#Howlxreader

[kawaistrawberry21]

Title: Enchanted Echoes

In the magical realm of Ingary, amidst the bustling towns and enchanted forests, the legend of Howl's Moving Castle and its elusive master spread far and wide. However, little did most know that Howl was not the only powerful and captivating figure in this tale. Deep in the mystical woods, beyond the shimmering glades, lived Roxanne, a mesmerizing witch as strong as Howl himself.

Roxanne, with her enchanting cherry pink hair that cascaded down her back in long wavy locks, was not just a formidable force, but also a creature of unparalleled beauty. Cloaked in a long, tight tube tank-style dress in sparkling white, she glimmered like a starlit night, drawing the attention of all who crossed her path. Her mysterious aura had made many a suitor fall to their knees, but Roxanne remained uninterested in the frivolous whims of mortal men.

One fateful day, as Howl's Moving Castle traversed through the enchanted countryside, it caught Roxanne's attention. Curiosity piqued, she followed the castle's trail until it settled in a secluded clearing. Hidden in the shadows of the trees, Roxanne observed Howl, intrigued by his presence and the rumors surrounding him.

As the days passed, Roxanne continued to watch from afar, and she couldn't deny the allure of the enigmatic wizard. There was something about Howl that stirred a deep longing within her, something she couldn't quite put into words. She saw him not only as a powerful ally but also as someone she could connect with on a profound level.

One moonlit night, Roxanne decided to reveal herself to Howl. With a spell of invisibility, she approached the castle, her heart pounding with anticipation. As she stepped inside, the silence was broken only by the gentle hum of the moving machinery. Howl, who had sensed her presence, turned to face her with those striking azure eyes.

"Who's there?" Howl's voice echoed through the walls.

The spell lifted, and Roxanne emerged from the shadows, her beauty and power radiating. Howl's breath caught in his throat, and for the first time, he found himself at a loss for words.

"I am Roxanne," she said, her voice like a soft melody, "and I couldn't help but be drawn to the mystery that surrounds you."

Howl, usually quick with his tongue, could only muster a stuttered reply, "I-I'm Howl. You're a witch, just like me?"

Roxanne smiled, her enchanting features softened by the moon's gentle glow. "Indeed, Howl. We are both powerful beings, and yet, we seem to have been wandering this magical land alone."

As the night wore on, they exchanged stories of their past, their hopes, and their dreams. Their souls resonated, weaving an unbreakable bond between them. From that moment, Howl and Roxanne became inseparable, and the rumors of their union spread like wildfire through the realm.

Together, they soared through the skies on the back of Howl's winged companion, Calcifer, exploring new lands and pushing the boundaries of their magic. They became an unstoppable force, challenging any who dared threaten the balance of their enchanted world.

Yet, amidst their adventurous escapades and magical feats, their love for each other blossomed. Howl found solace in Roxanne's arms, and Roxanne discovered a tender vulnerability within the enigmatic wizard. They were each other's pillars of strength, supporting one another through both triumphs and struggles.

Their love story became a legendary tale in its own right, and their names were whispered in hushed tones wherever magic flowed. Howl's Moving Castle was no longer a symbol of solitude but a sanctuary for two powerful hearts entwined in love.

And so, the mighty wizard Howl and the captivating witch Roxanne danced through the pages of history, leaving behind a trail of enchantment and a love that transcended the bounds of magic itself. For their union was a reminder that, even in the most extraordinary of worlds, the most potent magic of all was found in the embrace of love.

[lyrical-fanfics]

We aren't dating (Jack HowlxReader)

this is part of a series of one-shots that will later tie into a longer series on my AO3. They're meant to be read like the vignettes in Twisted Wonderland, so if you want a sequel please let me know. Also, let me know if you think you know what the dorm the reader is based on!

The reader is not Yuu. The reader is a student at the OC sister school Fantasia College for girls

3rd person POV

Genre: fluff

Fem!Reader

    “Jack! Jaaaaack!” (Name) came bounding up like a kitten full of energy, nearly tripping past her fellow students. Her wide eyes and bright smile charmed many around her, and most couldn’t help but stop and stare at the showgirl. Her friendly eyes and personable body language made everyone feel like they could just walk up to her and talk to her. “Jack!” She called again, and her exact opposite responded by turning to her and waiting. Jack calmly and cooly waited for her, not revealing any sort of emotion. Some claim that maybe he had a slight smile on his face, but his aloof attitude concealed quite a bit. “Jack! I got an A on that quiz I was agonizing over! You totally saved me! I was like, Oh no! I’m gonna fail! And then Becks will be mad at me! But you were right! I had it in me!” (Name) bounded around the much taller and larger jack with all the energy in the world. She zoomed around while Jack simply waited patiently for her to exhaust herself. It was a song and dance the two were very used to at this point. 

    “Ahh, (Name) is super cute…” A male student whispered to a friend, who agreed entirely. 

    “She is, I have a class with her, and sometimes it’s hard to focus with her next to me!” the female student admitted as she gripped her blush-laded face. “The only thing is, she can be a bit chatty, but that lulls you in sometimes~” the female student swooned as Jack’s ears perked up. They were right. (Name) was bright, bubbly, enchanting, but she was also… 

    “Oh! Oh! Oh! Let's get something to celebrate! Some sort of nice snack and drink!”

    Talkative, excitable, and full of energy. She could talk anyone’s ear off, and oftentimes that deterred any suitors. She had many admirers, as a member of the house of Operata and a performer, but most that got too close were pushed away by her talkative personality. Jack found those who were deterred by her chattiness as superficial, as he appreciated her energy. 

    When Jack heard what (Name) wanted, he immediately frowned. (Name) often talked about the drinks she saw in Monstro lounge, but he had a personal problem with the student-run restaurant. 

    “We aren’t going to Monstro Lounge. You know how I feel about that place.” Jack replied with a grumbling tone. (Name) let out a giggle and reminisced about one of the first times they had to work together. 

“Aw, but doesn’t it bring back memories? Back when we were still on bad terms?” (Name) gave Jack another big smile as a way to try and convince him. The two of them weren’t always this close and even found themselves on opposing sides. The chapter just before it was harder to look back on, but the one good thing that came out of the succeeding chapters was working with Jack. 

“Regardless, we aren’t going.”  Jack put his foot down as he walked with (Name), who circled around him twice before settling at his side. (Name) knew there wasn’t much point in pushing Jack’s boundaries, so she settled for something more in both of their comfort zone. Their effortless communication was something many budding couples envied, and tried to replicate. They were truly a goal for those in the throes of beginning romance. Something that many in the school subconsciously associate with love. A figure just out of their sight couldn’t help but smile. He waited for his chance to strike in a manner that was hard to dismiss. 

    “Aw, that’s too bad, oh well, we can see what the cafeteria has!” (Name) gave another big toothy grin to Jack, who was happy that she dropped the idea of Monstro lounge so easily. Just as he thought he was in the clear, the figure finally revealed himself in the form of a question. 

    “What’s this? Is our establishment so sullied in your mind that you cannot even treat the sweet (Name) to a drink there?” Both (Name) and Jack stop walking and turn to face the voice. There stood Jade with a rather sly smile on his face. “Your poor friend, Jack. She worked rather hard! I saw myself you know.” Jade walked around to (Name)’s side and placed a hand on her shoulder, giving her a warm smile. Jack was far from impressed by his display. “It’s hard not to notice when your prized lounge singer is studying in between sets.” 

    Right, (Name) acts as the primary lounge singer for Monstro lounge, due to her popularity, she brings in plenty of business. There was something brewing in Jade’s mind, and in turn, there must be something brewing in Azul’s mind. 

    “We’re still not going.” Jack tried to assert some control as Jade weaved away from (Name)’s side, letting her slink back over to Jack’s side. 

    “You think so little of us, here, how about I make up for past experiences?” Jade held his hand to his chest as he smiled his saccharine grin. “I can pull a few strings for you both and get you a discount. I’m sure Azul would agree that our favorite lounge singer deserves a good reward for accomplishing high grades. He’s rather proud, you know.” 

    “Azul is proud too!? No way! I didn’t think he paid attention to my grades! I thought it was just Becks and Viv!” (Name) lit up when she heard that other people were proud of her as well. Jack could see the excitement on (Name)’s face and hear it in her tone. He knew he couldn’t keep her from wanting to go for much longer, and she might end up going by herself at this point. The idea of her going by herself when she didn’t have her job as the singer keeping her admirers away ticked him off slightly. 

    “Fine, but don’t expect this to be a regular occurrence.” Jack kept up a wall of caution as Jade smiled. 

    “I promise everything will be perfect. We will be expecting you both tonight.” Jade gave a slight bow before finally stepping away. (Name) took the opportunity to shift her gaze towards Jack with a warm grin. It took every fiber of his being to not immediately start wagging his tail. 

    Rumors of the two having a love affair had flooded campus as soon as (Name) was spotted with Jack outside of class for the first time. The two were such opposites in many parts of their personality that people couldn’t help but fantasize about the two being an item. Jack was aware of the swirling chatter, and he had no idea if (Name) knew. He often got asked about it, so he wouldn’t be surprised if (Name) also got asked about it. While he denied every rumor, there was a kernel of truth. He did really care for (Name), and he did find himself wanting to be at her side constantly, but he was very cautious about saying anything or getting too attached. 

    “This is gonna be fun! Becks said though that I should be cautious, she thinks Azul is up to something. So does Viv!” (Name) spoke highly of her seniors in the Operata dorm. Becks as she referred to her, was Rebecca, the Housewarden of Operata, while Viv, Vivian was the Vice-housewarden. The two of them were slightly more aware socially than (Name) was, and were always on the lookout for potential problems. The group was kept in balance by (Name)’s occasional naivety. 

    “I wouldn’t be surprised. I doubt Jade would do anything without expecting something in return.” Jack and (Name) walked side by side as they headed toward Monstro Lounge. 

    “Huh, if you say so,” (Name) trusted Jack even if she was skeptical. His instincts had yet to steer the both of them wrong, and she was more than happy to admit when he was right. She admired him greatly, from his work ethic to his drive. She was fully willing to let her personality be supplemented by his own, but they were a lot more similar than people gave them credit for. 

    Once they arrived at the Lounge, they were immediately seated and given attention by the server but weren’t given any sort of menu. 

    “Since Jade pulled a few strings for you, we have something prepared for the both of you.” The Ocvavinelle student smiled as he bowed his head slightly. Jack became even more suspicious. His ears went back in displeasure over the situation. It was a little too controlled for his liking, and they could send out just about anything. Were they testing something on them? Was this a new product that they wanted to promote? What is going on in their heads? 

    “Oh! I bet it’s a new product! They make new things all the time! Most of it looks super good!” (Name) chattered away and tried to be the glass half full of the two. She eased some of Jack’s tension by talking aimlessly, picking up any and every topic to discuss between the two. 

    “Here you two are. Courtesy of Monstro Lounge.” Both (Name) and Jack perk up, turning their head to the waiter, only to choke on the audacity. Atop the serving tray was a large, single pink drink. A single small plate of heart-shaped treats paired with a ginormous single drink. Two straws sat at opposite ends of the glass’s mouth, cartoonishly separated by whip cream. 

    So it was a new promotion. 

    “Um! Hang on! There’s two of us! I think there’s a mistake!” (Name) immediately piped up to try and fix it, but the server only shook his head at (Name). 

    “(Name), this is what Monstro Lounge was able to pull together for you, congratulations on your academic achievements!” the server then quickly placed down the drink and snacks before rushing off. (Name) could only look over at Jack with a concerned expression, and he stared back with a displeased one. 

    “You were right, I’m sorry.” (Name) let out a big sigh before looking down, but Jack softened his expression. He couldn’t be mad at her, and he knew it. From what he could gather, Azul probably wanted to capitalize on the rumors of them being together. The photos had probably already been taken, and whatever promotion was probably already in the works. Despite his discomfort, he really did want (Name) to have a good time. 

He started by pushing the drink away from the center and closer to (Name), before taking the treats and breaking the hearts into pieces. Even if Azul wanted promo pictures, he wasn’t about to make it easy. 

“Jack?” (Name) tilted her head and gave him a quizzical look. “What are you doing?” 

“Making it harder for Octavinelle to use us as an advertisement.” He stated as he broke another heart-shaped snack. (Name) raised her brows again, and Jack responded. “Go ahead and have the drink, I can pick something up on the way back.” 

(Name)’s eyes lit up, as embarrassing as the two straws were, she did like how the drink looked, and she was rather excited about the snacks, so for Jack to try and make it work meant the world to her. 

“Lemme pay for it, I got us into this mess,” (Name) made the deal with Jack, but he was more than happy just to spend time with her. He tried to dispute that a drink from a vending machine was really nothing at all, but (Name) insisted. 

    Despite the embarrassment of having a setup clearly made for a couple, after Jack adjusted it to make it more bearable, they ended up conversing as they normally did. 

The next day, Jack saw the results of the scheme. There they were in a poster promoting a new date night special, just as he had anticipated. The promotion caused even more questions about (Name) and Jack’s status to fly. Some began outright assuming they were finally an item. Savanaclaw took every opportunity to tease him, while his friends looked on with a sympathetic yet teasing gaze. Leona did nothing to stop the temporary hazing, as he found it idiotic that Jack got himself into a situation that was clearly avoidable.

 Jack only sighed as he would tear down any promotion with the photoshopped picture of them joyously chatting over the perfectly placed product, but he couldn’t help but feel his tail wag a little bit every time he saw the photos. Sure, they were causing some temporary pain, but it felt nice to have some sort of documentation with (Name). 

    If anyone were to ask, no, he didn’t save one. 

    If you asked (Name), however, she did have one. 

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Soooo I‘d be down for some Howlxreader stuff.. I was thinking some jealousy drama because some girl was flirting with howl and an argument between reader and Howl would fuel my current mood😈 but at the end some nice makeup sex and fluff would be great

Selfish Grasp (Howl x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼 !!! 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘆 !!!

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 !! 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

Howl is a selfish man.

“You’re pouting.”

But sometimes, you can be too.

You don’t turn to him- even though his stupidly charming voice floats over to where you are. Instead, you stay perfectly still with your knees pulled up to your chest and your hand holding your chin. You don’t move from your spot at the bay window, fighting the way the breeze that slips through cracks of the seal is making you shiver in favor of keeping up appearances. It doesn’t matter how the sight of this little town has grown dull and your body aches from sitting here. It doesn’t matter how your thin dress with its short sleeves offers very little protection against the breeze as it comes in. You’re mad at him. And he should know why. Even if you stubbornly refuse to say why.

“I’m not.” You deny, not even bothering to hide the icy tone your voice takes. You’re glad he’s sitting far behind you- probably hunched over his desk doing who knows what. It’s the one way to hide the way your bottom lip juts out stubbornly in a stupid pout. The one arm wrapped around your legs just tugs them tighter to you. It’s childish. You’re childish. But you’re frustrated, and he’s pretty. So, so pretty. You thought you would be used to it by now. Yet somehow, it always manages to blindside you in the worst possible ways. “I’m just enjoying the sun.”

“Enjoying the sun, huh?”

At his accusing hum, you can’t help but bristle silently with a huff. In an instant, you hear him laughing, and you can’t help but start to beat yourself up in your head for giving in to him so easily. The teasing lilt to his voice has you growing warm in the face- both from being angry and being flustered. It’s not fair how he has you wrapped around his finger, and so effortlessly too. But you won’t let him win. Not this time. And not anymore. Because as childish as this is treatment is, your feelings are very real.

So if you have to stew in your thoughts before you finally decide to voice what you feel (or wait around until he finally gets tired of the bad energy that you seem to be emitting) then so be it. Besides, confrontation is never easy when all he has to do is give you a smile just to make you melt.

Oh, if only he knew the extent of what he did to you.

“Yes…I don’t know why you sound so unsure.” You’re speaking through gritted teeth. This time, there at least some attempt to sound pleasant. On most days like these, you would be enjoying the sun. Sitting in the bay window in Howl’s office was one of your favorite things to do while he was working. It’s was quite easy to enjoy his presence, even if the room was completely silent and he was out of sight. On some days, you would even fall asleep by the window. Only to wake up in his lap or covered by his jacket as you're curled up like a cat. But right now? You’d rather spend tea with the Wicked Witch of the east than ask for him right now. “It’s a nice day outside. So, I am enjoying it.”

There’s a moment of silence that follows. No sound of his voice offering back some type of smart response. No sound of his pen scribbling against his paper. No sound of him even performing magic. Nothing. You didn’t need to turn around to feel his eyes on you but not knowing the expression on his face made you weary. So much so that your hand finds the charm of the necklace adorning your neck and tugs at it, your fingers looking for something to do. Oh, if only he knew the extent of what he did to you.

It happens after a while, but you finally hear the telltale sound of him putting down a quill and the rustle of papers. It’s followed quickly by the sound of his desk chair, groaning as it’s pushed back. You squeeze your eyes shut, your fist closing around your necklace. Deep in the back of your head, your mind supplies to you how it’s one of the first things that he gave you. One of the first things he enchanted for you. And now you’re suddenly reminded of how it’s supposed to be connected to and help him read your mood when he gets too wrapped up in his own world. Great.

Part of you is stuck on the fact that this is what you wanted. His attention back on you. Solely on you and you alone. It’s the same part of you that argues within yourself that you’re being childish and that it’s actually a good thing that he’s taking the first step in getting you to open up about what you’re feeling right now. After all, it shows that he cares. The very thing you were afraid wasn’t true. The very thing that got you wrapped up in your head in the first place.

The other part of you, however, was still forcing her eyes shut. Still imaging what the office looks like- all the tall bookshelves the recently unused fireplace for those perilous cold nights or surprise visits from Calcifer. And even if you hear the soft brush of resistance as his chair slides against the large, vibrant red rug on the ground, you imagine that he’s not there. Because Howl is a selfish man.

And sometimes, you can be too.

That’s why you imagine that’s it’s not his footsteps now gliding towards you, passing gracefully by piles and piles of haphazardly strew about notebooks and lonely pieces of paper. And you imagine that it’s not his warmth radiating off his skin as his figure stands close to your back and leans over your shoulder. Instead, you think of the chandelier and its glistening crystals and the armchair in the corner that was big enough for two, and the unsealed window you’re sitting in front of, wondering how that could even happen in a castle controlled by his will.

“If you don’t tell me what’s wrong…” You hate the way you can feel him lean close to your ear, and speak directly into it with a hushed, breathy whisper. There’s a tickle of his hair against your skin and now you have to imagine him- bending at the waist with a smile teasing on his face- hoping to get a reaction out of you. “I can’t fix it for you, my dear.”

“Howl…!” Your eyes snap open just in time for a tiny peck to be placed on your cheek, and you’re met with his bright blue eyes giving you a knowing look. You’re struggling to string together an argument, a sentence, or just anything longer than an exclamation of his name. But one look at his face tells you that he knows why you’re in a bad mood. And he’s not going to do anything until you use your words. And you don’t know why and you don’t know how. All you know is that it frustrates you to no end. That he frustrates you to no end. “Fine! It’s that girl! Okay?!”

“What girl?”

Your hand squeezes around your necklace. Once. Twice. But it doesn’t calm you down so you opt to let it drop back against your neck as your blood boils hot. You should have seen it coming. You should have known he’d play dumb. He was never one to make it easy for you, in any way, shape, or form. But still, you give into him because he’s Howl. The pretty wizard that took you in a long, long time ago. And now he’s the pretty wizard that makes you so hot with anger that you can’t help but pop up from your seat and start waving your hands in his face.

“You know exactly the girl I’m talking about, and don’t you deny it, Mister! Honestly Howl, she was all over you this morning! She didn’t even listen to Markl when he tried to fulfill her order! She just had to speak to you, didn’t she?” Before you know it, your lips are moving. Everything you were holding in for hours as you sat in silence comes spilling out of you in seconds in one big mess. Your hands clench and unclench as you move them around to emphasize your point. You’re on autopilot now- barely thinking about anything except what’s been eating away at you for so long now. “Talk about shameless! Oh, and you should have seen the way she looked at me. I wasn’t even standing near you yet even as she just had to glare at me everything you spared someone that wasn’t her a fraction of your attention. And the way she just hung off your arm the entire time-!”

Your words are cut short as you blink and suddenly his face is a mere breath away from yours. It’s only then that you realize that you were stepping impossibly closer to him with every passing moment. Your eyes flicker downwards and you can see his hands just ghosting over your hips and now? You’re paralyzed. You’re stuck, and you don’t know how to hold out. His touch looks inviting and of course, you remember the feeling of his warm palms through the fabric of your dress as he holds you close. So you look back up. And all you can see is him.

Howl. Your Howl. And just don’t know what to do with yourself.

“I didn’t see the way she looked at me. I couldn’t.” His voice is gentle. It’s like the breeze you feel by the window. It’s like the warm sun that you feel through the window. Your head tilts downwards, and you feel too drained to support your own head. It has you putty in his hands in seconds. You’re reduced to a dazed mess of the rush of emotion you had just released. The adrenaline is drained from your body, and now all you can do is sway until he stands you right. Fall until he catches you. You’ve made your bed and now you’re about to sleep in it too. “I was too busy looking at you.”

And for some reason, you’re not angry. Not at him, at least. Not anymore.

“Howl…” You begin again, your voice sounding weak. It’s all he needs as permission to scoop you up into his arms and place you on his lap as he takes your spot by the window. You barely lasted a minute in this conversation. You were quick to break down your walls. Quick to feel your frustration dissolve at just a few short words. One cheesy line and he’s gotten to you, hook line and sinker. But it’s the honesty in his voice that weighs the heaviest in your chest. “I just…”

“I don’t remember what she looks like,” He confesses easily as his arm wraps around your waist and pulls you into his chest. You breathe him in, the scent of flowers and herbs faintly lingering in his clothes. The feeling of his body pressed against you is welcoming. It’s desirable, especially as his long fingers reach down and tease at the hem of your dress. The implication is there- and it’s something you don’t miss. If he really wanted to, he could have had that girl who fawned over his pretty blue eyes and dark, luscious hair. He could have easily slept with the girl who felt the need to ask him what every ring on his finger meant. He could have easily forgotten about you in favor of the girl who was easy. The girl who wasn’t you. “So that must have meant she looked like nothing compared to you, my starlight.”

And yet, it’s underneath your dress that his fingers are starting to reach sinful heights, is it not?

The old term of endearment effectively gets a soft laugh out of you as it’s quickly followed by him burying his face in your neck. The way he inhales against your skin tickles, but that feeling is quickly overshadowed by lips pressed against your throat. Your gasp is quiet as his hand creeps up higher, very boldly gripping the meat of your thigh as teeth begin to brush against the most sensitive part of your neck. Your hands reach up- wrapping around his shoulders as your eyes flutter close, and you wonder why you were even jealous in the first place.

You know he has an eye from pretty things. It’s what he’s told you over and over again whenever you have doubts about being able to stand next to someone as great as hell. You but you always knew he never had much regard for others. Even now, you can recall the passive look on his face as the girl who had made you feel so threatened tugged on his sleeve. But even as she batted her eyes and sung his praises, he never truly turned an eye onto her for more than a moment. He was naturally charming, sure. But he was naturally selfish true. You saw a threat in a girl whom he didn’t consider to be worth more energy than necessary. Because how could he? Howl’s always been a selfish man.

Especially when it comes to you.

The moan you let out is quiet as he nips at your skin. It’s quickly replaced with the feeling of him sucking a nice, big mark onto your neck- a spot you wouldn’t easily be able to cover up with something you owned. You’d likely have to ask him for something to cover it up, and you can only imagine the way he’d tease you then. Still, you let him do what he wants with your body as you push thoughts of the girl vying for his attention out of your head.

Though that task becomes a lot easier as his hand finally reaches for the band of your panties with every intention of taking them off of you within the next couple of seconds. Before you know it, you find yourself being eased off his lap and standing in front of him. And as he slides your underwear down your thighs and into his pocket, you know you can’t recall anything you’ve ever felt besides blur bliss. That’s all you can feel as you settle back into his grasp. Pure bliss.

“She meant nothing to me, my dear. Absolutely nothing.” His breath is hot by your ear. So, so hot. But his words to you grow numb as your head fills with clouds and your cunt filled with his fingers. Moans fill the study. His study and you don’t have it in you to wonder if Howl thought to lock the door before he reached under your little dress and decided to have his way with you. You’re selfish like that sometimes. “So there’s nothing to worry about, hmm? Besides…”

“Howl…I…”

Your voice carries softly as your hand weakly grabs his wrist. A quiet moan passes through your lips, and Howl is quick to capture the sound for himself. It’s only when his teeth start tugging at your bottom lip, and his fingers begin to curl that you start to vaguely recall an overwhelming urge you felt earlier. An urge to grab him close. To pull him out of sight. To kiss him stupid. To let him do unmentionable things to you. But every little reason why that idea was put in your mind floats away with every kiss he steals for you. But that’s fine too. Because you don’t need to worry your pretty little head while you’re sitting on his lap with your eyes closed and your knees apart. After all, Howl is a selfish man.

“I’ve got you in my grasp now, my little starlight. And I don’t think I can ever let you go.”

Especially when it comes to you.