#Hair Loss in Males Explained

[wellnessextractsblog]

What are the Causes of Hair Loss in Males Explained

Unlocking the Mystery: Understanding Total Protein Albumin and Globulin Levels as Key Factors in Explaining the Causes of Hair Loss in Males. Delve into the intricate relationship between protein levels and hair health, exploring how fluctuations in albumin and globulin impact hair follicles. Gain insights into the physiological mechanisms behind male pattern baldness, shedding light on potential preventative measures and treatments.

[redlyriumidol]

I still think it's so funny that they said all ancient elves go bald after millennia. like that's just canon I guess. Every other feature stays the same except they lose their hair. It's such a funny detail but my question is... Why lol. Also one of the Evanuris seemed to have hair in the gameplay reveal, so perhaps they found a magical hair loss prevention method?? Many questions. It would be funny if we, with our glorious new character creator hair, were just fighting a cabal of evil bald people. A cabald, if u will.

[3liza]

this is a very detailed take and a variation on the Suebian Knot hairstyle worn by Germans during the period depicted. This guy in the painting is a German barbarian who is either visiting the emperor or has been Romanized.

Wikipedia:

Roman historian Tacitus reports in Germania (98 CE) that the Suebian warriors combed their hair back or sideways and tied it into a knot, allegedly with the purpose of appearing taller and more awe-inspiring on the battlefield. Tacitus also reports that the fashion had spread to neighboring Germanic tribes among the younger warriors, while among the Suebians, the knot was sported even by old men as a status symbol, which "distinguishes the freeman from the slave", with the most artful knots worn by the most wealthy nobles[...]

we actually have two physical, extant examples of the Suebian Knot on two bog bodies whose hair survived the mummification process, Dätgen Man and Osterby Man. here is the latter:

The Roses of Heliogabalus (detail), 1888 Lawrence Alma-Tadema

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Kinktober Day 20: Period Sex

Pairings: Sanzu x male reader

Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, sub/bottom/trans!Sanzu, period sex, soft sex, drug usage (in typical Sanzu fashion)

Prompt credit: wylerkinktober 🧡

The silence is almost deafening, save for the ticking of the wall clock and soft whining somewhere on the couch. When you step into the room, you can easily identify the source of the noise.

Slumped on the cushions and clutching his abdomen tightly, your partner moans like a sick child. He doesn't notice you at first, not until you take a seat next to him and card your fingers through his long pink hair. “Aw, baby, what's wrong?” you ask lovingly. Sanzu's response is filled with exasperation as he explains his morning.

“Stupid fuckin' cramps… I barely ate anything this morning. Hurts too much…” he nuzzles into your palm before carrying on. “I tried everything! Even meds didn't work. This sucks.”

With a frown, you listen to Sanzu rant about the dreaded monthly torture that he experiences. Horrible pain, hot flashes, cold sweats, loss of appetite, increase in appetite, a strange craving for chocolate, and mood swings to boot. Not to mention the mess of bloodstains on his clothing and sometimes the sheets. And when none of the usual methods for combatting the pain work, it can be enough to make a grown man cry.

Though, judging by the way Sanzu slurs a few words, and the far-off look in his eyes, you'd wager that he has resorted to *ahem* …more unconventional methods of dealing with it. Not that you have a problem with that. You just know that drugs never seem to work for him either… you're convinced that he's only using them to forget the pain, anyway, rather than cure it.

Another deep, agitated groan, followed by Sanzu's body falling over into your lap. “Fix it…”

“Fix your cramps?” you laugh.

“…yes…”

With a soft smile, you offer “Well, I know of one other thing that, allegedly, helps with cramps. Are you in the mood?”

Sanzu glares at you through messy bangs. “What, ya gonna fuck away my period?”

……………

“Just… just put a towel down first, will ya?” he sighs.

—

His legs spread open, finding a comfortable position on your lap, facing away from you. Sanzu can feel your chest expand as you inhale, moving the hair away from his neck to kiss it. “Don't be nervous, just relax.” you breathe. “Focus on this…”

Sanzu's fingers tense around your wrist as you touch his entrance. Your other hand gently rubs circles on his tummy, hoping to soothe the cramps a little.

“How d'you feel?” you ask, cupping your hand over his cunt and rubbing your middle finger along his entrance.

Your pained partner exhales, tilting his head ever so slightly towards you. “Kinda nice.” he smiles. As you rub him a little more, Sanzu begins to loosen up, sinking further into your embrace and lazily rolling his hips. He's already pretty wet — whether that's from slick or blood, or a combination of both, you're not entirely sure. Whatever the reason, it makes it easy to plunge your middle finger inside, slipping in between his slick walls.

A soft moan fills your ear. Sanzu's eyes have closed now, and he appears to enjoy this so far. You notice how his face scrunches up every time you slide your finger all the way in, then pull it all the way out, and repeat. Sliding in a second finger takes no effort at all. “Ah~” he gasps, caressing your forearms. “Mhm~ Y/n~”

Two fingers now prod around inside of his pussy — by now, Sanzu's hips haven't stopped moving, chasing the tingly sensation you keep making him feel down there. You pull out and play with his clit until it's nice and puffy, drawing out more wetness to aid your efforts in a few minutes.

“You're so pretty, you know that? Do I say that often enough?” you coo. Your lips brush against Sanzu's ear, gently resting there while you hold him against your chest.

He replies, slightly giggling. “Only every day.”

“Good.” you kiss your beloved's neck and shoulder again. The hand on his stomach travels upwards, rubbing across his chest briefly before you hold his chin, turning his head towards you so that you can kiss him easily.

You can faintly hear the tiny schlik schlik noises his pussy makes as you finger him. Sanzu is squirming more now, exhaling giggly moans as his mind clouds—both from pleasure and the effects of the drugs.

His hand slides down, finding your thigh and clawing at it lightly, slurring, “More, moremoremore… don't tease me pleeease…”

“M'sorry, I wasn't trying to, Haru.” you reassure. “D'you wanna cum, or do you want me to put it in already?”

Sanzu whines, groping the area where he assumes your dick is. His silent way of telling you he wants your cock right now, or else he'll pout and be grumpy afterwards.

You were already pretty hard just from playing with your lover's pussy — hard enough to go ahead and slip inside. Sanzu's warmth envelopes your shaft, welcoming you with ease as you fill him up.

He arches against you, biting his lip. “Mm mhm~ feels good~” Sanzu's breathy moans and gasps fill the room as you stiffen inside of him, trying not to jiggle him around too much while you thrust. Making his cramps worse is not the goal…

“You're so well behaved today. Makes me want to spoil you even more~” you tease. At this, he smiles. Sanzu has always been something precious to you, and you do your damnedest to treat him like the prince he is. Moments like these bring out that need to shower him in kisses, and to fulfill his every demand.

Even when he demands; “In-inside! Don't pull out this time pleeease~”

And it's not that you don't want to fill his little womb, but… “Are you sure? But what if–”

Once all is said and done, you're both worn out and quite messy — Sanzu is too tired to move, so you offer to carry him once you've had a moment to rest.

Sanzu cuts you off immediately. “I won't! Promise! Just don't pull out~!”

After you draw a nice bath, you bring him into the bathroom, setting him down towards the front of the tub. Then, you slip in behind him, letting the warm water take over.

Sanzu leans back immediately. His head rests on your chest, and you let yourself soak in the affection.

“How are your cramps?” you question, taking some of the soapy bubbles and rubbing the sides of your lover's arms.

He lets out a deep sigh before answering. “You know, they're actually not as bad right now. I think your dick cured me.” you both laugh at the ridiculous remark. Well, as long as your Haruchiyo is feeling better, that's the important part.

[gothhabiba]

Some hints about evaluating scientific studies

Firstly, understand that something being published in a scientific journal (or an academic journal for the social sciences) does not automatically make it true. Publishers profit from publishing novel, eye-catching, surprising research, which means they are more likely to publish positive results than ones that didn't find a connection between given variables. This means that scientists' careers benefit when they get positive results. Certain institutions also benefit from certain findings above others (a committee for research on "obesity" that is funded by a government organisation tasked with ending it, for example, is likely to try to stretch the evidence to find a link between body weight and poor health outcomes). So how do people evaluate scientific studies, especially without being scientists themselves?

Literature reviews

Literature reviews, which aim to assemble and summarise most of the available or influential papers on a given issue, can be a good place to start when trying to research that issue. Typically, scientific studies shouldn't only be evaluated on a case-by-case basis (since even well-designed studies can be contradicted by other, equally well-designed studies), but a full survey of the different results people have gotten should be taken.

Background information and conflicts of interest

Try to find out who funded a given study. Who published the study? What do these people stand to gain from the results of the study being accepted? (For example: you might pay special attention to the experimental design on a study on whether a certain essential oil helps to reverse hair loss that was carried out by a company that sells that oil.)

In theory, many journals call for study authors to declare any conflicts of interest they may have in a special section of the paper. This section should also list funding sources. You might also look up the authors on linkedin or something to find where they're employed; also look into whether another conglomerate owns that company, &c.

Experimental design

If the study involves a survey, have the authors of the paper provided the questions that people were asked, so that you can evaluate them for potential ambiguity or confusing wording? Not being transparent about the exact wording of questions is a sign that a study isn't trustworthy.

What's the sample size? Is it large enough for the claim the study is making to be reasonable? (More on this in the next section.)

Does the experimental design make sense with what the researchers wanted to study? Are the claims that they make in the conclusion section something that could reasonably be proven or suggested by the experiment that they performed?

Does the experimental design "bake in" an assumption of the truth of its hypothesis? (For example, measuring skeletons to argue that they fall into statistically significant size groupings by sex, using skeletons that you sorted into "male" and "female" groups based on their size, is clearly circular).

How was data collected? People might change their answers to a survey, for example, if they have to speak to a person to give them, rather than writing them down anonymously. Self-reported information (such as a survey aiming to figure out average height or average penis size) is also subject to bias. A good study should be transparent about how the authors collected their data, and be clear about how this could have affected their results.

Also regarding surveys: do the categories that the authors have divided respondents into make sense? Are these categories really mutually exclusive? If respondents were asked to sort themselves into categories (e.g., to select their own race or ethnicity), is there any guarantee that they all interpreted the question / the boundaries of these categories the same way? How would this affect the results?

Interpretation of results

Could anything other than the conclusion that the authors came to explain the results of their experiment? For example, a study finding a correlation between two variables and assuming that this means one variable causes the other ("being in a lot of stress causes short stature" or vise versa) could be missing a secret third thing which is in fact causing both of those things (e.g., poverty). Check to make sure that the authors considered other explanations for their findings and ruled them out (for example, by controlling for other variables such as socioeconomic status).

Are the results of the study generalisable to the population that the authors claim they're generalisable to? For example, the results may not be true for the entire population if only cisgender men between the ages of 30 and 40 were tested. Sampling biases can also affect generalisability—if I surveyed my college to try to find out the percentage of women in the total population, you might ask "but is your college sure to have the same percentage of women as the Earth does?"

Statistics

Are the results statistically significant, or are they within expected margins of error?

Many studies provide a p-value (a number between 0 and 1) for their results. In theory, a p-value represents the chance that the study's results could have been achieved by random chance. If you flip a coin ten times (so, your sample size is 10), it's not very odd to get heads six times and tails four times, and you wouldn't accept that as proof that the coin lands on heads more often than tails. The p-value for that result would be high (that is, there's a high chance that the coin appears unfair only because of random chance). On the other hand, if you flip a coin 100,000 times and it lands on heads 60,000 of those times, that's much better evidence that the coin is not a fair one. The p-value would be much lower. Typically, a p-value lower than 0.05 is considered statistically significant.

In practice, there's more than one way to calculate p-values, and so studies sometimes claim p-values that seem absurdly low. A low p-value is not proof of a claim in and of itself. Check to make sure that the authors of the paper also provide the raw data, and not just the p-values; this indicates a concern with other people being able to independently evaluate their results, rather than just trying to get The Best Numbers.

Citations

If the study cites something that seems foundational to their claims or interpretation, try tracing it back to the paper that was cited. Does the source actually claim what the authors of the first study said it did? Does the source provide proof or support for the claim, or does it seem flimsy, like a "common-sense" assumption?

Replication

Check the studies that cite the one you're currently looking at. Has anyone else tried to replicate the study? What were their results?

What if I really, really don't want to read scientific studies?

That's fine. Not everyone is concerned enough with specific scientific questions for regularly reading scientific papers to be reasonable for them. Just keep in mind that not everything in a scientific journal is necessarily true; that profit motives and personal and institutional bias impact results (e.g. when some studies revealed a lack of poor health outcomes for "obesity," and many scientists responded by calling it a "paradox" that needed to be "solved"); and that pop science and journalistic reporting on science are subject to distortions from the same sources.

Try finding commentators on scientific matters whose output you like, and evaluate their writing the same way you would evaluate any other critical writing.

[skullamity]

PSA for trans men and trans mascs on T who are afraid of/concerned about or experiencing male pattern baldness: Talk to your endocrinologist who monitors your T about hair loss before you talk to anyone else, you have options!

When the hair in the top of my head started to thin, I talked to my regular GP. She told me it should be fine to use Rogaine topically. There were no other options, either because she was somehow not aware OR was under the impression that alternatives might interfere with HRT. If this was the case, she did not relay this info to me, and if she had, I would have made an early appointment with my endocrinologist, who specialises in HRT for trans people specifically, and asked her about my options.

But, since I only have appointments once a year with my endo now because my levels are generally super consistent, I decided to try Rogaine. I lasted about a month, because it basically meant I had to wear a lined hat at all times to make sure I wasn't getting any on my pillow/cats/child. You need to apply it two to three times a day and leave it on your scalp for a couple of hours for the best results, every day, forever, and if you stop using it, your hair goes back to whatever it was up to before that made you concerned in the first place. I quit after a month and resigned myself to eventually going bald.

I finally had a phone appointment with my endo last week (was supposed to be in person but she had an emergency and was working remotely for the day), and when I brought this up and that I had tried Rogaine but couldn't deal with all of the above + my scalp was not reacting well to the alcohol in the foam so I quit, she was like ????? what? why didn't your GP just prescribe you finasteride???

I am now on finasteride! It is a dirt cheap, tiny ass pill. I only need to take a quarter of a pill once a day (my endo also helpfully explained to me that pill cutters exist and are also dirt cheap, so perfectly cutting a pill into quarters takes about 5 seconds and I got it for a whopping $8). Just like Rogaine, I WILL need to take it every day, forever, but it's not going to get all over my pillow and make my cats sick or cause my kid to grow a beard or whatever. It isn't going to dry my scalp out, and it also the cost comparison is a joke. I take it every morning at the same time I take my adhd meds, so it's easy to remember.

I have seen so, so many trans men and mascs online lately worried about this, probably because I've seen so many conservatives and the kind of detrans people that conservatives like to parade around put a lot of emphasis about how T will make you UGLY and make all of your hair fall out. I do feel sorry for any detrans women who are dealing with wonky hairlines or male pattern baldness, but also it sure is convenient that none of them see fit to mention that if you are experiencing those things, you can literally just talk to your endocrinologist about what your options are and then take a quarter of a pill every day to fix it. Almost like making you aware of that might move you away from their end goal, which is getting you to detransition.

[icarusredwings]

This has been on my mind for NO Fucking reason so to make it shut up, lets talk about it.

"Why doesn't Wade just do chemotherapy?"

In this essay, I will explain the answer to that question, looking at Germ cancer cells and testicular cancer rates to decide-

Can Wade have biological kids?

Let's start with the basic facts.

What a germ cell tumor?

A germ cell tumor is a mass made of reproductive cells, also called germ cells. “Germ” is short for “germinate,” which means to mature. For men and people assigned male at birth (AMAB), germ cells mature into sperm. Related, germ cell tumors most often form where eggs get made (ovaries) and where sperm gets made (testicles).

[ https://my.clevelandclinic.org/health/diseases/23505-germ-cell-tumor]

Testicular cancer.

Most testicular cancers start in cells known as germ cells and are called germ cell tumours. Germ cells in men produce sperm. Testicular germ cell tumours can develop from germ cell neoplasia in situ (GCNIS). GCNIS means that there are abnormal cells in the testicle.

[https://www.cancerresearchuk.org/about-cancer/testicular-cancer/types#:~:text=Most%20testicular%20cancers%20start%20in,abnormal%20cells%20in%20the%20testicle.]

More than 90% of testicular cancer start in the germ cells, which are cells in the testicles and develop into sperm. This type of cancer is known as testicular germ cell cancer. Testicular germ cell cancer can be classified as either seminomas or nonseminomas, which may be identified by microscopy.

[https://www.cancer.gov/ccg/research/genome-sequencing/tcga/studied-cancers/testicular-germ-cell-study ]

Treatments.

At the moment there is not a lot of options, the most common are:

Chemotherapy

Radiation

Surgery

Chemotherapy.

Chemotherapy works by stopping or slowing the growth of cancer cells, which grow and divide quickly. Because of his healing factor, this would probably not work and if anything cause Wade more illness seeing as Chemo causes

Fatigue

Hair loss

Easy bruising and bleeding

Infection

Anemia (low red blood cell counts)

Nausea and vomiting

Appetite changes

Constipation

Diarrhea

Mouth, tongue, and throat problems such as sores and pain with swallowing

Peripheral neuropathy or other nerve problems, such as numbness, tingling, and pain

Skin and nail changes such as dry skin and color change

Urine and bladder changes and kidney problems

Weight changes

Chemo brain, which can affect concentration and focus (serve mind fog)

Mood changes

Changes in libido and sexual function

And last but not least Fertility problems

[https://www.cancer.org/cancer/managing-cancer/treatment-types/chemotherapy/chemotherapy-side-effects.html ]

Radiation.

At high doses, radiation therapy kills cancer cells or slows their growth by damaging their DNA. Cancer cells whose DNA is damaged beyond repair stop dividing or die. When the damaged cells die, they are broken down and removed by the body. In theory this would work a little bit, for about 12 minutes and then he immediately would have all of those dead cells back because while the radiology killed one spot, cancer spreads. Quickly. With his healing factor its MUCH quicker too. All that pain for nothing.

Fatigue

Hair loss

Memory or concentration problems

Throat problems, such as trouble swallowing

Cough

Shortness of breath

Taste changes

Skin changes (such as burning and peeling)

Less active thyroid gland

Sexual problems

Fertility problems

Urinary and bladder problems

[https://www.cancer.gov/about-cancer/treatment/types/radiation-therapy]

Surgery.

I dont even need any sources for this. We saw what happened to his legs when ripped off. They just grew back. And if removing cancer cells makes newer cancer cells? That's useless.

Summary.

Wades entire body is cancerous. Yes. His ENTIRE body. Every arm, toe, and fingernail on this man is cancerous. His healing factor is literally just having rapid cancer growth (amongst other things)

Chemotherapy and radiation will not work on him. Chemotherapy works by killing cancerous cells in order to grow healtheir ones. Except Wade can only produce cancerous cells. Yes, while they are new and much more likely in the very early stages, it's still cancerous.

This being said, there is no cure or treatment for Wades Cancer (that we know of at this time) Its quite physically the only thing keeping him with super hero powers yet still remains even after his powers are taken.

Hate to say it.

I hate to say it but statistically removing older, more advanced cells to replace with newer, less progressive cells (aka removing or ripping off his limbs/ parts of his body so they can grow back as new and fresh) is probably the best 'treatment' Wade has right now. Radiology would work the same, right?

Yes, but A. Not as B. Too many side effects that he he'll have to deal with MORE making him even more crazy and sick. Why would he do that when he can just tease Logan into slicing a hurt leg off and go from there?

Will the treatment help him be fertile?

Realistically, without his powers, he probably would be dead in a week, perhaps less due to just HOW much cancer this man truly has.

Chemo would also make it worse. So much worse, in fact. Both pain wise and his chances at ever biologically having a child.

Result(s) Before the cancer was diagnosed, (66%) 79/120 couples who attempted to conceive succeeded within 1 year. After (Cancer) treatment, (43%) 38/88 couples conceived within 1 year.

[https://www.fertstert.org/article/S0015-0282(03)00335-2/fulltext]

Testical Germ Cell Tumors are associated with semen abnormalities before orchiectomy. This review shows an increase in abnormal semen parameters among men with TGCT even outside the treatment effects of orchiectomy, radiation, or chemotherapy.

[https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC4270136/ ]

The way that TGCT affects the sperm is that it's very common for not only lower sperm count (obviously, it's hard to produce when you're fighting an entire body illness) but also changes the shape of the sperm which makes it very difficult to reach the egg. Sperm with crooked tails, double tails, double heads, or even broken sperm have a very hard time reaching the egg (think of it like natural selection) and die off before they get anywhere. If you already have low countage and most of them can't make it?

Well that's much lower chances of fertility.

In the comics.

In the comics, Wade has a daughter named Eleanor Camacho in which he was unaware of because her mother saw his face and ran away in terror. The entire thing is that her mother thought she was going to die and decided fuck it, if im gonna die Im gonna die happy so decided to spend these last moments with wade (who she literally just met- if that aint weird in itself idk what is).

She only ever found him to demand child support, and he refused to believe such a beautiful child could he his given his stance of insecurity and well- Just utter shock anyway, I think. He is right. Eleanor is gorgeous as a baby and as an adult.

(There's actually a whole comic where he's trying to fight death so his daughter doesn't die before him because he "couldn't bear the thought of living without her" so they activate a bomb "with the power of a black hole" and comit death together. It's very sweet)

TLDR

In conclusion.

Yes, Wade can have children, but he has a better chance at being successful if he removes his lower half and regrows it so that its *less* cancerous than before cells, therefore hes more likely to have normal shaped sperm and probably more of it during the process.

No, chemotherapy, radiation, and surgery would not be effective. Unfortunately, the most effective thing for him is ripping his limbs off sometimes.

"Forest- why the fuck did you write this?"

You know... I really don't know. I wanted to become a bio geneticist, and here I am. Writing about some bald guys' balls on the Internet. Siiigghh... anyway. Use this. however you want, I don't even care at this point.

[st4rfckerz]

Town Tramp | Anakin Skywalker x reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: mdni 18+, sub!ani, dubcon (?), handjob, oral (male receiving), virginity loss

summary: Anakin has only lived in the small town of Meadowgrove for a few months and is already making new friends.

a/n: thank you all for being so patient with me while i took this little break, i really needed it 😭 but with that i’m very sure i’ll be posting normally very very soon.

The sun rises above the horizon, casting a warm haze over the quaint little town of Meadowgrove. Anakin Skywalker leaned against the counter of the local diner, chatting quietly with one of the cooks. He’d only been living in the small city for a little over three months, but he was already growing fond of its charm.

After exchanging a few final words, Anakin pushed open the door of the small restaurant, the bright summer sun blinding him, causing him to shield his eyes with his large hand. He glanced across the vacant sidewalk before spotting you casually walking along, your fingers opening a pack of cigarettes. As you stopped to pick a cigarette out of the box, a loud, obnoxious engine roared to life, accompanied by a chorus of rowdy laughter. A red, dilapidated pickup truck full of young men came speeding around the corner, the smell of old gasoline in the air. With a triumphant yell, one of the passengers threw a half-empty beer bottle out the window, aiming directly at you, its contents splattering across your shirt and legs.

Anakin's heart leaped into his throat as he watched the bottle arch through the air. It landed with a thud at your feet, followed by a chorus of degrading names and crude laughter. Your eyes flashed with anger, and without hesitation, you flipped the truck's occupants off as they sped away. Anakin marched forward, his strong hands balled into fists.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice a soft rumble.

“Yeah ‘m fine,” you respond, angrily wiping the spilled beer off your skin. Your gaze flicked to Anakin for a moment, and you couldn't help but take a second look. A small smile tugged at the corners of your mouth. “Do I know you?” you say as you squint your eyes at him.

“Not that I know of,” Anakin replied, sticking his hands in his pockets. “I've only been here for a few months. Just moved in from a farm on the outskirts.” He glanced down at your pack of cigarettes, then back up at your face, unsure how to proceed. “Do you need help with that?” he asked, gesturing to the cigarette between your fingers. You smiled, your eyes meeting his as you bent down to meet the flame.

“Thanks,” you said, inhaling deeply, giving him your name shortly after. Your voice was smooth, like honey. Anakin flicked the lighter with a practiced ease, his face serious as he watched your lips part. “Anakin,” he replied, feeling his cheeks heat up slightly. He took a step back, unsure of what to say next.

“Well, I should get goin’,” you said, your eyes never wavering from Anakin's. “I'll see you around.”

“Wait,” He hesitated, concern lacing his face. “I don’t think it's safe for you to walk home by yourself,” he explains softly. You nodded, your smile returning as you tapped the ashes off the cigarette.

“Alright.” you said, taking one last drag before dropping it to the ground and crushing it beneath your boot. You started walking, your hair moving gently as you walked, reminding the boy of wildflowers swaying in the breeze. Anakin fell into step behind you, his own boots clicking against the pavement. “So, how long have you been in Meadowgrove?” he asked, trying to break the silence.

“Since I was a little girl,”you replied, glancing over your shoulder at him with a playful grin. “What did you move to this lousy town for?”

Anakin shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “Just needed a change of pace.”

You chuckled, crossing your arms in front of you. “A change of pace can be good,” you agreed. “I like the quiet here, but it can also be a little lonely.”

Anakin nodded in understanding. “Yeah, I've been keeping to myself mostly. It's tough to meet people.”

“Not anymore,” you smile, your eyes gleaming in the light. “Now you've got a walking companion.”

Your small conversation flowed easily in between the comfortable silence you fell into, the stillness of the town around you broken only by the occasional chirp of a lone mockingbird.

Eventually, you arrived at a small, white house nestled between two others. It had a porch with two lonely chairs and an american flag hung up in the window.

“Well, here we are, I hope you weren’t expectin’ Buckingham palace.” you announce, stopping in front of the withered porch. “Thank you for the walk, Anakin.” He smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction in knowing he'd been able to help you.

“Anytime. It was nice meeting you-”

Before he could finish his sentence, you gently grabbed his arm, your fingers barely brushing against the fabric of his flannel.

“Hey wait,” you chirp, your voice soft and inviting. “Do you wanna come in for a minute? It’s so hot, I can’t just let you tread back in the heat without a drink or something.”

He swallowed, his gaze flicking to your lips before meeting your eyes once more. “O-okay.” he finally replies, his voice barely above a whisper.

The rickety screen door swung shut behind them, revealing a quaint, rustic living room. Vintage furniture filled the space, each piece well-loved and showing the signs of a life well-lived. A soft, plush couch sat near the fireplace, its floral print inviting. A rocking chair sat in the corner, a knitted blanket draped over the armrest. The walls were adorned with framed photographs and paintings, each one telling a story of your past. A wooden coffee table sat in the center, surrounded by a few mismatched chairs.

“What’ll you have?” you ask as you head towards the illuminated kitchen. Anakin stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, rocking anxiously back and forth on his heels. He found himself admiring the intricate detailing on the wooden table.

“Water’s fine.” He says with a tight smile. You soon returned with two glasses of ice-cold water, Anakin's eyes flicked to yours. “Thanks.” he muttered, taking the glass from your hands.

You sit on the plush couch, patting the seat next to you. “Come sit down, I don’t bite.” you joke, a smile playing on your lips as you settle in. Anakin did as you suggested, feeling the softness of the couch envelop him. He glanced around the room, taking in the cozy atmosphere.

“So, where are you headed when you leave here?” you ask, your curiosity piqued. Anakin swallowed the last of his water, setting the glass down on the coffee table.

“I don’t know, maybe just wander around for a bit, get some fresh air before bed.”

You nodded, sipping your water. “Well, if you ever need a companion on your wanders, you know where to find me.” Anakin smiled, feeling a sense of ease as he gazed at you.

“I'll keep that in mind,” he replied, his heart warming at the thought of spending more time with you. You pulled your knees sideways on the couch, resting your head on your hand propped on the back of the couch as you stared at Anakin. As you shifted in your seat, your cleavage was momentarily revealed, catching Anakin's eye. His heart skipped a beat, and he felt his cheeks flush with heat. He quickly stood up, his movements a little too abrupt. “I uh, I should get going.” he said, his voice a bit strained.

You looked up at him, confusion in your sweet eyes. “So soon?” you asked, tilting your head to the side. Anakin fumbled with his words, his mind racing with any possible excuses.

“Yeah I gotta head back, can’t leave my folks waiting for too long y’know.” he replied with a nervous chuckle, his gaze darting around the room. You smiled knowingly.

“I’m sure they’re fine, you don’t wanna leave me here alone do you?” you teased, your eyes never leaving his. He hesitated for a moment, the heat in his cheeks refusing to subside. But your playful smile and the warmth of the room proved too enticing. Slowly, he settled back onto the couch, his body easing into its familiar position.

You chuckled softly, your hand brushing against his as you scooted closer. “There you go.” your voice a content hum.

Anakin sat stiffly on the couch, his nerves still on edge. You noticed his discomfort and reached over to gently squeeze his forearm. “Relax, Anakin.” you coo, your voice smooth as honey. His muscles slowly began to unclench, the tension draining away under your touch. He let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, his body finally relaxing into the plush couch.

As Anakin relaxed, his eyes fluttered shut, surrendering to the calm that enveloped him. His breathing evened out, and the tension in his body dissipated. But as his mind finally began to clear itself, a bulge began to form in his jeans.

You noticed the change, your smile widening. You shifted closer to him, your warm breath brushing against his ear. "I think you're enjoying yourself more than you thought, Anakin," you whispered, your hand gently brushing against his bulge.

His eyes snap open as he jerked away from your body.

“I didn’t- I’m so sorry, I’ll get going-” he stammered, his face a fiery red. You placed a gentle hand on Anakin's shoulder, your touch soothing.

“It's okay,” you coo, your voice soft and reassuring. “There's no need to be embarrassed.” You leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his ear as you spoke softly.

“Let me take care of you.”

Anakin's breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he should say no, but the temptation was too great. Anakin’s eyes peered down to your hand, and to his own surprise, he found himself slowly nodding his head.

“Just relax.” You whisper, your fingers deftly unbuttoning his jeans. Anakin's breath caught in his throat as you slide your hand inside his pants, your touch gentle yet firm. He leaned back against the couch, his eyes fluttering shut as you began to stroke him through his boxers. Anakin's body responded to your touch, his hips bucking impatiently into your hand.

You obliged by pushing Anakin's boxers just beneath his balls, revealing his leaking cock.

“Aw baby, look at you,” You leaned forward, your spit landing right on his enraged tip. The cool glob felt like heaven against his heated skin. Anakin's body jerked, his head falling back against the couch as he let out a soft whine. His grip on the armrests tightened, his knuckles turning white.

“You feelin’ okay, sweet boy?” Your free hand reached up to caress Anakin's cheek, your touch gentle as you leaned in to kiss him softly.

His eyes fluttered open, meeting yours for a moment before closing again. “Y-yeah,” he groaned, his voice thick with need.

You increased your pace, your hand pumping his cock with feverish intensity. As you leaned forward once more, your lips slowly enveloped the head of his cock, your warm mouth enveloping him.

Anakin's back arched, his entire body trembling as you took him deeper down your throat. Your tongue swirled around the sensitive tip as your hand continuing to stroke the base.

Anakin didn't know what to do with his hands, his brain hazy with pleasure. Eventually, he reached out and gently rested his hands on the back of your head, his fingers carefully threading through your hair. The tension in Anakin's body tightened, his hips bucking up greedily into your mouth and soft whimpers leaving his lips as he felt himself getting closer and closer.

Anakin whined softly, his body trembling as he felt the edge nearing. “I’m so, ah- I’m s-so close.” he whimpered, his grip on your hair tightening. Sensing his urgency, you pulled your mouth off his aggravated cock, your lips glistening with saliva.

“Not yet,” you warn him. Anakin's brows furrowed, his body still quivering with need. “You’re too pretty to let go of so soon.”

You stood up and gracefully removed your shorts and underwear. You straddled his lap, your warm, wet cunt teasingly close to his throbbing erection.

Anakin's heart raced, his eyes drinking in the sight of your exposed body. “I haven't done this before,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. You smiled, your hand stilling for a moment.

“It's okay,” you reassured him, your voice gentle. “Do you still want to?” Anakin nodded, his heart pounding in his chest.

He hums a ‘mhm’ his voice firm despite the nerves that coursed through him. You slowly lowered yourself onto him, your warmth enveloping him completely. Anakin let out a shaky breath, his hands gripping your hips as you began to move. The sensation was unlike anything he'd ever experienced, every nerve in his body alight with electricity.

You rode him slowly at first, your movements smooth and deliberate. You leaned forward and your lips brushing against his as you began to pick up the pace. Anakin's body responded to your touch, his hips rising to meet yours.

Anakin whimpered underneath you and his head tipped back against the back of the couch. You felt his hands finding their way to your hips, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he began to gently guide your movements. Anakin's body tensed, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. He could feel his orgasm building once more, the hot burn coiling within him, just waiting to snap.

“I’m- I’m so close,” he gasped, his grip on your hips tightening. You increased your pace, your movements quick and precise.

“I know sweetheart. Be a good boy and make me cum with you.” you muse from above him. Your words set off the final spark, and Anakin's body convulsed as he released inside your cunt. Your own orgasm followed close behind, your body shuddering as you rode out your climax.

“That was-” The sound of the front door opening jolted the both of you back to reality. Your heart leapt into your throat as you heard your father's voice, speaking about coming home early from work. Anakin's eyes widened, his body instantly tense.

You quickly hopped off Anakin’s lap, your heart pounding as you scrambled to cover yourself. Your father strode into the living room, his expression changing from exhaustion to pure anger.

“What in the world do you think you're doing?” he demanded, his eyes narrowing as they landed on Anakin. His face paled, his heart sinking as he realized the gravity of the situation.

Your father's anger boiled over, his voice a bellow as he ordered, “Get out of my house!” Anakin scrambled to pull up his pants, his movements hurried and clumsy as he tried to leave. You were too stunned to move and watched as he fumbled with the zipper.

In his haste, Anakin tripped on the rug, his body crashing forward as he tried to catch himself. The fall sent him tumbling out the front door, his body landing on the porch with a thud.

“And I don’t wanna see you around here anymore!” Your father slammed the door shut, leaving Anakin alone on the porch. His face burned with embarrassment, but he forced himself to his feet to finish pulling up his pants. Anakin brushed the dirt from the front of his pants and went on his merry way.

The walk back felt like an eternity, his thoughts whirling while he tried to make sense of the situation. The town that had once felt like a haven now seemed to mock him, the houses standing tall and judgmental as he made his way back to his humble abode.

[rebelliousmuse]

Is it true? - M.S.

Warning: oral (male receiving).

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Papers with crossed-out video ideas littered the table. You leaned back on the couch. "Guys, it's Sunday. Relax, you have all week to brainstorm."

Nick ran a hand through his already ruffled hair. "But tomorrow's Monday! We need a banger for Friday." Matt sprawled on the floor; phone glued to his face.

Chris burst out dramatically, "She's right! We can think tomorrow! It's already too late and I'm STARVING!" He threw open the fridge with a groan, only to be met with several cans of soda.

"How can it be empty?" Nick shrieked, peering into the fridge with disbelief. "I don't know, but I'm not going out this late," Matt mumbled, already anticipating Chris's next move.

"Fine, then we'll Uber!" Chris declared, already pulling out his phone. His stomach rumbled ominously.

"I'll come with you," Nick whipped his head towards you, "Are you coming?".

"Actually, I think I'll stay. What if we do a poll on your Instagram?" You looked at Matt, seeing him give a small nod.

"The fans could decide what you guys do next! Matt and I could pick out a few funny or interesting ideas." You explained your plan.

Chris yanked on a hoodie, shoving his phone into his pocket. Leaning over Nick's shoulder, he announced, "Uber's a few blocks away, dude.”

Meanwhile, Matt had his brow furrowed as he typed out the poll story. A low murmur escaped his lips every now and then, presumably internal commentary.

Nick, however, remained glued to the brainstorming session. "Giant Jenga in the park? We’ve done that on tour. Ghost pepper challenge? Nah, too basic… Mystery food taste test?" He trailed off.

Just then, Chris poked his head back in. "Car's here, let's go!" he crowed, before disappearing down the stairs.

A comfortable silence settled in the room once they were gone. You glanced at Matt, still engrossed in his phone. A slow smile spread across your face as you remembered his peculiar fondness for pineapple. There was a mischievous glint in your eye as your mind went to something it shouldn’t.

Matt finally tore his gaze away from his phone, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. He glanced at you, then stopped short. Your face was practically glowing, a spark in your eyes. A silent giggle escaped your lips, and you quickly clamped a hand over your mouth, only making your smile stretch wider.

"What are you smiling about?" he asked, his own smile faltering slightly in confusion.

You peeked out from behind your hand. "Nothing just remembered something," you mumbled, trying (and failing) to appear innocent.

"Would it be a good video idea?" The question sent a fresh wave of giggles cascading through you. You buried your face in your hands, your shoulders shaking with laughter.

Matt's smile vanished completely, replaced by a furrowed brow. He leaned closer, "Well?" he asked, completely lost.

After a while trying to regain your composure, you finally managed to look up, a single, choked chuckle escaping your lips. Matt just rolled his eyes.

"Fine, don't tell me,” He muttered, about to turn back to his phone.

But you couldn't resist. Leaning forward, you lowered your voice to a dramatic whisper. "Is it true?"

"What?" he asked.

You leaned in even closer, eyes twinkling. "You know… the thing with the pineapple and…" you trailed off, waiting for the light bulb to flicker on in his head.

Matt's brow furrowed even deeper. "What about the pineapple?" he repeated, completely at a loss. "The fact that I like it?"

"No, silly!" you exclaimed, barely containing another giggle. "You know what… about the thing it does…" You trailed off again, hoping he'd catch on.

He repeated, "What about the pineapple?" this time with a hint of exasperation in his voice.

Your cheeks flushed a light pink as you fidgeted with the hem of your shirt. "You know…" you mumbled. A playful smile tugged at the corners of your lips, but you quickly looked down at your lap, overwhelmed by a sudden shyness.

Matt groaned dramatically, throwing his hands up in the air. "Oh my god, Y/N, just say it!" he exclaimed with exasperation. "You're killing me with this suspense!"

Taking a deep breath, you leaned in. "Is it true that pineapple makes it…sweeter?" you finally blurted out.

Matt stared at you for a moment, his brow furrowed in confusion. Then, slowly, a blush mirrored yours creeping up his neck. His eyes widened in realization, and a gasp escaped his lips. Oh. That's what you were talking about.

A wide grin split his face, revealing a dazzling display of white teeth. He leaned back, letting out a hearty laugh. "I don't know, Y/N," he said, staring at you.

Matt's eyes locked with yours for a beat longer than necessary. A playful glint danced in their depths, and a hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Was he… teasing you? The heat rose in your cheeks, and you quickly looked away.

He cleared his throat, breaking the unexpected tension. "Why are you asking?" he continued with amusement.

"Well, it's just…" you stammered, cheeks burning even hotter. "I've seen some things online, you know, about pineapples and… well, let's just say I was curious."

Matt nodded slowly, his gaze still lingering on you for a moment too long. Finally, he seemed to tear himself away, but just as he started to look away, you blurted out, "Alright, alright, show me the poll options for your Friday video" You forced a laugh.

He chuckled and started walking over to you, phone in hand. "Here you go, curious one," he said, a playful smile on his face as he sat next to you on the couch.

You scrolled through the answers given by their fans, but your mind kept wandering back to your question.

Your thumb hovered over the screen, scrolling. You stole a glance at Matt, finding him already gazing at you. His eyes crinkled at the corners, a playful smile tugging at his lips. A blush crept up your neck, a shy smile mirroring his before you quickly looked away. But the question burned on your tongue, and you couldn't resist another peek.

"Can I find out?" you whispered.

Matt's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Find out?" he repeated, his voice was low.

You nodded shyly, biting your lower lip as your doe eyes flickered back to his. A blush stained his cheeks, mirroring the heat rising in your own. Taking a slow, deliberate breath, you began to turn towards him.

Matt instinctively leaned back, resting his back on the couch. His legs fell slightly apart as you reached out, hands brushing against his thighs. You knelt between his legs, your heart hammering in your chest.

"Is this okay?" you asked softly, your voice barely a whisper. You couldn't miss the way his breathing hitched, how his eyes darkened with desire, and a faint blush painted his cheeks, as his gaze devoured yours.

His nod was a curt movement, his eyes never leaving yours. Your fingers trembled slightly as you reached for his belt buckle, the cool metal sending a jolt through your hand. Taking a shaky breath, you unfastened the leather, the click echoing in the sudden silence of the room.

You tackled his denim jeans next. As you peeled the fabric down his legs, you noticed a subtle shift in his posture. He hitched his hips upwards ever so slightly, making it easier for you to take his pants off. The denim landed on the floor, revealing a bulge that strained against the thin fabric of his boxer.

The sight stole your breath away. Heat flooded your cheeks. Tentatively, you reached out, fingertips brushing the soft cotton. Matt inhaled sharply. With a growing sense of urgency, you decided to see it all.

Slowly, you peeled down the last remaining barrier. The sight that greeted you was both breathtaking and intimidating. Your mouth instinctively watered in anticipation. Licking your lips unconsciously, you prepared to finally explore with your mouth, seeking the answer to the question that had consumed your thoughts.

His gaze locked with yours, his tongue nervously darting across his bottom lip, as you spitted into the palm of your right hand. A slow smile played on your lips. Deliberately, you mirrored his action, wetting your own lips. Matt's breath hitched, his pupils dilating as you drew your hand up, finally meeting his gaze again with a provocative glint.

As your hand glided across his skin, a low moan escaped his lips, his body tensing slightly with anticipation. You massaged his cock up and down repetitively, his response was immediate – a sharp intake of breath, his eyes fluttering closed momentarily. The pace quickened, fuelled by his growing moans and the deepening furrow of his brow.

"Need that pretty mouth on my dick," he rasped, his voice thick with desire. A smirk tugged at your lips. You leaned closer, the heat of his body practically radiating against your skin. Following his plea, you trailed a wet line down his length with your tongue, finally swirling around his tip, sending a tremor through his body as you put his whole dick into your mouth, beginning to pump your head up and down.

His right hand reached out, his fingers weaving into your hair, in a desperate tangle. As your head bobbed up and down, the loose strands brushed against your flushed cheeks, his moans grew ragged, each one punctuated by a sharp intake of breath. “Fuck… good girl, yeah… just like that” His head laid back, eyes squeezed shut, the strain evident in the clenched jaw. "So close, baby," he rasped. "Cum for me, Matt." The urgency in your voice seemed to spur him on. And so, after a few more movements from your mouth, you felt his sweet cum releasing into your mouth. You licked his dick, cleaning him up.

You bit down on your lower lip, the question finally answered. A burst of juicy sweetness flooded your mouth, the tang of fresh pineapple lingering long after you swallowed. A genuine smile spread across your face, your eyes sparkling with amusement. "Next time you get more pineapple," you teased, your voice in a low purr, "let me know. You taste absolutely delicious." He threw his head back with a groan, eyes fluttering closed as if struck. A low moan escaped his lips when you lowered your head, the warmth of his skin welcoming your mouth once again. Your touch sent shivers down his spine, his legs trembling with pleasure as you continue to suck his dick, making him cum for a few more times until you heard a noise at the front door downstairs.

You licked your lips one last time, savouring the lingering taste of Matt. He was a mess, hair plastered to his forehead, eyes glazed with a satisfied exhaustion. A tired smile tugged at the corners of his lips as you playfully passed him his boxers. The soft cotton felt cool in your hands as you helped him dress, his muscles relaxing with each article of clothing. The sound of his ragged breaths filled the air, punctuated by the jingle of the belt buckle as it slipped through your fingers. "You look incredibly handsome right now," you murmured, leaning in to brush a kiss against his cheek. A blush crept up his neck as a tired smile appeared on his lips.

Just then, downstairs the door creaked open, and Nick and Chris burst in, carrying a large bag. When they reached upstairs, Matt was sitting on the couch again, and you smiled at them.

"Hey, we brought some tacos!" Nick announced in a singsong voice, his smile faltering slightly when he saw Matt's flushed face and dazed expression. "Are you okay?" he asked concerned.

Matt cleared his throat, his voice raspy. "Yeah, I'm just really tired."

"Okay, have some tacos and then go to sleep, bro," Chris said, clapping Matt on the shoulder.

As the bag crinkled open, releasing the enticing aroma of spicy ground beef and seasoned vegetables, you brought some sodas for the four of you. You settled in around the table with Matt, stealing smiles and glances at each other filled with a shared sense of intimacy. Across the table, the boys were engrossed in their phones, scrolling through the endless suggestions flooding their Instagram story.

[azrielsdove]

Love and Loss: Ch.5

Warnings: Angst, Suggestive, 18+

Ch.4 Here | Ch.6 Here

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As if Rhysand couldn’t get any more insufferable, he was refusing to get rid of the marriage bond. You had taken to wearing long sleeves, covering the tattoo that symbolized your love for so many years. He was doing it to further upset you, annoyed that his brothers came to your aid. In his mind, everything he did was justified and as their High Lord they should have been on his side.

It took you a week to recover from his attack on your mind, plagued with awful nightmares whenever you tried to sleep. Madja had ended up giving you a sleeping daught, knocking you out for two days straight. You welcomed it, wishing you would never wake.

Azriel and Cassian had decided that one of them would remain by your side at all times. You were getting tired of their constant protectiveness, but you appreciated them more than they would ever know. They could have allowed you to die at Rhysand’s hand that night, standing by their brother as always. Instead they went directly against him, saving your life in the process. You knew they were being punished for their actions. Cassian had told you how he was trying to send them away on different missions, missions they both refused. On more than one occasion they had come back bruised and bloody, a sign of the High Lords anger.

Azriel was sitting with you in the private library, the two of you reading quietly. He was surprised you wanted to return to this room, that you still took comfort in it. You had explained that you refused to let Rhysand take all joy away from you. So he sat in the armchair across from you, a shadow whispering over your skin from time to time.

Your eyes were focused on the book in your hands, but your mind was lost in the memory that had been pulled from you the night of the attack. When you told Azriel about Rhysand, and the strange way he reacted. You had been replaying that afternoon over and over, remembering the way you he avoided you for months after that. It left an uncomfortable feeling in you, like there was something you didn’t know. Rhysand had been ever more charming after that, finding you that night to press harsh kisses on your skin. He left countless marks over you, claiming you as his. Then you thought it was endearing, romantic. Now, you weren’t so sure.

You weren’t sure if anything Rhysand ever did or said was real. As angry as you were at him, you struggled to believe your entire marriage had been a lie. A lie to, he said, ‘dangle over Azriel’s head’. You were beginning to understand there had always been more at stake, and that maybe you chose the wrong male all those years ago.

Your gaze moved up from your book, looking to the male sitting across from you. You took in the way his leg was propped on top of the other, one large hand resting on it. Your eyes traveled up his massive arms, focusing on how tiny his book seemed in his giant grip. His eyebrows were furrowed, hazel eyes moving as they read the words in front of him. You stared at the sharp angle of his jaw, the lip he was biting on as he read. The shadows swirling around him sped up, running through his hair and down his neck at the notice of you. You were overcome with desire for that to be you, to run your fingers down his neck. You imagined the sounds he would make as you touched him, the way he would moan your name when you sucked-

“Hello? You okay over there?” His words broke you out of your heated daydream, your legs squeezing tight together. You couldn’t help the low blush the covered your cheeks, coughing slightly.

“Uh, yea. Sorry. I was just, thinking.” You got out, shoving your face back into your book. You were confused by the sudden lust for your friend, and embarrassed that he had caught you staring at him.

“Okay,” he chuckled, sensing your lie. He turned back to his book, but your eyes didn’t dare move up to him again. What was going on with you?

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Azriel’s POV

Fuck, he cursed, watching the blush spread over her cheeks. He shifted slightly, trying to cover his hard-on. He hadn’t excepted her to be looking at him like that, pupils blown wide and mouth slightly open. It took everything in him to not jump across the coffee table and take her on that sofa, make her cry out his name for everyone to hear.

He pulled his eyes back to his book, trying to push the filthy thoughts away. He was used to thinking them about her, he would admit. However, he was not used to her thinking them about him. He knew exactly what was going through her mind while her gaze roved over him, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. He couldn’t help but think back to all those years ago, when he should have stopped her from going with Rhys.

He had a bad feeling when she had told him Rhys was courting her. Something stirred in his chest, a warning to protect her. He knew his brother was aware how he felt about her, and yet he still chose to peruse her. It seemed most unlike Rhys at the time, to be so blatantly disrespectful to him. The words on the page blurred as his mind went back to that day.

He flew directly to Rhys, certain that she had to be misunderstanding his intentions. He rushed into his study, pulling him out of whatever important documents he was reading. “Az!” Rhys greeted warmly, smiling at him.

Azriel did not return the warmth.

“What are you playing at?” He demanded, shadows flitting about anxiously.

“Excuse me?” Rhys asked, expression turning cold.

“You’re courting her now?” Azriel’s voice was hard, barely keeping his anger in at the wicked smile Rhys threw at him.

“Is that a problem, brother?”

“You know that it is.”

“Do I? All you said is that you think there is something between you. If she wanted you, why would she choose to go with me?”

Azriel’s temper flared, his wings spreading as his anger ran through him. “Why go after her, Rhys?”

He took in the cold eyes and cruel smile on the High Lords face, unable to believe this was the same male he had called his brother all these years. “I like a challenge, Az.”

“She isn’t a game, Rhysand.”

“Not her. You. How far are you willing to go to get the girl?” Azriel glared at the teasing look on his face, wanting to rip it off.

“I will not interrupt her happiness with you. If you truly love her, I will stand down.”

Rhys laughed. “Ever the gallant male.” He stood, walking around the desk to face Azriel. “I don’t love her yet. I do, however, love making you mad. I love the sounds she makes when she’s under me, I love the way she moans my name. Would you like to see, brother?”

Azriel’s mind was blank with rage. He hadn’t even realized he had lunged at the other male until the two of them tumbled out the window, wings beating furiously as they fought in the air. “You are a dirty bastard, Rhysand!” Azriel bellowed, the wind whipping between the two of them wickedly.

“You can do better than a little no-one fae!” Rhys yelled back, laughter on his lips.

“I won’t let you treat her like this!” Azriel went for him again, missing by an inch as Rhys dodged his grasp.

“I treat her wonderfully. She feels loved and happy, does she not? She’s certainly beautiful enough to be the wife of the High Lord, wouldn’t you agree?”

“You disgust me.”

“Ah, but do I? Would you not do anything to have her as your own? You understand the draw she has, the desire to taste her.”

One of Azriel’s shadows hit Rhys square in the chest, causing him to fall back in the air. “You don’t deserve her.”

Rhys flew back up, annoyed at this argument. “Are you going to be the one to break her heart? Tell her i’m just playing her? You can’t deny her happiness is real, you know I will keep it that way. Do you really want to destroy her perfect little world?”

Azriel paused, the words ringing true. There was no way to prove how Rhys was acting now, especially not when she believed him to handpick the stars in the sky for her. She was in love with his brother, and he couldn’t stop it. “You think you could love her one day?” His question came out hoarse, emotion taking over him.

Rhys looked almost pityingly at his brother, flying back to land on the window in his office. “I could,” he said honestly. “What may have started as a way to get under your skin is turning into something true. She really is quite amazing, Az.” His voice was softer now, a vulnerability shining through. Azriel hovered in front of his brother, a pang in his heart at his words.

“Promise to make her happy. Don’t ever let her find out why you went after her in the first place.” Azriel said, crossing his arms. If his brother was going to act in this way, the least he could do was try to preserve her peace.

“I will. Always. Don’t ruin this for her, Azriel. I need a strong female behind me, but also one who respects and listens to me. She’s proven to be that. She’s perfect for what I need. Letting her become unhappy would destroy what i’ve created.” Rhys said, leaning back on the window frame.

Azriel nodded, still uncertain about this situation. “I will be close by if she needs me.” He said, a threat to his words.

Rhys gave him that horrible wicked smile, a tease in his eyes. “She won’t. She will be too busy screaming my name whenever you’re around.”

Azriel shook his head, forcing himself out of the memory. He was a damn fool for letting Rhysand manipulate him like that all those years ago. He had still believed he wasn’t worth anything back then, that no one would ever love him. It was only rather recently he had begun to think otherwise. He was ashamed of his past self, regret flowing through him. He wished he could go back in time and take her far, far away from this court.

Maybe it wasn’t too late for that.

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Reader POV

You laid awake that night, staring at the high ceilings of your room. The shadow Azriel kept with you floated about, twirling delicately through the air. You felt a crushing sadness, the truth about everything taking over you. You hated how much you missed Rhys. He was always so in tune with your emotions, knowing the exact perfect thing to say in any situation.

You couldn’t help but wonder if that was all part of his horrible game.

The tears slid down your face, silent and full of pain. You had never imagined a life without him. To you, Rhysand had been your everything. He was your husband, your High Lord, the joy of your life. You two had been discussing children before he was taken Under the Mountain, ready to take that next step together. You couldn’t tell if you were sad or happy that your attempts hadn’t yet succeeded by the time he was gone.

The little shadow came down, sliding across your damp cheeks. You knew it was alerting Azriel, letting him know something was wrong. You didn’t have the energy to wave it away. You were drained, tired. Your anger overshadowed your pain most of the time, but when night came the ache in your chest made itself known. You felt as if your heart was ripping itself in two, screaming at the hurt of it all.

Your bedroom door burst open, Azriel rushing to your side. You didn’t even move to look at him, having no will to do so. He silently slid into the bed with you, wrapping his arms and wings around you. He kissed your hair, a murmur of “I’m so sorry” falling from his lips. His embrace reminded you of how it used to be, before you got tangled up with the High Lord. The two of you used to fall asleep close together nearly every night, finding a comfort in each other you hadn’t had before.

You began to drift off at his soothing presence, tears slowing. The thought you’d been having too often lately circled your mind, leading you into sleep. You wanted to ignore it, the implications it held too frightening for you to deal with right now. Had you overlooked what had been right in front of you this whole time?

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[ja3hwa]

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【Synopsis】 : Your life might of been turned upside down within only a couple of hours. But you can't help but think it was the best thing that could of ever happened.

『Word count』 : 3k

-> Genre: Suggestive. Supernatural. Dark Romance

Pairing: Ot8!Vampire!Ateez x Human!Reader [Currently Seonghwa/Jongho/Yeosang]

[Warnings] : Blood Drinking. Biting. Wounds. Gore. Swearing. Dirty talk. Yeosang is mean but isn't really. Jongho can read minds. Mention of all members having super abilities. Mixture of past and present writing. Clubbing. Pet names. Jongho give the best forehead kisses. Reader talks about her abusive past. Angst but Jongie is a soother.

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Yeosang was quick to hang up the phone once he ended his conversation with Jongho. His eyes were darting all over the bar trying his best to see if he could find the young woman he saw but alas she was gone. As if she was never there to begin with. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. He swore to himself over again, racking his fingers through his washed-out green hair. He turned away for only a second, how could she have disappeared? He rubbed his jaw quickly letting out yet another huff before turning to head back towards his office but as he turned he slammed right into someone.

“Shit!” He swore this time aloud, seeing his button-up was covered in sweet liquor. Stupid fucking humans. Stupid, disgusting hu─

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t even see you. Oh my, I’m so clumsy.” Your voice was sweet, like silk. He hates himself for remembering how you sounded. Your eyes finally caught him, but he was frozen, just staring at you with his mouth slightly agape. You were just as beautiful as the day they all lost you.

“Uh… It’s..It’s fine.” He was so caught off guard. You clearly didn’t know him. There was no recollection in your gaze. Just a simple apologetic smile that humans give one another when they don’t know each other. Were you even you? Were you just some human that looked like you? No. You had the same voice. The same twinkle in your eye that Yeosang died to see every chance he got. And….

“Well, I’m still so sorry. Here, I’ll pay for your dry cleaning.” You were being so kind to him. Kind to a stranger. Without thinking Yeosang Grabbed your wrist before you could pull your wallet out. You flinched slightly from the sudden movement of the unknown male, but you didn’t shy away from it. His touch wasn’t sending off red flags like other males who tried to touch you. No, there was something almost deja-vu like with his rough hand gripping tightly. You couldn’t explain it but it felt like you’ve been in this situation with him before.

Yeosang blinked a few times quickly, trying to find something anything to say to do. Ask for your name maybe? No, he can’t do that now in this kind of situation. So he just smiled. “No Need Pet. It was an accident.”

He let go of you roughly, which he didn’t mean but his mind was too focused on getting away from you so he could breathe and recollect his scattered thoughts. He didn’t even get you a chance to say thank you before he was off, weaving through the crowd so he could get to one of his men so they could put out a scout for you. He needed to keep you close, keep tabs on you. Needing to know who exactly you are before he says anything else to the others. Last thing he needs is someone like Mingi, Wooyoung or San having hope you are alive.

You, on the other hand, stood there for a moment. Trying to take in exactly what happened. you felt a little odd like something was unfinished. His face looked at you with such sorrow and loss. Did you remind him of someone? And why did he call you pet?

- The Past -

Yeosang had left you to wander the grounds on your own, saying he needed to finish his work before retiring to bed. You wished him a good night before heading through the halls, not before asking him directions of course. Thankfully you were on the right track anyway and only needed to take two more rights before finally stumbling into the vast kitchen. No one was here, strange? But given the lords of the manor were not awake in the day, it should make sense. No one needed to prepare food or supply lunching or tea to anyone during these early hours of the morning.

You grabbed a drink for yourself, trying not to disturb whatever order the kitchen had seemed to be arranged in. The cool water felt heavenly down your horse throat. From the screams earlier because of Seonghwa and then the tinge of pain that is still lingering from Yeosang’s fangs. It was no wonder the liquid was healing for your vocals. A mirror was situated in the corner of the room just behind the door. Most likely so maids or servers could check their appearance before being presented in front of any high socialite they may be a guest here on occasions. You glanced over at your neck to see two harsh red punctures. The blood was cleaned and dried from Yeosang tending to your wounds, but there was still some speckles of dried blood on the hem of your sleepwear. You couldn’t understand why you felt nothing upon seeing the marks. No fear, no sense of uncomfortableness or pain. Just simply is. Like this was normal. Like it had been the most mundane thing in your abusive life.

You might be a little fucked up.

But who could blame you? Your parents were vial, your siblings were useless, and your soon-to-be was a pig. You were alone until they showed up. Until they swept you off your feet─literally─and stole you away into some fairy tale. that’s what it felt like. Like you had fallen down the rabbit hole into wonderland just like the books you’ve read had suggested. Would that make you Alice then? Maybe you’d be more of a mad hatter?

“I think you are more of the white rabbit. Soft, cute.” You jumped, turning around to see a gentle-looking but broad beefy man. Jongho… did he, did he just read my mind? “I sure did honey. You have quite a lot in there for such a young sweet thing hmm?”

“H-how….” All these questions started running through your head. How could he read your mind? Do all vampires have this ability? Have all of them been about to hear your thoughts since you got here? Jongho was suddenly in front of you, using his super-speed to cage you between the door and his warm body.

“Slow down with the questions, honey. To answer them. I’m the only one out of us that can read minds.” That made you sigh slightly in relief. “Vampires when turned or born, gain one ability. For example, I can read minds. Seonghwa can bend water. Yunho has healing abilities. And the list goes on.”

“What does Yeosang h-have…” You gulped, feeling Jongho's body so close to yours. His one hand is perfectly perched on your hip while the other lies spread against the door. You try not to make your mind wonder if he is going to bite you like the others. Or the way his lips would feel on you. Any part of you.

You notice a darkness swirl in his eyes, watching you intensely. “He should be the one to tell you…” he didn’t let you say anything else as his head dipped to your neck kissing along the wound Yeosang had left prior. His cold tongue glided over both puncture marks, tasting the little bit of dried leftover blood that had been left behind. “Your mind wanders so quickly doesn’t it honey?”

“What was it? About wanting to know if I’ll bite you. Or touch you? Maybe…” He snapped his head up, looking you straight in the eyes, like he was looking directly into your soul. Your heart was racing and you knew he could hear it. He could hear everything, from your jagged breath, shacking limbs and your sinful thoughts that you were so desperately trying to shoo away. “You wanna know how good I could fuck you? Hmm, who knew our sweet little rabbit was so naughty.”

“T-that’s not true.” You knew lying was not the best thing to do considering he can literally read your fucking mind. But you had no idea what else to say. He just chuckled, clicking his tongue lightly before closing the gap between you, making your bodies flush against one another. His nose rubbed along your neck inhaling generously. You smelt amazing to him. Like lilacs and summer rain showers. Or how a forest smells fresh and light in the early hours of dawn. He could just have you in his arms, inhaling your scent for hours and would never grow tired. He wouldn’t admit it, nor would he linger too deep in your mind either for the same reason. That he was definitely falling in love with you. Unlike his friends, he was a romantic. A dirty, filthy, romantic. And he wanted to do everything and anything to you, for you, with you. Anything for you to call him, yours.

“Such a sweet little white rabbit. So kind, even though the world has been nothing but hardship for you.” His words made a lump form in your throat, not thinking if this vampire could indeed read minds, he was not only able to see your dirty fantasies but your dark past too. Your pain. The memories you wish more than anything to erase. You didn’t want to life you were given, always praying for a new start. Or a quick death. Whichever came first you didn’t mind. But maybe now you could have that new start. One filled with love, devotion, and gratitude. Like the relationships in the stories you’ve read. One were you could feel equal even though they were all beasts. They were more human than the humans you already knew. “Let’s get you back to bed hmm?”

Jongho’s words sounded more like a question but you knew he meant it in more of a statement. Wanting you to not grow tired from the crazy event you had only hours been through. “I don’t think I could sleep even if I tried.”

“Why?” He didn’t mean to bluntly ask but he was worried. Sure he could just read your mind and find out. But he wanted to hear the emotion behind the words. He needed you to say it aloud.

“Last night…” You took a breath, relaxing a little into Jongho’s hold, as he kept you firmly between the door and his body. “It was not the first time I’d seen blood. Or death. To be fair. For a moment. I thought I was going to die tonight. And I wasn’t afraid.” You hiccuped feeling a tear break from your left eye. “I wasn’t scared of death. In fact, I was ready to welcome it. And it made me realise how much I’ve lived in a loop of pain. Waiting for something to either kill me or help me.”

It was Jongho’s turn to take a deep breath, rubbing his thumb into your hip, trying to comfort you as you spoke. “I’m glad you all came to save me. Even though this might seem crazy. And I have only known you all for less than a day. I have felt more at home here than I have my entire life. So t-thank you.”

Jongho’s undead heart broke at your little sob. You were so young and yet you had been through so much. He knew then and there he was going to protect you, shield you. Even if it meant getting himself injured or killed. He dropped his hand from the wall so he could cup your face. Your glossy, watery eyes stared up at him with so much agony. He sighed. “I won’t let anyone hurt you again. Okay, Honey. You are safe with us. You might not understand this yet but we… We have cared about you for a while.”

He wasn’t about to pour out all the confessions of you being their mate. And how they are all mated to one another and you were their missing piece. That was for another day. For now. All you needed was reassurance. A kind hand to hold. a broad chest to hug. “Come on now. Let’s actually get you back to bed now.”

He walked you back to your room where a lightly snoring Seonghwa was. You thanked Jongho again and he said ‘There is no need to thank me’ but yet you still said it again. Gave you one last smile before kissing your forehead with such gentleness. Softness like nothing you’ve ever felt. He was gone before you could even whisper out a goodnight.

[bones4thecats]

Hello! Can I make a request of a platonic angst (fluff if you think suits it better) with Diasomnia with a male reader who is actually Malleus' brother?

[SPOILERS FOR BOOK 7]

The story being that Meleanor had given birth to two eggs, those being Malleus and the reader, with the Silver Owls stealing the egg that had the reader, which ended with the egg to be sent to Earth, therefore making the reader live for many years, raised by the humans without any idea of who he is, only for the Dark Mirror to bring him to Night Raven College, shocking everyone with the appearance of a Fae that was raised by humans.

Thank you!

M! Reader Being Malleus' Missing Twin

Characters: Lilia Vanrouge and Malleus Draconia Requester: @beawesome04 A/N: I'm gonna do only Lilia and Malleus for this. I couldn't think of anything for the younger Diasomnia boys. Sorry about that! Anyways, enjoy!! By the way, this may not fully follow the canon storyline for Book 7. But, there is a piece on the top explaining the backstory of the Missing-Draconia! Reader's world. ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Book 7 and mentions of baby-napping and war ⚠️

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A decades old tale of the Fae and Human war was one that everyone was familiar with. Schools began to teach the young men and women of the future of the causes and what was used to fix everything and establish the peaceful world that they now lived in.

But, there was always a part that teachers had to withhold many key details on. The attempted abduction of the Draconia Eggs.

Many years into the war, a group of human-affiliated knights had infiltrated the Draconia Castle. And since the previous Queen of the land just had her two babies still in their eggs, a few of the men had made a plan to take them in order to prompt the royals into surrendering.

Fortunately and unfortunately, they had gotten to the eggs and almost got away with both. An at-the-time young General, Lilia Vanrouge, charged in with his men and prompted them into surrendering themselves. Though, in common human-fashion, they tricked their ways out of being held.

And when one guard went to check on the eggs, he announced with loud-blaring fear that one was missing from the nursery. This made all that heard begin to panic. The humans wouldn't be so weak as to take a not-even-hatched baby away from its home... would they?

Barking out the order of finding the missing egg was all that the Fae could do at the moment. But when they all came up empty, he couldn't believe his ears... the humans were exactly what Baul deemed them to be. Disgusting excuses of beings.

After the fall of Meleanor and her husband, Revan, and the re-crowing of the female's mother, Maleficia, Lilia began to care for not only the young heir but for his own adoptive-human son, whom he named Silver.

Despite the firm and carefree smile that was practically plastered onto his youthful-face, he couldn't help but remember the loss of that precious black and purple egg... but maybe he could locate the now-growing child overtime!

As the male floated around the new students of Night Raven College, he smiled at Malleus, who was now one year away from graduating and inheriting the throne of Briar Valley. All of a sudden, the sound of the Dark Mirror opening causes Lilia to look up in shock and ready himself with his magic.

Everybody then froze once the sight came clear. There stood a tall, maybe around 6'3, male with a very clean-and-formal black and green outfit laid wrapped around his form. With a lovely mixture of down and held-up hair black hair, the apparent Fae stood out like a sore thumb.

Especially with a duet set of horns, which folded around a green gem, which glowed brighter with each step you took closer to the members of Diasomnia.

And while your gem caught the attention of many first, only Lilia and Malleus could truly understand who he was...

"It is a pleasure to finally meet you, little brother."

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»»——————————- 　 Lilia Vanrouge 　——————————-««

🦇 When he looked at the horns you had, the previous General immediately understood who you were and what you wanted

🦇 Lilia allowed his feet to hit the ground as his mouth laid open as you stepped closer to him and his small family. And while Sebek yelled for you to stay away from Malleus, you merely ignored him and looked into the slightly-younger male's eyes

"It is a pleasure to finally meet you, little brother." You said.

🦇 This claim was one that caused many to gasp. The story of the previous Queen of Briar Valley having two eggs was true! And here the brothers were- reuniting!

🦇 Once everyone was calmed down and told to go somewhere else for the afternoon, Lilia led you and the boys back to the dorm. Specifically the lounge

🦇 When you finished speaking to Malleus and explaining everything to him, you began to look towards Lilia. And he had to admit, the way your cold eyes stared into his soul caused him alarm

🦇 You motioned for him to sit down in the seat next to you. And stated that he could ask you any question

"Where have you been all of this time? Last I knew your egg was taken by the... Silver Owls."

"Fortunately for me, Emilia, who was young maid from the castle, picked me out from the pack of one guard. She then took me home that night and took care of me until I hatched. Her and her husband raised me until they passed away of old age, maybe around 79 and 85. I now live with their oldest son, Zekial, and his wife, Pristy, who are now 59 and 58 respectively. Their great-grand-children, Madyson and Parker, assisted me in getting here. They both attend Royal Sword Academy as third-years." You replied. It was a mouthful, but it seemed to allow the man to confide in his own thoughts to piece the whole thing together.

🦇 Lilia looked at you and asked if you were raised by humans. In which you said yes and admitted that you have seen and met many humans and Fae that have either berated you or your found-family, in which you defended both species, saying they had both flaws and pros

🦇 Hearing how wise you were for a mere 178-year-old Fae made Lilia smile and laugh, prompting a questioning of the action from you

"You may be a youthful-Fae, but you show signs of growth that not even I have gotten the pleasure of having. And I've raised a human for a son!"

"Oh... I see. Is that a compliment?"

"Yes. It is, elder Draconia."

"Please, just call me Y/N. It is what Emilia named me."

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🐉 In the last 178 years, Malleus has always believed himself to be alone in this world. In both his social and familial life

🐉 But, seeing someone look so similar to him step out from the Dark Mirror, and dawning a fairly formal outfit with an almost-matching set of horns made that loneliness disappear for a minute

🐉 The sound of your heeled-boots echoing against the hard floor was all that Malleus could hear against his own thoughts of wonder at that moment

"It is a pleasure to finally meet you, little brother."

"Little... brother?"

🐉 You nodded and smiled gently at the young man. And when you held your hand out and summoned a small ball of green fire, which formed a dual set of eggs

🐉 Lilia ushered for the boys to leave the room, saying you both needed some privacy. And privacy you did need

"Do you know who and what these are, Malleus?"

"By what I am observing, that is what I was before hatching into a small newborn. Am I correct?"

"That you are. And do you know who and what this egg is?"

🐉 Malleus looked back down at your hand's magic and he shook his head slightly. In every photograph he was shown by his grandmother, Maleficia, all he saw was his egg in the nursery and that was all, no extra egg or anything

"That was me before hatching. The same as you. That makes us not only brothers, but twins, despite the fact we appear slightly different." You said as your magic began to shift into a castle, the Draconian Castle to be specific.

"Born to the same mother and father, we both resided inside of the nursery before an invasion was taken by a group of Fae-hating humans called the Silver Owls. They had came inside in order to steal us to use us as an advantage against our family, but, as the Royal Army came in, they put your egg back, but took mine in an attempt to take a more psychological approach to one-upping our mother and father."

"If you were taken by these Silver Owls, where did you go and who raised you if not our family?"

"I was taken from a guards bag by a maid named Emilia, who then brought me home to raise with her husband, Mustove. They have long since passed from old age, an unfortunate thing humans have. I was then taken in by their children, who are both now reaching elder-hood in human terms, and I was assisted in reaching you from their great-grandchildren, who attend Royal Sword Academy as current third-years. It is thanks to them, to those humans, that I finally can reconnect with you, my brother."

🐉 Malleus stared at you with widened eyes. And while your magical shape-shifting fire burns out along with the glow of your forehead-jewel, your brother began to sniffle and hold his fists tightly against his sides

"I understand that you have felt alone for the many past years, Malleus. But understand that I am here now, and I do not plan on returning to complete isolation away from our family, away from you. Okay?"

"It's just so... nice to have you here with me."

🐉 You held your arms open and allowed the prince to jump into your arms, hugging you tightly as he buried his face into your chest, tears falling form his eyes as he sniffed and smiled with comforted joy and sadness... he finally had his other half with him again. And they wouldn't leave him on their own accord

"May I call you 'big brother'?"

"Yes. Yes you may, little brother."

[b0xerdancer-writes]

A Second Chance

Dark!Rhysand x Reader

Summary: Rhysand regretted many things he thought. He regretted telling Tamlin about his mother and sister, he regretted everything he had to do under the mountain, regretted some of his actions during the war with Hybern, he regretted having to treat Azriel the way he did with Elain, he regretted not making the ‘for life’ deal with Feyre, and most importantly he regretted not being able to save Feyre and their unborn child durings Feyre’s rough birth. But he would not regret her or the things he did for her.

Word Count: 7,139

Warnings: Murder, Dark!Rhys, Death, War, Grief, Therapy, Manipulation, not proofread we die like men.

Notes: Sorry this took so long, i took a small hiatus for life stuff going on! Hope you enjoy!

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Rhysand regretted many things he thought. He regretted telling Tamlin about his mother and sister, he regretted everything he had to do under the mountain, regretted some of his actions during the war with Hybern, he regretted having to treat Azriel the way he did with Elain, he regretted not making the ‘for life’ deal with Feyre, and most importantly he regretted not being able to save Feyre and their unborn child durings Feyre’s rough birth.

It has taken Rhys and the entire inner circle a long time to adjust to her not being around, Rhys even longer so. He had completely put off court duties and public appearances in the recent months, but after an intervention via Amren he finally dragged himself out of the estate and into the city of Velaris.

Amren had been fed up with Rhysand’s antics and had thrown him a card for a grief support group that had popped up after the war, she had declared that if he wouldn’t go for them that he should at least go for Feyre. So here he was, slinking through the streets of Velaris on his way to the damned widow support group.

It was hosted in a small cafe which explained the drinks and snacks provided, the tables had been cleared to one side of the cafe ans a circle of chairs sat in the center, coffee and pastries lined on the checkout counter, a few females and a few males were gathered in small circles. A female in a floured apron came out of the backroom carrying an assortment of pastries, flour in her hair and on her face as she balanced the overstuffed tray.

Rhys had been debating between the caramel coffee or the chocolate coffee, after all caramel was Feyres favorite but Chocolate was his, when she greeted him. “Oh! My lord! Its great to see you! Please pick whatever coffee you like. Feel free to mingle or feel free to simply take a seat and wait for the meeting to start.”

“Oh. Uh. Thank you.” He nodded grabbing the caramel labeled coffee. “You own this place?”

“Own and host.” She nodded.

“Oh.” He cleared his throat. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

She smiled back. “And I'm sorry for yours”

“To be honest, I’m not sure I’d be comfortable with either yet, I don’t know enough people to mingle and can’t sit and twiddle my thumbs.” Rhys shrugged.

“Well you might get covered in flour but you can help me back here.” She suggested.

“I don’t mind some flour, what do you need help with Darling?” The word felt foreign in his mouth but good. Like a step in the right direction.

“Uhhh, if you wanna help me carry the tray of cookies from back there it would be helpful.” She motioned to the doorway behind her with a small smile on her face.

“Gladly.” Rhysand nodded and followed her into the back.

When they returned back upfront, tray of cookies and pastries in hand, the final members of the support group were trickling into the small cafe. Chairs had been arranged into a circle, activities stationed off to one side of the room and stacks of grief management books at a table on the other. She dusted off her hands with her apron and snatched a tea from the counter of drinks and moved towards the group of fae circling around the ring of chairs. Some fae split from the central crowd and split up into smaller groups at the tables of activities and books, Rhysand weighed his options before joining the circular group in the center. Everyone found a seat, a few openings here or there as she had a policy for always having a few extra seats in case anyone found their way into the meetings. The fae gathered around him were from a vast array of characters, and it intrigued him to find all of these people sharing one common factor.

The female he had assisted with the trays earlier cleared her throat before standing and smoothing out her dress and apron, addressing the entirety of the small building. “I would like to welcome everyone to tonight's meeting, a special welcome to those who are just joining us for the first time.”

Her eyes darted to Rhysands figure as she introduced herself to the crowd for those new members, he noted he wasn't the only new one to this meeting: three or four others were new as well. “As many of you know, I lost my mate and daughter to the attor attack a few years back, I sought an outlet for my grief and in doing so found others who had lost their loved ones like myself. So I took to arranging this weekly gathering as a way to help myself and others cope with the loss of loved ones.”

She was a good soul, Rhys thought, every word she spoke conveyed truth and honesty, something in her welcomed him and calmed him. Her very presence calmed the anxious storm in his chest and Rhys welcomed the feeling that had long been absent from his chest. A chorus of replies and greetings echoed back to her, she extended her attention back to the room and offered them a chance to introduce themselves. He recognized none of them, all small shopkeepers and civilians from all over Velaris, all had lost someone close to them.

One girl who had moved up here from the Court of Nightmares had lost her father who was a darkbringer in the recent war. A female who reminded him of Nuala and Cerridwen had lost her brother to an attor. A young male who had lost his baby sister in the attack when a building had partially crushed him and he could do nothing as the toddler female was swept up by the creatures, their parents had long since passed, their mother in childbirth and their father a few months later due to grief.

Then came Rhysands turn to speak. All eyes turned to him, and he felt the prickling of his anxiety nipping at him. He smiled back at everyone sadly with a small wave. “Many of you know me as your High Lord, if you don’t know me by name my name Is Rhysand. I was informed by my closest friends I should attend this meeting as I’m sure all of you know I recently lost my mate, wife, and our High Lady. I lost her to the birth of our son, my heir who passed away as well due to the difficult birth. I lost them both.”

Sad smiles and apologies found his ears as the head female in front of him prompted him to sit again, taking the center of the circle. “I am so sorry you have had to learn the loss of a mate and child, my lord, I am sorry you all had to experience the losses you have but we can work together to get through the pain and grief. We are all here to support each other through this horrible pain. I know many may not want to openly speak about their pain so you are welcomed to partake in the other forms of support we have here.”

With her final comment everyone turned to their projects with a nod and some mumbled thanks. It was towards the end when they spoke about distractions and busying oneself to help cope, it had struck a chord in his brain; distractions could be handy for him he was sure but he couldn’t busy himself with court work or with his close family, he would feel too much of Feyre there. His thoughts drifted to things he could do to distract himself or busy himself, he had lost himself for so long in the thought he had barely noticed everyone beginning to rise and bid farewell to the sweet female who had so quickly accepted him into their small group despite the reason she lost her mate and child being his fault.

He was the last member to rise as she began to clean up the room, gathering the books and journals in her arms; she seemed lost in her own world until he approached her.

“Do you mind if I help with cleaning up?” He asked softly.

“Oh! Of course my lord!” She had chirped back, straining with the weight of the books in her arms.

“Here, let me carry those for you.” Rhysand had taken the books from her arms and hoisted them up against his chest.

She picked up the pens and pencils quickly, throwing them into a small bag. “Thank you my lord, just follow me with those please.”

He had followed behind her with a small smile on his face, she led him towards a small closet that had been filled with cabinets and shelves; she tucked the small box into one of the shelves and began taking small sections of books from his arms, tucking them on one of the many shelves.

He had helped her reset the entire cafe, sweep, wipe tables, and clean up the entire back of the cafe’s kitchen. The moon was high in the sky when she had finally waved him goodbye, the bell chiming above him as he opened the door to step out onto the cobblestone street. The roof of the estate he had gifted to Feyre could just be made out from where he stood outside of her cafe; He had practically abandoned the Estate, instead favoring it for the house at the top of the mountain. It had been awhile since he or anyone in the inner circle had stepped through the doors he considered, everyone had joined him back up at the house or in their own apartments across Velaris.

He had considered something she had said about the memory of the ones you lost, how the only way to cope was to face the memories and accept them. He had taken a deep breath before crossing the street and turning right at the corner where he would have turned left to head towards the steps. The road was quiet and he was a lone soul amidst a sea of grief as the wrought-iron fence that bordered the estate came into view. As if sensing its master the gates slowly creaked open, a picture of stars and swirls that mirrored the tattoos he and Feyre had shared. The fae lights of the estates flickered on as he walked up the small pathway to the grand front door, his breath caught in his throat as his hand made contact with the door handle. As if sensing his hesitation the door opened softly beckoning him to enter, every detail just in the entry hall had submerged him in the sense of Feyre; he felt like he was drowning as he turned out of the doorway and flitted back through the gates, both clicking closed behind him as he manifested his wings and took to the skies above Velaris.

+

Azriel was sitting at the island counter softly sipping on some chamomile when Rhysand had landed on the balcony. He nodded a greeting to the male, taking note of his disheveled appearance and tear stained cheeks. “How was the meeting?”

“I liked it, the host is a very sweet female. I’ll continue with attending.” Rhysand had answered matter of factly.

“She is incredibly sweet, I informed her of your possible attendance earlier this week. She tells everyone her mate was lost in the attor attack and he was but,” Azriel sighed. “He was one of my men, one of my spies.”

Rhysand poured himself a cup of tea from the lukewarm pot. “Sorry Az i know what it feels like when you lose one of your men.”

“It's my fault.” Azriel drew a breath in, “He was trying to get both of them to safety, had his daughter in his arms. I had called to him in a hurry to rejoin the fight. That split second he hesitated at my voice was what landed him in an attor’s grasp.she won't blame me for it as much as I have asked her to and apologized for it, she always says it is no one's fault but the Mother’s and fates. She's a strong female Rhys, I figured you could learn something from her to get you through this.”

Rhys nodded softly, sympathetic for his friend. “I did, even in just one night I did.”

Azriel had turned and raised a brow at him, Rhys just stared down into his cup and watched the steaming liquid swirl in it. “I went to the Estate after the meeting tonight.”

“Oh.” Azriel’s expression turned into one of shock.

“Yeah. She had said something early on in the meeting about only being able to cope with the memory of your lost one is by facing the memory of them. The estate is just down the road from her cafe, you can see the roof from her doorway.” Rhysand tilted his head and Azriel sucked in a breath.

“You went back to the estate?” Azriel whispered.

“I couldn't go inside, I stopped at the door.” Rhysand looked over to Azriel at his side.

Azriel’s eyes held a sad understanding in them as he nodded. “Still, I’m proud of you brother.”

“I think your friend will be a good help to me. I wouldn't have been able to do what I did tonight without her words, her understanding, and her gentleness with me.” Rhys offered Azriel the first genuine smile he’d had since Feyre’s passing.

Azriel offered a smile back and patted Rhys’s shoulder. “Have a good night brother. Love you.”

“Night Az. Love you too.” Rhys turned back to his glass as Azriel slipped from the kitchen and Rhys noted that Azriel had seemed to relax, his steps heavier than they had been for several weeks now.

Rhysand with a small smile downed the rest of the tea and slipped from the barstool, climbing up the steps of the hall and slipping into his bedroom. He had actually managed to get some decent sleep that night, he didn't awake in the middle of the night in a cold sweat and with a throbbing ache in the center of his chest.

+

The next few weeks seemed to fly by as Rhys continued to attend the support group; after each session he would walk to the estate, each time he would make it further and further into the house. On days when they had no sessions or on days, like today, when Rhys just found himself bored but without enough motivation to face the work in his study he would venture down to the streets of Velaris and into the small cafe; extending a hand under the pretense of ‘busying himself for a distraction’ and of course his sweet little shopkeep would accept him in with open arms.

This had become routine now, after several evenings spent baking and making drinks, the first night had set their friendship in motion and both were thankful for the other's steady presence in their lives. The first time Rhys had shown up to the small cafe early in hopes of helping her with setting up, only to find out the meeting had been canceled; she had attempted to inform him but with Azriel gone on a mission and his presence absent at the estate she had no way to inform him without climbing the thousands of steps, yet she gladly offered to let him help her with the evening rush and clean up.

Today had been rather slow, the bell above the door having not chimed for over an hour now, the two of them stood in the back while Rhysand told her stories of the Inner circle. She sat on the metal table, her feet swinging softly and Rhys leaned on his arms beside her; both of them were laughing till the front bell chime brought them out of their little bubble.

“One sec, let me take this order.” She smiled, putting her hand on his shoulder she pushed off the table and slipped through the door separating the kitchen from the front of the house.

Rhys smiled to himself as he heard her voice chime “What can I get for you today?”

The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as he heard the slightest bit of confusion and fest in her voice through the door. “Oh, Eolan! What's brought you in today? The meeting was canceled, I thought I informed you earlier this week?”

Rhys could feel her anxiety and fear in her voice, it made him uneasy and nervous; he knocked softly on her mental shields offering her his concern. ‘Whats wrong?’

‘Eolan, the male who was at your first meeting who lost his little sister in the attor attack, he's here and he seems very angry and on edge, seems to be directed at me. I know nothing further.’ She had answered at his mental caress.

‘Let me know if you feel I need to step in, I’ll stay out of view back here.’ Rhys nodded to himself and pulled from her mind.

He stuck to the wall, and moved slowly towards the door; staying out of the way of the small window he listened in on the conversation just on the other side of the thin wood.

“Are you even listening to me!”

“Eolan, your concerns are warranted and I do hear what you’re saying-”

“No! You dont! How can you befriend him, let him come to our meetings! Knowing what he's done, knowing he has inadvertently caused all of our losses!”

“Eolan, I warn you now. He is still our High Lord. I offer my services to all of Velaris, High Lord included, now Eolan. If you have problems with how I run my business and who I call my friend then you may leave now.” Her voice was firm this time and Rhysand was proud of her.

“You don't get it!” Eolan had barked back.

“I do. But-”

“No. You really dont. You don't hear the talk after meetings, the anger everyone has at you for letting him in. Haven't you noticed less and less coming to the group?”

“It's none of my business why people do and don't come to the meetings I choose to host for the betterment of Velaris, just like how it's none of your business who I choose to associate myself with.” She had gotten snippy with him, clearly losing her patience and it made Rhys smile ever so slightly, plus he had to fight back a snicker at it lest he give his position away.

“Listen Here-” A bang and her yelp blurred Rhys’s vision as he slammed the door open.

He was greeted by Eolan pulling her halfway across the counter, his eyes flitted to Rhys for a split second as his anger turned to fear and he froze. It was easy, Rhys thought to himself, infiltrating his mind, that is; smooth and simple as his claws dug into the pathetic male that saw fit to threaten one of his friends, one of his females with ease.

He raked the talons along the male's mind with the intention of making him let her go, Eolan had begun to tremble as he released the smaller female from his grasp; Eolan found himself frozen in his position and Rhys stalked forward a few steps, his eyes narrowed and she turned to him with worry written on her face.

She took a few steps forward, her hand coming to rest in the center of his chest; pulling him from his anger and making him look down at her in concern. “You okay?”

“I'm fine Rhysand, though I'm sure he's not. You can let him go, I’m sure you've scared him enough to send him running with his tail between his legs.” She huffed looking over her shoulder with a glare towards the other male, her nose wrinkling ever so slightly that it made Rhys note the reaction with the faintest tilt of his lips.

“Plus he’s pissed himself in fear and now I have to clean his mess.” She grumbled distaste visible are her eyes narrowed on the trembling male.

“I'll have it dealt with, we can close the shop for the evening and go have dinner at the house.”Rhys extended the offer.

“I’d love to really but unlike you I can't drop whatever I'm doing, I run the cafe to make money if i close down for the rest of the evening i'll lose the profit.” She crossed her arms, looking up at him with one brow raised.

“You don't have to worry about that, you know? I can order enough food for the house to cover the lost profit if it matters that much.” Rhys countered and she sighed.

“We can have this argument at a later date, when not in front of guests. Seriously though Rhysand you can let him go I doubt he’ll be any further of a threat.” She waved it off watching as the male towering over her pouted like a scorned puppy.

“Fine, I was looking forward to misting him though.” Rhys pouted before turning a pointed glare to the male in his mental grasp.

She rolled her eyes moving around the males towards the doored off staircase that led upstairs to her apartment above, Rhys watched as she disappeared up the staircase until the door clicked close behind her again. His gaze fell back on the male, a darkness lingering there.

“You're lucky she has spare pity for you. Because I don’t. No civilian in my court will threaten another. Ill let you walk this time since you've already embarrassed yourself thoroughly, if this ever happens again though, I look forward to seeing you.” He narrowed his eyes, raking the talons along the malleable thing that was Eolan’s mind, just deep enough that that surface scratches would scar; the slightest everlasting reminder of Rhysand’s threat over the other male.

As soon as Rhys’ talons were out of the other male’s head Eolan took several steps back, eyes wide and his entire body trembling. “You- Your fucking crazy!”

Crazy he might be, but he had taken an interest in the female upstairs and however fucked it mightve been she had struck a chord in him so deeply that the ache of loosing Feyre had lessened. He had lost Feyre, had almost lost both of his brothers to Hybern and other forces on more than one occasion, had almost lost Mor, and had lost Amren for a time; he had almost lost everyone close to him on multiple occasions and was planning on not letting the same happen to her, no matter what he had to do. So if he seemed crazy so be it. If he had to dip into darker places of his own mind to protect her, so be it if she wasn't around to see.

“Well if I’m crazy, so fucking be it, im not letting her come to any harm but you however may for that insult.” Rhys growled, second guessing his choice and Eolan jumped trying to scramble out the front door.

Rhy sunk his talons back into the lesser male's mind, just enough to keep him quiet and still. With a dark grin Rhys stalked across the floor to the closed off stairway, he reached out for the iron door handle, turned to look at the frozen male and called up the stairs; the faint sound of a shower echoing into the empty cafe.

“Darling? How long till you are ready? I want to let everyone know when to expect us.” Rhys called out, holding eye contact with the male across the room from him.

Both males knew whatever her answer was, would be the deciding factor in Eolan’s fate.

“Mmmm,” she hummed, “Probably in about 15-20 minutes.”

Rhys smiled, something wicked and dark in the depths of it. “Alright darling take your time, I’ll be down here cleaning up.”

Rhys closed the door again, a sickly sweet grin on his face as darkness seeped into the cafe from every crevice. When no one could see in or out of the cafe, Rhys took a few steps forward till he was back in front of the trembling smaller male.

“I would apologize for what I'm about to do, but then again I feel it's deserved.” Rhys’s talons sunk their way into the other’s mind and Rhys greeted the other male’s eyes rolling into the back of his head with a sneer.

Misting was never pretty, it was brutal, dark, and savage; but to Rhys it was an oh so welcomed feeling. With a snap of Rhys’s fingers the male in front of him evaporated into a black ash like smoke, Rhys rolled his shoulders and popped his neck; looking at the mess on the floor Rhys simply snapped his fingers again removing any and all evidence of what had happened earlier.

Rhys moved to lean against the counter, finicking with his cufflinks when he heard heels click slowly down the stairs. His head perked up just as the door opened, his darling clad in a shimmery black dress that accentuated all the right curves; Rhys practically purred at the view, she would blend right in with Nesta and Mor at the table, like she had belonged there the entire time.

She took Rhys’s extended elbow, offering him a small smile. Rhys led her out the door, placing his free hand on her own hand clasped on his forearm. “Come darling, I want to show you something before we attend dinner.”

“Alright?”she questioned with a head tilt that Rhys had always found amusing since he had met her all those weeks ago.

Truth be told Rhys had an alternative motive in what he was showing her, tonight had just solidified his train of thought. Rhys took a shaky breath and began leading her down the street.

“Can I get a hint?” She asked softly.

“It's not really a hint but I can offer you an explanation. If that works for you?” Rhys countered.

“I’ll take it.” She giggled.

“I apologize for being the reason you were in danger earlier-” He started

“Rhys-” She attempted to interrupt, but Rhys cut her back off.

“No, let me say my piece please.” He begged softly.

“Ok. Sorry.” She offered.

“No worries Darling, as I was saying. I feel it is my fault you were in danger earlier and I’d like to apologize for that, but I find myself concerned with more than just that male from earlier.”

“Really Rhys, thank you for stepping in but he was no true threat.”she smiled up at him as they turned a corner.

“I wish that were true darling but remember I saw inside his mind, while he might have been trembling in my grasp his true intentions were in fact to harm you if you didn’t comply with his demands.” Rhys looked down, worry on his face and his eyebrows furrowed.

“I thought it was simply a childish farce if I'm being honest.” Her breath caught in her throat as she swallowed the breath stuck in her throat.

“Sadly no, and that's why I wish to show you this surprise. It's my fault you have become a target and thus I feel I should be the one to protect you.” Rhys extended his acknowledgement as he came to a stop in front of the estate.

She raised a brow at him as he led her through the wrought-iron gate and up the steps of the porch. He pushed the door open, leading her into a now barren estate. He stood behind her hands firmly on her shoulders, she looked back at him over the left one with a raised brow.

He had removed everything from the estate in the last week or so, moving it all to the vaults in the mountain underneath the House of Wind. He began to tour her through the empty halls, a shaky hand pressed firmly to the dip in her back.

“I've thought about this a bit, tonight was only a confirmation. I was planning to just extend this invitation present combo to you originally as a thank you for everything you have done for me. Now however, I would like to reword my offer.” Rhys sighed and tucked his chin to his chest almost like he was disappointed with himself and had to steel himself for whatever words were going to fall out of his mouth.

“Honestly, with the events of tonight I would much rather change my offer but the idea is nonsensical and this makes the most sense to me.” He shook his head, disagreeing with himself.

“Rhys, darling, you are rambling.” She smiled softly to him and turned to place a hand just above his elbow as an act to comfort him.

“Thank you darling, I’ll get back to my point.” He cleared his throat. “I’d like to offer you the estate. I moved everything to the vaults but I’d like to take you either to them to let you sort through stuff you’d like to or I can accompany you on a shopping trip. Now I know it is sudden and you are probably wanting to deny my offer, but let me put it this way: I’ve put lots of thought into this. First off I feel bad that the estate is just sitting there and you are in a one bed apartment above your shop that is also your makeshift office, since you sold your other apartment when your mate died. I would like to keep you safe due to my presence being what has put you in danger and I considered having you moved to the House of Wind I realized you aren’t necessarily close to anyone up there yet, besides Azriel but he will be away for the next few weeks, and would have no reliable way to the shop if I was preoccupied with my duties as High Lord. SO, I thought about what I could do about that little issue and it crossed my mind that the estate I was already going to offer you does in fact have an enchantment on the gate so that no one with ill intentions will be able to pass through, Thus I figured it would be the ebay course of action to move you into the estate.” Rhys smiled brightly having finally made his point.

“Rhys, I can’t-” She had started to counter.

“Sure you can, I’m offering so of course you can.” His smile faltered ever so slightly.

“No, Rhys I mean, There's no way I could pay the rent of this place or eleven pay the utilities on it.” She had begun to fiss over the offer, thinking into the little details.

“I’ll take care of it, it is my gift to you anyways.” Rhys shrugged.

“You can’t possibly-” She had started to shut his offer down again when Rhys squashed her with a finger to her lips.

“I respect you, darling, so I refuse to use any of my abilities on you,”She winced at his words. “Which is why I am hoping you just accept my offer now as is so I don’t have to command you too as your high lord. I truly just want to keep you safe since I can't be here all the time and this would satiate my anxiety.” Rhys smiled brightly.

“I- Okay, out of my respect for you I’ll accept your offer of the estate.” She had seemed shocked or maybe taken aback, Rhys couldn’t quite read the expression on her face.

“I’m not trying to be a dick or an asshole or anything, I hope you understand that I do truly want you to be safe.” Rhys gave her a small smile in offering.

“I know Rhys, just thank you it's beautiful.” She gave him a small smile before looking at the grain of the wooden floor.

“Of course darling, now come, we have a dinner to attend. We can begin moving your stuff over tomorrow and then go shopping or perusing the vaults.” Rhys proudly swept her out of the estate and up into the crisp night air.

+

A weight on Rhysand’s chest had been lifted, he had left one crucial detail out of what he had told her. While yes the gate wouldn’t let anyone with ill intentions pass through, it would also inform him of who it was trying to harm her. That information was an important part of Rhys’s plan to protect this new female that had helped heal the gaping wound in his chest.

The first dinner with the rest of his circle had gone well and several months had passed since, Azriel had been just overall ecstatic to see her. Mor and Amren shared some looks between each other but overall accepted her presence in the dining hall with joy especially when the topic of her no bake cookies were brought up, apparently in Amren’s switch to regular fae foods she had a rough time but found herself able to nibble on the cookies after stumbling into her shop one day. Nesta and Elain didn't speak the entire meal, just sat in silence while eying the female in their sister’s spot. Cassian had been standoffish at first, torn between his brother and his mates reactions but had ultimately warmed up to her engaging in chit-chat and batting away Nesta’s elbow to his ribs.

After he had retreated to his study for the evening and after he had walked her back to the cafe with the promise he would be there early to help with the transition to the estate, Azriel and Cassian had slipped into his office; Cassian with furrowed brows and Azriel with a worry in his eyes.

“What's your intention with her, Rhys?” Was all Cassian had started with.

“What do you mean?” He countered with a laugh at the end of his question.

“Cassian made his point to me earlier and as you know Rhys I feel responsible for the position she is in now. So her wellbeing matters to me more than I would like to admit, Cassian and I would like to know your intentions with her.” Azriel had sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Alright fine, sit down. I’ll explain everything to you two.” Rhys growled and motioned to the two leather chairs opposite his desk.

He had somehow laid out his plan for the other two to dissect, thinking neither of the males before him would necessarily approve but to his surprise they exchanged glances between each other and with a nod agreed to assist him. Thus started the long game of assuring the safety of the female all three were sure would become their next High Lady.

Over the next couple months Rhysand eased himself into crafting a love life with her, subtly protective of her shooting glares to anyone that seemed to give them looks when they would walk through Velaris. Everytime he would feel the gates wards surge, an image of whoever was trying to get to his darling would cross his mind. A quick note to Azriel or Cassian, whoever wasn't busy or on a mission, would have the assailant swept away silently in the depths of the night.

It had been over a year before she made any note of the disappearances, and Rhys’s spine straightened when she had mumbled something to him ,about less attendees to their grief support meetings, one evening after cleaning up.

“Have you noticed we have had less people coming to the meetings? I tried to turn a journal into one of them the other day thinking they just stopped coming but even their family said they hadn't seen them for awhile themselves that they had just up and left a note saying they were offered a home in Spring Court now that it's starting to rebuild and needs more citizens. Isn’t that neat Rhys? You never told me that was happening, how could you leave that out of your stories to me? I could have pitched in to offer some of my baked goods for those relocating!” She had scolded as she pushed in a chair and began wiping a table down.

Rhysand’s back was ramrod straight as he let out an awkward chuckle. “Apologies darling, it must have slipped my mind. I thought I had informed you already.”

He was just relieved the lie had been taken seriously by everyone included.

“It's alright darling, you are a super busy and important male you don't need to tell me every detail.” She smiled. “I was just surprised by them leaving without any word.”

He rounded a table and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Here darling let me, I have a meeting with Cass and Az tonight about a debriefing from their most recent mission. Let me walk you back to your estate before I leave?”

She smiled brightly up at him. “Thank you Rhys.”

“Of course Darling.” He smiled back, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I'll be right back, I am going to slip into the bathroom for just a moment darling.”

“Hurry,” she chirped with a laugh “I’ll grab our coats from upstairs.”

In the bathroom Rhys gripped at the ceramic sink with a deep breath he reached out to Azriel and Cassian. Hearing their acknowledgments as he slipped into their minds he smiled brightly telling them to come up to his office for a quick meeting tonight. He felt the two agree and retreated from their minds, washing his hands in the warm water of the sink to give the illusion to her he had done exactly what he said he was doing.

+

Rhysand, Cassian, and Azriel stood in a circle around Rhysand’s desk. Glasses in hand as Rhys informed them the ploy had worked without a flaw. The three cheered before beginning to talk about the next steps in the plan.

“She's been talking less at meetings, mainly just listening and offering her input to others. She's become more distant with scheduling the meetings themselves, letting more time go between them. I think it's only a matter of time before they stop completely. Once that happens then we move into the next step. That's when I'll confess and offer her the position of High Lady.” Rhys confirmed.

The other two males nodded as well, confirming their agreement.

“I don’t like what we have done to get here, I don’t like the sacrifices made but they were made to protect her and I can think of no better place for her safety than by my side. As my high lady.” Rhys downed his glass and the other two yelled their agreement and followed his action of downing the drink.

+

It hadn’t taken Rhys long at all to saunter down to the estate after the meeting with the other two males had concluded, he would stalk up the stairs of the quiet estate and slip into bed beside her; rousing her from her slumber to show her how thankful he was for her to give him a chance, how thankful he was he would get to love her, just like he had done almost every night like it was a routine.

Rhys however, was surprised to find every light in the estate on and even more surprised to find her sniffling on the stairs. His blood raged for a minute before he calmed himself the best he could as he called out to her. “Darling? What's wrong? What happened?”

“I-I think I want to stop hosting the meetings.” She sniffled.

“Why darling? What happened?” Rhys took a few soft steps forward, joining to sit beside her on the wooden staircase, he pressed her ever so gently into his shoulder, one hand rubbing her back.

“People aren’t really coming anymore for one, two I don't really feel the connection to it I once did, and three is that there will soon be something else that requires the energy and attention I'm giving the group.” She choked on another sob and Rhys pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“What's that love? What’s going to pull your attention like that?” Rhys crooned, his voice as soft as he could make it.

“I- it just feels so wrong like this Rhys, I feel like I betrayed them with this.” She sobbed and Rhys shushed her.

“Ssssshhhh, darling, it's okay you’re rambling darling. What has you so worked up?” Rhys ran his other hand through her hair, an attempt to calm her and himself as his anxiety began to rear its head.

“I- Rhys I’m pregnant. I feel like it's betraying our other halves-” another sob wracked her body.

Rhys joined her in crying, silent trails down his own cheeks. “It’s not darling trust me, Feyre made me promise I’d move on with my life after her. It's the only thing that made me agree to attend your group and I thank the mother everyday for putting you in my path, because I know the mother gives those that deserve it second chances and you darling deserve every single one.” Rhys tried to soothe her.

“You really think so?” She sniffled as Rhys wiped her face.

“I know so, cause she brought me you.” Rhys whispered.

So he would have to move the plan up, the mother worked in strange ways sure, but this was an unexpected turn.

She smiled softly at Rhys as he wiped the last tears from her face. “Marry me then, I'll make you High Lady. Both you and our child will be kept safe and away from harm, you will have everything you want or need, both of you. I- I just want you, no need you, by my side. Please darling.”

“O-okay.” She nodded and sniffled, letting Rhys sweep her up in her arms and carry her to the bed.

He tucked her in softly kissing her forehead before stepping into the closet of his belongings to change into some loose sleeping pants. She had passed out when he finally crawled into bed next to her, pulling her close to his chest.

Yes, there were many things Rhysand regretted but this was not one of them. The steps he took to insure a second chance with the female he now held close to his chest was not something he would regret. The lives he had taken and the minds he had misted to ensure her safety were not amongst that list. Yes, he regretted many things, but she would not be one of them

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Corruption AU - Bottom! Dance Racha/Manipulative Male! Reader

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You sighed, leaning against your locker, biting on the end of a lollipop stick. It was usual to see you roaming around the hallway during classes. The teachers gave you a special pass since your results are excelling. You yawned, watching students come in and out into the hallway when a group of boys walked in. Their uniforms are seamless, their hair tidy and smooth. 

You eyed the blonde one, his eyes sparkling with innocent joy. His cheeks decorated with freckles, adding to the alluring sight. You looked next to him, his eyes icy but proper. He looks like he holds himself high. A teacher's pet. Then you looked at the last. He was the definition of the last but not least. Tall, an artist. There was a smudge of paint on his cheeks, making you bite back a smirk. 

You eyed him up and down, his ears pierced, and his hair tied to a ponytail. You gave them a subtle glance as they walked closer. Your expression stayed nonchalant as they walked past. It's been a while since you got laid in university. Maybe you could somehow lure them into agreeing with themselves.

"I know you're doing this on purpose," your lecturer chastised, showing you your results. You sighed, "I'm not sir, the workload is getting harder," you replied, trying to keep your annoyance at bay. Your lecturer frowned, "This isn't your first year, you should've prepared and your answers are deliberately wrong. It's like you understood the question but answered the total opposite," he scoffed, tapping his foot. 

You snickered, "Maybe I need a tutor," you said with sarcasm lacing your voice. "Maybe you do," your lecturer perked up. 'Bingo' you thought, staying nonchalant. "I'm introducing you to three students, maybe they'll be a good influence on you," he said, messaging them about the tutoring. You bit back a smirk, "I'm sure they will be," you said, packing up your bag.

"You're our new pupil, right?" Felix beamed, reaching out his hand. You nodded, taking it. The size difference between you made your cock throb. You smiled back, "Yeah, my results have been disappointing, to say the least," you said, playing along to their personalities. Minho hummed, "It's quite a significant drop. Did something happen to you in that period of time?" he asked, wary by your behavior. 

You studied them beforehand, nothing too stalkerish. You were still a gentleman, just base level knowledge. "My pet cat passed. It was heartbreaking, to say the least," you said, showing him a picture of your cat. It wasn't a lie. It did pass, just not this year. Minho bit his bottom lip, sympathizing with your loss, "I'm so sorry. I would've lost focus too," he admitted, setting his papers aside. 

Hyunjin kept quiet, monitoring you, "You're the one that got the special pass, right? The one that only the top students are allowed to have," he said, crossing his arms. You nodded, "I was until I flunked my midterms and trials," you explained, knowing it'd be harder to gain his trust. Hyunjin hummed, "I suppose we could tutor you. But don't expect us to be friends," he said, looking away. You gave him a genuine smile, "Thank you, I'm looking forward to it," you said, covering your pulsing hard on with your bag. 

Weeks go by as they tutored you. It didn't take long for them to get comfortable around it and even invite you for simple hangs out. You enjoyed the company, genuinely seeing them for who they are instead of mindless future hookup. "So, today we're practically simple bacteria containment. It's just step by step to keep it secure. Like the fume hood or the vacuum chamber," Felix explained, showing his notebook. 

You nodded, jolting along, "Can we take a break after this?" You asked, cracking the joints in your neck. Felix nodded, "Sure, it's about time anyway," he said, keeping his stationary aside. You cuddled up to Felix, "You're so soft, Yongbok-ah," you grumbled, nosing his neck. Felix giggled, "That tickles," he said, squirming right above your bulging tent. You hissed, holding him firm, "Stop that," you warned, breathing heavily against his hair. 

Felix gulped, doing as told, "Sorry," he whispered, fidgeting with his hands. You sighed, patting his head, "You did nothing wrong, it's just I'm a little pent up right now," you explained, seeing a shiver go down Felix's spine. You smirked, "Would you like to see?" you asked, knowing this was a heavy risk. Felix nodded, his breathing shallow, "Please? If you allow, of course," he asked, turning to look up at you. 

"Anything you want, prince," you whispered, stroking his cheek.

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Felix kneeled between your legs, your cock heavy and hot against your torso, "It's so girthy," he whispered, trying to wrap his hand around it but it barely held half. You chuckled, stroking his hair, "Maybe you're just tiny, prince. Tiny hands, tiny body, but your heart sure is big," you teased, booping his nose. 

Felix giggled, stroking your cock at a languid pace, "Does this feel good?" he asked, looking for your reassurance. You nodded, "Of course it hah does," you groaned, wrapping your hand around his to pump your cock. Felix gulped at the size difference, his eyes blown wide with lust at the squelching sounds of precum leaking down your shaft. 

Hyunjin whimpered, feeling left out as he watched from the stairs. You knew he was there, his reflection was shown on the TV a while ago. "Hyunnie, come down here, angel," you cooed, gesturing him over. Hyunjin gulped but did as told his body instantly going next to Felix. You cooed, seeing his flushed out expression, "Were you feeling needy, angel? Did you want to touch it too?" you asked, stroking his cheek. 

Hyunjin nodded, rutting his bulge against his palm, "Can you teach us this time?" he asked, looking up at you with dilated pupils. You shuddered an exhale, "Definitely. You both have so much to learn," you said, stroking his hair.

"That's it, Lix. Keep riding that dildo," you instructed, grazing Felix's skin. Hyunjin cried out, his cock buried down Felix fluttering throat. His cockhead leaking and throbbing with precum. Felix whimpered at the taste, his prostate stimulated to the brink. "Fuck, hhgh, hah. Don't moan, Lix," he sobbed, clawing the couch. Felix whined, trying but the constant thrusts of the dildo pressing against his sensitive bundles of nerves made his head spin. 

Hyunjin whined, bucking his hips, "Cumming, hah, I'm cumming," he wailed, holding down Felix's head to the hilt. Felix choked on his cum, streaks of white dripped down his nose. You gently pulled him off and cleaned his face, "Blow," you instructed as he blew his nose. Hyunjin laid spent, his cock twitching against his torso. You chuckled, leaning down to wrap your hand around Felix's pretty cocklet, "Cum for me, prince. I know your prostate feels good but your body hasn't ejaculated from that pleasure before," you cooed, pumping his cock between your fist. 

Felix arched his back, sitting back on his heels as ropes of white squirted onto Hyunjin's knees. You pampered, kisses on his face, "Good boys, you did so good for your first lesson," you praised, not hearing the door unlock. Minho stood with his eyes wide, "What's going on?" he asked, trying to look away from your pulsing hard cock. You chuckled, "Minnie, don't look away. I like your eyes on me," you cooed, knowing Minho is a size queen. 

He hides his search history well but keeps his yaoi manhwas' on display thinking no one would know what they are. Minho scoffed, "Show some decency. I want no part of your endeavours," he said, setting the groceries aside. You stepped back, "If you really hate it, say the word peach. If you're wary but find all this attractive, say the word apple," you said, wanting to have a taste of him but you're demure, very mindful. 

Minho gulped, gripping the counter, "Apple," he said, biting his bottom lip. You smiled, "I'll take good care of you, kitten," you hummed, leaning Minho to the rest.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. You're so tight," you hissed, gripping Minho's hips as he bounced on your lap. Minho whimpered, loving the sheer stretch of your hot veiny cock penetrating his puffy rim. You licked his chest, "You're such a dirty boy, aren't you. Your little hole had to be plugged up every day, didn't it?" You mocked, nipping his nipples. It was a shock to everyone when you undressed Minho only to see a pretty little jewel between his plump ass. 

Minho nodded, clawing your torso, "Yes, yes. Feel empty hhgh without it," he whined, riding your perfectly curved cock to pounded against his prostate. Felix mewled, pinned to the couch by Hyunjin, "Jinnie, your tongue is so long," he cried out, his ribbed walls stimulated by Hyunjins through thrusts. Hyunjin sucked on Felix's rim, "You taste so sweet baby," he groaned, marking Felix's inner thighs. 

You growled, thrusting your hips upwards to meet Minho's bounces, "Good kitten. You're so good for me. You're all mine now, understood. I'm never letting you all go," you  rambled, thrusting into Minho at a relentless pace. Minho screamed, cumming onto your torso at the sheer intensity. You bit his shoulder, groaning into his skin as you climaxed deep within his hole. Minho whimpered, slumping into your arms, "That felt amazing," he mewled, licking  the cum of your pec. 

You kissed his forehead, "Thank you for giving in," you chuckled, hearing Felix whimper from his high. Hyunjin pulled away, cumming into his palm, "Fuck, I don't think I can move," he groaned, feeling his knees lock up from kneeling too long. You chuckled, "Don't worry, I'll do the rest. Just enjoy the bliss for a bit longer, my loves. I'll take care of you," you whispered, sinking into the post-orgasmic haze.

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The Affordable Procedure of Hair Transplant in Turkey: Quality of Care and Medical Tourism

Turkey has emerged as a go-to destination for those seeking hair transplant surgery, thanks to a combination of expert surgical treatment, high-quality care, and affordability. This rise in medical tourism can largely be attributed to Turkey's commitment to providing world-class healthcare services, especially in the field of hair restoration.

The hair transplant procedure in Turkey is conducted by highly skilled professionals who use state-of-the-art technology to ensure the best possible results. Patients considering this surgical treatment are provided with a comprehensive pre-surgery consultation. During this consultation, the procedure is thoroughly explained, and all questions and concerns are addressed. This in-depth discussion helps in setting realistic expectations, which is crucial for patient satisfaction.

Following the pre-surgery consultation, the transplant surgery is conducted under strict hygienic conditions. The focus on the quality of care is unparalleled, making the hair restoration process in Turkey a highly sought-after service globally. Patients from all walks of life travel for healthcare to this Eurasian country, drawn by the promise of a successful and cost-effective hair transplant in Turkey.

Furthermore, the affordability of the hair transplant procedure in Turkey is a significant factor attracting medical tourists. Despite the high quality of care, hair transplant cost in Turkey is reasonable, making it accessible to a larger group of people. Therefore, an increasing number of people are choosing to travel to Turkey for their surgical treatment.

In conclusion, the combination of skilled surgical treatment, excellent quality of care, and affordability have positioned Turkey as a leading destination for hair transplant surgery. The trend of medical tourism for hair restoration shows no signs of slowing down, indicating that Turkey will continue to be a popular choice for those seeking hair transplants.

Addressing Hair Loss: Unpacking the Benefits of Hair Transplant in Turkey

Hair loss is a common concern that affects millions of people worldwide. Whether it's due to aging, hormonal changes, or genetic factors, losing your hair can significantly impact your self-esteem and overall appearance. From receding hairlines to pattern baldness, the manifestations of hair thinning and alopecia are diverse and complex.

Pattern baldness, including male pattern baldness and female pattern baldness, is a prevalent form of hair loss. It is primarily driven by genetic factors and is medically known as androgenetic alopecia. This condition is characterized by a specific pattern of hair thinning that starts from the temples or the crown. It doesn't discriminate based on gender; both men and women can be affected, albeit in different ways.

In men, the first sign of male pattern baldness is often a receding hairline or thinning at the crown. Women, on the other hand, rarely experience a receding hairline. Female pattern baldness typically presents as overall thinning across the entire scalp or widening of the part line. Regardless of gender, these conditions can deliver a significant blow to one's self-confidence.

Alopecia, another common form of hair loss, is a condition where hair falls out in small patches. It can be very noticeable and distressing, causing individuals to seek out hair loss solutions. Although there are various hair loss prevention methods available, they often fall short of restoring the hair to its former glory.

Enter the world of hair transplants—a permanent hair loss solution that's gaining attention for its impressive results. Hair transplants have evolved significantly over the years, offering a more natural look and less downtime. And where better to seek this treatment than in Turkey?

Turkey has become a popular destination for individuals seeking hair transplant procedures due to its advanced healthcare system, experienced medical practitioners, and competitive prices. The country's medical tourism industry is flourishing, with hair transplant surgeries at the forefront.

In a nutshell, hair transplant in Turkey offers a beacon of hope for those struggling with hair loss, baldness, or receding hairlines. It's a viable solution to androgenetic alopecia, male pattern baldness, female pattern baldness, and other types of hair thinning conditions. By choosing this treatment, individuals can reclaim their confidence and enjoy a fuller, healthier hairline.

Understanding the Processes of Hair Transplant In Turkey: Follicular Unit Extraction and Transplantation

When it comes to restoring confidence and self-esteem, a hair transplant in Turkey has become a popular solution for many. Understanding the intricate processes of FUE Hair Transplant Turkey and follicular unit transplantation (FUT) can help you make an informed decision about your hair restoration journey.

Follicular unit extraction and follicular unit transplantation are the two main procedures utilized in hair grafting. Both techniques involve removing hair from a donor area of the scalp and transplanting it to a recipient area, usually the balding or thinning sections.

In the follicular unit extraction process, individual hair follicles are extracted directly from the donor area, typically the back or sides of the head where hair is more resistant to balding. These follicles are then implanted into the recipient area. The main advantage of this technique is that it leaves minimal scarring, making it an excellent choice for those who prefer to wear their hair short.

On the other hand, follicular unit transplantation involves removing a strip of skin from the donor area. This strip is then divided into individual follicular units which are implanted into the recipient area. While this may leave a minor scar in the donor area, the technique allows for a larger number of hair follicles to be transplanted in a single session.

Regardless of the method chosen, the success of a hair transplant largely depends on the skill and expertise of the surgeon performing the scalp surgery. The transplantation should be done with precision to ensure that the implanted hair follicles grow in the same direction as the existing hair, providing a natural and undetectable result.

In conclusion, both follicular unit extraction and follicular unit transplantation are effective hair grafting techniques used in Turkey. The choice between the two typically depends on the individual’s hair type, the size of the donor area, and personal preferences. Consulting with a professional can help determine the best course of action for each individual case.

Enhancing Hair Growth and Density through Hair Transplant in Turkey

Hair transplant in Turkey has become a popular solution for people who wish to regain a full head of hair. This procedure is not just about restoring hair density but also about achieving a natural look that blends seamlessly with your existing hair.

The process of hair transplant involves the transfer of hair follicles from a part of your body with sufficient hair coverage to the balding or thinning areas, essentially stimulating hair growth and regrowth in those regions. This technique ensures an increase in hair density, which is crucial for those desiring a fuller head of hair.

One of the major advantages of getting a hair transplant in Turkey is that it offers a permanent solution to hair loss. Unlike hair growth products that require continuous use, a hair transplant offers long-lasting results. Once the transplanted hair follicles have fully healed and grown, you can expect them to behave just like your natural hair. This means you can cut, color, and style them as you please.

But a hair transplant goes beyond just increasing hair density. The procedure aims to give you a natural look, with the transplanted hair blending seamlessly with your existing hair. This gives an impression of natural hair growth, which can significantly boost your confidence and self-esteem.

Of course, after undergoing a hair transplant in Turkey, it's important to adopt a healthy hair care routine to maintain the results. This includes regular shampooing, conditioning, and overall protection of your hair from harmful environmental factors. Remember, healthy hair care is essential not just for the transplanted hair but also for your existing hair.

In conclusion, a hair transplant in Turkey offers a promising solution for those struggling with hair loss. It can improve hair density, provide a natural look, and offer a permanent solution to hair loss. With the right healthy hair care, you can maintain these results and enjoy the benefits of a full head of hair.

Understanding Anesthesia, Post-Operation Care, and Recovery Time in Hair Transplantation: The Role of Professional Expertise

Anesthesia plays a crucial role in hair transplant procedures. It is the first step in the process, ensuring that the patient is comfortable and pain-free throughout the surgery. The type of anesthesia used typically depends on the specific hair transplant method chosen. It is administered by a hair surgeon with professional expertise, underscoring the importance of choosing a well-qualified and experienced professional for your hair transplant in Turkey.

Following the procedure, post-operation care is an integral part of the hair transplant process. This involves carefully following the surgeon's instructions to ensure optimal healing and growth of the transplanted hair. Post-operation care may include specific guidelines on washing and treating the scalp, the use of certain hair products, and the need to avoid certain activities that may interfere with the healing process.

Additionally, it's essential to understand the recovery time associated with a hair transplant. While this can vary depending on individual circumstances and the specific surgical technique used, most patients can expect to see the full results of their hair transplant within six to twelve months post-operation. However, some initial results, such as the cessation of hair loss and the growth of new hair, can often be observed within a few weeks of the surgery.

The professional expertise of your hair surgeon plays a pivotal role in every stage of the hair transplant process, from the administration of anesthesia to the guidance provided for post-operation care and setting realistic expectations for recovery time. Therefore, when considering a hair transplant in Turkey, it's crucial to choose a surgeon with a proven track record in the field. This will not only ensure the highest standards of safety and care throughout the procedure but also increase the likelihood of achieving the best possible results from your hair transplant.

Enhancing Hair Transplant Success: Role of Scarring and Hair Care Routine in Turkey

Hair transplants in Turkey have emerged as a go-to solution for individuals grappling with hair loss. However, the success of this procedure doesn't end at the surgeon's table. It extends into post-surgery care, particularly in the areas of scarring, hair care routine, and hair hygiene.

Scarring is a common concern among individuals seeking a hair transplant. The visibility and extent of scarring can greatly impact the overall result of the procedure. It is essential to understand that proper scalp health care can minimize the appearance of these scars. A healthy scalp forms a vital base for the new hair follicles, promoting their growth and ensuring the longevity of the transplant.

Hair hygiene is another critical factor that shouldn't be neglected post-surgery. Washing your hair with the right hair products helps in maintaining the cleanliness of the scalp, preventing any infections that could potentially affect the newly transplanted follicles. It is advisable to use a shampoo and conditioner that are gentle on the scalp and nourishing for the hair.

In addition, incorporating hair oil into your hair care routine can also be beneficial. It helps in nourishing the scalp and supports the growth of healthy hair. It's important to remember that a well-nourished scalp promotes better hair growth, which is crucial for the overall results of the hair transplant.

The use of hair masks is another effective way to provide the necessary nutrients to your scalp and hair. Hair masks can offer deep conditioning, strengthening the hair follicles, and enhancing the health of your scalp. It's an excellent addition to your hair care routine, especially after undergoing a hair transplant in Turkey.

Lastly, here are some hair care tips to consider post-transplant. Avoid exposing your scalp to harsh environmental conditions, such as excessive sun or pollutants. Maintain a balanced diet to provide essential nutrients for hair growth. Regularly massage your scalp to improve blood circulation, promoting healthier hair growth.

In conclusion, maintaining proper scalp health, following a healthy hair care routine, and using the right hair products are critical for a successful hair transplant. These factors also help in minimizing scarring and ensuring your new hair grows out healthy and strong. Remember, the journey to a successful hair transplant goes beyond the surgery; it continues well into your post-surgery care and routine.

Exploring Non-Surgical Alternatives to Hair Transplant in Turkey

Engaging in hair transplant procedures is a common solution for those experiencing hair loss. However, Turkey is not only famous for its surgical hair transplant methods but also its wide array of non-surgical options. These alternatives are often more affordable, less invasive, and require significantly less recovery time than surgical procedures.

One of the most popular non-surgical options for hair restoration in Turkey is medical treatment. These treatments employ the use of DHT blockers and hair regrowth medications, which are specifically designed to combat hair loss and promote the growth of new hair. DHT blockers work by inhibiting the production of Dihydrotestosterone (DHT), a hormone known to contribute to hair loss.

Finasteride and Minoxidil are two of the most commonly used hair regrowth medications in Turkey. Finasteride is a DHT blocker, while Minoxidil is a vasodilator, which increases blood flow to the hair follicles, stimulating growth and thickening the hair shaft. Both of these medications have proven successful in slowing down hair loss and promoting hair regrowth.

PRP therapy, also known as Platelet-Rich Plasma therapy, is another non-surgical option that is gaining popularity in Turkey. This therapy involves the injection of the patient's own platelets into the scalp to stimulate hair growth. The platelets, rich in growth factors, work to repair damaged hair follicles, leading to increased hair growth.

Mesotherapy is also a widely practiced non-surgical hair restoration method in Turkey. It involves the injection of vitamins, minerals, and amino acids directly into the scalp to nourish and stimulate the hair follicles. This method is believed to enhance the health of the hair and scalp, promoting hair growth.

Laser therapy is another non-surgical treatment that utilizes low-level lasers to stimulate hair follicles, increase blood flow, and enhance hair growth. This method is often recommended for those with early-stage hair loss.

Lastly, scalp micropigmentation is a cosmetic procedure where pigments are injected into the scalp to create the appearance of a fuller, denser head of hair. This method is particularly popular for those looking to conceal thinning hair or balding areas without undergoing a surgical procedure.

In conclusion, there are numerous non-surgical options available for hair restoration in Turkey. Each method has its own advantages and suitability, depending on the individual's hair condition and personal preferences. Therefore, it's crucial to consult with a professional to identify the most suitable treatment based on your specific needs.

The Impact of Hairstyling Practices on the Need for Hair Transplant in Turkey

In the realm of personal grooming, hair styles play a prominent role in defining one's appearance. From curling and straightening to braiding and coloring, there is an endless spectrum of hairstyling tools and techniques individuals resort to, in order to create the unique look they desire. However, these practices could potentially lead to hair damage, and in severe cases, might even necessitate a hair transplant.

The frequent use of hairstyling tools, such as hair straighteners, curlers, and blow dryers, can cause considerable heat damage to the hair. This heat damage is a result of the excessive temperature that these tools employ to alter the hair's structure. Over time, this can lead to hair becoming brittle, dry, and prone to breakage, which may increase the need for a hair transplant in Turkey, a country known for its expertise in the field.

Similarly, chemical treatments like hair dye and hair bleach can significantly impact the hair's health. Hair dye and bleach work by opening the hair cuticle and changing the hair's natural pigment. This process, while effective for changing hair color, can be detrimental to the hair's overall health, leading to weakened hair strands, split ends, and hair loss. Subsequently, individuals suffering from severe hair damage due to such treatments may find themselves considering a hair transplant.

Hair straightening treatments, for instance, Japanese and Brazilian straightening, can also contribute to hair damage. These treatments involve the use of chemicals to break down the hair's natural structure and then rebuild it in a straightened form. The harsh chemicals used in these processes can cause hair to become weak and brittle, leading to hair loss.

Hair braiding, on the other hand, when done excessively tight, can lead to a condition known as traction alopecia. This condition, characterized by gradual hair loss, is caused by the prolonged tension on the hair strands. It is a common issue among individuals who often wear their hair in tight braids or ponytails, and it may eventually lead to the need for a hair transplant.

In conclusion, while hairstyling tools and techniques can help individuals achieve various hair styles, it's important to use them mindfully. The excessive use or misuse of these tools and treatments can lead to considerable hair damage, and in severe cases, may necessitate a hair transplant. While Turkey offers high-quality hair transplant services, prevention is always better than cure. Therefore, it's crucial to take proper care of your hair and use hairstyling tools and treatments responsibly.

Essential Hair Care Tools for Post-Transplant Maintenance in Turkey

After a hair transplant in Turkey, maintaining the health and appearance of your new hair is crucial. This is where hair accessories come in handy. These tools not only help you style your hair but also help in ensuring its health and longevity.

The hair brush is a fundamental accessory for anyone who has had a hair transplant. It helps to distribute natural oils from the scalp to the ends of the hair, keeping it moisturized and healthy. Furthermore, brushing your hair regularly can also prevent tangling and breakage.

Just as important as the hair brush is the hair comb. Ideal for detangling hair without causing unnecessary stress, a hair comb is a must-have in your hair care kit post-transplant. It is particularly beneficial for those who have had a hair transplant, as it helps prevent pulling or tugging on the new hair follicles.

Another key accessory for maintaining your newly transplanted hair is the hair dryer. While air-drying is the most gentle method, sometimes it may not be practical or possible. A hair dryer can speed up the drying process and give your hair a polished, styled look.

However, it's important to remember that heat can potentially damage hair. This is where hair straighteners and hair curlers come into play. These tools allow you to style your hair while minimizing the potential damage caused by heat. Hair straighteners can help tame frizz and give hair a sleek, smooth appearance. On the other hand, hair curlers can add volume and bounciness to your hair, giving it a fuller look post-transplant.

Finally, hair clips, hair bands, hair pins, and hair ties are all essential accessories to have in your arsenal. These tools help keep hair out of your face, secure hairstyles, and add a touch of style to your look. They are particularly useful during the healing process post-transplant when you need to keep hair away from the scalp to reduce tension on new hair follicles.

In conclusion, while having a hair transplant in Turkey can give you a renewed sense of confidence with a fuller head of hair, it is crucial to maintain the health and appearance of your new hair with the right hair accessories. These tools can make your post-transplant care routine easier and more efficient, ensuring that your new hair remains as healthy and vibrant as possible.

Exploring Hair Transplant Alternatives in Turkey: Extensions, Wigs, Toupees, Weaves, and Pieces

Hair transplant in Turkey offers a diverse range of solutions for individuals experiencing hair loss. However, not everyone is comfortable with the idea of undergoing a surgical procedure. This is where hair extensions, wigs, toupees, hair weaves, and hair pieces come into play. These non-surgical solutions can provide an immediate transformation without the need for a surgical procedure.

Hair extensions are a popular choice for those who want to add volume and length to their existing hair. They are attached to the natural hair and can blend seamlessly, giving the illusion of fuller, longer hair. Extensions can be made from real or synthetic hair, and Turkey is known for its high-quality hair extensions that can match a variety of hair types and colors.

For individuals experiencing significant hair loss, wigs may be a more suitable option. Wigs can provide a completely new look, covering the entire scalp. The modern-day wigs available in Turkey are designed to look and feel natural, offering an impressive level of comfort and realism.

Toupees, on the other hand, are smaller than wigs and are typically used to cover specific areas of hair loss, such as the crown of the head. Toupees in Turkey are custom-made to match the individual's hair color, texture, and density, ensuring a seamless blend with the existing hair.

Hair weaves are another non-surgical solution to hair loss. This method involves braiding the existing hair and sewing in additional hair, either in wefts or as individual strands. Hair weaves can add significant volume and length, and are a popular choice in Turkey for individuals with thinning hair.

Lastly, hair pieces are similar to toupees, but they are typically used to cover smaller areas of hair loss. Hair pieces can be clipped, glued, or sewn into the existing hair, providing a solution that is both natural-looking and secure.

In conclusion, while hair transplant is a popular solution for hair loss in Turkey, there are numerous non-surgical alternatives available. From hair extensions to wigs, toupees, hair weaves, and hair pieces, individuals experiencing hair loss have a wealth of options to choose from.

Enhancing Your Look Post Hair Transplant in Turkey: Eye Makeup and Eyebrow Techniques

One of the best ways to complement your new hair transplant in Turkey is to pay attention to other areas of your face, such as your eyes and eyebrows. Opting for false eyelashes, for instance, can really make your eyes pop and draw attention to your beautiful new hairline. False eyelashes come in a variety of styles to suit every eye shape and personal preference. From dramatic, thick lashes for a night out to subtle, natural-looking lashes for everyday wear, you're sure to find the perfect pair to enhance your look.

Eyebrow shaping is another way to highlight your newly transplanted hair. A well-shaped eyebrow can change the entire look of your face and create a more balanced, harmonious appearance. Whether you prefer a bold, thick eyebrow or a thin, delicate shape, a professional can help you achieve your desired look.

Eyebrow threading is a popular method of eyebrow shaping. This technique uses a thin cotton thread to remove unwanted hair, creating a clean, precise shape. Alternatively, eyebrow waxing is a quick and efficient method of removing large amounts of hair at once. Both methods can help define your eyebrows and enhance your overall look.

Eyebrow tinting is another service you might want to consider after your hair transplant in Turkey. This procedure involves applying a semi-permanent dye to your eyebrows, giving them a fuller, more defined appearance. The color can be customized to match your new hair color perfectly, ensuring a cohesive look.

Eyebrow microblading is a more permanent solution for those looking to enhance their eyebrows. This technique involves tattooing individual hair strokes onto the skin, creating the illusion of fuller, perfectly shaped eyebrows.

To further highlight your eyes, consider eyelash extensions. These semi-permanent lashes are glued to your natural lashes, creating a fuller, longer look. They can last for several weeks with proper care, making them a convenient option for those who want to minimize their daily makeup routine.

An eyelash curler can also help to lift and curl your lashes, creating an open, awake look. This tool can be used on both your natural lashes and eyelash extensions.

Eyelash serum is another great product to incorporate into your routine. This product is designed to nourish your lashes, promoting growth and strength. Combined with mascara, eyelash serum can help your lashes look fuller and longer.

Speaking of mascara, this essential makeup product can help enhance your lashes, adding length and volume. Whether you prefer a waterproof formula or a lengthening one, mascara is a must-have item to complement your hair transplant in Turkey.

In conclusion, while your new hair transplant in Turkey is sure to enhance your appearance, don't forget about your eyes and eyebrows. By utilizing techniques like eyebrow shaping, threading, and tinting, and incorporating tools and products like false eyelashes, eyelash extensions, eyelash curlers, eyelash serum, and mascara, you can create a balanced, harmonious look that truly highlights your new hair.

Preparing Your Skin for Hair Transplant in Turkey: A Comprehensive Guide to Skin Care

Before embarking on your journey for a hair transplant in Turkey, it's essential to consider the health of your skin. This includes the routine of makeup removal, using the right facial cleanser, moisturizer, and more. Proper skin care is crucial in creating the best environment for a successful hair transplant procedure.

Firstly, makeup removal is a must. The chemicals in makeup can interfere with the hair transplant process, and hence, it's important to thoroughly cleanse your skin before the procedure. A gentle facial cleanser should be used to remove all traces of makeup and dirt from your skin. This facilitates a clean surface for the hair transplant procedure, promoting better graft survival and overall results.

Next, moisturizing is a step that should never be skipped. A good moisturizer helps maintain the skin's natural moisture barrier and provides a protective layer for your skin. This is vital in the days leading up to your hair transplant in Turkey as it can help keep your skin in optimal condition for the procedure.

Sunscreen also plays an important role in pre-hair transplant skin care. It is essential to shield your skin from the harmful UV rays of the sun, as sun damage can affect the health of your skin and potentially impact the success of your hair transplant.

Anti-aging creams and serums are beneficial for maintaining the elasticity and health of your skin. Face serums, in particular, deliver a high concentration of active ingredients to your skin, which can aid in creating a healthier environment for your hair transplant.

Skin exfoliation is another crucial step. It helps in removing dead skin cells, allowing your skin to better absorb the nutrients from your skincare products. However, remember to exfoliate gently to avoid causing any irritation or damage to your skin.

Acne treatment is also important. If you are prone to breakouts, it's advised to manage your acne before your hair transplant procedure. This is because active acne can pose a risk of infection during the procedure.

The use of a face mask can help deliver nutrients deep into your skin, and an under eye cream can help maintain the health of the delicate skin around your eyes. This complete skincare routine will ensure that your skin is in its best condition, ready for your hair transplant in Turkey.

Enhancing Your Look: The Importance of Lip Care in Hair Transplant Recovery in Turkey

When discussing hair transplant in Turkey, it's not just about the hair on your head. As a holistic process, it also involves paying attention to other aspects of your appearance. One often overlooked area is lip care. This article will delve into the significance of lip care post-hair transplant, and how elements like lip balm, lip scrub, and lip mask can aid in your overall recovery and appearance.

Firstly, let's address the importance of lip care. Your lips, much like your scalp, are sensitive and prone to dryness and irritation. This can be exacerbated by the stress and strain your body goes through during a hair transplant. Therefore, taking care of your lips is a crucial part of the recovery process.

Lip balm is a key component of lip care. It helps to keep your lips moisturized and protected, particularly in the dry climate of Turkey. Regular application of lip balm can prevent chapping and flaking, ensuring your lips remain soft and supple. It may not directly impact your hair transplant results, but it can definitely enhance your overall appearance.

A good lip scrub, on the other hand, is all about exfoliation. It gently removes dead skin cells, revealing the fresh and healthy skin beneath. This is particularly beneficial after a hair transplant, as your body is working hard to heal and renew itself. Incorporating a lip scrub into your post-transplant skincare routine can thus not only maintain the health of your lips but also contribute to a more vibrant and youthful look.

Lastly, let's talk about the lip mask. Much like a face mask, a lip mask is designed to provide an intense burst of hydration and nourishment. After a hair transplant procedure, your body needs all the care it can get. A lip mask can provide that extra boost, leaving your lips feeling revitalized and refreshed.

In conclusion, while the primary focus of a hair transplant in Turkey is to address hair loss, it's important not to neglect other aspects of your appearance. Lip care, involving the use of lip balm, lip scrub, and lip mask, plays a crucial role in your overall recovery and aesthetic appeal. So, while you're caring for your new hair, don't forget to show some love to your lips as well.

Enhancing Hair Growth Post-Transplant: The Role of Vitamins, Diet, and Lifestyle

The success of a hair transplant in Turkey is not solely dependent on the surgical procedure. Rather, it is a combination of the procedure itself and the aftercare that the patient adheres to. A crucial aspect of this aftercare involves paying close attention to one's diet and lifestyle, which can significantly influence the overall outcome of the hair transplant.

Hair vitamins, such as biotin, play an integral part in promoting healthy hair growth after a hair transplant. Biotin, also known as vitamin B7, is renowned for its role in improving the infrastructure of keratin, a protein that makes up hair, skin, and nails. By incorporating biotin-rich foods into your diet or taking biotin supplements, you can potentially enhance the growth of your transplanted hair.

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In conclusion, hair transplant success is not just about the procedure but also about the aftercare. By considering these factors - hair vitamins like biotin, maintaining a protein-rich diet, managing stress, and living a healthy lifestyle, patients can significantly increase the chances of their hair transplant success.

Enhancing Hair Transplant Success: Incorporating Healthy Habits in Turkey

After having a hair transplant in Turkey, it is essential to follow a comprehensive post-operative care routine to ensure the success of the procedure. This involves maintaining a healthy lifestyle, following a strict hair care routine, and ensuring optimal scalp health.

A protein-rich diet forms the foundation of a healthy lifestyle, which is a critical aspect of hair transplant recovery. Consuming foods high in protein, such as lean meats, eggs, and legumes, can significantly enhance the growth and strength of new hair follicles. Moreover, incorporating hair vitamins like biotin into your diet can further enhance the health and vibrancy of your hair.

Alongside a balanced diet, stress management plays an equally important role in hair transplant success. Chronic stress can negatively impact the health of your hair, slowing down the growth of new hair follicles. Therefore, following stress management techniques such as yoga, meditation, and regular exercise can significantly enhance the outcomes of a hair transplant procedure.

Hair hygiene is another critical aspect of post-operative care. Using the right hair products, such as a gentle shampoo and conditioner, can help maintain the health of newly transplanted hair follicles. It's also essential to regularly apply hair oil and a hair mask to keep your scalp nourished, ensuring the longevity of the transplant.

A personalized hair care routine can go a long way in preserving the results of your hair transplant. This might include regular hair washing, using a soft towel to dry your hair, and avoiding harsh hair products. Regular scalp massages can also stimulate blood flow and promote hair growth.

These hair care tips, combined with a healthy lifestyle and stress management, can significantly enhance the success of a hair transplant procedure. While a hair transplant in Turkey can provide you with a full head of hair, maintaining it requires consistent effort and care. So, embrace these habits for a successful hair transplant journey. Remember, your hair is an investment, and how you treat it post-transplant can determine how long-lasting and effective your transplant results will be.

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Sex work

Paring: Toji Fushiguro x Fem!reader

Synopsis: Spending money on a hot male sex worker♡

Content: Slow burn (?), virgin y/n / virginity loss mentioned, y/n is mentioned to be in her late 20's near 30, nail salon business y/n, sex worker toji, dilf toji, rich y/n mentioned, light aftercare, birth control mentioned, praising/light degrading, creampie, Dom toji, hand holding, choke hold, names such as "baby, princess, good girl" used

Word count: 5.5k♡

A/n: I've been wanting to write about tojis sexy ass but never had a plot. Now I do🤓☝🏾

"Oh, come on, y/n. Don't give into society's pressure and think you have to lose your virginity," your bar tender friend said, with a sincere smile on her face as she handed you a cocktail. You let out a deep sigh as you took the drink and took a big gulp of it. "It's not society making me feel this way. it's just... I'm almost 30 and still a virgin." You said.

"And that's not a bad thing," your friend reassured you. "I know, I know. I just want to experience sex. I want to know how it feels to get aroused by someone eles hands on me other than my own. To feel desired and lusted for.. I'd go on dating apps, but I don't trust that, and the men we see on a daily basis aren't exactly my type." you explained with a sour face.

Your friend laughed, hearing about your sexual frustration. "Yeah, none of these guys are your type. I can look up guys in my man's friend group for you to hook up with," she teased and hit you playfully. You chuckled, "Thanks, but I'll get over it. I'll take another cocktail. Since I'll be finishing this one soon," you joked and gave your friend a sad smile.

Your friend gave the same smile back and turned around to get started on making you another drink. You held your empty glass with both hands and had a moment with your thoughts. Was the sexual frustration really getting to you? Or was it just disappointment and embarrassment that you wouldn't get to experience that part of life as you age on.

You could have sex with any man who was as desperate to lose their virginity, but your pride wouldn't allow that. You wanted to have sex with a man who was your ideal type. A man who is more experienced and knows how to pleasure a woman. A man who's much bigger than you. Taller, weight wise, or muscles, it didn't matter. It turned you on just at the thought.

Your friend made your second cocktail and gave it to you for you to start sipping on it. You were silent. Lost in your thoughts, tipsy even and not being as alert to notice that someone had sat down beside you at the bar counter until he spoke. "I'll take a beer," a deep voice said. Your eyes shift from your drink to see a big veiny hands almost slam down five dollars on the counter to your bar tender friend.

Everything happened in a second. You glanced at this man, and your eyes widened a bit to take in just how handsome and attractive he is to you, and then your eyes turned to your friend. She was already looking at you with the biggest grin on her face, already knowing what you're thinking without words being said. However, you both couldn't make this awkward, so you looked away from each other so your friend could do her job in the moment.

"Coming up. How's your night going, sir?" Your friend took his money and began to get him a glass of beer. "No need for the formal introduction. The names Toji," He said with an exhausted sigh and held his hand out to grab the drink that was soon given to him. "Didn't get paid much tonight, so that has me pissed," Toji said and began to chug down half the beer.

Your friend raised her brows in a teasing way and eyeing you to look at Toji again, and you did just that. He had such nice, jet-black hair, and he looked so good in his baggy pants, along with his tight fitted black t-shirt. The alcohol was definitely getting to you since you wouldn't usually stare, but you couldn't help him. "He's just so fine," you thought to yourself.

Once Toji put his glass down with a deep sigh from chugging down that much of his drink, he turned to you. Toji's face changed into a frown of annoyance as he watched you staring at him. "What are you looking at?" He said with aggression in his tone. Your friend quickly stepped in to defend you in case things got out of hand. "My friend is just tipsy. She didn't mean to," she said.

"Sorry." You gave Toji a light smile and went back to finishing your second cocktail. Toji didn't reply, but now, he's the one looking at you. "Could've sworn I've seen you before," Toji commented, which made you raise your brow in question. You couldn't recall seeing a guy like Toji around, and you thought hard if you really saw him around but nothing came to mind and you shook your head.

"Maybe you've seen me, but I haven't seen you before. I own a nail salon business called [business name] in different locations. I go to those locations when I can so.." You smiled nervously, not wanting to be rude but also hoping Toji could provide more of an explanation to what he's saying. "Yeah, that place. I have a daughter who gets her nails done religiously at that place." Toji chuckled.

"Really now?" You asked and watched Toji nod his head. "I guess the location you work at is the main one. I always gotta wait with my friend in the car until she's done. My daughters name is Tsumiki. Tsumiki Fushiguro," Toji said, and you gasped lightly. "Yes, I do know her. She comes by at least once a month." You chuckled. "Now that I think about it. She would always mention to me how her dad would get impatient when waiting. So technically, yeah, we did meet. My name is y/n." You introduced yourself

"Yeah. Your work is good, but you take so damn long," Toji chuckled. "So... Do you want another beer?" You grinned, with some shyness as you attempt to flirt with Toji. "Didn't you hear me before? I said I didn't get paid much this time, and I gotta save-" "I asked you if you wanted another beer. Who said you'd pay?" You cut him off and giggled at his surprised expression.

Toji wasn't used to having another woman buy him something like this, but how could he pass this up? Toji had the biggest grin on his face and moved his chair closer to yours, and put his arm around you. "Might just spend all your money if a pretty woman like you is gonna spoil me." Toji flirts and then turns to your friend. "Bring us two more beers," he said.

You and your friend both made an excited face and squealed softly at each other for your accomplishment of getting Toji to get some interest in you. You and Toji started to have a good night for the past 2 hours at the bar, especially since it was a Friday and the bar itself got more lively as the night went on with music playing and rounds of drinks. You and Toji didn't drink till drunk, but you drank and became very flirty with one another throughout the night.

You gave the heads up to your friend to let her know you were good, and she went home for the night. After her shift was done. You had good conversation with Toji up until the topic you originally had with your friend came up since Toji did come into the bar just as you finished that previous conversation and he just had to ask about it. "Huh? You're still a virgin? Are you waiting until marriage or something?" Toji raised his brow at you as he laughed at your confession.

However, you didn't laugh. It may seem funny to him, including others, given that you're almost 30. You can't blame them, but it was embarrassing. You ended up scoffing at Toji's question and looked away from him. "No, I'm not waiting. Plus, if I did wait, I'd definitely die a virgin." You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms.

Toji grinned at your little outburst. His arm was still around you, and he brought his hand to your face and pinked your cheek to annoy you more. "Tell you what. I know some guys who'd be willing to have sex with you, but you'll have to pay them," Toji suggested. You raised your brow in question, "And how would you know that Toji?" You smirked. "Cause I'm a sex worker, pretty girl. How else would I know?" Toji smirked back at you.

That came to a surprise since you didn't expect Toji to be a sex worker, let alone be ignorant to believe sex workers like this still exist even in the year 2024. You took a moment before opening your mouth to say something bold at Toji's suggestion. "You'd rather have me spend my money on another sex worker when you have the opportunity to ask me?" You chuckled but then stopped once Toji's big hand rest on your thigh.

"I suggested other guys cause they are used to taking virgin clients. Unless you'd want your first time not to be so... vanilla," Toji teased, but he wasn't wrong. Sure, you wanted things to go slow only cause you never had sex but you definitely didn't want vanilla sex. You were more freaky than that, and you knew it. You had to swallow your shyness to properly communicate in order to take Toji for this opportunity.

"What thoughts are going through that pretty head, mm?" Toji whispered in your ear and bit his bottom lip lightly with a smirk as he watched your flustered expression. Toji already found you attractive, but now? You were getting this man excited, and he rarely gets excited during these talks when getting a client. "I'm just thinking... I don't have to look into other sex workers you may know since I'd like to take you... if that's okay," you asked softly.

"You're cute." Toji brought his hand to your head and began to mess with your hair. He was so annoying. You slapped his hand away and frowned. You watch Toji reach into his back pocket and pull out a black card. It stated the sex work origination toji works with, and it said his name, along with his phone number. "This is my number. Text me, and then I'll have my boss send you an email for us to have an appointment together." Toji winked.

You stared at the card and then took it to put in your bag. You pulled out your phone to check the time to see that it's 3am. Toji leaned closer to see as well and then looked at you. "Think you can get me an Uber to get home." Toji asked, and you raised your brow at him but decided to do it since you wanted to go back to your house too and typed in the location gave you.

"Broke ass," you joked. As you added two stops, you're house and then Toji's.

The next week, you went back to work. You texted Toji after the weekend, and you've been chatting with him. It was normal talk, just to get a better sense of each other, but you felt like a teenager texting your crush. On another Friday, you got an email from Toji's boss. You opened your perosnal lap top to fill out thr form. Toji mentioned previously that the form would be easy to fill out.

It was things like consent for this and payments and then some other morning stuff until the last question that was added by Toji. "What the fuck!?" You said to yourself in your break room alone and just like that, your phone started to buzz in your pocket. You checked to see who it was, and lo and behold, it was Toji. You picked up and said hello.

"Hey. Did you get the form?" Toji asked. "Yeah, I did.... but I have a question" You asked, and Toji hummed for you to continue. "Um... how come there's a question asking, "Do I like getting creampied or nutted on my face?" Wouldn't that be asked more... I don't know. Professionally?" You asked, still having that shocked face. "Yeah, but I changed that. If you want me to cum in you then you have to be on birth control. Cause I can't handle another kid" Toji laughed.

"I am on birth control!" You said. "Learn to take a joke, princess. Well, half joke." Toji chuckled. You sighed and answered the question on the form and sent it back to his boss and closed your laptop. "You finished?" Toji asked. "Yes," you replied. "Good girl. I'll see you on Saturday then," Toji said. You just knew Toji had a smirk on his face, but you nodded. "See you," you said before disconnecting the call.

You laid back in the chair and took a few breaths to calm your heart from racing. He was such a tease yet sounded so hot doing it. As the week went past, you got yourself ready for the weekend. Making sure to have the money to pay him, getting your home nice and clean. Once everything was done, you were home alone on a Saturday evening when you heard a knock on your door. You looked through the peep hole and just saw Toji's chest.

You opened the door and saw him there. His style didn't change much, but he still looked as handsome as ever. "Come in," you invited Toji, and you walked him walk in with a gym bag and took off his shoes, and then watched him begin to examine your home. You closed the door and followed behind him to your living room to hand him the cash that was in a small envelope. Toji took it and started to count the money, but then he looked at you.

"$400? It was just $300, cutie," Toji said, put, kept it anyway, and put in his gym bag. "I want a longer night..." You admit. Toji's fingers grabbed under your chin and made you look at him properly. "You thought we'd get straight into it? What kinda guy would I be if I did that?" Toji said, and his thumb played with your bottom lip before letting go. For the time being, Toji suggested to watch a movie together.

Usually, he'd say you both should shower before getting into it, but he wanted you to get used to his touch even if it wasn't sexual just yet. Toji wasn't big on cuddles, but he kept his arm around your thoughts out the movie and held your hand a lot. You attempted to cuddle, but he just straight up hugged you, which wasn't bad either. It felt nice to have this physical affection before having sex together.

Once the movie had finished, you took your bath and then came out to dry yourself off and kept your towel over you as you waited on your bed for Toji. You didn't feel scared or anything bad but instead nervous? Worried, he may not like what he sees? He's had sex with other clients, so what if he says negative things about your body. That small worry of insecurity was normal to feel before your first time, so you shook your head and waited once you heard the water stop.

You waited and saw Toji walk out your bathroom 5 minutes later. "You shower long," you said with a nervous smile on your face and ajust your towel to cover your tits more. "I took 20 minutes. You took 30" Toji called you out, and you laughed. "Yeah, you got me there," you said and watched Toji stand at the edge of the bed with his towel around his waist. Your eyes scan his body as you look at his muaclar physique. His face and body were just perfect.

"Why are you all the way over there? You're not nervous, are you?" Toji placed a knee on the bed and began to crawl towards you. His towel began loose and eventually fell off from his waist and you got a glance at his cock. Your eyes widen a bit to see it's size and he wasn't even hard yet. You quickly look at Toji, who is now inches away from your face. "I'm not i- I just don't want you to think my body looks werid," you say, and Toji gives you a werid look.

"Why would I think that? Your body is sexy. It's a shame you still wanna keep that towel on, too." Toji's deep tone softened as he brought his hand to your body and started to play with the rim of your towel near your breasts. Your breathing became unsteady. You took slow breaths, feeling the atmosphere become hotter with the sexual tension arising between you and Toji.

You look at Toji's lips and then lossend your hands from your towel and allow Toji to slowly remove your towel from your naked body. "C'mon. Lay down and get comfortable," Toji said and placed his hands on your hips to help you lay down underneath him properly. "Comfortable now?" He chuckled and watched you nod.

Toji slides his hand up your side and eventually holds your hand in his. Toji began to compare hand sizes with you while being inches away from your lips. "Your hands are so much bigger than mine.." you whispered and intertwined your fingers with his. "Well, I'm a big guy," Toji chuckled. "Can I kiss you?" He asked and gave your cheek a quick peck. You nod in response. However, Toji didn't like that.

He shook his head and held your hand tighter. "Words, baby. Can I kiss you?" Toji said against your lips while still, maintaining eue contact. You felt his breath hit your lip, and he felt yours, given how close your lips were, and you opened your mouth to speak softly. "Yes, please kiss me," you begged softly.

Toji first gave you a peck. He wanted to see how you'd react to that. I'm not too sure if that was your first kiss, but you reacted normally. You brought your hands to his face, and Toji went in for a deep, passionate kiss. His lips were so soft against yours. He took the lead by kissing, making out with you slowly, and slowly started to force your lips open more to take breaths in between.

Toji's hands went down to your legs in the kiss. His hand rubs up and down your legs, and you gasped softly in the kiss as Toji opens your legs to fit himself in between. "Mhmph~" you moaned softly in the kiss as you felt Tojis cock brush up against your pussy. "You okay?" Toji asked between his smooches and soft heavy breaths. "Yeah~" you said. Once Toji knew you were okay with this, he took it a step further.

Toji bit your bottom lip. It surprised you a little, and you opened your eyes more to see him. He looked at you with so much lust and from his lip bite. Your lips opened more, you jaw doing so as well, and Toji slides his tongue inside your mouth to touch your tongue and slides out for a second to kiss you. He repeated this and slowly but surely, you got the hang out of it as well.

Heavy breaths and soft moans were exchanged in each others mouths as you both felt the arousal growing more. Toji's hips couldn't stop himself from softly humping you. His cock between your legs and rubbing up and down between your wet folds. "Toji~" you moaned his name in the sloppy kiss and felt some saliva spill down your chin.

Toji lets out a low groan as his hands grip onto your sides and stop his hips from grinding against you. He breaks the kiss and uses his tongue to lick up the saliva that ran down your chin. "I need you. So fucking bad" He said through a deep breath and sat up. "Just look how hard you made me.. even getting some of your wetness on me. Fuck~" Toji said, seeing some of your slick on his shalt.

You bit your lip softly, feeling your wall clench at the site of his girthy cock. "Toji. Toji, please I.." You begged. You felt your clit throbbing, you wanted him too and now. "Yeah, I got you." Toji got down on the stomach on the bed and pulled your body towards him. "You ever made your cum before?" Toji smirked at you with his head between your thighs and inches away from your needu cunt.

You hesitated to answer, feeling somewhat embarrassed, but you eventually answered. "With a clit toy yeah.." you admitted. Toji stuck his tounge out and gave your clit a softly kitten lick and watched your hips buck from his sudden lick to your sensitive bud. "Well I don't fuck with toys so you got two options as a start. My tounge, or my fingers. You'll get both eventually, but what do you wanna start with first, princess?" Toji asked.

Your mouth opened in a small 'o' shape, not being able to hold your voice back as Toji continues to tease you with his soft licks to your clit. "I think you're living my tongue. Just look at how those hips roll up in my face" Toji said as he gave your clit a long lick, while applying more pressure on it with his tounge. "Y-yes~" you said through a whimper and brought your hands to Toji's hair.

"Yeah?" Toji's long tounge rolls around your thobbing clit and kisses it lightly. He wrapped his lips around your clit and applied pressure on it with his tounge in a circular motion. Toji couldn't get enough of your moans, how your hips kept bucking and rolling in his face while your thighs kept squeezing his head.

You gasped once you felt Toji's tongue licking further down to your leaking hole, and you grip his hair tighter. "Oh fuck~ Toji not there~" you whined yet, you felt your arousal throughout your body from just his tongue. "Just wanted to taste how wet you are for me. This pretty pussy can't stop leaking for me can it?" Toji said and began to slide his fingers between your wet folds. "Ready for my fingers?" He asked, playing with your slick between his fingers.

"Yes!, yes~" You rest your head back as you feel his finger press against your hole. "Relax. Let me ease my finger in." Toji thrust his thick finger inside and moving it in and out. You covered your mouth with the back of your hand, moaning from just one finger. "Nah, don't do that. Let me hear you. Move your hand from your mouth, " Toji said and added another finger inside you.

"Oh my gosh~ oh fuck." You said through shaking moans. You eventually move your hand away from your mouth and brought your hands to the sheets to grip onto them as Toji slowly begins to finger fuck you harder. His fingers open you up, spreading apart inside to open your walls up before adding in a third finger. "Toji- Toji!" You moaned his name in a small panic, your eyes tearing up as you feel your orgasm coming already.

"You're doing so fucking good. It's okay. Fucking cum on my fingers." Toji finger fucked you faster and he went back to licking your clit and this time, sucking on it. You whimpered loudly and moaned. You felt Toji's other hand hold yours, and you quickly held his hand back. Your back arches and your eyes shut tight as you cum on his fingers. Your other hand grips onto his hair, slowly riding out your orgasm my grinding back into his face and your walls clenching down on his three fingers.

You calmed down and relaxed into the mattress. "Felt good, didn't it?" Toji kissed your inner thigh and pulled his fingers out to see the mess you made. "Yes- Oh, there's issue over there- Toji!" You said in shock as you watch Toji clean his fingers of your cum. "I don't have time to get off this bed and get some tissue to clean it up." He said and placed his hands on your knees. "Now. Are you ready to take me?" He asked and you look down to see his hard cock, oozing out pre cum.

He needed you badly. Toji pushes your thighs back and places your ankles on his shoulders. "You okay with this position?" Toji asked. "Yes. I'm okay." You smiled at Toji and brought your hands to hold onto his sides. Toji grabbed his cock and rubbed his tip against your clit and between your folds. He looked at you, making sure you're okay once more, and you nodded your head.

Toji pushed his tip inside. You try to relax, taking in slow breaths as you feel his hips thrust forward and feel yourself scratch open. "G-gentle gentle~" Your breath hitched, and you bit your lip. "Yeah, I know. You're just so tight." Toji grunts as he gave you a second before continuing. You felt slight pain, not as much since Toji prepared you before. However, you just felt the pressure.

"You're doing so good. Just keep relaxing. I'm almost in." Toji grabs the sheets. He moans at how your walls squeeze around him until he finally gets in. He wasn't exactly balls deep, but he wanted to get to that part in a bit and didn't move until you were ready. "It doesn't hurt, dose it?" Toji asked. "A-A little bit.. but it doesn't hurt badly... I just feel so f-full. You can start moving, though, " your voice trembled.

"I figured. Maybe this can help." Toji leaned down to bring his mouth to your nipple and sucked on it lightly. "Ooh, Toji~" Your mouth hung open with moans as he sucks on your nipple while thrusting his hips slow. It was already so overwhelming. But it felt so good. "That's it. Moan for me. You're taking my cock so good right now baby" Toji bit your nipple softly and then went to the other one, sucking on it as he thrust his hips at a stead rhythm.

"It's sooo, good- oh fuck" your nails big into his sides as you felt his cock slide in and out, feeling his veins drag along your walls and your wetness leaking down to your hole already. "Ready for me to get a bit faster?" Toji whispered in your ear as his hips roll in slow cirlcles, making your feel his cock more. "Yes~ I wanna feel you more. Fuck me please" you begged softly with teary eyes.

Toji pulled his hips back, stopping once he felt his tip almost slip out and slowly push back into you again, this time getting balls deep until his tip kissed your cervix. His thick thighs began to slap lightly against your skin as his speed increased. "That's it. Opened up more for me and- taking it so good" Toji says through moans.

Your brows knit together, and your moans grew Louder as Toji fucks you faster. "And these tits." Toji grabs one of your boobs and licks your nipple and gives it a softly nibble. "Love the way your pussy sucks me in when I play with these pretty nipples." Toji said and eventually holds both of your boobs together and begins to lick both nipples at the same time.

You tried to speak, but Toji's hips began to thrust harder. His cock so deep and bullying your cervix all while againsts your gspot and his heavy balls smacking against your wet asshole. "Toji~ Toji, just like that~" you muttered. "Yeah, like this." Let go of your boobs and sat up to hold your legs to his chest and began thrusting his hips faster, having his skin clay against yours.

"Yes, just like that!" You moaned in a squeal as his cock fucks into you and hit all the right spot. Your tits bounce, and your body jerks forward from his powerful thrusts. It felt so good you couldn't help the tear from your eye run down your face. "Look at that fucked out slutty face you got goin on. So sensitive, aren't you? And so wet. You're getting it all over me" Toji says through deep moans as he sees the ring of your pussy creaming around his cock and feeling your wetness on his balls.

"Can feel you getting close. Cum, cum for me. Let me feel this pretty, needy pussy grip onto my cock" Toji continued to fuck you harder while having a slight fucked out expression on his face as well. Your eyes rolled back a bit and your hands grip onto the bed sheets, moaning, almost screaming as your back arches and you cum, on his cock.

"Yeah, that's it~ You feel so good clenching on me like this- fuck." Toji said and continued to keep thrusting his hips. "Toji- tojii~" you whined his name and brought your hands to his abdomen. "Move your hands, baby. I'm so close," Toji whispered as he shut his eyes and grabbed both your wrists and thrust faster than before, even making the bed shake.

Toji's moans got Louder, and he threw his head back. He got himself balls deep, clenching his jaw, and stopped thrusting as he came inside you. "That birth control, better work" he pants, "I was thinking if I should fill you up, but this cunt is too good not too. Fuck~" Toji, let go of your wrists and grab on your thighs to ride out his orgasm.

"On your stomach now, princess. We're not done yet," Toji grabbed your legs and pushed them to the side to help you turn around. "Like this?" You laid on your stomach, bring one of your pillows to your chest for support, and had your legs spread open as you looked back at Toji. "Just like that," Toji said in a low growl, watching some of his cum still spilling out of you and grabbed your ass tightly before positioning himself to fuck you again.

Toji shoved his cock back in and you both moaned at the feeling. "Fuck me harder Toji~ ooh God, I want more this time" you begged while pushing your ass up against Toji as he thrusts his cock inside you. "You're realing asking me that?" Toji, put some of his weight down on you and brings his arm around to put you in a light choke hold and slams his hips down, fucking you roughly.

"You took it like a good slut before. You're gonna take it like a good slut again." Toji grunts. "Your cunt is just gushing, even when i fuck my cum back inside. So. Fucking. Wet," Toji said from his rough thrusts and choking you a bit harder in the choke hold he has you in. You tried to talk back, but all that came out of your mouth was loud moans and soft choke sounds as he fucks you into the mattress.

"I-im gonna cum again- Toji, wait~ wait~" your pussy clenched on Toji's cock harder and felt yourself dripping with each thrust. "Nah, I'm not waiting- holy fuck, Gonna cum too, gonna cum so hard" Toji let's you out of his choke hold but he brings his hand to your throat to hold you while his other hand grips onto the bedsheets rightly.

Your teeth bit down on the pillow, letting out screaming moans with tears of pleasure rolling down your face, not being able to hold yourself back from squirting all over the bed until a small puddle was made. Toji's maons turned into deep whimpers in your ear and his hand had a firmer grip on your neck and his slammed his hips, having his tip kiss your cervix as he fills you up again with his cum.

"Oh fuck~, Toji~ Toji," you moaned his name, panting, and your eyes shut as you pass out right after. "Ah shit... was i too rough???" Toji said, being concerned.

You ended up sleeping after that for almost 30 minutes. When you woke up, you sat up slowly to check the time. It was 2am. Once you blinked to realize what was going on, you found yourself in new pj's and cleaner bedsheets. You were about to get up until your bedroom door opened again, seeing Toji came in with a bottle of water and something eles in one hand and tea in the other.

"You're awake. Now take this." Toji handed you some painkillers and the water. "Thank you, Toji. But I'm okay. I just went to sleep." You chuckled and took the medicine. "You could get a headache or something." Toji got in bed with you and laid down beside you. You looked at him, almost confused until Toji's hand suck around your waist to pull you closer into a hug, almost cuddling again like before.

"Don't look at me like that. All sex workers gotta give aftercare." Toji said, looking away with a faint blush on his cheeks. "You were a beast in bed but blush at aftercare? You're cute," you giggled and rested your head on Toji's chest. "Just so you know, when you fall asleep again, I'm leaving so your front door will be unlocked," he mentioned.

You instantly got annoyed. "I take it back," you said. "If you want another time like this, then you know how to book another appointment." Toji said

"Oh i will~"