#I asked if I could decide if I wanted it on my own at home and they said absolutely. and I obviously decided to move forward

[writingsbytee]

PARENT TRAP?

AARON PIERRE x BLACK FEM READER

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SUMMARY: Doing your best to avoid all signs of your ex, you’re “unknowingly” thrusted back into his presence. Surprise! 

PAIRING: Aaron Pierre x Reader (Zara)

WARNINGS: Alcohol Use, Swear words,

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I’ve been in a really angsty mood lately, reading a lot of dark romances, and I’m caught in the neverending drama of it all. So naturally, I had to write something myself. It might not be good, but I just really wanted to show love to our man. So read it, don’t read it, I really like this piece. I really want this to have like a 2000s black rom-com vibe, with some modern-day lingo mixed in. I didn’t specify how long the reader and Aaron have been apart; let’s just say anywhere from 8 -18 months. 

DIVIDER:  @anitalenia

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ZARA

“You didn’t tell me HE was going to be here!” you  whispered to your best friend, Marnie.  

“It’s Kelvin’s birthday, you knew he was going to be here, Zara. Don’t blame it on me, blame it on Kelvin. This whole ‘parent trap’ thing was his idea,” Marnie finished with an eye roll.

“Wait, Parent trap? So Aaron doesn’t know that I’m here?” you ask, a slight edge to your voice. 

“I mean, he knew you coming tonight would be a possibility, but did we tell him? No, we did not, surprise!” Marnie ended with a sarcastic smile and roll of her eyes. Your heart rate increases at the thought of seeing Aaron again. Heading to the kitchen with your head on a swivel, you head straight for the drinks. Immediately starting with two shots to calm your nerves. You and Aaron obviously had history, the two year whirlwind romance you shared held a permanent place in your heart. When Aaron’s star started to rise creating more distance between you two, you decided to break it off so he could fully devote himself to his craft. Feelings were still there on your end, but did Aaron still feel the way he used to for you? 

“Are you THAT nervous about seeing him again Zee? Because if you are, tell me now, I’ll come up with an excuse and we’re out of here,”Marnie says, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

You shake your head, “I can handle it, it just caught me off guard. I’m a big girl, it’ll be fine, plus I can always get an Uber home if you want to stay. I know you’ve been dying to reconnect with Alexa tonight,” you finish with a smirk. Your bestie blushes at the mention of her current crush. 

“C’mon we both need to loosen up!”Marnie links her arm with yours, pouring heaping cups of jungle juice for you both. As you both turn to make your way to the main room, Kelvin comes into the kitchen. 

“Well, if it isn’t double trouble!! Hey y’all!” Kelvin's jovial nature immediately puts you at ease bringing a smile to your face. Wrapping you both in a quick hug, you and marnie exchange ‘happy birthdays’ to Kelvin. When you glance over Kelvin’s shoulder and you spot Aaron. Looking absolutely scrumptious in a black fitted tee, khakis, birkenstocks, and finishing it all off with his signature gold chain. God, why did he have to be so fine?! 

Averting your attention back to your friends, you playfully slap Kelvin’s shoulder. “Y’all asses ain’t slick! You could’ve told me Aaron was going to be here instead of blindsiding me!”, the liquor already beginning to make an appearance. 

Kelvin made a face at you, “Zara, he’s my best friend. Did you REALLY not think he wasn’t coming? Because you’re wearing the outfit he likes,”Kelvin finishes with a smirk, raising his cup to his lips.

“Clock-it!!” Marnie squeals, toasting Kelvin.

With a playful roll of your eyes, you take a small sip of your drink, “Fuck you both”

︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

AARON

Aaron couldn’t keep his eyes off you. From the minute you and Marnie made your entrance, he’d always feel his eyes drawn back to you. You had to know he’d be here, he thought. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have worn his favorite outfit. The thought made a devious smirk appear on his lips.

“Oh no, what’s that face for?” Kelvin chuckled looking at his friend. 

Aaron shook his head, “She’s not even going to come over and say hi? Kel, she’s wearing ‘the outfit’,” he said, his head falling back with a groan.

Kelvin laughs at his friend, “Just go talk to her, you’re acting like y’all aren’t in love with each other. It’s sad.” Kelvin presents a shot glass to his boy, “Take this for courage and go talk to Zee, she misses you man.”

Aaron’s eyes leave Zara’s frame before shooting to Kelvin, “She said that?” His voice held an eagerness that wasn’t missed by him or Kelvin. Aaron shakes his head before taking the shot, he hadn’t even spoken to you yet and here he was 17 years old again. 

“Fuck it,” he mumbled, taking a step in your direction 

︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

ZARA

“Ok, don’t look now, but Aaron’s coming over here” Marnie says, before patting your shoulder twice and walking away. Fucking traitor, you thought. Your eyes met Aaron’s almost instantly, the muted lighting making his eyes appear mossy green. You just stood there, shifting nervously from foot to foot waiting for his approach. 

“Funny meeting you here,” Aaron says, winking in your direction. You roll your eyes, a smirk on your face, “Yeah a party at a mutual friend's house, who would’ve thought,” you said, bringing your cup up to your lips. 

Aaron notices your reaction and smiles, “How’ve you been, Zee?”

Wanting to deflect, you change the topic,”I should be asking you that! I’m seeing you everywhere now. Congrats! I knew you could do it.” You land a playful punch on Aaron’s arm, immediately cringing at the action. He raises a brow at you, his smirk turning into a full on grin. 

“You haven’t changed a bit,”Aaron says, taking a sip of his drink. 

An exaggerated scoff leaves your lips, “I have changed! I lost ten pounds and 2 inches off my waist” you finished, with a spin to emphasize your point. Aaron’s eyes slowly trail up your frame. Of course he noticed the slight difference in your physical appearance. He thought you looked absolutely edible, but he’d always thought that. Aaron wanted to know what you’d been up to while you were apart. More importantly, he wanted to know if you were seeing anyone and if he still has a shot.

“You’ve been ducking my calls,” He states, his voice lowering. 

You look away, not wanting to meet his gaze, “I didn’t know what to say.”

Aaron’s eyes softened at your confession, you were just as nervous as he was, “Well now that I have you here, you can’t run. How’ve you been Zee? I really want to know.” His tone is light, and inviting which puts you at ease. But, there’s also a depth to it, a genuine interest that’s always been there, even when life separated the two of you. 

“I’ve just been working, I got a promotion at my IT firm. I have my own little team now, I’m heading a new proposal for a real estate agency, and I’ve been focusing more on my well-being, physically and mentally. I know it’s a cliche thing to tell your ex, but It’s really all I’ve been doing,” your nerves get the better of you, forcing you to shut your mouth. Aaron just smiles at you, remembering how you once told him about how nervous he made you, he’s glad that aspect of your relationship hasn’t changed. 

Pride swelled in his chest at your accomplishments, “That’s what I’m talking about, congratulations Zee, you’re killing it!” He gazes down at you, trying to memorize all your features that may have changed during your time apart. His gaze drifts down, taking in your curves, taking in the subtle changes, “You always look good to me, Zee.” A hint of longing tinges Aaron’s voice, remembering the time you both spent together, the laughter, the whispered dreams shared at 2am over ice cream. 

A giddy nervousness mixed with your alcohol consumption caused a warm flush to take over your body. “Enough about me, what’s new with you Mr. Moviestar?” you ask. 

A chuckle rumbles in Aaron’s chest at the nickname, though it’s tinged with weariness. ‘Mr. Moviestar”  was cute before the fame, hanging out in his little apartment, watching old movies, and dreaming big. Now it feels like a caricature, a mask he has to wear to keep up appearances. 

But, for you, he lets his guard down, “To be honest, it’s all been a whirlwind,” he admits. “Shooting schedules, premiers, interviews…it’s non-stop, but it’s a good kind of crazy if that makes sense.” 

His eyes meet yours, a silent apology for his absence, the distance, leading to your breakup looming in his expressive doe eyes. “I miss having someone to share it with, to talk to when things get overwhelming.” 

A small pout forms on your face at Aaron’s confession. You miss him, how could you not? You didn’t end the relationship because you fell out of love with him, quite the opposite. You loved him so much, you were willing to let him go so he could focus on becoming who he is today. You felt like he wouldn’t be able to do that, while still focusing on maintaining a long distance relationship. With your promotion, came a move. Well it wasn’t really a move, your job is permanently remote and your company didn’t care where you set up shop. So, you packed up and moved to LA, hoping to win your man back. 

Aaron’s gaze held yours, intense and searching, as if trying to read your thoughts and feelings. A warmth seeping into your belly, ‘there’s no way he could’ve gotten finer’ you thought. The air between the two of you crackled with unspoken tension, a mix of longing and uncertainty. It was like someone pressed play, feelings you thought were gone now flooding back to the surface with a vengeance. You still felt so deeply for Aaron, time doing nothing to stop or slow down the love you  still felt for the green-eyed gentle giant in front of you. 

“You know,” he begins, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, “Sometimes I think about what it would’ve been like if we didn’t break up…” He trails off, a sad smile taking over his face as he shakes his head slightly. Aaron didn’t want to make you feel guilty for making the best decision for you at the time. “Never mind, there’s no point in dwelling on the past.”

A warmth blooms in your chest, a feeling that’s usually reserved only for Aaron hits you full force. “You’re right you know,” you say a teasing smile makes its way onto your face. “I did wear this outfit for you. Aaron, I moved from New Orleans to LA for you.” 

His heart skipped a beat at your confession, a wave of guilt washing over him. Of course, he remembered your move, Kelvin told him about it. His heart raced at the idea of you two being in the same city again. And yet, in the chaos of his rising star, and with you dodging his calls, he stopped checking up on you. 

“Aww, baby, I had no idea,” he says, reaching out, his thumb stroking the back of your hand soothingly. His eyes search yours, filled with remorse and a desperate desire to make things right. 

He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I don’t want to lose you, Zara. Not now, not ever. We can figure this out, I want to figure this out with you.”

You bite your lip, trying to mask the grin threatening to break through. “Well, I should’ve been better at communicating. I let my insecurities about our relationship get the best of me, and our breakup was a result of that. I used your rising star as an excuse. I do want you to succeed and take your career as far as it will go. I guess I just couldn’t see where your civilian girlfriend fits into your Hollywood actor life.”

Aaron looked at you intently, his expression open and vulnerable. “So what changed?”

A nervous expression painted your face, your lower lip finding home beneath your canine, “I missed you. I don’t want to be without you anymore. I think we both deserve another chance to really try and make a go of it for real this time.” Aaron’s eyes light up at your words, a spark of hope igniting within him. He places his cup on a nearby end table, and he cups your face gently, thumb sweeping over your cheekbones as he searches your features. 

“I believe you, Zara,” he says softly, conviction coating his words. “And I believe in us. We have a foundation, a history that’s stronger than any obstacle we might face. I’m not losing you again.”

He leans in, his lips hovering just a few inches from yours. “So let’s start anew, okay? No regrets, no more ‘what ifs’. Just you and me, moving forward, together.” With that he closes the gap, lips meeting yours in a tender passionate kiss. The lip lock is a gesture of commitment, of renewal, a declaration that he’s ready to fight for your relationship. To build a future that’s equal parts passion, love, and stability.

As he pulls back from the kiss, Aaron’s gaze remains locked on yours, filled with a depth of emotion that leaves you breathless. He takes a step back, offering his hand,”After they cut the cake, we’re out of here. I meant what I said Zee. I want to prove to you that I’m committed to us, to making this work. To showing you that you’re my priority, above everything else.”

Your eyes glisten with unshed tears at the conviction of Aaron’s words. His thumbs brush under your eyes collecting the moisture before your makeup gets ruined. “I’m a mess,” you say with a sniffle. 

Aaron smiles, “But you’re MY mess. Come on baby, I think they’re about to sing Happy Birthday to Kel.” He plants a kiss on your forehead, before grabbing your hand and leading you toward the dining room, excited for this next journey in your lives. 

UNTIL NEXT TIME

TEE <3

[fou4summer]

Hello, first I want to apologize since English is not my strong point and I don't know how well written this is haha but I wanted to ask you something with Baek Harin, like if she and the reader are a couple and everyone sees Harin as a horrible and manipulative person and they don't understand why the reader is still with her but behind all that hard facade when they are alone, Harin is the most adorable person in the world who only wants love and if you could add a little smut since I love how you write, thanks <3

Only for you

baek harin × fem!reader

Synopsis: Everyone thinks that your girlfriend, Harin is toxic and manipulative, but they don't see how soft and sweet she is when you two are alone.

Warnings: NSFW, smoking

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 859

Everyone at your school was scared of Baek Harin. First, because her grandma owned the school, and second, because she was the highest rank in the Pyramid Game. She didn’t really pay attention to anyone, even when Dayeon would beat someone up right in front of her. Your friends often told you that you should break up with her, saying that she was just a horrible and manipulative person.

"Seriously, Y/N, what were you thinking when you agreed to be her girlfriend?" Your friend Yerim said, walking beside you on your way home from school.

"Exactly, she's the worst pick. Even Dayeon would be better." Suji added as Jaeun clung to her side.

"Guys, you just don’t know her when she’s with me. She’s the total opposite of what you’re saying right now." You said while swiping through your phone.

"What, she beats you less?" Your friends all laughed, and you rolled your eyes. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted Harin behind the school, smoking.

"Guys, I’ll excuse myself first. See you at school tomorrow!" You waved as you ran toward your girlfriend.

"She knows tomorrow is Saturday right?" Jaeun asked, confused, as Suji and Yerim burst out laughing.

You snuck up behind Harin before hugging her around the waist. She turned around when she felt you.

"Hey love. I didn’t see you all day." She said, stepping on her cigarette.

"Yeah, I was with the girls. Sorry!" You replied, and she just nodded, smiling.

"Don’t apologize baby. How about we go for a walk if you’re free?" She asked, and you replied with a loud yes. She laughed at your excitement. You got ice cream, and now she was holding your hand as you talked about the most random things, but she, of course, listened.

"Did you know that the whole school thinks you’re using me?" You suddenly said while finishing your ice cream.

"I’ve heard, yeah. Are they bothering you? Do you want me to get them out of the school?" She asked, making you stop in your tracks.

"Harin! That’ll just prove their point that you're a horrible person! And no, do not do that." She smiled at your face before wiping ice cream from your mouth. Your cheeks turned red, and she seemed to notice because she kissed you right there on the street. You were shocked but kissed her back. She wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you closer.

"My mom texted me earlier. She went grocery shopping. Do you want to come over for a bit? You know my parents take a while there." You said before she agrees and the two of you hurried to your house. You unlocked the door and let Harin step in. You both took off your shoes and closed the door.

"Would you like to eat something?" You asked. She shook her head, saying that you had already eaten ice cream and that she was full.

-

You decide on watching a movie, but she seemed to have other plans. Five minutes into the movie her hands were already all over you with you in her lap. She unbuttons your uniform taking it off.

"Are you sure love?" She always asked you that no matter what time you're doing it. You nod while caressing her face. She takes her blouse off quickly getting back to kissing you. You take your skirt off before straddling her lap again.

"You're so beautiful today, Y/N." She says while placing soft kisses all over your neck moving to your collarbone.

"Can I take this off?" Her hand placed at the clasp of your bra. You nod, slowly getting impatient. She unclasps your bra, her other hand sneaking in your underwear. Just as she slides your bra off your shoulders, the front door open making you both jump.

“Honey, we’re home!” You both freeze, looking at each other, before you quickly throw on her blouse and get off her lap. She quickly fixes her hair and sits up on your bed. In that moment, your bedroom door opens.

“Y/N we’re ho— Oh Harin! Hey! Y/N didn’t tell us you were coming over today. How are you? How’s your mom?” Your mom asks, greeting your girlfriend.

“My mom is great, probably at work, and I’m great too! How are you doing?” Harin asks, smiling warmly, just like the two of you.

“That’s great to hear sweetheart and im feeling good thank you for asking. How about you stay for dinner?” Your mom suggests. Harin looks at you for a moment and nods in agreement.

“Oh, Y/N, when did you buy that blouse? It looks expensive. You didn’t use your dads credit card, right?” Your mom asks about your, actually, Harin’s blouse and you freeze, not knowing what to say.

“I bought Y/N that for our five month anniversary. I hope you don’t mind.” Harin jumps in, nudging your shoulder for you to agree. You quickly nod, your mom smiles and leaves to make dinner.

“Thanks, great save.” You kiss her cheek before lying down on your bed. She joins you, placing her head on your chest as you continue the movie you were watching. Lets just say you continue something else a few minutes later...

A/N: This is really short, but thank you so much for the request, I hope you like it!<33

[katerinaaqu]

Hello! I just stumbled upon your blog when I joined The Odyssey community! If it isn't too much a bother to ask, what things, reccuring themes and characterizations do you feel are most important and iconic within The Odyssey?

I am asking this mostly because I really do like your rants and opinions, I find myself agreeing to a lot of what you say, which sorta surprises me because of your clear dislike of Epic, whereas I personally adore Epic: The Musical. (I stayed away from it for a while -I was wary of retellings, adaptions and what-not- until I finally got into it like, a month ago and since, I have been listening non-stop)

So, when I came onto your posts, I was immediately drawn towards your Epic based rants and your translations. Point for point, you hit all the parts I disliked about the musical, albeit, my dislike is obviously much milder, since I still love it. I also completely understoond your stance on source material over so-called retellings since I have felt and still do feel the same about other (unrelated to The Odyssey) medias and fandoms.

If you'd like to talk, I love to hear more of your thoughts! Tell me all of what you loved about The Odyssey. Refresh my knowledge and give me your insight! I'm getting back into reading it, since I read it only once before a long time ago. I have always been more of a casual enjoyer, but now I'm really trying to dip my toes in.

(You don't have to say anything about the musical either, I just really liked your rants on it and the corrections you made on the misinformation rampant in the fandom due to preconceived notions... Sorry, I talk a lot-)

Why hello and I am quite honored you discovered me hahahahaha oh my, my once again being known for my runts huh? Hahaha XD I can see why though! I am really honored you decided to ask me such intriguing question! Hahaha how dare you! You know I am a yapper about this book! Hehehe!

I would say one reoccurring theme in the Odyssey that I rarely ever see in adaptations is the theme of seeking of knowledge. I find it so disappointing how it is literally one of the main themes of the Odyssey and yet I rarely ever see it happening. It is literally at the first lyrics of the poem:

πολλῶν δ᾽ ἀνθρώπων ἴδεν ἄστεα καὶ νόον ἔγνω

He saw many cities of men and gained knowledge from them

(Translation by me)

Odysseus was not just experiencing his homecoming. It was a cognitive trip; a trip where he learnt things and he achieved things on his way.

He didn't stop at the cave of Cyclops because he had nothing else to do or no food to go by. It is clearly stated in the Odyssey that the island of the Cyclops was extremely fertile and had many wild goats and other animals they could hunt and feed on. Odysseus entered the cave because he wanted to meet the people that lived there. He ignored the signs that showed the residents were non-human because he wanted to give a chance to whoever lived in that cave to show that they were more than what met the eye.

He met the land of Aeolia next. His stay in that land for one month was share knowledge with Aeolus. He told them his story, they also told him their own experiences, thus Odysseus knows about how Aeolus arranged the marriage of his children and all

He sent scouts to the land of the Laestrigonians and their city, he was though more prudent this time and assured a safe passage even if his comrades didn't follow his prudent stance this is what costed them their lives but one ship.

He shared knowledge with Circe, not only on the part of his trip that he needed to move on but also gained knowledge from her. One example is the mention of a cunning knot he learnt from her which he used later in his adventures. Small details like that.

He gained knowledge from Tiresias not only on how to break his curse but also on what happened the years he was away from his home.

He had no reason to hear the sirens! The sirens is exactly the manifestation of his trip being of cognitive nature. He wanted to hear them. He NEEDED the knowledge they provided! Removing that concept from his trip in any shape or form shows to me someone who does not understand the Odyssey (I know it is harsh to say but I feel like there is one part of the Odyssey that is so iconic like the 12 axes challenge and that is the sirens passage)

Odysseus learns in every part of his trip and uses that knowledge to future adventures. But what I also fail to see is how CONSCIOUS this knowledge-gain is. Of course he learns things accidentally too but most part of it is knowledge he chooses to acquire for himself.

Another theme that I do not see much is theme of fate and destiny. Odysseus is not some idiot who doxxed himself as most people use the overused joke. In fact his trip is so thick of plot that one way or another something would have happened to cause this wandering.

Troy was destined to stand 10 years (from the Iliad),

Odysseus was destined to go home in 20 (hence he needed extra persuasion to go to the war).

Polyphemus was prophesized before that he would have been blinded by a man named Odysseus (he just didn't know who that Odysseus would be)

but we also know that Odysseus was destined to meet Circe (Circe mentions how Hermes had warned her for the prophesized man coming to her isle. She probably was unaware on the identity of the man or how that man would arrive at her doors)

Odysseus was also cursed by Polyphemus that he would either never return or return alone without his companions and find misery at his home

The true line between fate and destiny and human will is very thin in greek mythology. However we also see that Odysseus tries repeatedly to change fate even if it is inevitable (see my analysis here). It is this human part of his that is so relatable! Also the fact that oftentimes in the joke people forget that Odysseus experienced the absolute horror in the cave of Polyphemus for days. Exhaustion and anger took the best of him as well as of course his ego being inflated that he had managed to take down such a powerful opponent. And of course the reoccurring misunderstanding that Odysseus never cared for anyone else but as I have also analyzed there that is simply not true. It is even stated in the Odyssey:

πολλὰ δ᾽ ὅ γ᾽ ἐν πόντῳ πάθεν ἄλγεα ὃν κατὰ θυμόν, ἀρνύμενος ἥν τε ψυχὴν καὶ νόστον ἑταίρων.

He suffered many torments in his heart out at the sea, seeking to win his own life/soul and the return of his companions

(Translation by me)

The whole trip was always about Odysseus wishing to return them all safely home. Which is also part of his tragedy and shows why he went in so many lengths to save them etc.

I am honored that someone that likes this piece of media can still understand and even liking some of these opinions. I understand that for someone that genuinely like it might be a bit annoying or tiring but yeah I guess I love the original way too much! Hahaha! And okay I understand the songs are really catchy so it can be getting into someone's head easily but I am really delighted to hear you say that! And of course to be fair there are many things one can like about the musical for example the talent of the people related to it and their passion

However ironically that was the source of my dislike as well hehe I know it is paradoxical but when I see someone with obvious knowledge of the sources and passion for something, twist the original material to THAT degree...dunno I feel it even harder. I mean of course one does not expect it to be accurate but when I hear that and yet someone claim to adapt material I would expect of course these small details changing here and there for example adding dialogs with Poseidon (that is like a must in every adaptation minus the 1968 version I noticed...like Poseidon never interacted with Odysseus but that is something every adaptation adds!) or extra scenes with Hermes or whatever or even some of the details added. The problem is that the whole plot was twisted beyond repair, basic parts of the plot that made the plot unique and beloved were thrown out the window And BECAUSE I recognize the talent of the people involved AND seeing they had the chance as they did to make not only the Odyssey available to public but also influence more people to see it and they could do it by staying respectful to the material and yet they chose not to which increased as I said my disappointment. I was also very warm when I watched the first two sagas even if they were also inaccurate because they had exactly what I describe. So yes of course I absolutely understand why people would like it. Dang I absolutely do at least on the artistic department but the way as you brilliantly stated not only the plot but also the fandom of it has been at times it really got to me more than many things

So it is really a good change to see more people see this point of view too and I respect the fact that some people like it and yet do try to see the other view too. You are very kind for saying that!

Hahahaha dude you are asking a dangerous question! Hahahaha! I can talk about it forever! Hahaha Honestly what is there to me not to love about the Odyssey? For starters the fact that it is an ancient Greek poem, something linked to my country and my history and being loved in such a great degree and continue to inspire even almost 3000 years later, fills me with so much pride! Makes me inspired to do something similar! Like not caring if I will be a celebrity but someone see my work and admire it even if they do not know who I am...someone that can see this and continue to speak on it for generations to come... Of course many writers do the same as well like classical literature and all but for the specific one I feel so much pride!

The Odyssey arguably has everything! Romance, friendship and companionship, horror and peace, war and bloodshed and also tenderness of a family, drama and comedy, adventure and domestic life even daresay sci-fi details with the Phaeakes island that have literal robotic dogs created by Hephaestus for them. Odysseus is one of the most complicated personas in all literature history and earned that position in the hall of fame. Arguably even ancient Greeks and Romans could not handle the guy with so many different opinions that paint him from hero till villain. The same guy that held back from the battle till the proper moment and then abandoned his last escape to save Diomedes in the Iliad is now sailing to the seas. The same man that took Ismarus and slay the men and took women of it as his property and mentioning it as casually as he could was also crying his eyes out in guilt upon hearing a song about Troy and the way the city fell. The same guy that tenderly held his son and cried like a baby holding him and kissing him was also the same person that slaughtered 108 men in his palace and executed their allies in less than a day. The same guy who reigned the kingdom like a father; who embraced and kissed his slaves like equals, was also undoubtedly a strong leader and king who defended his authority with iron hand and he was ready to even slay his own brother-in-law when he defied him. The same man that held back from volunteering to face Hector in the Iliad and made sure he would be the last to be chosen, in the Odyssey he armed himself ready to face an immortal 6-headed monster all by himself. The man known for his mind and cunning and indirect ways is also known for being one of the greatest warriors known. Arguably even his age being one of the oldest kings in the Iliad and yet as Antilochus said he was also one of the fastest and more agile and one of the best in spear. The most pious and religious people to the gods, favored by one of the greatest goddesses of all, Athena, and loved by Zeus was also one of those who suffered a great deal from his hubris.

This man is the absolute perfection of contradictions in one body and the way he is portrayed by Homer especially in the Odyssey where he is the protagonist is a masterpiece of emotions. Arguably Odysseus is also one of the earliest male rape victims in literature for he was not just attempted to be raped and seduced but he had to literally sell his body once to Circe and then he was being forced by Calypso. A warrior that was absolutely powerless before the gods

The Odyssey is also a great allegory of the spread of Greeks to the Mediterranean sea before the official set of colonies and the way it provides us information on how they moved around. It is also an allegory on the dangers humans faced out in the sea, how they struggled and how the families left behind also struggled with the consequences. How the power of nature can bend someone but also how human with seer will can do incredible things Odysseus survived the impossible not because he had gods as parents or hardly any help from the gods itself with the exception of Leucothea in the last adventure and of course finally Athena to the final stage. Odysseus survived because of his seer will and his need to return home. Odysseus can be any one of us; a person who struggles every day; everything can hold us down and we might have no help or very little help from others but we must keep pushing through. The Odyssey also shows us the importance of companionship and family bonds, loyalty and trust. Odysseus didn't slay the suitors because he was a mary-sue all-powerful person. He had help from three loyal slaves (Euryclea, Eumaeus and Philoetius) and his son Telemachus. He didn't do it alone. He used the help of those who believed in him and quite frankly he faced a much less bad situation at his palace because of his wife's seer will and loyalty to not abandon the throne of Ithaca to anyone till he arrived.

The Odyssey is also about how there are many forms of strength. Penelope was not less strong than Odysseus because she didn't kill anyone with a sword. She was strong for keeping more than 100 men and several parts of the household that were betraying them with her seer will and mind. Telemachus was both a fighter and someone who tried to see the best in people and that saved his life (when he spared Theoklymenos at his return from his trip. Theoklymenos was a man who had committed murder. Telemachus chose to give him a chance and in return he received the prophecy of Theoklymenos that the suitors were planning an ambush) Odysseus also learnt forgiveness in one way when he was ready to start another bloodshed by the end of the Odyssey when the families of the suitors saught revenge but Athena stopped it, making sure both sides stopped the never-ending circle of violence. Nausicaa is an example of loving someone and yet you must respect their wishes and let them go. Telemachus is an example of self-discovery... The very realistic scenario of someone not recognizing the place they left for so long and people not recognizing you back. That you have to work yourself through the very same place you left behind! Even Telemachus as a character not even knowing what to believe anymore about the father he never met, not knowing whom to listen and whom not to etc. like a realistic scenario of absent veteran fathers who disappeared a long time ago...

Honestly...what ISN'T the Odyssey?! It is in my opinion one of the most complete pieces of literature that opens the way in many things! I am really happy you shall decide to look at it more attentively and I hope you shall enjoy it because honestly it's worth it.

(My friend I do not mind at all speaking about it. I am just not a fan so I am just asking the understanding of anyone that I am not gonna be very positive about what I mention and say. However I shall try not to be hater with no reason or logic, that I can promise to try)

[winterspiderpurrs]

Tony felt his phone vibrate, while he listens to the guys around the table chat, he pulls his phone out to see who is calling.

' Prodigal Son ' displays and he fights a smile that starts to forms. He raises his other hand up, and makes a shooing motion to the room.

"Alright, everyone out. Take 10 then be back"

The men around the table all scrambling to get out of their seats and leave the room. Happy does one last sweep of the room, making sure that only Tony and Steve are left in the room. He nods his head at Tony, and closes the door. Only Steve, his relatively new body guard stays with him, though he does move to stand across the room, covering the door. To give Tony a sense of privacy but also to be on stand by.

Holding up the phone to his ear.

"Mio caro bambino….Haven't heard from you, giving your old man the silent treatment?" Tony chuckles a little.

"Hi! No um No avoiding. Just uh"

"Uh-huh and that little stunt of turning off your tracker? You know I do that to protect you right?"

"I know! I know just….I think I messed up Dad. Your gonna be mad."

Tony stops tapping his pen against the table and sits up. His eyes sweeping the room, landing on Steve and then he looks off to the side.

" I'll fix it. Just tell me what happened. Do you need your Auntie to help…clean a mess for you?"

Tony adjust the phone, moving to put the blue tooth on, so he can be the only one who hears Peter but he could speak into the phone. He pulls the laptop on the table closer and starts typing away. Having Friday run the program to start tracking Peter's last where about, hacking into video feeds.

"No that that kind of mess up…though that may be easier… I just… I don't want you to be mad"

"That's for me to decide not you kiddo. But your making me worried. Whats worse then having to hide a body?"

Steve glances Tony's way before looking toward the door, feeling his own phone start to go off in his pocket. But he knows while he is in this office, he can't take personal calls.

"I um… You know how I went to that conference, for BioMedical Engineering?"

"Yeah the one out in Las..Vegas…. No."

"It happened so fast! We sat through several panels together, he is so funny, but then he asked me to dinner. And then well…. I woke up married?"

Tony could hear Steve's phone continuously going off, he rolls his out and point at him and then the door. A silent out given. Steve nods and exits the room, pulling his phone out to take the call.

"For Fuck Sake Peter, this? This I expected of Harley. Not you. Jesus. What do you think your mother will have to say about this? Your dead, and I'm dead. I KNEW I should have sent someone with you. Does he even know the family who he married into? What if this is all a ploy to get to the family? What if he is using you? Did you even THINK? Of course not cause why would you."

By now Tony had stood up, pacing the room, pausing to glance at the laptop to see that status of how far Friday has gotten in tracking Peter down.

" I know! It was stupid but we just have this… this connection. I had Auntie Tasha look him up and she hasn't responded back… and he isn't dead so…"

Tony stopped in his tracks, Natasha hasn't said anything, so she must still be looking the information up but if Peter thinks if she HAD found something, would be out by now.

"How long ago did you send the info your Aunt Natasha?"

"Um…5 days ago?"

"FIVE DAYS AGO? And I am just now hearing about this!?" Tony slams his free hand down on the table.

"Peter!"

"I know! I just… When we woke up we talked and…we decided to go on a few dates to… to see cause of the connection. And we…kinda went on a honeymoon"

"When did this happen?"

"Uh…2 weeks ago?"

"Jesus Christ. "

~:~:~:~:~:Out in the hall:~:~:~:~:~:~

Steve presses the phone against his ear.

"This better be good Buck, my Boss isn't in a mood, your lucky I got to take the call"

" Hey Stevie. Do you know why the Black Fucking Widow has been trying to break into my vacation home?"

Steve pulls the phone away from his head to look down at it, to confirm yes it was Bucky's phone number that called him. He looks at the door behind him, dread filling him.

"Please tell me, you were not in Vegas recently."

"You know I was, remember? I told you wanted to see about upgrades for my arm. But…. Why did you ask that"

"Did you have a LITTLE bit to much fun while you were there? Any LIFE CHANGING things happen?"

"…So.. my husband isn't just a cute nerd with a little bit of money"

"Nope!"

[cozymoko]

TO TEACH A DOG TO SIT. —

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tw, tags 𖹭.ᐟ emotional abuse, bullying, physical injury, toxic relationships, self-loathing, angst, bullying, emotional abuse, toxic relationships, romantic tension.

Hey! so, I decided to post this, if you guys want to see more of him, maybe he'll become an OC, haha.

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new info unlocked 𖹭.ᐟ MINATO CITY (also known as the Minato ward) is home to the wealthiest families in Japan. Happy hunting. (≧∇≦)/

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CHAPTER XXXX, 13:30PM

My, my, what a pretty girl you are. Birthed and bathed in wealth that the lower class would kill for. Soft, glass-like skin that could make all the girls kick and scream with envy. Talented, as though you were gifted by the heavens themselves, a divine being amongst all others. Your mom, for she was a woman of faith, proclaimed you as God's favorite creation as well we her own. And at some point, you began to believe her words.

God's Creation. God's Favorite. Everyone's favorite, she said.

So, what the actual fuck was happening right now?

The faceless, shadowy figures in the background were slowly gaining distinct features, their expressions becoming eerily human. The game world, once surreal and empty, was shifting, revealing a more tangible reality. What had been mere background noise now had identity, as if the boundaries between the game and reality were beginning to blur.

“C'mon, [Name],” He chuckles halfheartedly. “A little dirt never hurt anyone.”

A little? Was he fucking with you right now?

A little wasn't the clumps of mud hugging your scalp. Nor was it the dirt that absolutely ruined your neatly pampered skin. It wasn't the muck that stained and streaked the beautiful plaid of your uniform skirt. Not even, the crud and filth that soiled your stockings — seeping all the way to your Mary Jane's. A little didn't hurt your pride the way this did.

Your eye twitched. So what was so damn funny? "How could you say—"

A sickly-sweet giggle cut through your thoughts, high-pitched, cutting through your seething anger like nails on a chalkboard. You could almost hear the background music shifting into a jarring, high-pitched tune, like some in-game character had triggered an event that was beyond your control. When was anything ever in your control?

"Kyaa~! Nanase-kun, you're so bad!" The girl giggled, covering her mouth with perfectly manicured fingers, eyes sparkling like he’d just told the joke of the century. "I swear, you always make everything so fun! Poor [Name]-chan, though~" she added, not sounding the least bit sympathetic as she threw you a fleeting glance before turning her attention right back to Aohei, as if you were nothing more than background noise.

But the real target of your rage wasn’t her. It wasn’t even the filthy rich asshole standing next to her. No, it was Aohei. The boy you had grown up with, the one who, for as long as you could remember, had been there by your side.

Who was he? Glad you asked, honestly!

Aohei, the golden boy of Nanase Global—a name that made everyone in Tokyo bend the knee. A family that practically owned everything. Hotels. Fashion lines. Tech companies. Entertainment empires. If it had a name, it had money flowing into its coffers from the Nanase family. Hell, you wouldn’t be surprised if even the designer of your ruined Mary Janes answered to his father’s empire.

And yet, despite all of that, despite all that privilege, Aohei was standing there laughing. Laughing with them. The same obnoxious, clueless, no-name delinquents who thought it was hilarious to drag you down into the mud, as though you were some sort of joke. You didn’t think Aohei had the ability to be this cruel—this thoughtless. And yet, here he was, barely looking concerned. Barely. Fucking. Concerned.

Maybe he didn’t realize the severity of the situation. Maybe he thought this was all just some lighthearted fun. Maybe his stupid fucking trust fund brain had short-circuited for a moment. Maybe you let his leash run a little looser than you should've.

Dumb, stupid dog. Dumb, Dumb dog!

"Aohei, take me home right fucking now!"

Your voice came out slow, each syllable dripping with barely contained rage. Your hands clenched into fists so tight your nails dug into your palms, a sharp sting against your already frayed patience. And if you looked at this fool for one more second, you swore you’d pop a blood vessel.

His laughter stopped almost immediately. You could hear the shift in the air. "Eh? What’s the matter?" he asked, sounding...confused.

His voice triggered an odd sensation in your chest—almost like a glitch in a game when something doesn’t quite align.

You stare at him, incredulous—was he seriously asking that? With a sharp breath, you fish your phone out of your purse, fingers already dancing over the screen, ready to call someone—anyone—who could save you from this nightmare. You bite your tongue, swallowing every ''unladylike" — foul-mouthed profanity ready to spill from your glossed lips.

Before you could press send, Aohei’s voice rang out in a panicked shout, his hand reaching for you. "Hey, [nickname], don’t call anyone," he begged, visibly nervous. "I’ll take you home, okay?"

You could feel the tension in the air. Aohei's voice, now slightly higher-pitched, almost like a character breaking from his usual persona. You swore you could see the “affection meter” rising in the corner of your vision. This was an event you hadn't expected, but you were now forced to deal with the aftermath.

His hand wrapped around your wrist. Not to restrain you, but to pull you closer—just enough so he can see your face. His grip is warm, hesitant, as if afraid you'll slip away entirely, and when he shifts, dirt smudges against his pristine slacks, but he doesn’t seem to care. His golden eyes search yours, wide and desperate, drinking you in like he needs to memorize every detail.

For just a second, the warmth of his touch had soothed you, or rather her, whoever she was. But you barely registered the sensation before you jerked your arm away with a force that could’ve snapped a lesser person’s wrist. You glared at him.

Your voice came out ragged. "Don’t touch me." It was almost a breathless plea, as if there was too much going on inside of you. Too much to even vocalize. You stumbled to your feet, biting back a yelp when a sharp, shooting pain stung your knee—only to realize there was now a nasty purple-ish hue creeping up the top of your knee. Perfect.

You slowly pulled down your ruined stockings, each tug making you feel more and more like you were living in some twisted, never-ending nightmare. "Fuck," you hissed at the pain in your knee, glaring at the growing bruise, then straightened your shoulders. "I’ll be at the car. Don’t make me wait."

A system alert blinked before your eyes—

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‘Frustration levels are high.ᐟ’

‘Negative affection points accumulating.’

"Bite me," you scoff, closing your phone shut.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the group whispering, their eyes flickering between you and Aohei. There were the girls, squealing for his attention, the guys hyping him up, throwing out plans for the night—drinks, basketball, whatever the hell they did to get their kicks. It was all so... predictable. You knew how they’d react. Aohei had always been the life of the party, the golden boy, always so easy to be around. They’d gladly throw your name in the mud if it meant keeping him around just a little longer.

It felt like the game was taunting you now—like your actions didn’t matter, like you were just a piece to be manipulated by the other characters.

You phone pinged softly. Quiet yet unbearably shrill, a sound you've grown used to, regrettably so.

REMINDER.ᐟ REMINDER.ᐟ PLEASE CHECK.ᐟ

⠀⠀“A dog will always come running to his owner”

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You blinked at the words, almost like a coded message in a game. It sent a chill down your spine, the words feeling like a directive—an eerie reminder that you couldn’t escape what was happening. Your avatar might have been stuck in the game, but could Aohei have been a part of that too?

You didn’t even acknowledge it. Instead, you turned on your heel, making your way toward the car with all the anger in your chest, each step a stab of fury. The weight of the mud squelching against your shoes seemed to deepen your frustration. You didn’t wait for Aohei to catch up—of course he would.

“Wait, wait, [Name]—!" His breathless voice caught behind you, laced with guilt and panic, but you were too far gone. "I didn’t mean to—I wasn’t laughing at you, okay? Just... stupid jokes. I can make it up to—!"

The wind carried his words to you, distorted, like the sound had been slowed down in some game cutscene. His voice shook the air, making you feel the weight of each word, but you didn’t care.

You put yourhand up, silencing his pointless chatter. You slide into the passenger seat, slamming the door harder than necessary, right in his stupid, pretty face. The satisfying thud is the only thing that feels remotely in your control right now.

Aohei quickly followed, slipping into the driver’s seat. His usual sunny smile was now nowhere to be seen. Instead, his face was full of something darker, something that almost seemed like self-loathing.

"I’ll take you home. You’ll be cleaned up in no time, I swear," he muttered, his voice barely audible.

You could see his stats now—

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀AFFECTION: 90%.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀HOSTILE INFLUENCE: 10%.

The numbers flashing in your mind, like a hidden system you didn’t sign up for.

You crossed your arms, glaring out of the window as your heart thudded erratically in your chest. "You think a shower’s going to fix this? You let them humiliate me, Aohei."

Aohei’s hands tightened around the steering wheel, his knuckles going white. His jaw ticked in that rare show of tension. You couldn’t even bear to look at him. You knew that look. It was always the same, ever since you were kids—the look of a lovesick puppy. He was just trying to fix things with that stupid grin of his, his soft, golden eyes sparkling with the same desperate affection.

“I didn’t let them. I just... I didn’t realize how bad it was until—" He trailed off, guilt thick in his tone. His eyes were pleading now, searching for some kind of forgiveness, though it wasn’t clear if he was even aware of what he had truly done.

You rolled your eyes, ignoring his attempt at explanation. There it was again, that look. His golden-brown eyes, wide and desperate, flickered toward you every few seconds, even as his hand tightened around the gearshift. Was he... waiting for your permission? For some kind of sign that you wouldn’t push him away for good?

The silence in the car felt suffocating, heavy with a tension you couldn’t shake. With every passing second, Aohei's presence seemed to grow more overwhelming, his devotion more unbearable. His dimples were still there, barely visible when he bit his lip nervously, his shoulder-length hair falling just perfectly around his face like some advertisement for a shampoo commercial. The piercings on his ear glinted in the dim light, drawing attention to how meticulously he had crafted his image.

When you pulled up to the gates of your mansion, the weight of the tension in the car was almost unbearable. He didn't speak, not right away. Instead, his voice came out in a low, strained whisper. "I’ll wait here. In case you need anything."

The ‘AFFECTION INCREASED.ᐟ’; banner blinked across your vision. You rolled your eyes. What a mess this all was.

You unbuckled your seatbelt without looking at him. "I don’t."

You could feel his gaze on your back, a weight that burned through your skin. But this time, there was something more to it—something darker. More desperate. A humorless laugh slipped past your lips as you stepped out of the car. You glanced at him one more time, barely a flicker of emotion behind your eyes.

"Macarons," you muttered under your breath. "Bring me my favorite, and I might forgive you."

As you turned away, the door slammed behind you, and Aohei didn’t say a word. You didn’t need to look back to know that he was watching you with those same soft, broken eyes.

Ha, what kind of stupid game did they have you playing this time?

A dog would always come running to his owner.

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final farewell 𖹭.ᐟ Oh, my, we've got quite the interesting predicament. Oh, do tell, what will you do? Trust me, darling, keeping secrets around here never ends well.

[11queensupreme11]

From the breastmilk titty ask, i’m just curious which yandere who tries to latch on to that titty the most? 😩

idk if this is including the incest kids so i included them too 😅

unhinged, desperately craves the titty milk (in no order whatsoever):

eudorios, to no one's surprise. he needs his mother's milk. he CRAVES IT. it is literally his favorite beverage. it's what he tastes whenever he drinks ichor and nectar. HE NEEDS HIS MOMMY'S MILKY TITTIES SO BAD 😛 the only one on this list that forces himself to hold back cuz he doesn't wanna freak him mom out, but hooooooly shit it's getting harder and harder (literally and figuratively LMAO)

loki. down bad horny and feral for his wifey's titty milk. will literally try to drink it even in public, he has NO SHAME at all and percy's fed up with his ass 😭

anubis. another shameless god when it comes to his wifey's titty milk. he's constantly pawing at her in public, whining and begging and whimpering with little tears even beading in his eyes as he pleads with her: "pls pls pls pls pls, i'm on my knees for you, PLEASE let me drink your sweet sweet milk, honey buns pls pls pls 😭💖💖💖💖"

apollo's another shameless beggar LMAO. he'd drop to his knees and beg for a taste and goes absolutely ballistic once he gets it. he once asked percy if he could make a whole new fountain with her as the centerpiece where the water pours out of her titties and she gave him the silent treatment for a whole month LMAOOOOOO 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

horny, desperate, and lecherous, but with some restraint:

cú chulainn. come on, can you blame him?? he's married to THEEE percilla who literally puts the MOTHER in MOTHERhood, of fucking course he'd be thirsty for the titty milk. while the ones above are shameless, he'd at least have some decency to be private..... and by that, i mean he'd drag her to some dark corner and just drink from her there and try to be quiet

beelzebub! he's the devil, but he has the decency to have some restraint.... keyword being some. whenever he gets a sudden craving, all he could focus on are her tits and he tries not to shamelessly ogle her too, but sometimes it just gets too much that he needs to grab her and teleport her back home so they could have some fun 💖

poseidon. another shameless pervert. he'd just stare percy's boobs down with the blankest face ever before deciding, without a word, to just up and teleport themselves back to the palace so he can drink from her. though in the palace, he doesn't care who sees. he expects his servants to leave once horny times come, so the second they see their emperor and empress/princess return and he just... rips her dress open, they quickly leave the area 😭

thalassandros would literally DROOL at the thought of his mother's titty milk 💀 he fantasizes about it, daydreams about it, etc etc. he cannot escape the titties. they haunt him in a good way. he's literally gnawing at his own lip every time he sees his mother's boobs accidentally leak a bit and has to leave for some... privacy.

axiandros craves his mother's titty milk. he needs it so desperately, surely it can cure his daddy issues! he savors the childhood memories when he was still a babe and his mother freely let him drink from her... constantly has to do the horny grip meme every time he's around her. he's struggling so bad 🥺💔

luke, the sly little devil, definitely wants a taste of his mother's milk and is SUPER sneaky in trying to acquire it. whenever his mother has a little oopsies (a leak), he's always there to lend a hand and wipe her dress clean! it's totally unnecessary since she can just use her powers to dry off, but he's just trying to be a helpful son 💖 as he's wiping her down, he definitely "accidentally" tweaks a nipple to get her to leak more. oh no!

horny, but gentlemanly!:

hades! yes he wants the titty milk sooo bad, but he's at least respectful and suave about asking! he'd ease her into the idea by seducing her and that's how he gets the goods 😋 no need for shameless begging and exhibitionism with him, he's a true ✨gentleman✨

theromedes! ah yes, like father like son, except... he's holding himself back solely out of guilt and fear of his secret affections for his taken mother being discovered 💀 he tries soooooo hard. every time his mother's titties start to leak, he immediately looks away and hands her a napkin because he's just THAT sweet 🥺 (may or may not lick the used napkin when she's not looking though.....)

pontoleon's a little shy and embarrassed to be thinking about it. he's not a kid anymore, why's he so obsessed with his mother's milk all of a sudden? (he's horny, that's why). the idea of drinking from her titties gets him so flustered and hard that he has to flee the vicinity pronto

sirenios thinks everything about his mother is beautiful, including her titties and titty milk! 💖💖💖 daydreams of drinking it straight from the source (her beautiful titties!) or carrying it around a gleaming goblet so he can drink it on the go! 💖

not that interested in the titty milk:

kymon! he likes the taste from when he was a baby, but he's not that horny for it. sure he thinks about it from time to time, but he's not down bad as the losers above LMAO

[the-sparrohawk]

Reflection Ru-wednesday

It's been a busy, busy week and I haven't had time to post much but @hyperions-light tagged me in @becausedragonage's new game and I have a few minutes over coffee today and so...

What to do: Go through your writing, art, gifs, etc. that you started but never finished and find something you love. Brush it up a bit if you want and share it.

I was tempted to go through my ART and post something but oooooh my, I am not quite that brave :D. I'm actually trying to get back into drawing. If anyone has tutorials they found helpful I'd love to know about them!

Anyway, when DA:I came out I was obsessed with Dorian and his banters with Cole. Obsessed enough to start a fic, but I struggled with how to finish it. So.... here it is (with neither further ado nor editing -- whyyyy was I writing in present tense?):

“Who’s Rilienus?” Dorian swears quietly inside his own mind. By rights the Inquisitor should be asleep. Twice in one evening usually does that to a man. Dorian had been on the verge of dozing himself, but now... not. “A man I knew in Tevinter.” The Inquisitor is silent. Dorian has noticed that he does long silences well. It makes him twitch. “Why do you ask?”

“I was curious.” The Inquisitor’s tone is mild. “Cole mentioned him, a couple of weeks ago when we were in the Exalted Plains clearing out the--” “I recall,” Dorian interrupts. He doesn’t like to recall, but he does. “He was...” He finds he doesn’t know how to continue. He was no one. Untrue and unfair, to both Rilienus and the Inquisitor. “A friend,” he finishes at last. There is that silence again and Dorian’s tongue longs to fill it -- with words or kisses or whatever will fit. Whatever will keep the Inquisitor from asking more questions. The man always has more questions. “Were you lovers?” the Inquisitor asks at last. “No,” Dorian replies. It is not a lie. It might be called dissembling. He’s found that speaking the truth, and as little of it as possible, is one of the best ways to hide what needs to be hidden.  “But you wanted to be.” It is Dorian’s turn to be silent. “I wanted to be. I don’t know if he did.” He would have said yes. Dorian stifles a sigh. “Where is he now?” “In Minrathous, his family seat. Married, I heard, several years ago. Children, one assumes.” He brushes at a bit of fluff on the bedsheet. “That’s the usual course of events.” Propping himself up on one elbow, he gives the Inquisitor a sharp, appraising smile. “We could keep talking,” he says, “or we could find more productive ways to use our time.” The Inquisitor, damn him, smiles back. “If I keep talking, will you decide to leave?” He slides his hand up Dorian’s thigh. “I might,” Dorian says. Even he doesn’t think he sounds convincing. “I could. I probably should.” “Tell me about him,” the Inquisitor says. Dorian makes a disgruntled sound and lies down again, staring up at the high ceiling with his arms folded behind his head. “There’s very little more to tell.” He waits, but with no real hope that the other man will let him off the hook. “We met at the circle in Vyrantium. We both liked books.” As if in some kind of reward, Dorian feels the Inquisitor’s hand move a little higher. So.  Perhaps he’ll continue. “We spent a good bit of time together. I suppose one might say we were close.” One might say. Dorian scowls at his own idiocy. “He spent part of a holiday at my home in Qarinus. My father was pleased to extend the invitation. Pleased to host the son of a prominent Minrathous family. Pleased with the connection.” Dorian sighs. “Until he saw the way I was looking at him, I suppose. Or the way I laughed with him. I don’t know what it was. I only know that we returned to Vyrantium and within a month Rilienus was gone.” “Gone?” “Transferred. The Circle in Minrathous was pleased to accept him. My father arranged it. A letter to the board and a cleverly worded communication to Rilienus’s father would have done the job. He couldn’t possibly have left well enough alone. Better to remove the temptation.” “I see.” The Inquisitor shifts beside him, draping his arm across Dorian’s body. “And then?” “Then? Then?” Dorian can hear how sharp his tone has grown but he ignores it. He’s feeling sharp, all prickles and knife points. “Then Rilienus went home to the bosom of his family, and he married the woman his father chose, and he went on to live a life of comfort and riches in the capital of Tevinter. And that is all I know. Inquisit me no further.” The other man has the gall to laugh softly. “That isn’t what you said earlier.” Dorian snorts. “You could have done the same as he did,” he says after long pause. “And you chose not to. You chose... what was it you said? Not to live a life quietly screaming on the inside.” He kisses Dorian’s shoulder.  “It was terribly selfish of me, I know.” Dorian’s tone is mocking, which distracts from the fact that some part of him worries that it is the absolute truth. “Me, me, me. It’s all about me.” “Who else?” the Inquisitor asks. And then he kisses him and Dorian is pleased to let all the troublesome thoughts be washed away in pleasure.

Very softly Wednesday tagging @lavenderprose, @corvus-frugilegus, @covertleathers, @jouskaroo ... if you've already done this and I missed it, I'm sorry! Been kinda out of the loop the last couple of days.

[brittakittyneko]

Scarlet Hollow MC ask game but I'm just answering everything anyways

Ask game originally from @voiceofhesilly

Just decided to answer it all in one post. I'm bored and need to put all of this kind of info here.

What are your mc’s traits? What’s their hardcore mode trait (Or if they are primarily a hardcore mode mc, what trait could they do without)? (Answer: Talk to Animals and Keen Eye and Hardcore Mode: Mystical. They could probably live without TTA.)

Who does your mc get along with best? Why? (Answer: Reese (romantically) Avery/Stella (platonically))

Who does your mc not get along with? Why? (Answer: Tabitha and Dr. Kelly. Reason: They are both really rude and my character hates that. LOL But it isn't like she can't be sympathetic toward them.)

Who, if anyone, is your mc’s love interest? (Answer: Reese Kelly and no one else. :) )

What does your mc do for a living? Where do they live? (Answer: I'm certain they have a job of some sort. Probably working at a flower shop. But hobby-wise they're an artist.)

What relationship do they have with people back home? (Answer: Do we mean "friends"? She has hardly any tbh... I guess she gets a along okay with people but most tend to view her as big weirdo that talks to animals and is observant...)

What was your mc’s relationship with Vivian? (Answer: She had a very good relationship with Vivian up until toward the end where right before she was dying she developed cancer at some point and had dementia and started treating Britta pretty badly. They use to be rich but at some point they were losing everything and her mother became abusive....)

Why did they decide to come to the funeral? (Answer: They wanted to get out and to breathe (they've been stuck indoors a lot) but also cause she was curious and wanted to meet Tabitha. She wanted to say something to Tabitha as well and express her condolences... but by the time she met her she seemed grouchy and upset so she said nothing to her. She was afraid to upset her further...)

In what way,  if any, does your mc resemble their family? (Answer: Just straight up her sunken eyes and rigid cheekbones. If you mean personality she's more kind and like her mom. Her mother Vivian was kind and taught her daughter to be kind unlike her sister Pearlanne. She looks more like her mom more than anybody else really... appearance-wise.)

Which of the game events got to them the most? (Answer: Episode 4 did honestly. Everything that happened was not great especially there... She cares for Reese greatly... she didn't want him to do that but felt as if she didn't have a choice... She's heavily worried about Reese now but at least he's beautiful and free.)

How are they coping with the horrors? (Answer: Traumatized but she has a boyfriend now and that makes her happy. :') )

What’s your mc’s favourite meal? (Answer: Any chicken meal)

What’s your mc’s favourite movie/genre? Why? (Answer: Horror is her favorite genre (other than fantasy adventure which comes second) and her favorite movie is ... there's too many to choose from tbh for her. She loves a lot of movies. Why choose one?)

Is your mc good with people? (Answer: No lol She's a blabber mouth, tends to be very apologetic, and she's very anxious at times.)

Are there any characters/media that inspired your mc? (Answer: Some lore and such that I give to her is based on some stuff that I love but her? I don't think there's characters that really inspired me with her but did with some backstory. I just come up with my own thing with her aside from some backstory.)

Are there any songs you associate with your mc? (Answer: I don't sadly listen to much music anymore. :( )

Which of the additional April Fools traits would they have? (Answer: They would have none of them.)

I'll talk about traits in another post. I'm tired but just wanted to get things cleared up. I'm sorry if I messed up the game by just answering these like this. I just wanted to get this out of the way and to memorize things.

[oysternymph]

Fixing you (Noiz & Clear fic)

This was a request from @melonhorns from the beginning of March! They kinda just gave me a request to write anything with Clear and Noiz and while I enjoy them as a ship I wanted to try something different! This fic is canon leaning and I did my best to not be ooc for either character so I hope that both melon and everyone else who stumbles across it likes it!!! Also I’ll be making a master post for my nitro chiral fics as I do plan to write more in the future!

WC: 2,138

It had been over a year since he had last heard that cheerful voice, all that remained was a body that was slowly decaying more and more each day. After Platinum Tower was destroyed, Noiz assumed his time in Midorijima was up, especially with Rhyme falling out of favor with most citizens due to unregulated servers leading to more and more people getting ganked.

He planned to pack up and leave, returning home seemed like a miserable decision yet as time passed on it seemed more and more likely that he’d end up back in Germany. Then, about a month after all the chaos caused in Platinum Jail, he woke up to a loud banging on his apartment’s door. He certainly didn’t expect to see Aoba on the other side in tears and looking like he hadn’t slept in a week, but he wasn’t about to turn him away either.

It still feels weird remembering that night, how Aoba clung to him and begged him for help, saying that he’d do absolutely anything if it meant Noiz would save ‘him’. Soon enough he learned about Clear or rather, about the Alpha unit that called himself Clear. Noiz didn’t believe anything Aoba was rambling on about until he saw his body, only then did Noiz agree to help Aoba and Tae’s friend fix him.

That was a year ago, Aoba called everyday to ask about him, if he didn’t call then he’d come in person and visit Clear, talking with him about what’s been going on, silly things that Ren had done, any new facts he learned about sea creatures, especially jellyfish. At first Noiz didn’t understand why he did this at all. Clear couldn’t hear him, nor was there any guarantee that even if they fixed him, he would be the same Clear.

Both areas that stored his memory were badly damaged, early on Noiz suggested they just replace them, in turn Aoba had to be held back from punching him for suggesting such a thing. All of this was in futility, at least that’s what the hacker thought. And yet, he couldn’t help but feel envious of Clear, someone who wasn’t human, and yet was treated as such by all the people around him.

He could love, feel pain, and despite his robotic origins, he was accepted as a human even if he was different. Noiz would never receive such treatment despite having flesh and blood, despite his beating heart signaling that he was human, he wouldn’t be accepted as one. Aoba said that Clear had a heart but when Noiz opened his chest to start work on repairing him, he didn’t see anything resembling one. And yet one night when he was working on Clear, he decided to talk to him, knowing that he wouldn’t get a response.

“…What does he even see in you? You were just a weirdo.”

The alpha’s face didn’t move or respond, stuck in a permanent and broken state of bliss. Both of his eyes were still a faded soft pink, according to Aoba they resembled a bright and ethereal sunset before they became cloudy.

“You’re really lucky you found someone like Aoba. Only he would want to fix up junk. If he could he’d be doing all of this on his own, just like that allmate of his.”

A spark from the machine flung out, ultimately fizzling out before it could land on Noiz or anyone else. He put down the wire cutters he was using to remove some old and fried wires that laid in the other’s chest.

“…See you tomorrow.”

He didn’t talk to Clear again until a week later, once more on a late night where it was just him, Tae’s friend that was assisting in rebuilding Clear having gone home a few hours earlier. His wiring was fixed and now Noiz was working on his…ribcage, it definitely resembled one at least.

“Did you enjoy talking to Aoba today? He kept petting your hair. It was a bit hard to watch.”

He began to hammer at the metal in order to fix its shape, as no matter how hard both him and the other man tried to figure out what metal was inside of Clear, they could never seem to figure out what it was. As a result they would try to repair as much of Clear as they could instead of replacing his parts.

“He said he wished to hear your song again, I didn’t even know you liked to sing. But then again you were built to do exactly that. So it’s not that surprising.”

Finally he hammered out the last dent in his ribcage, dropping the thick hammer and nearly crushing his foot under the heavy object, though he certainly wouldn’t have felt such an injury. He crawled over to the computer they had the robot connected to and after typing in a few things seemingly at random, Noiz started up a diagnostic test.

“…You’re cooling down a lot faster than last week, but…”

It still seemed that there was no chance at Clear coming back, not unless they removed his original motherboard. Which Aoba would become hysterical or borderline suicidal if it was mentioned again, so for now he’d have to keep trying in futility to repair the robot. Nearby was a box of now cold pizza, to which Noiz opened up and pulled out a slice.

“You know, if he wasn’t so hysterical about you I would’ve opened you up more. Figured out how you worked. I’m kinda working with no instructions here.”

He felt a slight chill looking at Clear’s unmoving face, turning away from him as he began to eat his cold slice of plain cheese pizza.

He talked to Clear again later that week, during another diagnostic test with Aoba present. Aoba was convinced that he might be able to figure out why Clear wasn’t responding if he was present for a test, as such Noiz ran another one only to receive the same exact results as before. Tenderly he held Clear close, petting his hair and looking down at him with watery eyes.

“Clear…Please…You have to wake up again…Please…”

“…Yeah. Wake up.”

He didn’t expect Aoba to look up at him with a sad yet surprised expression, as he only had spoken to the corpse to appease Aoba. Though after a moment of keeping his gaze on Noiz, he looked back down at the robot.

“Clear, even Noiz is asking you to wake up! You have so many people that miss you, please come back…”

Normally he’d correct Aoba without a second thought about how the other might feel, yet he felt a weird feeling in his chest as he opened his mouth to speak.

The sudden feeling startled him so greatly that he ended up not speaking. For the first time in his entire life, Noiz had felt pain. The sudden ache then jump of his heart was so alarming that he assumed he was having a heart attack for a moment, but as the seconds turned to minutes and he remained fine, he managed to rid that thought from his head. Finally he gained the strength to speak again, deciding not to mention either that he didn’t miss Clear nor his sudden pain.

“He’ll wake up soon. But he won’t if I’m not allowed to work more on him.”

“…Do you really think you’ll be able to bring him back?”

“I don’t know. But I’ll keep trying.”

Aoba seemed content with this answer, giving Noiz a soft smile, the type of smile he usually only reserved for Clear. He had been smiled at the same way a machine had been and yet it was the kindest expression Noiz could ever recall being directed at him. His parents would sometimes look at him with pity when they weren’t showing their clear disappointment with him. His brother would look at him fondly but with an air of detachment, they weren’t close but neither were willing to reach out first. His nannies growing up looked at him with disgust, anger, or boredom. Aoba often looked tired or annoyed in the past when talking with Noiz.

But now he looked at him with an expression that could shatter within a mere moment. There was a time where he wanted to pull out all kinds of expressions from Aoba, his happiness, anger, sadness, determination, but that time came and went. Seeing Aoba like this makes him wonder…did Clear ever cast such an expression at him? His face was obscured for the entire time that Noiz knew him. His voice was cheerful but he always wondered if there was something more to him. If his excited and warm voice matched his expression. Clear died with the softest look he had ever seen, but that look, while directed towards his lover, seemed to be bliss. As if he had finally become relieved of something. Without much more talking between the two, Noiz managed to pry the robot from Aoba’s right grasp as he began to work on him some more…

It had been over a year since Clear had woken. As time progressed, Noiz spoke to him more and more, to the point that he’d at least say something to him once a day, even if it was just bidding him farewell at the end of the day. It was the middle of the night, he had made great progress today but Clear still refused to turn on. It was four am, Noiz was just starting to fall asleep when he heard a loud and sudden noise from his living room. The sound of loud computer-like fans, breathing accompanied it, and of a body attempting to get up. He felt like he was hearing a ghost speak as a familiar voice sounded through his apartment.

“…Master?”

He nearly fell out of bed as he threw the covers off and rushed into his living room. Clear sat upright, looking around slightly dazed as one of his hands lightly tugged on one of the many cords plugged inside his still slightly open chest. As Noiz opened his mouth to say something, Clear looked over first and smiled.

“Noiz…Hi.”

“…Sup.”

He walked over and took a seat in front of Clear, gently removing his hand from the cord as the two continued to silently look at each other.

“Thank you for fixing me.”

“…Do you remember anything from when you were out?”

“Not really. I remember voices on occasion, but not what they said. How long was I out for?”

“Over a year.”

His eyes widened at this before he tried to stand up again, to which Noiz placed his hands onto his shoulders to keep him down.

“I need to see Ma-…Aoba. I need to see Aoba.”

“I need to run some more tests and add the rest of your chest skin back. Then you can see Aoba.”

Clear nodded, allowing for Noiz to do whatever he needed to with no questions asked. He was mostly stable but he’d need constant checkups for the rest of his ‘life’. What a pain.

“…Clear.”

“Yes?”

“Aoba said you had a heart. But I didn’t see one when I repaired you.”

He didn’t know why he was bringing this up again, but it came out before he could even think about what he was saying. It lingered in the back of his mind since the moment Aoba said it. Clear looked at him with a near perfectly blank emotion for a moment before his smile erupted, it was nearly infectious.

“I do have a heart. It beats for Aoba. It might not look the same as a human heart but he said he saw it. Aoba wouldn’t lie to me. My heart is so full of love…not just for Aoba, but for my grandpa. For Ms.Tae…for you and all my other friends. My heart beats now, that’s what I feel.”

“…I see.”

Noiz attached the last piece of skin that was needed before unplugging Clear and helping him to get dressed.

“Noiz.”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for fixing me.”

“You already said that.”

“I know…But…You gave me a second chance.”

Noiz didn’t say anything, he merely watched as Clear opened the sliding glass door that connected to the small balcony his condo held before he walked out onto it. He looked at peace staring up into the stars, his finger occasionally tracing some of the constellations he could manage to find and even making out some new shapes.

“Thank you, Noiz.”

“…Get back to Aoba safely.”

He didn’t say anything further to the blonde, he merely jumped from the balcony into the nearby roof of the building next to Noiz’s. Within a few short seconds Clear had vanished from his sight as he hopped along the rooftops of Midorijima.

[einaudis]

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[ratatatastic]

no im still on maffhew calling the forsymaffhew lovechild a missile

[soupacool]

congrats on taking T and experiencing voice changes, that's so exciting!! 🥳🥳✨✨

thank you!!! it's been a period of intense learning of myself and my place in the world and I wouldn't trade it for anything

[29121996]

anyway.

[mephisto-reporting]

Wearing This Dress Was a Mistake…or Was It?

Premise: You decide to prank him by making him think that you'd be wearing that risque, revealing outfit when you are about to head out... only to find out that pranks have consequences. Pairing: Reader x Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, Caleb (Seperate) Note: Reader and the men are in a relationship. This is suggestive. Please do not interact if you are a minor. If you wanted to be added to my taglist, please DM, ask or comment :D Content warning: Suggestive. MNDI.

CALEB

Caleb was lounging on your couch like he owned the place, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, the other holding a can of soda that he swirled absentmindedly. He had taken a few days off, escaping from his duties as Colonel to come back to Linkon. And now, here he was, making himself right at home in your apartment like he had never left. The sight was almost domestic, but you knew better—there was nothing ordinary about Caleb. Not anymore.

He was on leave, a rare moment where he could shed the weight of his uniform and just be Caleb. It was a refreshing change to see him like this—less guarded, more relaxed—but something about it sparked mischief in you. You'd always had a playful, mischievous relationship with Caleb when you were younger. Pranks, jabs, teasing—it had all been part of the dynamic. And now that he was back, you couldn't help but feel a familiar tug to push his buttons just a little.

You'd planned this prank for a while. Slipping into the most scandalous, revealing outfit you could find in your closet, one that certainly wasn’t something you'd wear out in public. You had no intention of actually leaving—just giving Caleb the briefest hint that you were about to, and seeing how he’d react.

You walked into the living room, draped in the most inappropriate outfit you could manage. A fitted dress that barely covered your thighs, a deep V that left little to the imagination, and a loose, barely-there wrap that hung carelessly from your shoulders. Your intention was to get under Caleb’s skin, to push him just a little—just enough to remind him that the old pranks hadn’t gone anywhere.

When Caleb glanced up, his relaxed demeanor faltered for just a second, his sharp gaze lingering on you. There was a flicker of something darker in his eyes, something predatory. But he said nothing at first, just observing you with a cold silence that sent a chill down your spine. Your pulse quickened slightly under his intense gaze, but you pushed down the thrill crawling up your spine. This was just a joke.

You took a deep breath, feigning innocence. "I'm heading out to meet some friends," you announced, grabbing your purse.

The shift was instantaneous.

The lazy, relaxed Caleb from moments ago was gone. His can hit the coffee table with a soft thud, his entire frame tensing as he straightened up. His gaze darkened, trailing over your figure with slow, possessive deliberation.

"You're wearing that?" His voice was low, almost casual—but you could hear the undercurrent of something dangerous lurking beneath it.

You swallowed but kept up the act. "Yeah. Why?" You tilted your head, feigning confusion. "It looks good, doesn't it?"

"You’re not going anywhere dressed like that." he muttered, the words falling from his lips in a near-growl.

You smirked, crossing your arms over your chest. "What, you think I can’t pull it off?"

He stood in one smooth motion, and before you could react, he was standing in front of you, his hand gripping your wrist with a surprising amount of force. His fingers were warm, rough, as if he were trying to ground himself with the touch.

"If you're so insistent on showing this side of you to others," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear, "then it’s only fair that I get to see more of it, isn't it?"

Before you could protest, he hoisted you effortlessly onto his shoulder, your legs dangling in the air as he carried you toward your room like a caveman claiming his prize.

"Caleb!" You gasped, half-laughing, half-embarrassed by the sheer force of his actions. But Caleb wasn't listening. His grip was firm, his footsteps purposeful as he crossed the room.

He threw open your bedroom door, his eyes locking with yours with an intensity that made your heart race. "You think you can strut around like this for anyone else?" His voice was dangerously calm, but the heat in his gaze betrayed the undercurrent of rage—jealousy, possessiveness—swirling just beneath the surface.

You opened your mouth to say something, but he silenced you with a heated kiss, his lips claiming yours in a way that left no room for argument. His lips were urgent, demanding, but still with an edge of care as if he couldn’t bear the thought of anyone seeing you in that outfit.

"Do you want me to show you what that outfit can do to any individual with a working braincell?" Caleb murmured against your lips, his breath shallow as he gently pushed you onto the bed. He towered over you, his body a wall of heat and strength, completely commanding your attention.

You couldn’t help but laugh breathlessly, still shaken by the intensity of the moment. "It was just a prank, Caleb. I didn’t mean—"

His fingers traced the line of your jaw with surprising gentleness before his eyes darkened. "No," he whispered. "You didn’t mean to tease me like this, but now that you have, you’re not going anywhere. Not until I’ve had my fill of you. I don’t like the idea of anyone else looking at you like this.”

You opened your mouth to explain, to tell you weren’t actually heading out like this, but before you could say a word, he was on you, his lips crashing against yours with a possessiveness that left you breathless. His hands roamed down your body, tracing the curve of your waist, gripping you tightly as if he were afraid someone might take you from him.

You could feel his breath on your neck, hot and heavy, as he pulled away just enough to whisper, “You’re mine, understand?” His words were both possessive and adoring, a dangerous combination you knew too well.

And as your neighbors found out soon after, the only sounds that filled the air that evening were far less friendly than the teasing words you’d exchanged earlier.

RAFAYEL

Rafayel was early. Again.

Technically, he was supposed to be on time tonight—after all, it was his gallery event. But you knew better. You had predicted, with painful accuracy, that he'd find some way to ding-dong ditch his own damn celebration. Which was exactly why he was here at your apartment an hour before you needed to leave.

"I'm only here because Thomas would physically drag me if I didn't show up at all," he muttered from the other side of the door of your bedroom. "Consider this me being a responsible artist. All of you should be grateful."

You hummed, feigning disinterest as you checked your reflection in the mirror. "Oh, I am grateful, Rafayel."

"Good, as you shou—"

He cut himself off entirely as you stepped out from your bedroom.

You had planned this prank the moment you'd heard he was coming early. Because if Rafayel wanted to ditch the gallery, you'd at least make sure he suffered before he got his way. So, instead of slipping into something elegant and refined for an art exhibition, you had opted for something else entirely. It wasn’t even an outfit you would wear outside—it barely covered anything at all, and the material clung to your body in all the wrong places. A sheer, tight-fitting slip with lace accents, enough to leave little to the imagination. The fabric wasn’t completely transparent, but it did the job well enough to make every inch of your skin noticeable. Every inch of skin exposed was deliberate. Calculated. A direct attack on Rafayel's composure.

And oh, it worked.

His entire body stiffened, the lazy smirk on his lips frozen mid-form. His next grape missed his mouth completely, bouncing pathetically off his chin and rolling onto the floor. But he didn't even notice.

For a long, silent moment, all Rafayel did was stare.

Then, dramatically, he clutched his chest. "No."

You blinked. "No?"

"I can't take you anywhere like this," he lamented, waving frantically at all the exposed skin. "You—You will steal the show! The gallery will forget my masterpieces the moment you walk through the door!" Rafayel’s eyes flickered to the door, then back to you, his expression a mix of shock and something darker. “You’re kidding. You want me to take you to the gallery dressed like… this? Everyone will be staring, and I can’t have that.”

He turned his back to you with a huff, clearly flustered. He spun around to face you again, his eyes narrowing, and a flicker of possessiveness flashed across his face. “This is too much. I’m not taking you out like this.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Are you saying you’re embarrassed to be seen with me?”

His expression faltered, and for a split second, you saw a vulnerability in his eyes. But it was quickly replaced by his usual dramatic demeanor. “Embarrassed? No!! I just don’t want everyone gawking at my—especially when I’m the one who’s supposed to admire you tonight. How am I supposed to take you out like this? All eyes will be on you, and I don’t know if I’m prepared for that level of attention. How am I supposed to look at this…”

"Is that such a bad thing?" You teased, twirling a loose strand of hair around your finger.

"Yes!" Rafayel practically whined. He circled you like a predator, eyes flickering with a hunger he hadn’t quite named yet. "Some art should be displayed for the world, sure," he murmured, voice turning dangerously low. "But some art? This should be kept private. Mine."

You bit your lip, barely suppressing a laugh. "Raf, it's just a prank. I'm not actually going like this."

He stilled. Then, very slowly, he grinned.

"Oh?" he purred, stepping closer until there was barely any space left between you. His fingers skimmed the edge of your exposed thigh, tracing your skin before gripping it lightly. "Then you should go change, hmm?"

You moved to step back, but Rafayel caught your wrist. His grip was loose, teasing, but there was no mistaking the heat behind it.

"Ah, wait," he murmured, feigning deep thought. "Actually… No. That would take too long."

You frowned. "What—?"

"We're already late," he sighed, tone laced with mock regret. "And if we're already late, then it doesn’t really matter, does it?"

Before you could say anything else, Rafayel scooped you up in one swift motion, his hands firmly gripping you. “Forget the gallery,” he said, his voice practically a growl. “You’re not leaving this apartment until I’ve taken my time enjoying this… work of art.”

“Rafayel, wait!” You tried to protest, but he was already striding toward your bedroom, his grip firm around you.

“You don’t deserve to wear something this distracting for anyone else,” he muttered, his voice laced with a possessive hunger. “I’ll be the only one to appreciate it properly.”

Before you could even respond, his lips were on yours, demanding and heated, the rest of the world completely irrelevant. You could barely keep up with the intensity of his kiss as he stripped away the fabric, each motion more urgent than the last.

As the sound of Thomas’ calls rang through both your phones, going straight to voicemail, Rafayel didn’t spare it a second thought. The gallery? It was already a lost cause. Tonight, he had you—and he was taking his sweet time with it.

SYLUS

As Sylus prepared for his mission, a sense of anticipation hung thick in the air. He was packing his gear with the meticulous attention of a man who thrived on the chaos he created, readying himself for whatever dangerous task lay ahead. This lifestyle was no stranger to him —the dangerous, dark heart of his empire. But you couldn’t shake the worry that gnawed at you every time he walked out the door. Dangerous, illegal missions were a regular part of his life, and while you knew he could handle himself, the thought of him in harm’s way left you restless.

But you weren’t about to voice that concern—not when he took so much pleasure in riling you up with his teasing. Tonight, you had decided to give him a taste of his own medicine—payback, as you saw it. After all, his teasing and his ability to keep you on edge with his deep voice, knowing smirks, fleeting touches, and that intense gaze deserved a little retaliation. This time, you were going to make him work for it.

Fair was fair.

You stepped into the study, heels clicking against the floor, the sharp sound enough to draw his attention. His red eyes flickered up from his preparations, widening just slightly before narrowing with intrigue. You had dressed specifically to get a reaction—a short, black mesh dress that left little to the imagination, the sheer material teasing glimpses of lace underneath. The plunging neckline dipped scandalously low, while the cutouts along your waist accentuated every tempting curve.

Sylus let out a low, appreciative hum as he leaned back against the wall, taking his time raking his gaze over you.

“And where exactly do you think you’re going dressed like that, sweetie?” His smirk was lazy, but the sharp glint in his crimson stare was anything but.

You let your eyes linger on his figure for a moment, before casually offering, "Actually, I’m heading back to Linkon for a night out—clubbing with some friends." Your heels clicked softly against the floor as you took a few steps closer, and you could see his pupils dilate briefly, his reaction evident, though he masked it quickly with another smirk.

"Well, well," he drawled, his eyes still locked on your attire. "Funny, I’ve never gotten the pleasure of seeing you in such bold outfits before."

You shrugged nonchalantly, your lips curling into a playful smile. "I dress for the occasion."

A small chuckle escaped him, the sound rich and dark. "Interesting, these 'occasions' never seem to happen when I'm around." His eyes trailed over you once more, the intensity of his gaze making your pulse quicken.

He walked slowly, closing the distance between you in a few slow, measured strides. When he reached you, his fingers brushed against the exposed skin of your thigh, the touch featherlight, deliberate.

“I suppose I should consider myself unfortunate, then,” he murmured, trailing his hand higher. “But I’ll be damned, sweetie, you do look ravishing.”

You hummed, feeling the heat of his touch ghosting over your skin. "Maybe ypu were just not paying enough attention before."

His laugh was low, dark, full of amusement. "Oh, kitten," he purred, his hands drifting lower, tracing the dip of your waist before pulling you just a little closer. "Trust me, I pay attention. Especially when it comes to you."

Your breath hitched as his palm splayed possessively over your hip, his fingers teasing the hem of your barely-there dress. “Not worried about all the attention I’ll get?” you teased, meeting his gaze.

He let out a soft chuckle, the sound almost like a growl. "Sweetie, I know you can handle yourself if things go wrong." he said, his hands suddenly roaming over your skin, slow and deliberate, almost as if he were marking his territory. His touch was magnetic, entrancing. His fingers traced your jawline, grazing over the curve of your neck, and you felt the weight of his presence pull you in, closer to him with each movement.

He smirked, as if he could sense the effect he was having on you. "Go ahead. Have fun tonight," he murmured, pulling out his black card from his wallet and offering it to you. "Just don't have too much fun without me." His breath ghosted over your lips, hot and tantalizing, and you could feel his eyes trailing lower

You saw it then—the flicker of something dark and hungry in his stare, a silent challenge laced with possession. It made you want to push just a little further.

“What if I do?”

The moment the words left your lips, you barely had time to react before Sylus’s hands were on you. A startled gasp escaped you as he lifted you effortlessly, locking your legs around his waist. The back of your dress rode up, and his fingers pressed into your thighs, holding you firmly in place as his mouth found yours. The kiss was deep, slow, devastating. He wasn’t just kissing you—he was claiming you, drawing you in until the thought of leaving, of doing anything other than this, felt ridiculous. “Then I guess I’ll have to make sure you’re more entertained...” he murmured against your ear, his voice dripping with possessiveness, as if you were already his in every sense.

Without another word, he carried you through the mansion, his lips never leaving yours as his pace quickened. He didn’t even give you a chance to respond, his hold on you firm, commanding, as though the very idea of you going out tonight was laughable. His smirk never faltered, his confidence radiating in waves.

“You think I’d let that happen?” he said in a husky whisper against your lips, his voice thick with amusement. As he kicked open the door to his bedroom, he laid you down on the bed with a grin that sent a shiver down your spine. “Guess neither of us is going anywhere tonight…”

You tried to speak between stolen breaths, to tell him it was a prank, but he only smirked against your mouth, cutting you off with another slow, intoxicating kiss.His weight pressed you down onto the bed, his hands sliding over every inch of exposed skin. “It’s a good thing you weren’t actually going out,” he mused, voice dripping with amusement. “Because I plan to keep you here… All. Night. Long.”

A thrill ran through you as you realized just how easily he'd flipped the situation in his favor. And you weren't sure if you could—if you wanted to—fight it.

XAVIER

You had been scheming for a while, setting the perfect trap to prank Xavier, and today was the day you were finally going to execute your plan. You’d texted him earlier, asking him to swing by your apartment to pick up the meals you had prepared for him. You knew full well Xavier could barely cook an egg without burning it, so he was always appreciative when you made him something special. You always made quite a batch of food whenever he came over to pick it up so he could store them in his freezer.

He had a spare key to your apartment in case of emergencies, but today, you were going to make sure he’d get more than just food when he came over. He’d always been so calm and collected in most situations that it was infuriating at times. You had tried to get a reaction out of him before but had always failed. But today, it would be different. Today, you knew you would get him to falter. You’d been thinking of a little prank to get a rise out of him—and you knew exactly what would get under his skin.

When you heard the door click open, you made sure to pick up your purse slowly, letting Xavier get a good look at the outfit you’d chosen: A tight, revealing midnight blue dress that clung to your curves like a second skin, the plunging neckline barely covering what was necessary and the high slit on the side showing just enough leg to drive anyone wild. The fabric was soft, almost like a second layer of skin, and you knew it would make his blood run hot.

Xavier’s footfalls slowed, and the air seemed to thicken with tension as he entered the room, his eyes immediately darkening the moment they landed on you. His usually calm expression shifted, but only slightly, and his voice, low and even, carried an edge. “You have plans?” His tone was casual, but you could tell it didn’t match the storm brewing in his gaze.

“Oh, yeah, I’m heading out with some colleagues,” you answered nonchalantly, knowing full well that would get him riled up. In your mind, this was all part of the prank. You were expecting a laugh, a joke, maybe even a playful remark.

His eyes narrowed, the calm veneer slipping away. “Wrong answer.”

You tilted your head slightly, looking at him with feigned confusion. “Huh?”

“I said, wrong answer. You are not going out to meet them… in that?” He spoke slowly.

“Why not? What’s wrong with the dress? I think it makes me look nice.” You looked at your dress pretending that you didn’t know what was wrong with it. “Plus, I already made plans with them…”

He didn’t hesitate, slamming the door behind him with a soft thud. His hand rested on the doorframe as he leaned in, towering over you. “Your plan,” he said, voice gruff with unspoken demand, “is with me. Right here. And only I should be the one seeing you in that dress. And outside of it.” he added, his voice dark with possessiveness.

Your heart raced, though you maintained an innocent air. “Xavier, come on... I’m just going out for fun. It’s not a big deal.” You tried to laugh it off, but your breath caught as his hands trailed over your skin, tracing your body with an intention that left no room for interpretation.

 You didn’t have a chance to react before he was right in front of you, his frame crowding you against the door, his hands gripping your hips as he lifted you slightly.

He didn’t respond to your attempt at casualness. Instead, his gaze was fierce, intense, and utterly unyielding. The meals you had prepared was forgotten. The only thing on his mind was you—and the dress you wore, too.

“Why do they get to see you like this when it’s meant for me?” His voice dropped, each word heavier than the last.

Your breath hitched at the intensity in his voice. The heat between you was immediate, pressing, suffocating. Xavier reached up, his fingers gently grazing your neck, then sliding down to your waist, his touch possessive and slow.

You tried to laugh it off again, your playful nature not quite prepared for how serious he had gotten. “It’s just a prank,” you said, offering an innocent smile, hoping to break the tension. “I am not going anywhere…” You giggled, but it came out a little nervous. “I swear… It’s just a prank, Xavier.”

He blinked once,  the twice, confusion flickering in his eyes. His boyish, innocent looked returned, stunned at your words. He seemed to process it for a moment. Then, the intensity of his gaze returned, fiercer than before. He took a step forward, closing the non existent distance between you, and his lips were suddenly on yours—hard, commanding. His lips crushed against yours, his tongue immediately claiming dominance as he growled low in his throat.

Before you could even process what was happening, you were on the couch, his body pressing you into the cushions. His hands roamed, touching you everywhere. as he leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“Prank or not,” he said, his voice hushed but full of intensity, “you’ve got me thinking about you in that dress with them—with anyone else.” His hands moved lower, sliding over the fabric of your dress. “You thought teasing me would be funny, huh? Let’s see how funny it is now.” His tone was equal parts teasing and threatening, a dangerous mix that made your heart race.

You gasped as his hands found your thighs, pulling you against him, his body already pressing into yours. There was no more pretending, no more games. Xavier’s need was undeniable, and you couldn’t escape the heat between you.

His lips met yours again, deeper, more frantic this time, as if making sure you understood just how serious he was about what was happening between you. You didn’t stand a chance against him.

And when the night ended, teasing Xavier definitely wouldn’t be on your list of things to do again... or maybe it would be.

ZAYNE

The dress was daring—too daring, perhaps. The fabric clung to your body, smooth and sultry, dipping dangerously low in the front and riding scandalously high on your thighs. The sheer lace along the sides barely covered enough, teasingly revealing glimpses of skin beneath. It was the kind of dress that would have heads turning, and you knew it.

That was the point.

You had planned this all too perfectly. A new pastry café had just opened downtown, and you’d invited Zayne out for a date. You had been expecting a reaction when he arrived—maybe a subtle quirk of his brow, a small shift in his usual stoic demeanor. Something.

Instead, when you opened the door and greeted him with an innocent smile, his gaze flickered over you, and for a moment, there was nothing but silence.

Then, the door clicked shut behind him.

His expression remained unreadable, but his movements weren’t. The way he took his time removing his gloves, slipping them off with methodical ease before placing them neatly on the nearby counter. The way his fingers traced the hem of his coat, unbuttoning it in a slow, deliberate motion.

“Interesting choice,” he finally said, his voice calm—too calm—as his gaze finally lifted back to meet yours.

You grinned, shifting your weight just slightly to make the dress slide a little higher along your thigh. “Do you like it?”

He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he took a step forward, and you felt the weight of his presence settle over you. His fingers brushed your arm, barely there, before trailing down your wrist. The lightest touch. A doctor’s touch—controlled, precise. But beneath it was something else.

Something simmering.

“Tell me.” His voice was still even, his tone almost thoughtful as he lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your fingertips. “How far were you planning to go with this little game of yours?”

Your heart stuttered. He knows.

You feigned innocence, tilting your head as if confused. “Game? I was just dressing up for our date.”

“Is that so?” His lips curved, the barest hint of amusement slipping through. “Then I suppose you wouldn’t mind if we went outside right now.”

Your stomach flipped. He wouldn’t.

Would he?

Before you could respond, his other hand moved—so subtle, so swift—and in one seamless motion, he pulled you closer, his fingers splaying over your lower back. Your breath hitched as your bodies pressed together, the warmth of him seeping through the thin material of your dress.

His lips were close now, brushing against your ear. “You forgot,” he murmured, “I know you.”

Your skin burned.

You swallowed, trying to keep your composure. “Okay, fine. It was a prank.”

Zayne chuckled softly. The sound was low, velvety, but it sent a shiver down your spine. “I knew that before coming over.”

His fingers traced slow, idle circles against the small of your back, and suddenly, you were all too aware of how little there was between you. How easy it would be for him to simply pull—just a little—and the dress would slide right off your shoulders.

You blinked. “Wait, you—?”

“Of course I knew.” He leaned in, his breath brushing against your jaw. “You think I don’t know when you’re trying to get a rise out of me?” The heat in his voice made your knees weak.

Your heart pounded against your ribs as his fingers traced a slow path up your spine, dragging along the zipper of your dress.

“I knew the moment you picked up my call earlier and sounded too innocent. The way you sent me a picture of the food but conveniently cropped yourself out.” His fingers pressed, teasing, against the small of your back. “And now? Now you’re here, looking like this and expecting me to just let you waltz out into a crowded café?”

You barely managed a breath before he tilted your chin up with two fingers, his expression unreadable save for the faintest glint of something more. “Cute.” His lips brushed against yours, feather-light. “But you knew better.”

You shivered at the subtle challenge in his voice, the sheer restraint beneath it. “Zayne, we have a reservation—”

“Mm.” He kissed the corner of your mouth, slow and deliberate. “We’ll reschedule.”

“I—”

Whatever you were about to say was swallowed by his kiss. It wasn’t rushed or frantic—it was deliberate. A slow, consuming thing that left no room for escape. His hands were firm but unhurried as he guided you back, step by step, until your back met the nearest surface—the couch, the wall, you didn’t even know anymore.

Zayne finally pulled away, but only just. His breath fanned across your lips, his fingers still resting against your waist. He looked at you then, truly looked at you, his eyes dark with something unspoken.

“You wanted my attention.” His voice was a whisper now, a dangerous kind of quiet. “You have it.” Your protests faded the moment his hands slid lower, gripping your thighs just enough to make your breath hitch. His lips trailed downward, past your jaw, tracing a searing path along your neck before murmuring, “Tell me, was the prank worth it?”

And as his hands began to move, taking their time, exploring, savoring—one thing became very, very clear.

Prank or not, you wouldn’t be leaving for that café tonight.

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They literally just had a conversation about ice cube trays and whether or not they were clean (they decided they were not i think?) and did NOT ask me anything. Do i not exist to you people

[sluturu]

GAG ON IT .ᐟ — N. KENTO ୨‧₊˚✩

about. the only thing you want more than anything in the world is to get your boyfriend off but… you don't know how. luckily, nanami kento is a great teacher.

pairing. nanami kento x f!reader (non-sorcerer au)

wc. 2.6k

cw. dom!nanami, sub!virgin reader, (messy) oral (m. receiving), humiliation kink (if you squint), reader has a heavy praise kink, f!masturbation, pet names, face f!cking + deepthroating, head-pusher nanamin <3, slight angst (again, if you squint), reader is kinda insecure about lack of experience, lots of praise and validation ♡

kit’s note. hi, i'm (sorta) new here so pls forgive my writing and any mistakes... i haven't written in, like, 84 years and this really wasn’t supposed to be as long as it is. nonetheless, i hope u enjoy my very first jjk fic — kit ୨ৎ

nanami kento was one sexually experienced man. 

you knew this. from the very first glance, it was undeniable. something in the way he carried himself, the gravity of his presence, told you—no, assured you—that he would unravel you, reshape you, and leave his mark in ways you couldn’t yet comprehend.

and, of course, you were correct.

you, however, were his perfect contradiction, a stark contrast that bled into everything you had built together, evident in every moment, every choice, every collision of your worlds.

nanami was your first boyfriend, and while school had offered its version of ‘sex education’ and the internet had no shortage of explicit material, none of it had ever translated into real experience—well, until him.

you’ve been turned on before, no doubt about it. you’ve given yourself a few weak orgasms with an amazon vibrator, sure. but the carnal desire you got when nanami was around was a feeling you’d never experienced before. how could a man be so hot and sweet and turn you on without even trying? he was perfect. beyond perfect. 

and he was respectful. always so respectful. he wanted your first time to be everything you’ve ever dreamed of because he knows that’s what everyone deserves– it’s what you, above all, deserve. that’s why he decided to take it slow regardless of his personal desires. 

it started with soft pecks. the teeny tiny ones that had you aching for more. those slowly led to real kisses, his tongue seeking solace in your mouth, roaming and exploring the new territory. then came the make out sessions, him leaving love bites on your neck while you rocked yourself against him subconsciously. which finally verged on him eating you out with his thick, long fingers fucking in and out of your cunt. 

he was amazing– so mind-boggling that you couldn’t make sense of it. while you knew that he knew what he was doing, it had you appalled. he could make you cum one, two, three times in one sitting and you’ve never even heard of anything like this in your friends’ sex lives. 

there was one miniscule problem with nanami, though. when you would ask if he needed help with the big… issue in his pants, he’d brush you off with a “don’t worry about me, sweetheart,” like the gentleman he is.

the more and more he refused your helping hand, the worse you felt. why should you be the only one that gets to feel good? especially when it’s at the hand of someone as compassionate and caring as nanami. 

the insecurities had been festering within you for a while now. all you wanted was for him to feel good. you wanted him to have the same toe-curling experiences that he gives you. you wanted him to cum for you, because of you.

you’d hoped that one day, he might ask you for help to get him off, yet that day never came. 

it’s why you decided to take matters into your own hands, asking him to come over to your apartment and dropping to your knees the second he entered your home. you gave him the biggest doe eyes and pout you could muster. 

he was stunned, mouth ajar and eyes widened. you’re not usually so bold with him, which was fine. admittedly, he always thought your aversion to talking about sexual things was kinda cute. 

still awestruck after a minute, he breathily asks, “sweetheart, wh-what are you…” 

“well, ken, i’ve been thinking about you and me a lot lately and i realized… you’re always so giving… ‘n you’re always taking such good care of me.” you shyly trail off him as your hands itched to touch him… to take his cock into your hands– into your mouth. “i wanna take care of you now, if you’d let me?”

“you don’t have to do that, my love. i do those things because i want to, not because i have to. you should know that.” he says, airly. a voice that you’ve only ever heard a handful of times. one that makes your cunt pulse. 

“i know. i jus’ want you to use my mouth, ken. you’re… you’re always making me feel good,” you beg with your eyes. “wanna make you feel good, too.”

“oh, baby,” he smiles softly at you, hand cupping your cheek while his finger brushes over the pout on your lips. “but you always make me feel good.” 

you slightly open your mouth allowing his thumb to enter. your lips wrap around his finger, eyes fluttering close and a broken, needy moan sounding in your throat. you suck the way you’d actually suck him off, hand coming to wrap around his wrist while your tongue swirls around him.

nanami holds back his moan at the sight of you crazed and depraved. he’s seen you needy before but never to this degree. never so eager to please.

“fuck,” he muttered to himself, slipping his thumb out of your mouth and smearing your saliva over your lips. he pulls your bottom lip down, “you want it that bad, princess?”

 you nodded, “please— so bad, kento.” 

and he could never say no to you. especially not when you’re giving him teary eyes and that voice. 

so he nods, unbuttoning his pants and pulling the zipper down. the sound alone excites you, yet you can’t help but feel the apprehension of being face to face with his cock. 

nothing could’ve prepared you for the sight before you. while you’d felt him through his pants during your messy makeout sessions, his intimidating size exceeded your expectations by a mile. you accepted the challenge, nonetheless. 

and now, here you were struggling to take his cock down your throat. and while he’d been praising you like crazy, you knew good and well he wasn’t getting off anytime soon. it’s when he suggested eating you out instead, you knew that your attempts were futile.

“you wanna try again, baby?” nanami coos softly as he strokes the top of your head. “we can stop if you wanna… i can eat that pretty pussy instead, i don’t mind at all.” the suggestion makes your heat throb but you shake your head incessantly. you can do this.

you look up at him through your wet lashes and he twitches in your dainty hand. “i wanna make you cum for once.” the words tumble out of your swollen lips in a mutter. 

he frowns, hands coming back to your cheeks, only this time, the pads of his thumbs meet the wet, heated skin, brushing away the remainder of your tears.

you might be too good for him. you don’t even know how many times the thought of you alone has gotten nanami off. you don’t know how many cold showers he’s had to take, how much self-control it takes to be around you.

he sighs, squishing your face and forces you to look up at him. “alright, sweetheart, open wide for me, yeah? i’ll guide you.” his hands force you to nod. your heart skips a beat and the kaleidoscope of butterflies swarm wildly in your stomach. 

you oblige almost immediately, parting your lips, ready to (try and) take him again. 

“‘kay, we’re gonna go slow. remember to breathe through your nose– and no teeth.” he instructs and you’re nodding, wrapping your pretty lips around his gorgeous length. “i’ll let you lead, you can move your head down a little more when you’re ready, yeah?”

nanami sharply exhales when he feels the warmth of your mouth. heat spreads through his toned body like a wildfire– you drive him crazy. 

even more crazy when you suddenly remember what you’ve seen in the pornos your friends forced you to watch. you look up at him through your lashes, letting your tongue swipe against the slit of his cock. “fuck, that’s it, sweet girl. use that tongue.”

you don’t know why, but the whispered curse that slips from his plump lips– lips that are raw from the way he can’t stop gnawing at them– has you arching into him. your cunt is begging for friction, so much so that it has you weeping. your eyes and your pussy. 

his praise spurs you on and you push your head down some more. it makes you gag, yes, but you remember what he said, breathing heavily through your nose. you’re already crying and looking back up to see his face contorted in pleasure has you taking him deeper and deeper. you need more of these reactions– you don’t think you’ve ever wanted anything more, but that could be the need to please clouding your judgment. 

nanami can’t resist the urge to fuck your cute little face when you look at him like that. the tears… the big, wide eyes trying to keep contact with his eyes… the way you look like a complete, utter mess all for him. 

he moves his hands to dig into your hair before pushing you some more. the tip of his cock gets lodged in your tight throat and he loses it when he feels you attempting to swallow around him.

he throws his head back and lets out an echoing moan. “you’re suuuch a good girl. take my cock so well, pretty. ‘m so p-proud of you.” he praises. “so good f’me, aren’t you?” 

you choke, letting the tears fall without an ounce of shame, but you nod with your mouth full of cock. you could care less about the way he’s actively bruising your throat, you’re making him feel good… and that makes you feel good. so good that you’re subtly fucking the air in hopes your boyfriend doesn’t notice.

“yeaaah, you are…” he hums, looking back down at you, taking him like the good girl you are. of course he notices you, he has a keen eye for these things. “aw, look at you. so needy… ‘s sucking me off getting you hot ‘n bothered?”

you whine in agreement, vibrating him to his core. you choke at the words, spluttering all over his cock creating bubbles of saliva at the base. his hands tug on your hair, pulling you off and it leaves you heaving, soft sobs ripping from your throat. 

“tell me, sweetheart. i wanna make sure my girl is always satisfied.” he demands in a somewhat authoritative tone.

“k-ken, don’t care ‘bout that– i-i wan’ you to cum,” you practically beg to have him back in your mouth, but his hands in your hair hold you still. 

he shakes his head, “uh-uh, none of that. go ahead and play with yourself for me, just like i taught you. you remember that, don’t you, my love?” 

he makes your head nod again, his cock throbbing at the sight of your drool covering the entirety of your chin. 

you let out a shaky breath as your hand moves from his muscular thigh to the waistband of your shorts. as you slip inside, your fingers find your desperate clit, rubbing it in circles the way he taught you. “k-ken, pl-please,” you moan.

he shudders, stomach flipping and cock twitching eagerly like he’s some teenager who’s never been touched. “please what, pretty girl?” he asks, his attempts to mask his neediness were vain and it was starting to show. 

“please, fuck my face, kento. ple–” your words are muffled by nanami shoving his cock back into your mouth. 

he lets his composure fly out the window, the guttural groan he’s been keeping down comes out loud– loud enough to make your eyes widen. “g-god, sweetheart– you’re… you’re gonna drive me–” he pushes your head down, squeezing his eyes shut as you swallow around him again. “insane. fuck, you’re so good, so good for me– fuck, baby, you’re making me feel so good.” 

nanami knows he’ll probably regret rambling like this later, but, unbeknownst to him, it has you rubbing your clit like your life depends on it. messy circles over the unduly sensitive bud while he thrusts into your mouth with just as much vigor. 

you gag and gag and the only thing it does is make nanami whine. he will definitely hate himself later for losing his self control, but right now? he’s madly in love with you and he’s showing it by giving you exactly what you want. pounding his cock into your mouth, using your face just like you asked. 

your eyes roll and brows furrow in ecstasy, the now-familiar knot in your tummy forms with zeal. 

“sweetheart– ugh, forgive me.” he moans, voice cracking handsomely. “fuck, baby. ‘m gonna cum– y-you’re making it so hard to hold back.” 

why would you want him to? that’s the exact opposite of what you want. you try to relay that by snaking your free hand to the back of his thigh and pulling him towards you. 

he hears your actions loud and clear and, before you know it, you feel the ribbons of seed painting your throat as his cock twitches uncontrollably. 

the groans that leave his mouth are sinful. you’ve never heard him sound like this in the entirety of your time together— so unhinged and feral. you find that what’s coming out of his mouth might be your favorite sound ever and it’s definitely become your favorite side of him. the side of nanami where he’s the complete opposite of his otherworldly, chivalrous self. the gentleman you’ve grown to know and love is a hungry, filthy, masked freak and you fear that you’ve just released a beast upon you. not that you mind in the slightest. the thought only excites you further.

“god, you’re such a good fucking girl,” he says through gritted teeth. “so pretty and perfect, all for me. my good girl.” 

your fingers work faster at the praise and your muffled whimpers grow louder. all the while, your mouth overflows with his heavy load and you feel it beginning to leak from the corners of your lips. 

once nanami notices, he pulls himself out of your mouth and you cough, choking over the exorbitant amounts of cum in attempts to swallow all of it. 

“k-ken,” you heave, your voice hoarse. your fingers are still rubbing at your clit, uncoordinated, yet it’s getting the job done. “did i do okay?” 

nanami’s still coming down from his mind blowing orgasm, chest huffing and puffing, but when he hears you seeking validation, he’s on his knees before you in an instant. 

his hand slips in your panties and finds yours, your nimble fingers toying with your bud. 

“so well. now c’mere,” he mutters. his fingers guide yours— he’s simply moving yours for you— and his other hand comes to cup your cheek. hungry for a taste, he slams his lips against yours, tongue invading your mouth despite the fact that he just came in it. 

his fingers move yours faster and faster and you don’t even realize he’s pushing yours aside to take over. 

you’re so weak when it comes to him. with him tonguing your mouth and his fingers working you, it’s no wonder you're coming undone in less than a minute.

you moan a mantra of his name into his, your body going taut as the knot in your tummy unravels. 

he lets you ride it out, playing with your cunt till your shaky hands wrap around his wrist and you pull his hand away. 

he moves his lips to your cheek, trailing wet pecks all the way to your ear. he whispers in your ear, tugging on the lobe with his teeth.

“i might be addicted to your pretty little mouth, sweetheart.”

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