he is done, and when he lets go of her and steps back, he can't help but slap her plump cheek once for good measure.

She sobs louder, but remains lying on her stomach, legs dangling off the edge, immobile, all the fight gone from her body. He watches her as he puts his spent dick back into his pants. “What a good girl you are,” he whispers, noticing a wave of goosebumps rippling over her skin. His hands are on her round rear, gently sliding up and down, thumbs teasing between the cheeks. He fixes her thong, nudges the plug, smirks when she flinches at the motion.

Then he grabs her waist and pulls her off the counter, turning her so he can scoop her up into his arms. Despite her reluctance and the fact that she's still crying softly, she leans against him, needy little fingers digging into the collar of his shirt. No matter how hard she fights him, fights the sensations and experiences he gives her, she is clearly craving this, his attention, the care he gives her afterwards, the gentle moments after however rough he treats her.

It's a good dynamic. It'll work, he's sure. She will be absolutely perfect.

He carries her into the bedroom, carefully putting her down on the bed. She immediately rolls onto her side, knees pulled up to her chest, wiping at her wet face, avoiding his gaze as he watches her closely. When he leans down, she flinches, but he only grabs the edge of the blanket and drapes it over her small body.

“Rest now,” he tells her, straightening back up. “I'll order us some food.”

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End notes: Just a little side note on where this story is set: it could be literally anywhere (where there are skycrapers or a downtown area with taller buildings). I did not have a specific place in mind, could be any major American city, could be a bigger European city, anywhere you like to think of. It doesn't really matter anyway. (And if it is set in America, just imagine his club to be one of those more lax ones where the drinking age isn't 21 or at least nobody cares about it.)

Also, you may have guessed it, but our male protagonist is a little bit more than just a nightclub owner. I won't go into too many details, just know he's influencial, if you'd like to call it that. And definitely intimidating enough for anyone to bow before him, not just our poor girl who might just be a little in over her head at this point.

Thank you for reading! Next chapter on Monday!

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[ghostofjupiter8]

Why is Spock's death scene here serving Arthur Morgan high honor death scene.

My brain can't comprehend this.

[astrahannah]

Já, pár dní zpátky, čtoucí si popis Čarovného jablka v TV programu: "Čarodějnice Moriana se bude k získání moci snažit využít svou nemilovanou dceru Dahlii"

Moje mysl: "To jakože tohle?"

Zdravím české Ace Attorney fanoušky:-D

[lgbtqreads]

Fave Five: Queer Astronomy Fiction

How to Become a Planet by Nicole Melleby (Contemporary MG) The Weight of the Stars by K. Ancrum (Speculative YA Romance) The Darkness Outside Us by Eliot Schrefer (YA Sci-Fi Romance) Shoot the Moon by Isa Arsén (Historical Fiction) The Lady’s Guide to Celestial Mechanics by Olivia Waite (Historical Romance) Bonus: While less about Astronomy itself, Honey Girl by Morgan Rogers stars a PhD in…

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[amethystina]

Hey! That ask you answered about protective Yo Han reminded me of this gem from the script book. I don't know if you're interested in anything script-related, but in case you are, here it is. A slightly different way the scene in E3 was supposed to go, when Yo Han came to the factory and attacked the man who put a bomb in the painting. (Also, 'forced' means 'Yo Han', all translators use this word instead of his name for some reason).

Personally, I loved the "do you know who you hurt?", the madness "increasingly" filling Yo Han's eyes, and him glaring at K when he asked if this was about Ga On. I'm amazed that he got so protective of him so quickly, it's just E3. To think of what he'd do post-canon... thank God (and you, of course!) for your amazing story. I can't tell you how much I'm waiting for everything you're going to bring down on us.

Hope you're doing better!

I haven't gone out of my way to look for the script, no, but I do read the little snippets I might run into on Tumblr and such. So I'm not NOT interested? But also too lazy to go look for it xD

And, tbh, I don't want to accidentally mistake something that was written in the script — but then taken out �� as something that actually happened in canon. I have a really good memory but I don't always remember WHERE I read/saw/heard a specific fact so there's a chance I might mistake it as a part of canon even if it's not x'D

But, all that said, I am FASCINATED by this new information, not going to lie. I think that the increasing madness was still captured pretty well in the final version, but the "Do you know who you hurt?" Oh yes, I'm into that. Because while it COULD still just mean that Yo Han is referring to himself, I like that it leaves room for speculation. Very nice.

Though, at the same time, I feel like I have to be a responsible person and point out that, most likely, the reason why Yo Han reacts so violently as early as episode 3 is probably because of Isaac, not Ga On. Like, at that point, I think Yo Han is still struggling a bit with separating the two. Not that he ever mistakes them for each other, obviously, but it's probably a little disorienting until he gets to know Ga On better and can see all the differences more clearly. So it wouldn't surprise me if some of that protectiveness is because Ga On looks like Isaac, at least this early. It brings back very bad memories, and all.

But post-canon? That protectiveness would be for Ga On only. And, as always, Yo Han would hold nothing back.

And we will be exploring that a bit in Who Holds the Devil, yes. Not quite on the level of "I'm going to bring the entire country to its knees," but hopefully still enough to satisfy everyone's need for protective Yo Han ;)

Thank you so much for sending me this! I hope you have a wonderful evening 💜

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[wanderrealms]

I keep getting Altered Carbon by Richard K. Morgan and The Expanse books by James S. A. Corey mixed up.

I haven't read either books, the mix up is because I ordered both as a christmas present for my boyfriend. I ordered Altered Carbon books too late, but it's still a gift.

I keep saying The Expanse books have shipped. They are on our shelf. It's the other sci-fi trilogy with a tv series that shipped.

Also I only just noticed that Richard K. Morgan also wrote The Steel Remains.

[seiji-amasawa]

Tytyyy for the tag @myscprin

Tagging @mopillow @zoppzoop @fiendslothful @rat-typewriter @k-s-morgan (👉👈) @lipid @xpiece-ws @call-me-ala @elaine19day and anyone else who wants to play!

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[bob-the-movie-man-film-reviews]

Red One (12A): A Dumb Big-Budget Christmas Actioner Struggling To Find An Audience.

One Mann's Movies Film Review of "Red One". Disappointing Christmas romp, short on laughs and not suitable for younger kids. 2/5.

A One Mann’s Movies review of “Red One” (2024). According to IMDB, they went and spent $350 million making “Red One”. Allegedly, Dwayne Johnson pocketed a cool $50 million for his appearance. Just let those numbers sink in for a minute. At the time of writing, it’s made just $117 million worldwide. Not a number that I suspect Mr Kasdan will be putting on his CV anytime soon. Bob the Movie Man…

[animasolaoriginal]

I n f a t u a t e d ♦️FIVE

CHAPTER ONE◾TWO◾THREE◾FOUR FIVE SIX◾SEVEN◾EIGHT◾NINE◾️TEN ELEVEN◾TWELVE◾️THIRTEEN◾FOURTEEN◾FIFTEEN SIXTEEN◾SEVENTEEN◾EIGHTEEN◾NINETEEN◾TWENTY

She's been such a good girl for him, so he "rewards" her by taking his sweet time with her, and it doesn't matter that she isn't exactly conscious for it, not to him anyway. She'll wake up soon enough, he'll make sure of it. It'll be a night to remember.

ruthless nightclub owner ❌ innocent young woman with a crush

WARNING: NSFW! Explicit sexual content. Age gap. Size difference. Dubcon elements. Dom/sub dynamic. Somnophilia. First time. Vaginal sex. Dacryphilia. Rough sex. (For more tags, check it on AO3!) // WORDS: 5.2k

FOUR 🟥 FIVE 🟥 SIX

She fell asleep under his ministrations, her soft breaths fanning over his face before he turns her head to the side and presses his lips to her ear. “You're mine now,” he whispers into her unconscious mind as he slips his fingers from her tight cunt.

He rolls her onto her back, body pliant with sleep, and pushes her (his) shirt up to expose her small breasts. His big hands cup them gently, knead them, palms rubbing up and down until he feels her nipples harden. Then he leans over her and closes his lips around one of them, sucking softly, tongue flicking against her sensitive bud, teeth grazing her skin, her taste filling his mouth. She's shivering slightly, but doesn't wake up.

Once her tits are glistening in his saliva, he moves his hands down her sides and slips her panties over her hips, carefully removing them as they bunch around her ankles. It's almost strange to have this much restraint. He could just fuck her raw, without preparation, rip her clothes off, with no care in the world like he usually does, but the girl in front of him deserves better. She's been really good to him – well, mostly.

It still angers him that she tried to clean herself of him. But it's his own fault, he didn't put up any ground rules. He'll have to do that tomorrow. She has to understand her purpose, her role. And he'll make sure she does.

Once her panties are off, he pushes the shirt over her head, putting both clothing items on the nightstand. The sight of his cum caked into the fabric makes him smile. Time to give her more. He grabs her thighs and pries them apart, then positions himself between them on his knees, pulling her legs over his thighs. She stirs a little, smacking her lips, breathing deeply. He watches her in the semi-darkness of the room.

Such a perfect little creature, so pure, so beautiful. His hands move back to her breasts, rubbing over them, savoring the feel of her soft skin and hard buds. His eyes trail along her body, take in every detail. She breathes against his hands, her heart beating steadily in her moving chest. Her stomach flutters slightly. He leans over her, hands on either side of her slim shoulders and presses a kiss to her forehead. “You'll be a good girl for me, won't you?” he hums against her, inhaling deeply, breathing her in.

Then he leans back and grabs her waist, large hands splayed around her body, almost circling it completely, pulling her closer, his eyes moving down to her cute little cunt. He grinds her pelvis against his groin, his cock thickening at the feel of her wetness through the fabric of his sweatpants. Holding her with one hand, he moves the other to push his pants down enough to free his erection, gripping it firmly, slapping it playfully against her mound.

As he does, he looks at her, tempted to wake her up because he wants to see her face when he enters her for the first time, wants to see the pain and discomfort, but also the lust burning in her eyes, the pleasure growing within her. It almost makes him want to pull back, leave her be, but if the angry throbbing of his dick is any indication, it's too late for that.

He'll just have to fuck her again when she's conscious, the second first time, no problem. There'll be plenty opportunities to see her eyes roll back, to hear her pained little screams. Licking his lips, he focuses back on prodding his cockhead between her folds, rubbing up and down, gathering her slick. His heart is beating faster when he lines himself up, the tip pressed to her entrance, a little force, a little push, a little tug to her body, and he slips into her, her walls swallowing him almost hungrily.

A whimper escapes her, a soft little hum in the air, and he looks up. There's a furrow between her brows, but her eyes remain closed. He rolls his hips against her, slowly, carefully, so fucking gentle like he's never fucked a woman before. He has no idea why he is treating her like that. Well, it's the least he can do after ravaging her ass or ultimately deciding to fuck her in her sleep after all. He can at least try to be gentle. And he is, inch by inch his cock slips deeper, as he nudges against her tense muscles, pries them open, makes them give way so he can take root inside her.

His hands are on her waist, pulling her towards him in the same rhythm he pushes against her. A groan slips from his lips. She's so fucking tight, so warm and wet, and basically choking his girth as he sinks in all the way. All the way isn't even half the length of his cock, but he knows she'll accommodate him better once she's more aroused. Holding her there for a moment, his hand moves to her stomach, pressing gently, trying to feel himself through her soft skin, before his thumb moves lower and starts drawing tight circles around her clit.

She moans in her sleep, cute little noises tumbling from her parted lips, a bit of drool gathering in the corner. Her body shivers, a tiny jerk of her hips, a twitch to her thighs. He keeps going, rubbing that sensitive bundle of nerves until he feels her tensing up. That's when he starts moving within her. Slowly pulling back to push in again, back and forth, in and out, slow and steady. His own body is tense, the hand on her waist gripping her hard enough to leave bruises. He's holding back so fucking much.

How easy it would be to just pound into her, make her bounce on the mattress, hard, fast snaps of his hips, deep plunges, until she wakes up screaming. But no, he refrains, fights the urges, takes it easy. He can do that to her another time, once she's more accustomed to him. Something to look forward to.

He sets an even pace, pushing in and out, every time slipping a little deeper. Her walls tighten around him, squeezing him, but the more he pummels against them, the more they seem to suck him in. His breaths are rough, the hand on her clit as relentless as his steady thrusts. The restraint is slipping. And he can't help it, he pounds those last inches into her with force, desperate to be buried to the hilt, to feel all of her, to become one.

A particularly hard plunge makes her whimper, and her body stirs awake beneath him. He sees her eyes fluttering open, confusion on her flushed face, quickly turning into discomfort. He leans over her, his hand on her cheek, kissing her softly. “Shh, it's all good, baby,” he whispers, showering her with gentle brushes of his lips. Her voice is a quiet hum, no coherent words able to form within her clouded mind.

Her small hands find his sides, move up to his back, fingernails scraping over the fabric of his shirt before she claws at it, holding on with more strength than he has expected of her in this state. He braces himself on his elbows, pelvis pinning her down, cock sheathed deep within her, hands tangled in her hair as he captures her mouth for a hopefully distracting kiss. Her mewls are muffled, and he swallows the sharp gasps she issues when he starts moving his hips again.

Up and down, in and out, tight walls clinging to his shaft, crown prodding against her cervix with every deep thrust. She whines against his lips, but he only kisses her harder as he picks up the pace until he's pounding into her with barely any restraint left. “Such a good girl,” he breathes into her. “So tight and wet for me...” Tears fill her big, shocked eyes, and he brushes his lips against her cheek, kissing them away as they start rolling. “You can take me so well, can't you?”

His words seem to soothe her, she's quiet beneath him, watching him out of hooded, blurry eyes, her cute face a mask of silent pain. His hips snap against her, her legs bouncing on either side of his waist. His rhythm is brutal, her wetness squelches out with every plunge, wet skin slapping against wet skin, a cacophony of sounds that drive him crazy. Combined with the quiet little whimpers she dares to let out, it's the perfect soundscape.

He breathes hard into her, moving his tongue needily against hers, tasting her, swallowing her noises, sucking her in. Making her his. His head feels lighter, a pleasant dizziness coursing through him, while his stomach tenses up, balls tightening. He moves even faster, holding her head between his large hands, as he arches his body into hers, slam after slam, stab after stab, deep and hard and fast, desperate for release, desperate to fill her, to claim her.

She cries out, fingers digging into his shirt, eyes squeezed shut, tears flowing freely. He changes the angle slightly, making sure to rut against her clit with every thrust, and it's the combination of that and the constant bullying of her cervix that make her scream, a shrill little sound that feeds the beast within him, while her body convulses beneath him, hips bucking up, legs tense, wrapping around his waist, toes curled, feet digging into his lower back. She comes hard, he can feel and hear and smell her release as it squirts out of her uncontrollably, coating his cock, slapping between them as he keeps fucking her through her orgasm.

She goes silent then, stiffening, body trembling. He presses his lips to hers, tastes her tears, keeps going. Her cunt clamps down on him, and he grunts into her at the sensation. Her whines are quiet, a little hum in the charged air around them, barely audible over the loud squelching and slapping noises. And then he feels it, his own release. A few more deep and hard and fast stabs, and he stills inside her, buried as deep as possible when his cock throbs and twitches, pumping spurt after spurt of hot cum into her tight little body.

He moves his head, presses his face into the crook of her neck, breathes her in as he relaxes on top of her, rapid breaths against her pulse, lazy kisses to her skin. Her hands fall to her sides, her body going limp beneath him. He's probably heavy on her, pushing her into the mattress, but he doesn't care. He doesn't want to move, wants to savor the moment of pure bliss, her wet warmth engulfing him, squeezing him, milking him for the last drop.

Closing his eyes, he feels himself drifting into a much needed sleep. There's a comfortable blackness, pulling him in, holding him in the void – until there are soft little gasps and breathless sobs that bring him back.

He stirs, inhaling deeply, blinking the fatigue away as he realizes he's still lying on top of the small girl, crushing her into the bed, cock still sheathed within her, her tight muscles gripping him so much he feels himself harden once more.

The noises that woke him make him turn his head as he leans up slightly, resting on his forearms, looking at the flushed face so close to him. She's crying, big heavy tears rolling down her cheeks, lips wet and trembling, a little bit of snot running from her nose, quiet hiccoughs shaking her tiny frame. He frowns, she meets his gaze, sniffles, bites her lip, blinks quickly. He moves his hands to cup her face, thumbs wiping at the wetness on her cheeks.

“Shh,” he coos. “It's alright.” She only cries harder, averting her eyes, more sobs tumbling from her lips. He leans down and kisses her, swallows those noises as he slips his tongue into her mouth. She stiffens, but then slowly kisses him back, hesitant motions, quivering lips against his. “Does it hurt?” he asks against her, looking down at her.

She gives a jerky nod, gasping softly. He exhales loudly and leans back, pushed up on his arms, then slowly, carefully, moves his hips back, pulling out of her. She's so tight, tighter than before, possibly too dry for him to extract himself from her without giving her more pain. He looks down at her, a hard gaze, telling her to be strong. She watches him, pressing her lips together. Grabbing her waist, he pushes her off, and she winces when he slips out finally. There's a thin line of blood on his glistening cock, more seeping out, mixed with his cum, dripping down onto the sheets.

He doesn't care, plops down beside her, pulls her into him. She's stiff as a board as he embraces her, crying and shivering. He covers her face with kisses, holds her gently, rubs her back reassuringly, shushing her when she tries to protest. Eventually she relaxes against him, curling up beside him, knees pressed into his stomach, face buried in his chest. He pulls the covers over them and closes his eyes, too tired to worry about anything else.

He wakes to the sound of the toilet flushing. Stirring, rolling onto his back, he stretches, cranks one eye open, sees that it's still dark out. The sheets are bundled up around him, a little nest where the girl has been. He hears water running, then shuffling footsteps. He moves one arm over his eyes, inhaling deeply as she returns to the room and hesitantly slips back into bed.

The urge to grab her and pull her against him is strong, but he gives her space for now. She stays on the other side of the bed, leaves quite the gap between them as she drags the covers over herself and curls up again, a ball of hair and limbs. “How bad is it?” he grumbles from beneath his arm, his voice low and raspy, heavy from sleep.

She flinches, he can feel it, a shuddering gasp humming through the night. “Hurts,” she whispers, voice muffled by how she's draped the sheets around her body.

“Are you still bleeding?”

“No,” she replies quietly.

He's glad. She's just sore then, muscles still adjusting to the unknown sensations. It'll get better, he wants to tell her, though he isn't sure about that. With how much smaller she is, there will always be a discomfort, a certain pain, it'll be a part of their lovemaking. But the more they do it, the better she'll adjust, get used to it, maybe even learn to enjoy it. He can only hope, because he won't stop fucking her any time soon.

Rolling onto his side, facing her, he extends his hand and grips the sheets bunched up around her. Slowly, but with determination, he pulls her towards him. She stiffens, protests, grips the edge of the bed, but he's stronger, and she ends up pressed to his chest, curved back molding to the shape of him as he folds himself around her, holding her, arm slipping beneath her to pull her even closer.

“Relax,” he tells her, voice harsher than he's intended.

Eventually she does, melting into him, a few stifled sobs falling from her lips. He breathes against her, closes his eyes, one hand slipping beneath the covers, searching for her heat. She lets out a whine when his fingers brush between her legs, but she doesn't fight it, lets him caress her, fingertips moving over soft warm skin. She has not re-dressed, has accepted waking up naked. Progress.

His hand rubs over her mound, and when it slips lower, fingers dipping between her folds, she squirms, grabs at his arm, tries to pull him off. “No!” she wails loudly, fighting after all.

It's a sudden rush of adrenaline that crashes through him, something dark clouding his mind, and a moment later he has her pinned to her stomach, hand on her nape, holding her down, leaning over her with a growl. “You don't get to say no anymore,” he tells her in a low rumble of his voice, breath fanning over her ear. She sobs beneath him, shoulders shaking. “I will decide for you now. Understood?”

She only whines. He tightens the grip on her neck, makes her flinch. “Y-yes...”

“What?” he rasps, fingers pressing against her throat.

“Yes, sir,” she cries out, body shuddering uncontrollably.

He lets go of her, leans back abruptly, one hand on her hip, dragging it up, the other slipping into his pants to free his cock. His knee pushes between her legs, nudges them apart. Pumping his length, he lines it up with her entrance, staring down at her tiny form in front of him. She's sobbing pathetically. He knows it's cruel what he does, but she has to learn, get used to the pain and to him, taking her whenever he wants, doing whatever with her, no matter how sore she may be.

And quite frankly, there is a part of him that enjoys seeing her like this, struggling, defeated, hurt. Her tears do something to him, something he's not particularly proud of, but it's there, growling in the back of his mind, hungry for more. Following that urge, he pushes against her, one hand on her hip as he pulls her towards him, onto him, and his cock sinks inside her tight cunt, immediately gripped by her walls, as the girl tenses up and cries out helplessly.

He rolls his hips against her cushioned rear, pumps into her, inch by inch, ignores her cries (sucks up her cries, inhales them, feeds off them), and doesn't wait to let her adjust before he hammers into her hard and rough, feeling his cock thickening inside her, low growls slipping from his throat, animalistic sounds fitting the animalistic way he treats her. She whines and whimpers, hands white-knuckling the sheets, back arched, face buried in the pillow.

She takes it better than he has expected, or maybe she is too overwhelmed to do anything but take him, too pained, too shocked, too defeated to fight anymore. And somehow he's surprised when she starts moaning, muffled, but it's clearly moans that tumble from her lips. He keeps his brutal pace, ramming into her, cock scraping over her tense walls, plunging deep, tip squished against her bruised cervix. His fingers dig into her soft flesh, adding to the bruises he's left before.

He comes fast and hard, the anger roaring within him adding to the tension, that need for release, to prove a point. He slows, gives her deep and hard thrusts that coax shrill squeaks out of her, and that final plunge makes her wail, body convulsing against his, her cunt clamping down on him hard while he empties himself inside her, twitching and throbbing, his drawn-out groans echoing through the room.

Pulling out immediately after his orgasm subsides, he slaps her ass, one time, two times, watches her squirm and whine, observes how his cum drips out of her as her pussy clenches with every slap. Leaning over her, he grabs her throat, large hand closing around her neck, pulling her up against him. She stiffens, her sobs cut off as he squeezes his hand around her. His lips brush against her cheek, the taste of salt overpowering. More tears roll against his tongue as he starts to lick them up.

“Never tell me no again, understood?” he whispers then, low and dangerous, pressing his cheek against hers.

She jerks her chin, a barely there nod, and he releases her throat which causes her to fall flat on her face, a little yelp escaping her as she struggles to find her composure again. He leans away, his hand finding her reddened ass cheek once more with a reverberating smack, before he slips off the bed and into the bathroom.

“Come get cleaned up,” he calls over his shoulder, listening intently, smiling darkly when he hears her gasping and shuffling off the bed, hectically following him.

They spend the rest of the night actually sleeping. Despite the excessive workout that was disciplining her, he wakes up well rested, feeling her stirring in his arms, the sunlight falling through the large windows, bathing the room in a brightness that hurts his eyes. He grunts, burying his face in her hair, arms tightening around her. He feels her small hands on his arm, not pushing him away, just holding on, leaning into him.

She's pliant against him, soft and warm, soundly breathing. He inhales deeply, her scent filling his nostrils. It's a strange little intimate moment, waking up next to someone, a very rare occurrence for him. But it is something he could get used to. Though as sweet as it may be, he can't control his body's urges, specifically the stirring of his cock when she moves against his groin. He grinds back at her, warm skin against warm skin (he must have tossed his clothes somewhere during the adventures of the night), a soft little butt pressed to his hardening dick. Tempting. Oh so tempting.

His hand slips between her legs, a motion almost as familiar as breathing by now, and she lets him, inhales deeply, rubs her hand over the arm still wrapped around her body. His fingers slip through her folds, gentle rubs to get the slick flowing, and when he deems her wet enough, he shifts behind her, softly nudges her leg up as he slips his cock between her thighs.

He's still sleepy, no matter how hard he is, and he almost opts to just fuck her thighs, glide in and out between her soft flesh, but it won't be enough, he just knows it, so he presses against her entrance, shushes her gently when she takes a pained little inhale. He is more careful, though, slowly eases himself into her tight warmth, small rolls of his hips, kisses along her shoulder as she squirms a little against him.

“Such a good girl,” he rasps, and she mewls in response, melting into him.

He keeps his lazy pace, shallow thrusts, in and out, always a little deeper, easing her tense muscles. It's another thing he's not used to, to take his time, to give her time. It's usually just hard fucking, an excessive display of strength and dominance until the woman beneath him breaks down crying, and then he still continues until he is fully satisfied. It's different with her, the small girl who takes his cock so well even after he's been so brutal with her. She's already adjusting. He's almost proud.

Kissing her neck, sucking and nibbling along her pulse, he keeps pushing in and out, slow and steady, a lazy morning fuck, a nice thing to start the day with. She's moaning quietly, fingers digging into his arm, her body still except for the little movement of her hips as she meets his gentle thrusts. His hand is on her stomach, soft presses whenever he slips particularly deep. She winces when he hits her cervix, and he can only imagine the pain, having seen many women limp away after a rough session with him.

He tries to be gentle, tries not to go too deep, shallow little snaps of his hips, slowly getting faster, a quick rutting as his stomach tenses. His hand slips lower, rubs at her clit, feels it throbbing against his touch. She lets out a series of whimpers and moans, mewls and whines, and when he nears the edge, he increases his ministrations, nudging her hard nub, causing her to stiffen, to shake, to cry out when she comes around his cock, cunt clamping down hard, pulling him right along over the edge.

He grunts into her ear, presses open-mouthed kisses along her neck as he feels himself throbbing, balls twitching, his warm seed filling her up all over again. She clings to him, rapid breaths, body convulsing, shifting against him, succumbing to the sensations.

Eventually, he relaxes against her, stays inside for a moment longer, feeling her walls clenching and unclenching. His heart slows down, and he starts to slip out, move back, give her space, but she grabs him, pushes back against him, evidently urges him to stay where he is.

His laugh is a soft little grunt, and he kisses her cheek, leans over as he slips in fully again. She turns her head to him, watches him out of hooded, glistening eyes. A sight to die for. Pure submission. Unadulterated need. He smiles at her, observes the blood rushing into her cheeks, the shy twitch of her lips. Pressing her into him, he leans down and kisses her softly, lazily, with his tongue asking to be let into her mouth. She opens it and meets him, a soft little dance as she kisses him back.

He holds her, lips moving against hers, his hips rolling in the rhythm of her tongue sliding around his. She mewls softly, clenches around him, her body shivering. The sweet moment is almost ruined when he feels the urge to push in harder, bully her bruises, get himself fully hard to fill her once again, but it's the way she touches his face that makes him pause, look at her, marvel at the innocence in her eyes. A girl living through the horrors of his unbridled lust. A needy little thing caught in his web, dependent, subservient, but determined to endure.

The urge to fuck her harder turns into an urge to kiss her harder, and he captures her mouth with fervor, swallows those cute sounds, tastes her, devours her. His head is spinning, lungs burning, hands itching, and in the end he leans back abruptly, takes deep breaths, squares his shoulders, slips out of and away from her, straight into the bathroom. He hears her sighing and shuffling on the bed.

After a quick (cold) shower and his usual morning routine, he re-enters the bedroom and walks towards the closet, finding her still lying between the sheets, cuddled up, eyes open and observant as she traces his every move. He winks at her as he passes her. Her giggle is muffled, but it's there. Cute and innocent. He dresses for the day, another suit, though he keeps the jacket on the hanger for now. He won't leave the penthouse, won't leave her, just has to work in his office for a while.

Once he's done, he returns to the bed, fixing the buttons on his shirt, looking at her. She meets his gaze. He tilts his head towards the bathroom. “Your turn,” he says quietly, and she nods and quickly slips from under the covers to slip into the bathroom, legs shaking, her bare feet tapping over the wooden floor. It might be habit (she lived alone if he remembers correctly) or an underlying wish to please, but she leaves the door open, just a gap, but still a very tempting gesture.

Instead of following her though, he goes back into the walk-in closet and picks her an outfit to wear. Not much to choose from, but he'll take her shopping someday to add to it. He decides on a short little sundress, bright yellow, thin straps, short skirt, flowing fabric. He's tempted to make her go commando (they are alone after all), but then grabs a black lace thong to go with it. Putting the clothes on the couch, he turns to the bed, frowning slightly.

What a mess. He feels almost bad seeing the blood stains on the white sheets, but in the end he doesn't care, balls them up and dumps them in the laundry basket, grabbing a new set to quickly make the bed. He usually has people cleaning up after him, but he's canceled their services the moment he decided to keep the girl. Maybe he will teach her how to keep the place clean.

When she returns from the bathroom, he's sitting on the armrest of the couch, swiping through his phone. She's wrapped in a towel, nervously stepping into the room. He looks up, tilts his head, raises only an eyebrow, and she's already losing the towel, slowly dropping it, one hand clutched around it as she exposes herself to him.

“Good girl,” he laughs, extending a hand to her. She smiles shyly as she walks towards him, a little limp in her step, putting her small hand into his larger one. He pulls her onto his lap, nuzzling his nose into her damp hair, inhaling deeply. She squirms slightly, shifts to find a comfortable position. He's almost tempted to leave her alone for the day, let her heal and rest, but he's promised her something he has not forgotten about.

Her eyes widen only a little when he slips the plug from his pocket, holding it up to her. She swallows, licks her lips, then bites them, only to slowly open her mouth, tongue flat and extended.

“Such a quick learner, I'm impressed,” he whispers and puts the metal object on her tongue, lets her lick around it, pushes it a little deeper into her mouth. It's a bit bigger than the last one, but she'll manage, she's had his cock in there for crying out loud. By now, it's only for her own comfort, to make her get used to the idea of having something up her cute little ass. She holds his gaze as she coats the thing with her saliva, focuses on him, seemingly dissociating.

When he pulls the plug from her mouth with a wet pop, she stands up, inhales sharply and leans over his lap, elbows digging into the side of his thigh. He caresses her plump rear, observes the reddened skin turning white when he touches it before the blood rushes back into her cheeks. He moves his finger along the cleft, teases her puckered hole, slips lower, dips it between her folds and right into her entrance.

She winces, a little whine in her voice, but she stays still. He moves his digit in and out, gathers her wetness, feels the grip of her pussy, then pulls out and pokes at her sphincter, she stiffens, breathes harder, but he keeps going, lathers her tense muscles with her own wetness. Without prolonging the moment any further, he presses the cold metal, slightly warmed from her saliva, against her hole, then watches with satisfaction how her muscles swallow the plug, until only the bejeweled base pokes out, holding it in place.

She didn't even whimper.

He caresses her tender ass, slips his hands higher, brushes against her back, between her shoulder blades, then closes his fingers around her nape and nudges her to stand up. She does, her legs are shaking, and there are a few tears caught in her lashes. She's trying to be tough. What a brave little thing. He pulls her between his legs and cups her face, wipes beneath her eyes, leans in and kisses her deeply.

“My good girl,” he coos softly, and she smiles against his lips. “Get dressed now. Come into the kitchen when you're done.”

He stands up, pushing her away gently, and walks past her, ignoring the strain in his pants. If she keeps being this cute and obedient, he'll have a really hard time getting anything done, when all he wants to do is bend her over any surface and fuck her hard and deep until she gives him those sweet, sweet tears.

FOUR 🟥 FIVE 🟥 SIX

End notes: Well, wasn't this a rollercoaster, hm? Certainly a night to remember. We continue with a certain theme here, rough sex ending in fluffy sex, because despite enjoying writing these fucked-up hardcore scenes, I need balance in my life.

If you're still with me after these last chapters, I want to say: thank you! I appreciate you for taking the time to come along this certainly bumpy ride!

Thanks again for reading! Next chapter on Monday!

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ELEVEN TWELVE◾️THIRTEEN◾FOURTEEN◾FIFTEEN

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[reiding-writing]

Hi Red! I’m back to participate on your event

Would like to know your author’s picks for fluff!

R E D ‘ S P I C K S — FLUFF .ᐟ

there is nothing better than coming home and binge-reading fluff after a long day, prove me wrong

flirty!reader. | 1.2k | @avis-writeshq

can i request reader as being a massive flirt publicly towards spencer but when its Intimate and Private, reader is suddenly Stunned and Speechless and Blushing and spencer kinda gets the confidence to Do Stuff?

sweater weather. | 1.0k | @samuelsdean

"want to warm up?" he gestured to the hem of his sweater with a hint of concern in his eyes.

awkward!glasses!reid. | 0.8k | @ddejavvu

Please can i request an awkward!glasses reid oneshot where he's like pining over the reader?? maybe with a bit of tension?

comfort crowd. | 5.0k | @akimoons

"i don't think I could ever get sick of you." it escapes you in a whisper, and spencer tries desperately to ignore the way it strikes both fear and hope into his heart.

lovely. | 1.9k | @lighteyed

you think spencer's lovely.

11:34PM. | 1.0k | @morehotch

[ no summary available. ]

a real head scratcher. | 2.7k | @bippot

The two BAU younglings clearly feel something other than friendship towards each other. Despite how much Morgan and the rest of the team tease them, the dynamic duo progress at their own adorable speed.

acceptable greetings. | 1.5k | self rec

Spencer is an avid believer that kissing is a better greeting than shaking hands. You're not convinced at his notion of it being 'completely acceptable, and in attempting to prove him wrong, you end up proving something else.

[zharvolk]

Hello!

I’ve missed these posts! I am back to being able to lurk on Tumblr and reply to things! And you know I can’t resist butting into your replies! :D

Will’s sexuality (pretty much most of the characters’ on the show) is very interesting.

I've said before that, when you get to the bones of the story, Will’s isn’t about being a cop catching bad people. Good vs. Evil. Take away the crime procedural elements and you're left with the journey this character makes. To me, there are a lot of elements pointing in the direction of a repressed man slowly learning who he is. Horror is just the vehicle to explore themes like grief, love, death, family and sexuality.

I've always felt Hannibal Lecter is a queer-coded character. It really shines through in the show. Will Graham has always been a tragic character. There is no happy ending for him in the books. I really loved how they explore his character in the show. Intentional or not, Will’s story dances sometimes very obviously close to an allegory for being closeted. Everything he does, is, could be seen as a mask. Even more so than Hannibal’s person suit. Will is always hiding, suppressing his true self--even in the privacy of his own home. Now, if he’s strictly gay or perhaps bisexual I can’t say, but there is a good argument for both. One thing for sure is that he is not straight.

What is your HC for Will’s sexuality? Do you see him as bisexual? Also if we only consider canon, is Will a straight man who happened to fall in love with one man (Hannibal)? Sorry for my ignorance here as I am not part of the queer community, but if a straight man falls in love with just one man in particular and doesn’t feel attracted to others, is he considered bisexual? Because I think this is where Will fits. I personally don’t think he’d be attracted to any other men, just Hannibal.

What do you think?

Hi! I don't have a clear headcanon here, but I enjoy speculating because I adore Will as a character.

To note, I won’t be relying on Bryan’s words in this meta as he gave us three different versions of Will’s sexuality, where he called him heterosexual with Hannibal being his possible exception (Bryan: I feel one is omnisexual and one is heterosexual and there's a lot of influence going back and forth, who knows with a six pack of beer what would happen), hinted at Will’s bisexuality (Bryan: You can have this intimate connection with somebody that then causes you to wonder where the lines of your own sexuality are), and implied that Will might be gay (Bryan on Twitter: “YOU KNOW BETTER THAN TO BREED” #SUBTEXT #HANNIGRAM #WhatAreYouBecoming). These tags point out not simply to Will’s darkness, but to the other things he (possibly) represses.

So, I think only the show itself should be taken into account when discussing this topic. On the surface, we see Will interested in Alana in S1, sleeping with Margot in S2, and marrying Molly in S3 — and of course, falling in love with Hannibal in the process of all 3 seasons. However, the three women in his life are united by some common aspects — namely, 1) they are perfectly safe and ordinary (with maybe Margot being an exception, but her own sexuality plays a role in this); 2) Will never develops any real emotional connection with any of them. To be more specific.

Alana

We first hear Will referring to Alana in E1 of S1, when he just distantly calls her by her last name. In the course of their time together, Will never seeks Alana out himself. It is Alana who comes to his class, or to the hospital, or to his home — Will does flirt with her, and he kisses her first, but he never appears genuinely interested because he never seems to think about her unless she comes to him. The only exception I personally remember is in E8, where we learn that Will called Alana and invited her over to help him find an animal that was attacked by coyote. Still, the script offers an interesting bit here.

WILL GRAHAM: I invited you over on the off chance we find it alive. Hard to wrangle a wounded animal by myself. (then, realizing) Did you think it was a date?

ALANA BLOOM: Honestly, it never crossed my mind.

Will is at first relieved, then almost disappointed.

So, why relieved? And why flirt with Alana at all if he isn’t actually interested? As I see it, Alana is a very normal, perfectly safe and socially acceptable choice, a nice beautiful woman whose acceptance is clearly important to Will. We know that Will is fighting his demons all the time — he desperately wants to be normal, to bury the darkness inside him. I would say, to him, an acceptance by such a normal person as Alana would mean that there is nothing wrong with him and that he can be normal, too. Now, I can’t say if it was really planned or if it is just a set of coincidences, but I think that the theory that makes most sense is that Will was attracted to Alana’s normalcy first and foremost. He craved an ordinary life at that point, and Alana was someone who could give it to him. The more time passes, the stronger Hannibal and Will’s bond gets, the colder Will acts with Alana. By S3, he doesn’t even know that she had a child and who she is with, so they obviously do not keep any contact. For these reasons, Will never appears emotionally invested in their relationship to me — he remembers about Alana only when she comes to him, like he is only interested in her because she is the only woman he is friends with, someone he doesn’t have to try hard with.

The only aspect that points to the sincerity of Will’s attraction to Alana is his words to Hannibal — that he wanted to kiss her since he’d met her as she’s very kissable. I can interpret it in two different ways. Will can be truly attracted to Alana or he might be so repressed that he thinks he wants things that he doesn’t (and we do have a precedent here — Will tries to deny who he really is in regard to his darkness for quite a long time).

Margot

I think we can all agree that Will was never emotionally interested in Margot. Like with Alana, it is Margot who seeks him out, and Margot is the one to initiate sex. Why does Will agree to it? Just because he wants it? I think it is possible, but I also think it’d be a little out of character for him for several reasons. Will knows Margot has some agenda. He knows she is not interested in sex with him because she admitted she is a lesbian. When she makes her move, Will tells her, "I've got the wrong parts for your proclivities". So he knows the truth, yet still agrees to have sex with her, and during this process, he doesn’t really see Margot. He sees Alana, Hannibal, and a Stag Man– a being that symbolizes his and Hannibal’s connection. More than that, he reaches orgasm only when the Stag Man appears. So, it is equally possible to read this scene as Will’s attempt to engage into the most natural activity in the world — sex with a woman, but he still fails at it by dragging a man and a monster into it.

Molly

Molly is a character who seems alien in the world of the show because she’s the embodiment of normalcy. Will marries her, and we can surely assume they have sex, but from the first seconds of their scenes, it is clear that emotional intimacy between them is missing. Molly and Walter go fishing, an activity that Will enjoys deeply and that could be a uniting hobby for him and his new family. However, Molly and Walter go alone, Will stays home. In all their scenes together, Will never initiates contact between them — he never attempts to touch Molly, sometimes even going out of his way to avoid it. In the hospital, after Dolarhyde’s attack, Will still doesn’t touch her, though his hand twitches as if he considers it. In the second scene, he touches the pillow near Molly’s head, which is so awkward and embarrassing that I’d personally never be able to tell these people are married. The most important thing, Will doesn’t return her ‘I love you’, which is very deliberate. Hannibal tells him that he has chosen a ready-made family, and Will doesn’t argue with it. He goes to Hannibal at the first opportunity because he missed him, not because he needed his help, and then after Dolarhyde’s attack and after learning Hannibal is in love with him, Will easily discards both Molly and Walter and we never see them again. He basically breaks up with Molly back at the hospital, as if her first contact with something not normal taints her in his eyes, breaks the normalcy he thought he needed from her.

So, it is clear that Will never really developed emotional bonds with women in his life. Was he truly attracted to them, or did he like them for the cover of normalcy they could potentially provide for him? I wouldn’t be surprised if Will turned out to be flexible, bisexual, or gay, as it is really open to interpretation and there is enough subtext to support every version. I used to think that Will was bi, but I also wonder if his possible repressed homosexuality could be one the factors that made his fight with himself so intense. Taking into account the area where Will has grown, to him, it is bad enough that he is a killer — he’s also a gay one at that. I think it could enhance his struggle through S1-3 and his slow realization that adhering to social norms in all ways does not make him happy.

Then again, I think Will’s sexuality doesn’t actually even matter at this point because after all seasons, there is only one person who is going to be a permanent part of his life, among all men and women — Hannibal. We have seen that neither Will nor Hannibal can tolerate the other’s partners, and with rich sexual subtext between the two of them, I believe they will easily move forward in their relationship post-fall.

[semina-art]

My Tomarry | Harrymort fic recs

⭐ My Preciousss

A Dangerous Game by @cybrid

A Future Without a Face by @dividawrites

And the living will envy the dead by @k-s-morgan

Consuming Shadows by @childotkw

Death of Today by @epic-solemnity

Diagnosis by MaidenMotherCrone

Either must die at the hand of the other by @metalomagnetic

In Willing Sacrifice by @hikarimeroperiddle

love is touching souls (surely you touched mine) by @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger

Mi Aedijekit by @kitastrophea

No Glory by @obsidianpen

Vicious Circle by Bakuko

What He Grows to Be by @k-s-morgan

⚡ Extremely good

(never) let me go by @perhaps-sunlight

A light that never goes out by @kippipies

A Simple Request by @shyinsunlight

Counting bodies like sheep by rightonthelimit

dawn of a death of a dream by @cindle-writes

draw me after you (let us run) by @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger

equals in life (partners in death) by @reggieblk

Exquisitely by @obsidianpen

Full Circle by tetsurashian

Growing pains by @whisprchrysalis

Haunted and Hunted series by @obsidianpen

Heir Apparent by @monsieurclavier

In this Last of Meeting Places by redbadger

Inevitabilities by @shadow-of-the-eclipse

Kudosed, Bookmarked, Subscribed by @maquira713

Let’s Cross Over by @whisprchrysalis

No heroes by @redhowler

One More Day by Bakuko

Past’s Player by The Fictionist

Seeing Sand by @valkyrie-chemist

Surface Pressure by handsonmyheart

Terrible, But Great by @isalisewrites

The Sense of Self by SpitFire97

The Train to Nowhere by MayMarlow

The two hundred and twelfth loop by Bakuko

The Weight of Gravity by @pagesinmylife

Too old to be this young by Nadia_Castillo

We still have time by @duplicitywrites

HONOURABLE MENTION:

Peremo (Hermione Granger/Tom Riddle) by @virennias - not Tomarry, but I really love this fic.

Many thanks to these talented authors for their works. You inspire me so much! ❤️ I love every fic from this list! Sorry if you are the author and I forgot to tag you, please write a comment here, I might have missed your Tumblr account! I update this list from time to time, add or remove some works, you can check it every few months if you're interested. UPDATED: 08.08.2024

[sanguinesky-if]

Sanguine Sky: Demo Expansion is OUT! [Patreon Update]

Hello! I'm happy to announce that Demo Expansion is OUT! You can find List of Changes below in this post.

Here's the link: [Early-release DEMO].

List of Changes:

Chapter 2 [R's scene] and Chapter 3 Pt. 1 [K's and Morgan's scenes] have been expanded to include a new secondary rival who offers an alternative to Paul(a)'s path.

Chapter 3 Pt. 1 [K's, Morgan's, T's, I's scenes]: secondary rivals will appear if you have established a relationship with them by choosing options marked [♡], which set a 'fwb' or 'flirt' status [depending on your choice].

Chapter 3 Pt. 1 [K's and Morgan's scenes]: the variation of scenes without jealousy [the appearance of secondary rivals] has been expanded.

Prologue, Chapter 1 [most of the scenes], and Chapter 2 [I's scene] were refined.

Implemented MC's and the ROs' height difference variables.

Implemented a new feature: the MC's smoking habit.

Added a new customization feature for moles.

Fixed numerous grammatical errors and improved the code [reducing repeated statements].

I haven't checked the exact word count yet, but I'll make sure to do so before releasing the update to the public, as I need to merge the files first.

Thank you for your support! ♥