#I wish you all as easy a time as you can have in the coming months

[goldkirk]

and if you weren’t as lucky as I was to learn from Great Depression grandparents:

• everything you can wash, save, and reuse or alter/repurpose, start learning to do it. you can always toss it later if you look it up and CAN’T find a use for it that makes it worth keeping for you. But give yourself the chance.

• learn to mend and do basic hand sewing.

• learn cheap recipes based around rice, beans, potatoes, etc. (casseroles can help with this, and use lots of cheaper frozen or canned food too)

• ten extra seconds every time you use something to refold it really well (or wipe it off, or repack it, or whatever) will extend its life so much. spend the little bits of time and the small routine maintenance tasks so you don’t have to replace things or repair them nearly as soon

• coupon. use sale ads. check every membership and group you have for discounts and deals.

• build a deep pantry. you want enough to feed yourself food you’ll actually eat for two weeks. If you want and you can, you can expand it to three months.

• learn how to dehydrate or can or freeze dry if you can

• learn your local plants and what you can forage

• build strong communities with people you can mutually trade supplies and skills with (ironing, home repair, mending, weaving, carpentry, painting, landscaping, gardening, etc.) and people who you are lightened and warmed by and can socialize with and emotionally support each other with

• swap things. Find local buy-nothing groups and local freecycle people

• USE THE LIBRARY. FIND OUT ALL THE THINGS IT CAN DO AND PROVIDE FOR YOU

• there’s no shame in using a food pantry. Use one if you need it. no one there is judging you. many more people have used one at least once in their life than you’d ever guess, I promise.

• inventory what you already have. For real. Fully. Your supplies for food, your cooking appliances, your toolbox, your entertainment games, your books, your clothing. Know what you have, figure out what you need to fill in still, and figure out if you have any extra you can give away, swap, or sell to those who need it

• humans are always humans. humans have always been humans. in disaster, humans tend towards kindness and community. NOT panic and distrust. accept that fact and live and plan accordingly

• shelf stable is your friend

• Learn To Ask For Help

[thefrontmanscockwarmer]

Obsession (Part 2)

Player 001 x reader

Masterlist <- Comment on this post to be added to the tag list

Part 1

Tw: stalker!In Ho

Note: (c/n) stand for cat name

5 years had gone by and all In Ho had to go off of were bank statements and transactions to know where you were and if you were still alive. He knew where you lived, your favorite places to eat, to watch movies, and where your favorite shop was. He also knows you have new kitten, but not his name, probably something like (c/n).

No new lover. Nothing since you left. You picked up a job as a (whatever you wanna be), and were living. He knew in his mind the reason you couldn’t move on was because of him and he knew it.

He snuck around and watched you through plain view. Sometimes he sent people to watch you and report back to him. Other times, he’d travel to where you were and stalk you, follow you to the market, ducking you between isles, or on the train, watching you through a crowd of people.

He would stand in front of the cottage you bought on the edge of town, how easy it’d be to take you. You had a bad habit of leaving your windows open. Leaving your life open for all to see. He’s watched you masturbate more times than he can count. He has videos of you throwing your head back as you cum. Your moans quietly seeping through the window. He would jerk off at the same time, cumming in the darkness as he watched you, leaving his cum on the flowers that you planted along the walls of your house.

He hated to admit to himself but he was jerking off to you almost every right, smelling your jacket like a sick man. I am sick he admitted.

So many days and nights he was grabbing onto his bed sheets, pressed up against his shower wall or even in his chair by the big screen, he was cumming for you, with you in mind, he missed you. But he missed your pussy more. Today, he was determined to get it. He approached you as you drank a coffee, typing on your laptop.

“Hello ma’am” he bowed “would you like to hear about your lord and savior Jesus Christ?”

“No, not right n-“ you stopped. “What’re you doing here, In Ho? It’s been 5 years, do you think what I said changed?” You say coldly.

“I know it hasn’t.” He sat before you can continue speaking. “I miss you (y/n). I mean, really fucking miss you. It’s been a lonely 5 years, I miss your smell, your touch, your hair. I miss the way you talk and your smile. I just miss you”

“You know, for a very intelligent man, you’re acting and sounding really fucking stupid.” You scoff rolling your eyes at him. “I mean, you miss me. So what? I miss Young il, but I’m never getting him back, am I?”

“But I’m right here?”

“No… you aren’t young il… I don’t know you”

“And what, you think I lied?!” You nodded. “About what? Huh? What would I possibly lie to you about?”

“Everything, that whole relationship we developed, that sex we had, that love.” You say. “As far as I’m concerned, Young il was an angel and you don’t even exist.”

“But my wallet does?”

“Honestly, you can have your card back.” You shake your head. “I don’t need dirty money”

“It’s clean. It comes from the stocks i invest in. Really (y/n), do you honestly think I’d give you game money?” He looks at you intensely. He wanted to tell you how attracted to you he still was. How his cock still aches for you. How he just wishes to fuck you. It was sitting across from you that he realized he was going to fuck you… whether you liked it or not.

“What do you want?” You sighed finally.

“One date with you. Please.” He stated. He knew deep in his heart that you still wanted him, you yearned for him. He needed you.

“No” you say and stand up.

“Look, one date, to show you who I really am as a person.” He argued. “Who I am outside of those damned games that ruined us. If after that you still decide you hate me, that’ll be all. You can live your life and I can live mine knowing at least I tried to make it better” he pleaded. His eyes pulling at your heart strings as they once did. You saw Young il for a brief moment, before seeing In Ho. You saw the man that was so sweet and gentle.

“Fine. One.” you conceded. You traded numbers and you left. Not knowing that In Ho could now tap your phone, could ruin your whole life. But truly the only thing he wanted to ruin was you.

You made it to your little cottage. It stood on the edge of the city with a small village of cottage farmers surrounding it. Fluffy baby cows and little lambs screamed at you from your neighbors house. Horses neighbors and goats cried. Your life was perfect, this place was perfect. Young il would have loved it… In Ho obviously prefers different style of life. Black and gold, power, money.

“Hi (c/n)” you say as he purred at you. He looped around you as you walked further into your house. You placed your items on your kitchen table. It was already 6. You cooked some dinner and watched an American drama you found on Netflix. Laughing along with the characters.

In Ho made it to his own home. The black and gold now insulted his eyes, it had ever since he saw the disgust on your face while you spoke angry and heartbroken. He sat at his computer, plugging in his phone. He stayed up for hours, deep into the night, hacking into your phone.

“Photos” he said aloud as he clicked it. He found a treasure trove of pictures. You with some friends, with family, birthdays, dinners, then he found your private photos.

“Let’s see (y/n), what do you do all alone” he whispered opening it. Pictures and videos of yourself floated into view, things other men should never see. Disgusting men like him should never see. He quickly searched through your sent and deleted messages, as far back as he could go, they’d never been sent. He returned back to the photos and stared at each on individually, videos playing, hardening his cock.

In Ho began to touch himself as he watched, his hand moving in sync with yours on the screen. He felt like he was participating in your intimate moment, like an invisible partner who you couldn't see or feel but was there nonetheless. He couldn’t help but freely moan into the emptiness of his room.

As the video played on, In Ho's movements became faster and more urgent. He could feel himself getting closer to climax, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt like a teenager again, watching porn, anxious that his parents may walk in. The thought that these were moments meant for no one else's eyes but yours made it even more exhilarating for him.

“I’m gonna cum” you said on camera. To him. “Oh my god, I’m gonna fucking cum” In Ho was getting sent into overdrive heavy sighs coursing through his lungs. “Oh god, Young il, I’m gonna cum on your fingers” he lost it. You were pleasuring to the thought of him, maybe his over persona, but still him nonetheless.

With one final stroke from you on screen and a simultaneous motion from In Ho's own hand came the peak of pleasure for him followed closely by release. His orgasm washed over him so strongly it left him gasping loudly within seconds all over both his keyboard and along edges near the monitor until reaching very tip top edge finally. He was panting, falling backwards, sinking deep into his chair. Cum heavily covered his desk space, now stained forevermore, a mess entirely due to a solely singular sickening act alone performed freely without fear. Through his sinful act.

If you knew would you forgive him?

[natalchartnurtures]

PAC: Channeled Messages From The Person On Your Mind *Singles Edition*

Let's feed our delusions. (jk)

Pile 1: "You make me feel so good, like I'm on cloud nine. You make everything so, sooo worth it. I feel like a winner with you around... and the thing is.. you have no clue lol. I wanna win you over and show you off. You've no idea how you make me feel... you being your hot-ass self sitting there, looking so cute. I keep so much of my feelings to myself, but all I wanna do is overcome this impossible (and seemingly invisible) barrier between us! Ahhhhhh, it drives me nuts on some days, ugh!

You feel like a blessing to me. I didn't know somebody like you could exist?! Ahhhhh. I've been alone all my life, but you make me wanna not be alone anymore... it's not something I expected to feel, I have to be honest lol.

I'm not ready to come toward you right now, though. Trust me, I KNOW I must do something, but my anxiety holds me back... my limiting beliefs hold me, and I have no clue how to overcome them. I wish I could figure it out so I could BE WITH YOU ALREADY!

I'm being patient, though... with myself and with the situation between us. I keep my cards close, so you probably wouldn't even know any of this... sheesh, I don't wanna look like a fool in front of you. I'm scared you'd think less of me—it would KILL me if you did—so I keep you at arm's length.

Your presence TRIGGERS some very intense feelings inside me. I feel so exposed and vulnerable with you around, so overwhelmed, and it's not easy, you know? My heart's been broken before, and I'm afraid of getting it broken again. That's definitely a part of the fear you make me feel. I've had to be on the defense with people, especially from my past... relationships have not been easy, and so I guess I gotta work on that.

Go listen to Taylor Swift's 'Lover' anytime you miss me... that's a song I dedicate to you, sweetie, until I see you next time."

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Pile 2: "GIRL, I have been going THROUGH IT, sheesh... I've been holding on for dear life 'cause lately, it feels like everything is out to get me, uk? One thing goes straight to hell after another, and I've just been so caught up with everything. You know what's been keeping me going, though? You. I've been dreaming about you most nights... I think about you when I can, to help me get through what I need to get through. The thought of you gives me strength, girlie. Every time you cross my mind, I get so weak in the knees! I look forward to every time I get to see you... (even if we live in the same house lmao!)

I feel you all around me all the time—it's lovely. I love how you make me feel... you take away my troubles, even if just for a sec. For that, I am immensely grateful!

You're not in my life right now, though... but I'm PRAYING and WISHING and HOPING that I might have a shot with you. The hope of a possibility of being with you is what makes the hard days sooo much easier. I seriously want a solid relationship with you more than anything else! (If we aren't in one already 👀)

Right now, I'm getting my shit together, and I hope you'll be waiting for me on the other side, just like in my dreams. You give me hope in a hopeless world again. You're such a light to me... you don't even know it.

I'm always watching you, though... even when you don't know—ESPECIALLY when you don't notice! Haha, it's my favorite thing in the world. I think you've got the prettiest voice in the world. Gosh, I just wanna be with you, but BOY, I've got my hands tied up right now. I'm letting go and letting God decide when it's time for us to come together. You make me wanna have faith in something greater than us.

But I assure you, I'm coming for ya once I'm done figuring everything in my life. Oh, and I love you. ✨"

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Pile 3: "You make me so horny. I can't even sit right when I'm around you. WHY DO YOU HAVE THIS EFFECT ON ME?! (Not that I'm complaining tbh, I love it haha). But seriously, how can someone be so goddamn hot?! How?! Jeez, I LOVE your body! I get so many 18+ thoughts—it's insane. I apologize for being so direct, but it's just what you do to me, sorry not sorry :p

You make me wanna run toward you EVERY TIME I see you! All I wanna do is be all up on you, loving you, kissing you, and hugging you. Man, it's hard to be around you and not be close to you, especially when there's other people around. I LOVE TALKING TO YOU, and I don't ever wanna stop talking to you, ugh.

You make my heart explode! I've never had feelings this deep for anybody in my life (I WISH I was kidding, jeez). You make me wanna act mature and romantic n stuff... 🙃 (Usually, I'm not like this, btw).

I wanna be where you're at, vibrationally speaking, but I've got some things I gotta take care of. I've got some old cycles I've been on—my old bs. I'm working hard on it and releasing it as we speak, and this is helping me come toward you. Might take me a while, though, ngl 👀🙄. But I'll be there before you know it, princess!

I WANT our relationship to begin between the two of us SO BAD, but I can't see how that's gonna happen yet. It feels like it's not the right time yet? Idk... it's really frustrating, though. I'm trying not to do anything stupid to sabotage our new beginning, though. I'm just going with the flow of things and listening to my intuition about our situation. Don't worry!

I see you as my forever, my one and only. I can't explain it, but I just know. You're the one for me, and honestly, it's breaking my heart that I can't actively pursue you right now since it's supposed to be 'divinely guided' 🙄 Like, Universe, could you please hurry up and get me to MY baby, ugh.

You're so beautiful, you're my goddess, my other half. I can't wait to get to you and spoil you and have a PROPER relationship with you. I hate that we can't come together and confess to each other yet... it's maddening. I know we're destined to be, but the way things are going on the surface right now, it might seem as if we're not meant to be... hell, we might not even be talking to each other or you may not even know I exist right now! But as soon as the divine gives me the green light, I'll be coming running toward you to claim you all for myself." ✨

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[hom3landr]

Sated

18 +

Homelander x Reader

After an exhausting romp in bed, you decide to ask Homelander about his enthusiasm towards eating you out.

You flop your head back down on the damp pillow, body heaving and glistening with sweat. You can feel every labored breath viscerally and your whole body pulses like a drumbeat. Your hair is matted and stuck to your forehead. You look a mess. You feel a mess. And it takes a significant effort to muster up the effort to try to push away the man still licking at your twitching and overstimulated cunt.

“Why…” You’re embarrassed that it is more of a wheeze than an actual word. “Why do you like that so much?”

The head between your thighs lifts, chin literally dripping with you. A long time ago, you’d been on a trip to Yellowstone with your family and had encountered a grizzly in the field near the trail. It was fat and sleepy, a bloody carcass cradled between its paws as it lazily ate its fill. The ranger insisted that no one needed to panic despite the relative proximity to the bear. After all, us tourists posed no threat and with a full belly and no cubs to watch, we were safe to remain near this dreadful creature. 

Homelander reminds you of that bear but with slick instead of blood. A rather graphic comparison to make but all of your fantasies about Homelander end up tinged with gore eventually. You can pet the bear and play with the bear. Watch as the bear feasts and rages and roars. You keep him well fed and as long as you do so, you can remain on the trail unharmed.

He licks his lips with a smack and a smirk.

“Are you complaining?” He purrs as he crawls up your body. He kisses the protest from your mouth before you even realize that you’ve opened your mouth to make it. His tongue is insistent, intentionally filling your mouth with the taste of your own pleasure. You wrap your arms around him weakly and cradle him as he indulges. Eventually he separates to let you breathe and you attempt to justify your question.

“It’s just most guys I’ve…” You respond before you’re cut off by another forceful kiss. Homelander does not like when you bring up other men while in his bed, even if your opinions of them are less than complimentary. 

“I thought you’d given up on comparing me to other men a long time ago.” He teases gruffly as he presses hungry kisses against your pulse.

He’s being deliberately obtuse and you wish he’d just answer your question. You know you’d offend him deeply if he ever knew this, but you hadn’t expected him to be a great lover when you first fell into bed with him. You figured he’d feel nice enough but a quick selfish fuck was all you expected. Imagine your surprise at the way he relishes taking you apart. He is selfish in bed but only because he leaves you so fucked out after that any further plans you could have for the day are cancelled.

“Ok on a societal level, it’s not always seen as a manly thing to do. Women give blowjobs but men suffer eating pussy. That kind of thing.” You try to explain in a way that doesn’t remind him that he’s not the only one to have explored your body. You don’t want to sour his good mood. It’s a bit hypocritical on his part, considering he still brings up Maeve. You wonder if this is why she managed to endure him as long as she did.

Homelander hums and pulls away with a heated kiss to the bolt of your jaw. He looks at you quizzically.

“And…? I don’t see what that has to do with me eating you out. You like it. I like it. You don’t have to make it complicated” He responds. His brows are furrowed and he’s quickly losing patience with your questioning when he just wants to enjoy the afterglow.

You huff and prepare to drop it when he speaks again.

“I’ve never really thought about why. You taste delicious and I love the way I can feel you twitch under my tongue when you come. You’re so vulnerable, even more than regular sex. I like that. I like how easy it is to make you feel good. I like the way you act around me when you feel good. You get all soft.” He answers and your body pulses with a new wave of arousal at the way he describes giving you pleasure.

“I’m always soft around you.” You reach up and fluff his hair lightheartedly but his gaze remains piercing. His hand wraps loosely around your throat. He doesn’t squeeze but the weight of him reminds you what he’s capable of. But you’re too lazy to think too hard about it. You don’t think he’s going to try anything now. The bear has been fed.

“No, you’re not, even if you think you are. I can tell when you’re drawing away from me. You get scared.” He squeezes just tight enough to restrict your breath, eyes never leaving yours, before releasing and removing his hand from your neck. “You’re not scared now.” 

He lays down beside you and you tuck yourself tightly against his side. He sighs heavily and wraps an arm around your shoulders as he kisses your forehead. The two of you lay in a peaceful but contemplative silence. Despite his admission, the confession hasn’t seemed to raise any of his defenses. You run your fingers over his whorls of chest hair and he nuzzles against your temple. You do really try not to be scared. You know him well enough that no matter how he might bluster, unless you betray him in some way, you’re likely to remain unscathed. It’s not your fault that it doesn’t stop your lizard brain from kicking in whenever his eyes glow red or his words turn sharp and accusatory. 

“You get soft too.” You admit. “… I don’t mean to get scared of you. It just happens but you don’t have to worry about me. I promise.” 

Things go silent for a while but it’s comfortable. He hasn’t gone all tense the way he normally does when he’s convinced you’re lying to him somehow. You’re glad he trusts you. You wonder if the post-coital glow is dulling some of his paranoia.  One glance up at the mirrored ceiling and your blood fills with warmth with how natural it looks for the two of you to be slotted together like puzzle pieces. Naked on top of the covers, not an inch of skin is hidden from your gaze. 

“You don’t need to worry about me either. I’ll…try to be softer with you.” He replies, words taking an uncertain dip at the end.

You believe him. He’ll try to be soft just like you’ll try not to get scared. But you both know that as much as the two of you try. You can’t fight against nature.

You can only keep feeding the bear.

[kiddotarot]

What kind of love meant to find you in this life ?

Pile 1. Pile 2. Pile 3.

( we are all meant to find some kind of love in our life but love is not always not the same for everyone . Its always a way we learn something in our life and go for the ultimate self . Remember you are here to learn and grow so don't afraid to love someone and yourself)

PILE 1.

The love which is meant to find you is frivolity and cunning but not immature. It is something unexpected and feels like imposter To you in this life. Actually you know it from the deep down from your heart it makes you feel like a child but that familiarity is old. It may be an old love from past life or a connection which comes back in your life and be an endgame for you . But it has a level of maturity connected to your soul which has already passed childhood and become mature . you going to recognize it by your heart and soul but its still make you feel new adventurous something like you behave like a child when “you are comfortable with a person and they know you so take it easy the not going to judge you be fearless “. The practicality doesn't matter in this love. There is no leadership Role more like two innocent children totally in love and feeling like the high school sweetheart . It's going to be a total endgame for you. I see major transformation and starting a totally new life after leaving old once behind. But for now you need to focus on your current task and master it and you are not enjoying you work or job which is important to you to find or master your hobbies or life lessons which you need to learn and understand.

PILE 2.

The love which you are meant to find in this life can be a way to release your karmic or you are here to learn something in this lifetime through this love. Love can be a mystery for which makes you feel confused and there is not a good condition of feminine energy in this connection that may be less nurturing or trust. You are advised here to not become superstitious here and there is also a lack of planning or a figure which takes control of an unconventional type of love. But the tower reserved here tells me that you are going to learn freedom of body , emotionally and physically or in this life through this love with great cost. The devil in the last shows may be you understand that you are stuck in a love which is totally based on materialism or lust and now it's a sensational separation from understanding. i feel maybe you are in this relationship now or currently going through same situation it's a sign for you to understand that you need to leave things or relationship, connection behind who's don't have love or respect for you.

PILE 3.

The love which is meant for you in this lifetime comes after a hard time emotionally or mentally and you now are in great great grief and after that you meet the love of your life it's a new relationship or proposal for you a new Connection. And the type of love in which you are going to build your own world, you literally are going to manifest your new life with it may be marriage or a new beginning. The connection which means to find you or the love which is destined for you is going to develop a creativity inside you . Love is going to be a solid rock for you, you are going to become wise and very practical. Maybe you become more mature after it. This love connection is very inspiring. Maybe you pursue your studies or something which you want to do in your life and you start to turn your vision into reality. It's also something related to manifestation. You may try to manifest it now … go check you list. For now I see you are stuck because your wishes are not coming true or you are stuck somewhere in your life or having health problems currently because universe is testing you don't worry.

[quantumfeat72]

ok, on the subject of "what if siffrin really was an assassin." i feel like this siffrin wouldn't make the same wish as canon siffrin, for a few reasons:

while in canon, "i love my friends" is an easy-to-acknowledge fact about themself and "i sometimes wish time would just stop and we could live like this forever" is a selfish, shameful thing they try not to think about, in this au it's very much the other way around. (isn't it selfish, to think of someone you initially intended to kill, and the people who risked everything to support her, as your friends?)

also unlike canon siffrin, he doesn't even consider at this point that continuing to travel with his friends is a possibility (after all, they're going to find out tomorrow why he first approached the group. he'll be lucky if they're still speaking to him after that)

they don't have canon siffrin's thought that there's no need to add another "save vaugarde" wish to the pile, because a. this siffrin is already aware that wish craft is a thing, so it stands to reason that another wish could strengthen it, b. they know roughly how powerful the king is and that any edge they can get might make a difference, and c. the way they see it at this point, freezing vaugarde would save it

which is also why he doesn't wish for victory, or to stop the king. he's willing to acknowledge that part of him doesn't want that. he's convinced that the king is correct - the universe led him on this path, so it must be what the universe wants. so instead of going for a small, reasonable wish, he asks the universe to change course and listen to the vaugardians' wishes

but, i hear you ask, isn't this wish actually fulfilled by the king dying? where are the horrors?? and to that i say no, it comes back to the fact that siffrin is specifically thinking of what their friends want - for mirabelle and the others to get the futures they've been fighting for - under the assumption that it doesn't overlap much with what siffrin wants

and it's a bit more complicated, here, but his friends still want to keep him in their lives

[hai7ani]

mmmm no super great ideas for you but im craving for virgin!rindou and single mom reader… aaaaaauhagghg.

collection

慢一點，久一點，真一點。

Rindou initiates the talk first.

It happens on a game of WNRS in your living room, takeout boxes long forgotten on the coffee table. The TV is playing a movie you're sure neither of you are really watching, yet you still want to pretend that you are.

You've been giggling at him for the past hour. He's a pretty funny guy, you think. Doesn't have as big of an ego you thought guys like him would have.

He's a nerd who's always so observant and nice. He's nice to you, your son, the ladies living in your apartment complex who always needs help switching light bulbs because they're too old for that now. One time behind doors Yuzuha's said that she'd smash if he weren't such a loser all the time.

(You think he is, too.

But it's what that makes him so... fuckable.

You think it's bad that you keep having these thoughts, knowing that you're most probably leading him on.

You're not ready yet.

But your heart still thumps weirdly when he comes to visit with warm food and occasionally new toys that you can tell he's had a hard time picking for your boy 一 because he's somehow always one colour off, or one category away.

When he bought Hot Wheels, the kid's already moved on to playing Legos. And when he gifted an expensive Star Wars set that he saved up for, the little shit just has to be in his Mommy phase.)

He gets embarrassed easily and you can just tell he's a virgin with the way he treats porn magazines that Yuzuha has somehow gotten her hands on, stuffed behind cabinets so that Shou doesn't find them. Neither of you let her know that she's been exposed, but it's more fun this way.

He's just a guy. Genuine, very smart despite what he says. Not book smart, but he reads up on things a lot. A bit clumsy at times, but he's still responsive than most men.

He's easy to talk to. Easy to know.

Easy to一

"What's a compliment you wished you received more frequently? Oh, dang. I gotta think about this." He flips the card around, throwing his head back onto the couch.

And yet again一

"Do you wanna go first?"

What are guys like him?

"I wish more people told me I was pretty."

Your response came to you naturally. It poured like waterfall, thorny chain tightening around your heart, squeezing your flesh tight, and you busy yourself with a loose thread on your blanket.

Rindou only stares at you from the other end of the couch. Almost like a deadpan, but not really. His violets pierce through your soul, dissecting you up one by one. You don't make eye contact even when you can hear the silent screams for you to look at him.

"You're kidding."

"What? It's true."

"No. I mean, no one tells you that all the time?"

You crack a smile, glancing up to take just one quick look. He's still as handsome as ever, boyish features much more prominent under the yellow light illuminating the room.

Soft nose, pretty doe eyes. Cracked lips pink from the Malatang you love eating. Veiny hands 一 one thick, desirable finger twirling around the drawstring of his pants 一 that draws you in so close you can't help but go wild at the sight.

"What, you think I'm pretty?"

He doesn't cough like you'd expected him to. Doesn't get embarrassed or act any more like a classic, textbook virgin at your poke.

"Yeah. You're pretty." His voice gets softer with every syllable. Dodgy eyes looking away with each word.

You don't respond at that, but you can't lie that his compliment did make you feel something swirling on the inside. Something blooming in your tummy from the way his eyes look into your own.

It's true 一 you haven't been told for your looks as much as you've always wanted. You're hot, you're sexy, sure 一 but you haven't been pretty to them. You've always hoped that they could see past your body 一 to see you for who you are on the inside.

"You're一" He shifts in his seat, suddenly feeling a little too hot, heart beating a little too fast in his chest. "You're pretty, okay. You always spend too much time in the mirror but I think you're fine just like this."

You purse your lips, listening.

"You're... Shit, I'm一"

You understand him when he throws his pillow to the side to run fingers through his hair. He's not always good with words, hasn't always been. But he still tries, and you like that about him.

He always puts in effort.

"You're pretty, like music. There's no boundaries, no... box. You can be anything. It's cool."

You grin at that. "Really?"

A nod. "I can tell you that everyday from now on."

An awkward silence too heavy for any of you to handle covers the room like blanket too fast. The soft, anticipating smirk on his face drops when you shift in your seat, clicking your tongue. Fingers scratching at your brows, teeth biting into the corners of your lips.

"Rindou, I'm sorry if I have been leading you on, I一" You sigh. "I don't think I'm ready for一."

"No, wait一" He tries inching a hand towards you but you dodge. "I thought we一 Aren't we onto something here?"

Rindou feels pathetic. He feels as if he's reaching for something that seems close but is still so, so far away.

"No, I'm sorry. I'll pay you back for tonight's dinner. And I don't think you should come over so often anymore. I'll talk to Shou-chan, have him understand."

He lets out a breath too short, standing on his feet as if it'll help him figure you out better. "Why? Is it me?"

"I just don't think it's fair to you, okay? We should stop. I'm sorry."

"What isn't fair to me?"

You give him a look so sad that his heart hurts.

"You're gonna be dealing with a kid that's not yours. He's hyperactive and naughty before bed. He's picky with food and doesn't like taking showers. Worst of all you're gonna be dealing with me. I'm not easy. I'm difficult to manage, to handle, to一 You'll not like me anymore when you see it for yourself. Guys like you deserve better things."

Fuck.

Rindou scrunches his brows, face twisting into one of confusion, one that makes you seem crazy for saying what you said.

"Why do you say these things about yourself? Why do you say these things about him? He's just a kid, I'm not good with kids but I'm sure I can handle him out of all." He throws his hands up in the air a little. "And, seriously, guys like me? What am I like? Why do you assume that way about me? I'm not that kind of person. I don't like doing that."

You fight the tears threatening to fall. It hurts, to say the least.

"Like, why do you think I've been around for so long? I would've turned on my back long ago if you and Shou were so hard to love."

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get to know college!basketball!captain!rafe

college!basketball!captain!rafe who has loved sports since he was a kid, fell in love with basketball when he was around 10 and took it seriously from that moment on. he wants to go professional after college if he can but is also working on his finance and administration degree. He has always been very smart and doesn’t worry a lot about grades but understands the importance of them, reason why he got a full ride in college and got recruited for the basketball team. who is very disciplined with everything that he does, once he commits to doing something he will do it and will do his best. he loves going out with his friends but also likes to stay in, secretly he loves cooking all thanks to his mom and his sister. 

college!basketball!captain!rafe who is very cocky and a flirt, knows he is good-looking and that’s the reason why everyone thinks he’s a player, he has never had a girlfriend in college. Everyone seems to know him and or fall for him, he doesn’t really care about it but it boosts his ego. He has been around a bit yes, but not as much as people think, he is picky even if he doesn’t like to admit it. He thrives on teasing people, especially his friends but he’s also very kind and intentional, not everyone gets to see this side of him. His family is very important to him, he has a good relationship with his parents and sister. 

college!basketball!captain!rafe who is very easy to please, just some good food, music, and his friends and he can be the happiest man alive. who loves watching movies and of course, never misses one basketball game, usually watches them with his dad or his friends, it’s his favorite thing to do. Has never missed one basketball practice since he was 10, just the very counted times he has been sick. His love language is physical touch, gifts, and acts of service the last two he prefers giving them than receiving them. Quality time could be added to but in very specific scenarios. His favorite artists are J. Cole, The Weekend, and Kanye. who is also a dog guy, every time he sees a dog he asks if he can pet them. 

college!basketball!captain!rafe who loves being an older brother but sometimes he wishes the age gap wasn’t that big, fortunately, he has a cousin his age who might as well be his sister. they grew up together and are kinda inseparable thanks to that. He usually goes to her to talk about his feelings, since he knows he won’t get judged by her. he’s not the best at showing his feelings, or so he thinks, usually his eyes speak volumes, and anyone can see it but him. no, but really, talking about how he feels sometimes can be the hardest thing he can do. he tends to put everyone first and even if he’s this confident guy when it comes to his feelings he’s anything but. 

college!basketball!captain!rafe who is incredibly perceptive about how other people feel as long as the feelings are not directed at him because then he’s blind. who likes to take time to get to know someone and help as much as he can. who also can easily get angry when things don’t go his way and when this happens he prefers not to talk to people in case he says something he doesn’t really mean. If he’s really frustrated he tends to isolate himself to calm down but if he needs to talk to people he will be very cold towards them, and he immediately regrets it.

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Hey y'all! Now...we started out with Cassandra and Daniela more than a year ago, added Bela soon after- can you guess what this is about? I figured it's high time to write a little nsfw ABC for Alcina, at last! One tall dragon countess needs some loving, too! ;) Perhaps we ought to get Donna's out, if I haven't yet ;PP Here you can find the other parts, if you're interested:

Cassandra, Daniela, Bela

Let's get into this! ;P

Masterlists

A- Aftercare

Alcina is a very passionate lover. And, needless to say, quite a tall one. Regardless of how careful she is, it's very easy for her to bruise her lovers up or accidentally cut at their skin at least occaisonally- if she does not do so on purpose, that is. From bruises from having their limbs held in place, to the rings caused by her teeth digging into their smooth throats, and various other body parts, all the way to their sore muscles and sore privates, she will tend to it all. It can be said she's very...thourough, ensuring to knead at their chests, and drag her fingertip across perky nipples while she is at it, and thighs and lap up any remaining wetness between their folds when she's done with them.

Her favorite form of aftercare is to indulge in a nice, warm bath together and share some treats, usually chocolate covered strawberries, or bloody ones, in her case. It's spacious and she likes to pull those she deems worthy of her love on top of her for this, allowing them to use her soft chest as a cushion and her beating heart as a lullaby.

B- Body part

Favorite body part of hers: Alcina has long struggled finding beauty in her altered body. Tall, strong, a little clumsy for a long time, too large to fit into anything not custom made. It took her long to finally appreciate some of the perks that come with the mutation. And while it was first her daughters pointing out that only like this is she capable of swooping all three of them up in a hug, lovers she has taken in her time further added a level of confidence to her body: finding it and herself to be arousing, too. Her favorite body part of hers are her hands and strong tongue, capable of bringing those she loves like this immense pleasure. Aside from this, she acknowledges that her breasts are strong and shapely, but finds little care for them within herself, having so often been on the receiving end of unwelcomed stares from men due to them. From her female darlings, her lovers, she does not mind, even dares boldly looking at their breasts, too, when she can.

Favorite body part of others: of course, she holds quite the liking for a woman's neck. She just loves how she can drag her tongue along it, often even cover most of it with it. Her favorite body part of others depends entirely on their physique. She likes soft, large thighs and biting into them. The bigger the better, in her opinion, as it allows her to hold onto something properly. This aside she truly does believe lips capable of displaying a beautiful smile are a woman's best body part.

C- Cum

She's a light creamer, though has paid little mind to her own cum in her life. And while she would not appreciate a lover smearing her cum across her with her finger, she has no qualms at all of eating her darlings out no matter how much cum sticks to her already. If anything, she only becomes more thrilled at the taste of it, but has no true kink overly associated with it.

D- Dirty secret

Whether this is a secret or not, she likes to believe it is. Alcina is into roleplay. She loves to have her lovers act out the role of the maidens, serving her every wish as their countess. Should her lovers, or playthings even- occaisonally, behave well enough and serve, she is outright eager and thirsty to pay them back.

E- Experience

Having lived for a long, long time, Alcina has made plenty experiences. There's little she hasn't tried yet. Domming, subbing, a variety of kinks ranging from degredation and praise to wax and ice, to heat and bondage and much more. She certainly has her favorites.

F- Favorite position

She loves eating her lovers out and being eaten out in return. Regarding the first, she loves to make use of her height and strenght and pick her lovers up, their moans filling the room when her tongue easily finds their folds. Like this, she is not only willing, but eager to devour them for hours, until even her hands give out.

When receiving oral, she loves to sit either by the bed or in a grand chair, her legs spread wide, her head thrown back, her clawed hand carefully keeping her lover in place.

G- Goofy

"Goofy" is not the correct word here, though she does like to have fun during sex. She likes to laugh and smile, tease and hum playfully, though is not one to crack jokes during the act and can, at times, come across as sensual, but serious overall.

H- Hair

She doesn't shave her privates very often, for the simple fact that her size makes this a challenging task. She does not care for it and keeps her pubic hair clean at all times. Should a lover she truly respects, loves, and share a home and future with, her wife, suggest trimming or shaving her hair for her, she is not against the idea. She has grown to care little for such things, on herself and others.

I- Intimacy

While she occaisonally takes in "pets" to spend her time with (and often take her frustrations out on), Alcina does prefer sex with someone she cares for, if only to see them unravel for her.

J- Jack off

While she is one to get in the mood fast, she considers jacking off too often below her. She quite enjoys feeling her underwear stick to her, too, and will eagerly wait until her lover agrees to help her out, or- something she enjoys even more- wait until she is approached and begged to help take care of certain urges.

K- Kink

Having experimented a lot in her life, Alcina has many, many kinks. She's big on a praise and degredation kink, bondage, and wax though. She is not overly big on strap-ons, unless perhaps she's wearing one herself. And still, she knows she has no use of it and is unlikely to use one unless in a specific mood.

L- Location

Alcina prefers having sex in private locations, such as designated rooms within the castle to "play" with her pets. Should her lover get in the mood though, she is happy to take her to her room or any empty, available room instead.

M- Motivation

Being teased and teasing her darling, and seeing her lover flustered is what gets her going the fastest. She loves to draw this out too, however, and is unlikely to give into her lover's needs until she is begged to her liking.

N- No

Anything involving men, that being the presence or mention of one especially, of course. She is repulsed by scat, sees no point in liking feet, is not into golden showers and all belonging to this particular kink category.

O- Oral

She loves and prefers giving it, but enjoys it greatly when the favor is returned. It's her favorite way to have sex.

P- Pace

Quite slow paced. She has all the time in the world, it feels, and she will ensure her lover knows this. She loves to tease and likes a long foreplay and many drawn out orgasms.

Q- Quickie

Unless she's feeling particularly feral, she is not a fan of quickies.

R- Risk

She is hardly a risk taker as it comes to sex. She likes to keep things private, if only because she has a reputation to uphold, a staff to guide, and daughters to raise and love. She would not want to scarr them by risking having even one walk in on her and someone.

S- Stamina

She has incredibly much stamina and can go on for hours with no problem at all. She's grown very good at controlling her own orgasms, too.

T- Toys

Alcina has little need for sex toys, but is not opposed to them, should someone she loves, a wife, wish to try them.

U- Unfair

While she is far less sadistic than others at the castle, namely her daughters, the countess does like to torment her lovers in the sweetest of ways. Her go-to's are degredation and bondage, drawn out and taken orgasms

V- Volume

She's quite loud in general and has spent years training herself to control her moans. Now she's capable of being somewhat quiet, or at least as quiet as someone of her stature can be.

W- Wild card

She likes spanking her lovers occaisonally, if only to see their flesh turn pink with a single slap of her large, strong hand.

X- X-Ray

Strong, large muscles, especially across her back. Alcina sports a tall and very strong body, muscles built up from years and years of training and hunting. Her skin is rather pale and her hands are slightly darker, which she likes to hide beneath her gloves. She sports many scars, especially on her back. The most come from her transformations, while others come from various other things.

Y- Yearning

Very high at all times, though she is excellent at not showing it, unless she wants to.

Z- zzz

It would take a lot to truly tire her out, but she's happy to hold her lover and sleep or work for a little bit, still.

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Meet Cute

~ Spencer Reid x Barista!Reader

~ I hope this makes sense to people other than me 😭

~ Fluff, first seasons Spencer WC: 979

- You have a very cute customer -

Being a barista isn't the best job in the world but it definitely has a couple benefits. One being the cute boys that stop by everyday.

Well, only one boy.

He came in a couple months ago for the first time and has come in everyday since. His name is Spencer and unfortunately that's about all you know.

He comes in very early in the morning and orders multiple very different coffees. He seems shy but you haven't talked to him enough to really know.

The strangest thing about to it, is how he only comes in when you're working. According to all your coworkers when he comes in on your days off and doesn't see you, he leaves.

You want to believe that means something. Like he's only coming here for you. But that's just wishful thinking.

"Good morning." He says when he comes to counter. It's a couple minutes earlier than when he usually arrives, not that you're keeping track.

"Good morning." You smile at him.

"Can I get the same thing as last time?" He asks, unsurely. You best guess is he's trying to see whether or not you'll remember it. Does that matter to him? He's probably just trying to save time.

"Yeah of course. It shouldn't take too long."

"Thanks." He nods slightly as he says it. And you fall into an awkward silence.

"What are you doing up so early?" You ask, hoping the question isn't too invasive. It's not something you'd ask any other customers.

"Work." Is all he says. It answers your question but you were expecting more.

"Where do you work?"

"I work for the FBI, in the behavioral analysis unit."

"Really? That's so weird, usually I forget the FBI is made up of actual people and not just robot things."

"Why would they be robots?"

"Because they work for the government?" You phrase it as a question so he doesn't think you're crazy. You probably shouldn't have said that if being crazy isn't your goal.

"Y'know the conspiracy of robots being in the government without people knowing stems for the similar conspiracy that birds are robot spies for the government."

"I could see that. People are so suspicious of the birds it would be easy to sneak robots in as humans."

"Are you joking?"

"Partly." You laugh a little. "I don't actually think the government is making robots that are functional enough to behave as humans, they aren't smart enough for that."

"I could be." He states it as a fact.

"Are you building a robot army?"

"Not at the moment." His smile at you widens as your conversation progresses. He's very, very pretty.

"But in the future you might?"

"You never know." As you go to respond, your coworker yells over that the drinks are done.

"I hope you enjoy them." You say as you hand them to him.

"They're not all for me." He says quickly, "I get them for my coworkers."

"That's a very nice thing for you to do."

"Caffeine can be a very helpful thing for certain people when it comes to work productivity."

"Do you have lots of facts like that?"

"Yes."

"Good. I like facts." He leaves with both his drinks and a smile on his face.

The next morning is the same story. He comes in, way earlier than you deem socially acceptable to be awake, orders a couple coffees, the same ones every time, and gives you a random fact or two.

"Did you know that giraffes are 30 times more likely to get hit by lightning than people are?"

"No I didn't. That makes a lot of sense though, I don't know why."

And the next day,

"The electric chair was invented by a dentist."

"Were his patients pissing him off that bad?"

"He saw someone get electrocuted and it inspired him."

"Makes sense."

And obviously the next,

"Three presidents died on July 4th."

"Similar causes?"

"Different enough."

And the next day,

He didn't come.

For the next week that you worked, Spencer didn't come in. You don't understand why this makes you so upset.

You don't even know his last name. You don't really know anything about him, why does this matter to you.

Another week passes by, and when it becomes obvious he's probably done with whatever friendship thingy you thought you had. Oh well, you try to think but it's no use.

You really thought he was coming in for you. Well not for you, for the coffee. But also a little for you.

"Did you know dolphins name each other?"

"Are you saying there's a couple dolphins named Fred?"

"There could be." He smiles at you. Is it normal to feel a little angry right now? No it's not. You don't know this man. At all. He doesn't have any obligation to only get coffee from you.

"Where have you been?" You ask, trying to be super nonchalant.

"Work got really busy."

"Too busy for coffee?" You half joke.

"Unfortunately it's too long a walk from the hospital." He shrugs like it's nothing.

"You were in the hospital? Are you okay?" What is wrong with this man? Walking in here, announcing he was in the hospital like it's nothing.

"I'm fine now."

"This is not how I saw my morning going." You mutter to yourself.

"Do you wanna get dinner with me?" You freeze.

"Like a date?" You ask gently.

"Yes, it would be a date."

"Yeah," you agree softly, "That would be great."

"Good. Okay. I'll give you the details." Five minutes later he's walking out the door again, this time leaving you completely speechless.

"Spencer!" You call out to him before he can walk outside.

"What?"

"Why are you asking me now?"

"Lifes to short to have regrets." He explains simply and walks out. He never said why he was in the hospital.

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⋆ 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 ⋆

⋆ Pairing: idol!Hongjoong x f!reader.

⋆ Genre: Smut (With a tiniest... okay maybe no plot at all?...)

⋆ Warnings: Mutual Masturbation, Video call.

⋆ Word Count: 1.1k

You feel yourself becoming increasingly bored while assembling the puzzle you purchased a while ago. It was quite tedious to assemble on your own. You were always upset that the puzzle pieces were missing, despite the fact that they were right in front of you. You finally decide to take a shower before heading to bed.

You feel lonely as you settle down on your bed and draw the comforter over you. You longed for your boyfriend's touch and wanted him to be with you. It was pointless because you knew he was an idol and wouldn't be present all the time because they were on tour, practicing, and performing at variety shows.

This time was different, they had left for a global tour about three months ago and still hadn't returned. You were bored staying at home alone. Just looking at your partner and marveling over his physique made you want to touch yourself. It was even worse because you were ovulating and your hormones were screwing you around.

Your phone rings when you're deep in thought. You come back to reality and pick it up to see Hongjoong. He was video calling you late at night. You pick up and give your best smile. "Hello, Joongie."

He looks at you with a pout and says, "I miss you.." You smile warmly, "I do too, but there's nothing you can do about it.."

He smirks at you and says, "There is something you can do about it.." You lift your brow and question, "What is it??"

"I wanna to watch you touch yourself. "Fuck yourself dumb with your fingers." Your heart races at Hongjoong's bold request. The combination of longing and excitement floods your body, momentarily overpowering the boredom that had consumed you earlier. You glanced at him with wide eyes, a blush crawling up your cheeks. You speak slightly above a whisper. "I- But you'll have to lead. Tell me what to do."

He nods. "Keep your laptop in front of you and undress first." You blush and feel flustered doing this in front of a screen. You put your laptop on the bed and undress. "Fuck, you're so hot. "I wish I could've been there." Your breath hitched, but you couldn't wait any longer. You sit comfortably in front of your laptop with your legs open, giving Hongjoong a clear view of your wet pussy.

Hongjoong whispers a short "fuck" and moves closer to the screen to get a better view."You're already so wet, it'll be easy to slip your fingers in. Now be a good girl and spit on your fingers like you always do."You obey him, putting your fingers in your mouth and sucking on it before removing them with a "pop" sound and dropping your spit on it. "Mhm~ That's it. Now slowly slide your fingers in and fuck yourself senseless."

Slowly pushing your index and middle finger into your sobbing hole, you moan feeling the delicious stretch of your pussy. "Mhm~~ Joongie, S-so good", you moan while thrusting your fingers in and out of your pussy. Hongjoong whispers "I know baby. I know it feels so fucking good. I think I might cum untouched just by watching you like this." You speed up your fingers while leaning your head back on the headboard. You moan louder and louder, your hips jerking up to meet your fingers. You feel the coil in your stomach tighten, threatening to burst any moment.

"Joongie- Baby I can't-", You moan loudly. "Let go.. Cum for me baby.. Lemme see you cum all over your fingers.", Hongjoong encourages you. Your fingers feel numb from all the friction, but it doesn't matter to you, pleasure overcoming all the numbness. "Fu-fuck Joong-", Your fingers stop knuckles-deep in your pussy as the coil in your stomach bursts. You moan loudly as your cum drips down your fingers and onto the sheets beneath you.

As you catch your breath, Hongjoong's voice breaks the silence once again "There ya go." Hongjoong smirks "Now suck your cum off your fingers and you'll get your reward once I'm back." You smile before pulling your finger out and sucking it clean. "Good girl. I wish I could be there with you, but for now, this will have to do." A smile tugs at the corners of your lips, and you respond softly, "Thank you for making this distance feel a little less lonely, Joongie."

As the call ends, you curl up under the comforter, a newfound sense of contentment washes over you. Until the day you can be in each other's arms again, moments like these will continue to bridge the gap between you, filling your nights with passion and desire.

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fairy of shampoo | park jongseong x male!reader

pairing: jay x male!reader genre: fluff word count: 1.0k notes: ANOTHER JAY STORY!! I just can't get enough of this man ... had the inspo to do this and all I could search online was his videos ... im sure we all did that 😫

He's a little bit far away from you.

You let out a soft groan as you lean your head against the counter, exhaustion weighing down your body. Jay glances over, a teasing smile playing on his lips, but he can see past the surface. “Bored already?” he asks, his tone light, yet his eyes betray a hint of concern as they catch your yawning figure.

“Noo… Just tired,” you reply, your voice wavering slightly, the fatigue evident in every syllable. As much as he wanted to feel concerned, it was fascinating how you still denied it with such cuteness.

He tilts his head, studying you intently. “You can go to bed, honey,” he suggests gently, the warmth of his smile a soothing balm for your tired soul. “You don’t have to stay up with me.”

You fidget with the ends of your knitted sleeves, the gesture a familiar comfort. Yet, even the fabric feels heavy against your skin tonight. The warmth you’ve come to cherish is absent, leaving an emptiness that gnaws at your insides. It drains your energy, steals your motivation, and makes the night stretch endlessly. You might even say it’s worse than being sick; at least then, you could still muster the strength to do chores, much to Jay’s playful annoyance at your relentless spirit.

“But I want to…” you murmur, your voice barely breaking through the silence.

Jay chuckles softly, but the sound carries an underlying worry. He feels a tight pang of loneliness wash over him, a sensation he can’t shake off when he’s away on tour. He doesn’t like missing out on moments like these—seeing you feel small and tired, wishing he could wrap you in his arms and shield you from the harsh confines of this oh-so-cruel world. The glow of your face on the screen brings him comfort, yet it’s not enough. He yearns to be there beside you, to feel the warmth of your presence against him.

His band is on tour across the U.S., and while he knows it’s part of his job, it pains him to just leave you behind. If it weren’t for that demanding project at work, one that you swear will break your back, you could have been enjoying a cozy getaway together. The thought makes his heart ache.

“Look at you, you’re already so tired,” he says softly, concern lacing his voice. “Are you even checking if the ramyeon is done?”

You jerk up at the reminder, the delicious aroma hitting you like a wave. “Ahhh!!” Panic sets in, and Jay can’t help but laugh at the sight of you scrambling to the kitchen. But behind that laughter lies a deeper worry; he can see how overwhelmed you’ve been lately, how the weight of the world rests heavily on your shoulders when he’s not there to support you.

As you brush your hair back, narrowly avoiding the smoke alarm again, he wishes he could be the one to take care of you. He knew that you being independent was never easy, and the thought of you feeling lonely without him makes his heart ache. You settle back in front of your laptop, a small pout on your lips, and he feels a surge of affection mixed with helplessness.

“Done?” he asks, hopeful as he seems to return from somewhere off-screen.

“Yeah…” you reply with a soft sigh. “I’ll let it cool down and maybe eat it later.”

He watches you closely, his heart swelling with concern and love. “Try to eat on time, honey.”

You meet his gaze, and for a moment, he sees the flicker of vulnerability in your eyes. “I’ll try,” you whisper, and he knows the struggle behind those words.

As you try to fix your posture atop your wooden bar stool, he picks up his guitar, cradling it with such care. “Want to fall asleep to me strumming some tunes?” he asks, his voice soft, almost intimate.

You beam a big smile stretching from one ear to another, warming his heart. It’s always a treat when he plays for you, and he feels that this will definitely be a moment of connection that will transcend the distance between you.

"Then go to bed." You look at him, almost begrudgingly. He could only chuckle back at you, knowing that little snark you had was coming out so slowly.

"Please?"

You huffed under your hot breath.

“Fine...” you say, surrendering to the comfort of your space. You then walked a little bit from your kitchen towards the warm confines of your bedroom. The ambient lights in your room create a cozy atmosphere, and you settle into bed, placing your laptop where Jay can see you clearly. He’s tuning his guitar when he notices you all bundled up in your sheets.

“I miss your warmth, Jay,” you confess, pulling the covers tightly around yourself. “I can still smell you from here.”

“Then just sleep like usual,” he replies, his gaze softening as he looks at you through the screen. “Fall asleep while I play your favorite.”

You nestle into your bed, the soft pillows reminding you of him. Seeing you so cozy makes Jay feel a little drowsy, but he fights it off since it’s still afternoon where he is.

With a gentle strum of his guitar, he begins to play your favorite song. The chords resonate beautifully, each note wrapping around you like a warm hug. His fingers dance over the strings, wanting the melody to wrap around you like his arms would if he were there, to soothe you and bring you peace. The chords resonate beautifully, each note a reminder of his love for you, a promise that you’re never truly alone, even when he’s miles away.

As the last note fades away, he glances at you, noticing your stillness. The sight of you peacefully asleep brings a wave of relief, and he can’t help but smile. It seems his music has worked its magic again—you’ve drifted off, cradled by the sounds of his affection. He wishes he could reach out and caress your cheek, to tell you that everything will be okay, but he knows he has to go now, called back to the reality of his afternoon stage practice.

“Good night, honey,” he whispers, his heart heavy with love and longing as he quietly ends the call, closing his laptop softly. He knows that while the distance separates you, the bond you share remains unbreakable.

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[beatrixst0nehill]

"Guys, I'm so, so, SO excited! I really did it. I just bought my first testosterone prescription! This is so amazing. Thank you all for filling my feed with so many amazing detrans stories, showing me no matter how fem I am, no matter how fat my ass gets or big my boobs get, or how much I sorta look like a girl if you squint your eyes I can still totally just detrans and embrace being a guy! I am so fucking pumped to finally grow facial hair, for my voice to deepen, for me to get super hairy! Oooo, my mind is racing! I'm not gonna come out to my family or coworkers right away. I'm gonna keep it a secret until I don't even remotely look like a girl anymore. I already scheduled my top surgery in a few weeks, so bye bye big bouncy boobs! You were fun while you lasted, but like all of you keep telling me, I need to stop living my silly girly fantasy and embrace reality. I'm totally a boy!

I mean, I perv on girls and half the accounts I follow even on my main are thirst content with big tits, huge asses, girls that love to get thick and flaunt their fattening bodies! Mmmmm. I'm getting so hard just thinking about it. My doctor even said once I detrans I'll never get results like mine back! I'll never regrow boobs like these, fully lose the hair, have a girly voice, or a tiny cock I can hide. I'll be a guy forever! I bit my lip and told him I masturbate every night picturing myself as a boy, that my parents shouldn't have encouraged a delusional fakegirl like me! All I did as a girl was fuck guys, give out blowjobs like free candy, and jerk off constantly anyway, sometimes in public.....

Being a hot girl is just a kinky fantasy of mine, and I get that now. I'm not really trans, I'm just a perverted boy who's obsessed with girls. It's time I become a stud and show the world who I really am! I bought a bunch of weight gain and protein shakes at the pharmacy, too! I think I'm gonna try to bulk up, and become a really husky guy with a beard and a big gut. Wouldn't that suit me so perfectly? Just imagine me balding, losing my pretty hair, a nice full beard, my removed breasts getting flabby, a giant round belly in front of me from drinking loads of beer and eating whatever I want! I really want to get big! Wish me luck!

Two years on and damn, my moobs are almost the size of my old fakegirl tits! God, detransing was the best choice of my life! I'm working my way up to 400lbs. I love not being hyper desirable, especially to guys anymore. It's weird walking around and not getting groped or having my skirt pulled up so a guy can fill my ass with his cum on the bus ride home. But now I'm having way more fun perving on unsuspecting girls. Rubbing up on them, groping them, apologizing that I'm so fat and probably smell..... it makes me hard that they can smell me and get weirded out. I love fucking pretty college girls, they're so easy and desperate, even if they're disgusted by me they'll roll their eyes and tell me, 'Just get it over with, you fat slob!' And godddd it makes me so hard!

My cock is almost a foot long and I adore the gasps of surprise when they see it and the moans of pain and discomfort when I ram the whole thing in their curvy, often pregnant bodies, whimpering that they hope my cock doesn't break their water. Then I give their belly a super hard slap and tell them it seems like their womb is in good working order! I love being a pervy fat dude, I was soooo right when I decided to detrans. I even get to fuck my share of big-titted, fat-assed fakegirl, who I whisper to in their ears, telling them I used to look just like them, and they need to embrace being a guy, too, and wind up just like me. They get so hard when I tell them how amazing it feels to become a really fat man, the sexual freedom of embracing everything they're meant to be. No matter how pretty and perfectly passing they are they melt like butter and cum effortlessly when I tell them about how they need to go on T and gain a ton of weight..... With any luck these bratty fakegirls will learn their lesson and obey. Here's to another year of fucking every girl I want, and eating as much as possible! Living the true destiny of every dumb little fakegirl reading this!"

[chaifootsteps]

i should've mentioned it when we were talking about tuca and bertie and them doing things right, but the arc bertie goes through with her SA and reclaiming it thru taboo fantasies is very similar to what ive been through, right down to a therapist opening me up to this new side of sexuality, and while it all happened to me years prior to the arc happening in the show, it broke me out of my anti shipper mentality that gave me this sense of justice and rigid rightness in what i was doing.

just thought now would be a good time to bring it up too because of the allegations against you and how what happened to max is basically the same thing that's happened to me. it's such an uncomfortable feeling to know someone who brought you into this world sees you like that, and having a fictional character similar to that person to self insert with in writing has helped far more then feeling disgusted with myself ever did or has, because i can stop anytime i want, or just get to a point where i move on completely from being able to gain anything from this personally. (which im leaning towards for now,) it's like bertie's therapist said, "because this time, you're in control."

i just wish antis could at least be more open to the idea that maybe, just maybe, shaming victims for coping this way isn't helpful, and that the lack of nuance implies shaming these uncontrollable fantasies (because you can't control your thoughts and like bertie's therapist said, "brains are weird!", although ive also heard the fear and arousal part of your brain is closely related which explains so many kinks to me tbh,) is the only form of healing and getting better, which it never will be. this kind of thing, of re-exploring your trauma thru fiction like this, definitely doesn't help certain people and that needs to be respected, but for anyone it does, they shouldn't just be written off as "normalizing their abuse", because im aware enough to keep this to myself, and to other people like me.

come talk to me about me "romanticizing" horrible things in fiction when you remember vivs shows have millions of views, and THATS why her writing like a fanfic author is bad - not because she inherently is one at heart. a large audience of adults should engage with these heavy topics, (and deserve to have them be written well, even if the stans swear they don't because nuh uh it's Da Best cuz mama viv made it,) not literal children. regardless of this unfortunate demographic that's naturally been formed and then unnaturally encouraged by the creator to line her pockets with their parents money, i think people have a moral obligation to tell a well written story about dark taboo subjects when they have such a large scale of production and connections like this, with some gray area in between, because theres some pieces of media that aren't as big as vivs creations or as small as fanfic writers (compared to other indie creations like video games or shows,) either, like mouthwash, or that one horror game with a sibling incest ending. that's what i mean when i said you aren't gonna make anyone want to fuck a lizard, but that vivs story's spread sentiment that would give 1970s victim blaming, "well, what was she wearing?" arguments a run for their money in how gross they are. i don't think max is gonna make anyone want to fuck their own dad either.

i hope this all makes sense! i think this is the most vulnerable ive ever been in your ask box. thank you for being someone who makes me feel strong enough to talk about this.

No, no, it makes perfect sense! Thanks for sharing your story, Anon...that was an incredibly vulnerable thing to talk about, and it couldn't have been easy.

I don't know if it's due to social media or what, but people have gotten really, really terrible at the concept of "I do my thing that works for me over here, you do your thing that works for you over there, and even though we don't understand each other, we mind our business about it." Like you said, it becomes a different conversation the more widespread and professional your piece of media is -- the same way that feeding 1,000 people a day is different than cooking for yourself -- but when we're talking about you and me and Max and all the randos on AO3? An appropriately tagged piece of work that makes a sharp distinction between fiction and reality is harmless.

What isn't harmless is telling someone that their intensely personal coping method is wrong and shameful and that they're a dangerous, evil person because it makes you uncomfortable, and that they're either a bad survivor or lying about being one.

Here's the scene from Tuca & Bertie, because it's so well done and always relevant.

[moonandst4rs]

"Stay with me, I don't want you to leave"

── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ──── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

Part two of "Think I like you best when you're just with me, And no one else"

Warnings: Angst, fluff, no use of y/n, gn!reader x Dean Winchester,

A/N: Inspired by K. - Cigarettes after sex. Any feedback and requests are welcome !! Reblogs and comments are very much appreciated <3

── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ──── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

You tried to let it go. You truly did, but the pain of your situation was agonizing. The more you ignored it, the more it broke you down.

In a moment of bravery, you gathered the courage. "Why do you treat me differently when we're with other people?" you asked softly, your eyes fixed on the window of the rundown motel room. Your gaze drifted to the moon, as if willing it to hide you. You saw the tension creep into Dean's body. "What?" he whispered, his hand freezing on your arm.

"When we're with Sam, or Cas, or even Bobby, you're different… distant," you continued, searching for the truth behind the distance. "Is it me? Are you ashamed of us?" The words trembled on the edge of your lips, the fear of hearing the answer almost unbearable.

For a moment, he was silent—surprisingly so. You could see him wrestling with something deep inside. He took a slow breath, then turned to look into your eyes, his gaze searching yours for something you couldn’t name. Finally, he spoke. "It’s not you, sweetheart," he said, pulling you closer and kissing your forehead, his lips lingering there just a second longer than usual. "Don’t start thinking you’re the problem."

His words were comforting, but you still needed more. You couldn't walk away without understanding. "Then what is the problem, Dean?" you pressed, searching his face for the truth. "You can tell me. I won’t judge you." You lowered your voice, a soft plea for him to let his guard down.

"It’s just… I don’t…" His voice faltered, the emotions he usually kept buried creeping into his words. You waited patiently, knowing he needed time. His hesitation didn’t frustrate you; it only made you wish he’d be easier on himself. You knew the weight he carried. You wanted him to share it, not hold it alone.

"I’m not good at this, okay?" he admitted, the words slipping out, raw and vulnerable. "I don’t know how to be in a real relationship. When it’s just us, it’s easy. But when we’re around them, I feel like I gotta keep it together. Like if I let my guard down, something bad’s gonna happen. I’m scared, alright? Scared of what they’ll think, scared of messing this up, scared of losing you." His voice softened, and for the first time, you saw his eyes unguarded, full of honesty. "It’s not that I don’t care. I care too much. I just don’t know how to show it without feeling like I’m risking everything."

His words hit you hard. You’d been waiting for him to open up, and now, here it was. You took his hand gently, grounding him in the moment. "Dean," you said softly, "I understand. I know you’re trying to protect us, but I’m not going anywhere. You don’t have to hide your feelings from me. I love you, walls and rough edges and all. But this distance? It hurts." You searched his eyes, your voice steady but filled with emotion. "I want us to be real, even around Sam and Cas. Even when things are tough. You don’t have to do this alone. I’m here, and we’re in this together. But you have to let me in." You squeezed his hand, your heart pounding in your chest. "I don’t want to feel like I’m losing you when we're around other people. I need all of you, not just the parts you think are safe."

"I don’t know how to let my guard down," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes met yours, filled with uncertainty. "I’ve spent so long protecting myself, keeping people at a distance. It’s hard to imagine anyone sticking around when the walls come down." He exhaled sharply, the weight of his words heavy in the air. "But you’re right. You deserve more than what I’ve been giving you. You deserve all of me." He paused, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he let the walls fall, just a little. "I’ll work on it. I’ll try to be better for you… for us. I want to try." His thumb brushed your hand, a rare, tender gesture. "You mean too much to me not to."

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, a quiet promise that he was here and ready to open up, ready to let you in.

[cheesy09]

[CN] Kiro's Role-Play Date

🌸 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date that hasn't been released on the EN server yet! 🌸

[Note: This date was translated with the help of Google Translate :>]

——*:･ﾟ✧——*:･ﾟ✧——

[PART 1]

The date starts with MC checking her appearance in a mirror at a game studio, and as she checks herself, she admires how exquisite the game studio's makeup is.

Suddenly, she gets a message from a smart watch that she's wearing on her wrist:

【The role you reserved is: Witch of Desire.】

【Your personal task is: Let your companions admit that they are "satisfied" before completing all the main levels of the game.】

【Afterwards, the teammate would be deemed to have failed the mission and the adventure will end.】

She presses the "OK" button on her watch.

Apparently, a few days ago, when MC pre-booked this live-action RPG game, she ended up drawing the "Witch of Desire" as her character.

This character apparently knows how to clear every level of the game in advance, and also comes with a large number of game tokens. Their job was to secretly lure their companions away from the game's main storyline.

Then, another message pops up on her watch:

【In order to facilitate your completion of the task, we have distributed game strategy manuals, level maps and a large number of game tokens to you for easy reference and use at any time.】

【Please make good use of your resources to "tempt" your teammates into falling into the trap of satisfaction.】

【P.S. The game co-branded leisure suite you reserved: "Witch Hut" is also ready and can be visited after the game has ended.】

【I wish you good luck in your mission. 】

The thought of being able to use this mission to lure Kiro into material traps and leading him astray through satisfaction...

And then spending the rest of our time relaxing and enjoying Halloween in every way possible at the customized suite I booked for us makes my imaginary tail wag uncontrollably.

I wonder what role he has drawn and what personal tasks he'll receive?

At almost the next moment, following a clear and translucent voice, a handful of fluffy gold bursts into my line of sight.

??: Why is this little witch smiling so proudly?

I hastily put my hands behind my back to hide my watch. When I raise my eyes, my breath stops for a moment.

The round retro sunglasses he wears are unable to conceal the smile in his blue eyes, and his solemn black attire makes his figure appear all the more stylish and elegant.

Under the exquisite dark gold collar button is a cross-shaped pendant, and the white stole hanging from his shoulders is embroidered with light gold patterns, remotely resembling the colour of his hair.

I stare at him with wide eyes and blink several times.

Kiro: Why are you so stunned?

He stretches out his hands to funnily hold my cheeks, and squeezes them a little harder with his fingertips.

I look at that intimately close clear blue and let out a dramatic sigh.

MC: I can't help it. This priest is too handsome.

MC: Just looking at you like this makes me want to become your believer.

Finding my remark amusing, he laughs out loud. He raises my right hand and twirls me around in a circle, akin to a dance.

Kiro: If that's the case, I'll announce the first tenet of this religion then: The center of the universe is my Miss Chips.

My cheeks unconsciously heat up, and the next second, he mischievously narrows his eyes, puts my hand to his lips and gently drops a kiss on it.

Kiro: Tenet 2: We are to be honest with each other.

He blinks slowly, and his clear eyes seem to see through all my thoughts and hidden motives.

Kiro: So... tell me all your secrets.

MC: And what secrets would that be?

Kiro: I just got the feeling that when you were looking at your screen just now, you seemed a bit preoccupied.

Knowing how my mission would directly lead to his elimination, I pull my hand back from his palm with a bit of guilt and respond with an ambiguous lie.

MC: I was reading the mission description, of course~

MC: When we play games together, don't you study the tasks very carefully too?

Kiro: So that's it.

The corners of his lips seem to lift a little higher, and he immediately hooks my fingers, leading me towards the entrance of the first level.

Kiro: I knew you'd be anticipating this adventure as much as I have, Miss Chips.

——*:･ﾟ✧——*:･ﾟ✧——

[PART 2]

The game begins and MC manages to help Kiro solve a few puzzles right from the get-go. When she suggests they go visit a nearby merchant to restock on supplies, Kiro points out that they shouldn't have enough to spend, seeing as how they only managed to complete a few simple tasks.

Thinking of the large sum of gold coins in her own account, MC takes Kiro to see the merchant anyways, seeing it as a chance to garner his "satisfaction".

After some time, Kiro watches her in a daze as she comes back carrying plenty of props and supplies, and asks her where she got so many coins from.

MC: Since I'm the Witch of Desire, it would only make sense for me to satisfy people's desires~

MC: And it's not just gold coins. There are a lot of other things that I can create with "magic".

Kiro: I didn't expect my partner to be this amazing. Looks like we'll have a sure win in this game!

Hearing the mirth filled in his words, a sense of satisfaction wells up in my heart.

MC: Hmm, then if I may ask, Mr. Priest, are you satisfied with the assistance provided by this little witch at this point in time?

I calmly ask that tempting question and carefully look at him from the side, expecting him to give an affirmative answer, but also worrying that he might notice something.

Kiro: Of course.

The watch on my wrist that automatically takes note of keywords doesn't give any signals. It seems that my mission hasn't been accomplished yet.

Just as I'm thinking about how much of a pity it is, a sweet taste blossoms on the tip of my tongue.

He unwraps a chocolate and feeds it to me, and whether intentionally or not, his fingertips gently press against my lower lip.

Kiro: I'm anticipating what will happen on this journey more and more.

In response, MC asks Kiro about where they should go next, and instead of answering her, he just silently looks at her, as if he's waiting for something to happen.

When MC asks him what's wrong, he just brushes it off, saying that he was thinking about where they should go next.

MC finds his sudden pause a little odd but brushes the thought aside when she secretly looks at the guide on her watch, finding a nearby trigger point for a hidden mission.

And so, MC suggests that they head in the direction of the hidden mission and Kiro agrees.

As they head deeper into the woods, their surroundings grow darker and darker, and Kiro wonders if they're going in the right direction.

MC: Yes, trust me.

He casts a glance at me, and the corners of his lips rise in amusement.

Kiro: Is this also one of the witch's magic spells?

MC: Uh-huh, I'm an expert.

Kiro: However... according to how these kinds of games and stories go, to cast magic, you have to pay a corresponding price.

Kiro: Will this witch also be charging me a price to bring endless happiness?

The eyes behind those sunglasses flash with a playfulness and inquiry that I'm unable to understand, and they gaze deeply into my eyes.

MC: Of... Of course not....

MC: I'm a very powerful witch.

I can't help but look away, worrying that my "conspiracy" will be exposed, but also because it is laced with some emotion that I can't explain.

MC: After all, wanting you to be happy is the most natural thing to me.

His light laughter drifts past my ears along with the night breeze, like a somewhat intimate kiss.

He quickly purses his lips, his eyes narrowing into a somewhat bewitching arc.

Kiro: So that's it.

He pronounces every word he utters with great certainty, but a hint of teasing flashes across his eyes. It seems to be responding to the direction I point at, or responding to something I said before.

Kiro: Then I can trust you 100%.

-

As Kiro and MC continue walking, they come to a spot that looks like a cemetery.

As they approach closer to the gates, their watches start beeping at the same time and a mission notification pops up on the screen:

[Congratulations on triggering the mission: Howling Cemetery.]

[This mission is a hidden mission. Please reach the center of the cemetery within the specified time and drive away the evil spirits under the holy and immaculate angel statue.]

MC acts all surprised, as if she wasn't expecting this to happen, but she is shocked to find how calm Kiro is as he pulls her deeper into the cemetery, as if he was expecting something like this to happen.

Usually, whenever they'd discover hidden missions in games they played before, Kiro would get all excited about it, but his lack of reaction here causes doubts to arise in MC's mind.

However, before she can dwell on those thoughts any further, Kiro points to a spot up ahead.

Kiro: Is that the angel statue mentioned in the mission description?

MC: Yes, but the description specifically says "immaculate angel statue". So we have to "purify" it first, and then...

Kiro: Miss Chips.

MC: Yes?

Kiro: Before I start my mission, I have a question for you.

Seeing the smile on his lips carrying with it an inexplicable sense of mischief, alarm bells suddenly start to go off in my head.

——*:･ﾟ✧——*:･ﾟ✧——

[PART 3]

The small bat ornaments in the cemetery sway in the night wind. Kiro looks at me with a smile and speaks slowly.

Kiro: From the start of the game, I've felt like you've been keeping something from me.

Kiro: It's our first time playing this game, but you're always providing all kinds of assistance in the nick of time.

Kiro: You haven't done many tasks yet, but you can get a lot of game coins at any moment.

Kiro: This is clearly a hidden level. The mission instructions aren't very direct, yet you immediately realized how to clear it.

Kiro: If we consider it from the perspective of normal game flow, this would be too unbalanced.

I stare at him blankly, my mind a mess.

Kiro: You said before that you're able to do this 'cause of your powers as a Witch of Desire.

Kiro: So I've been thinking that... maybe you received some special personal mission?

Kiro: Like, getting me to say something like "satisfied"?

Putting on his brightest, most innocent smile, he asks a question that hits the nail on the head.

MC: Why are you talking about this all of sudden...

Seeing me hesitate and refuse to answer, Kiro turns around and walks towards the sculpture in long strides, as if he has planned this all beforehand.

MC: Wait, you can't go there now!

MC: Failure to handle the statue according to the task instructions will trigger a--

I quickly reach out and try to grab onto him, but unfortunately, my fingertips only manage to graze the corner of his clothes.

The moment he reaches the sculpture, the angel's face melts from top to bottom like wax, turning into a mass of distorted lines that made one's skin crawl.

Its hands, which were originally folded in prayer, suddenly drop and firmly grasp Kiro's shoulders, pulling him in front of it and holding him.

At the same time, accompanied by a burst of eerie sound effects, several ghosts sway left and right and float in his direction.

[You have fallen into a trap. Please escape within 3 minutes, or else the ghost will take you away from the mission area and end the adventure.]

MC: Kiro, why would you... you...

Everything happened so fast. Too many doubts flood my mind, and I even end up stumbling over my words for a while.

Kiro: Because I trust you, of course.

Although he is ensnared by the terrifying statue, he stretches out his voice and gives me a brilliant smile with sparkling eyes and a spirit of excitement.

Only now does he seem to truly be enjoying the game.

Kiro: I trust that as my "partner", you won't let me get eliminated so soon.

Kiro: So, are you willing to have an honest conversation with me?

Only then do I realize that he let himself get caught on purpose!

Since he has fallen into the trap so easily, I guess this game master already has a way of escaping, and is just waiting for me to reveal all my cards so that he can escape unscathed.

Thinking of this, I walk up to him and squat down with a bit of amusement, helplessly puffing up my cheeks.

MC: So a certain someone decided to run into a trap and take himself hostage to increase the difficulty of the game, huh?

Kiro: After all, what I want most is not just to play the game.

Kiro: Since I'm playing it with you, obviously it needs to be completed in the most interesting way possible.

As if to prove his words, he grabs my hand, puts it to his lips, and lightly kisses my palm.

A slight tremor is transmitted through my gloves. Although I can't feel his temperature and touch directly, it arouses another different sort of thrill in my heart.

Kiro: Tell me everything, MC.

He blinks cheerfully. Every time I gaze into those deep blue eyes, I feel as though whatever secrets I have, I should just lay them all bare.

But the taste of sweetness I get during this little spar of ours makes me want to drag out this situation with him for a while longer.

MC: Well... why don't you just test out that theory and say "I'm satisfied"? You'll know everything then.

Kiro: No can do.

Kiro: After all, I can't judge yet what sort of game mode will make us happier.

The sunglasses on his nose slip down a little, but he doesn't seem to care at all. He just looks at me fearlessly, as if taking a gamble that he is sure to win.

Holding my hand, he moves his fingers up along my wrist, stirring up a faint warmth.

Finally, he firmly interlocks his fingers with mine, his thumb stroking the base of my fingers as if to keep time with the gradually increasing tempo of the sound in the cemetery.

It seems like an urgent request, but also, a silent urging.

I don’t know if it’s due to the sound effects or the person in front of me, but I feel my heart beating faster.

The breath lingering between us causes the temperature of the air to rise by a few degrees. I blink and pretend to look calmer than I feel.

MC: But you have to cooperate with me first. Only then can we try out various things.

MC: Otherwise I'll leave you here and move on.

As soon as I finish my fake "threat", a light laugh falls into my ears. Kiro smiles and leans his head against mine for a moment.

Kiro: The "Witch of Desire" might decide to do that, but my Miss Chips definitely won't.

As he speaks, he sits back down against the statue and clasps his hands together in prayer. As he moves, a section of his well-defined wrist gets exposed between the black of his gloves and his cuffs.

The slender silver chain wrapped around his hand hangs loosely, dripping with scorching silver light along with the light of the moon.

Kiro: After all, no matter how interesting the game is, I can confidently say that the most enjoyable part is when we take risks together.

Kiro: We experience all kinds of things together, and finally reap the fruits of our victory together.

Kiro: So, come and rescue me.

He says that with such conviction that I can in no ways deny it. Whether participating in this game or carrying out such tasks, all I yearn for is to share in these joys with him.

As if to remind us that time is running out, the cemetery bells begin to ring, stirring up the crows to take flight, their black feathers scattering in the air.

Kiro: Without you, this would just be an ordinary role-playing game.

He still looks helpless, but his eyes curve up playfully, emitting a gem-like captivating light that makes it impossible for me to look away.

My heart is pounding. I'm the one who set up the trap, but now, my every move seems to be affected by him.

It's as if he is the hunter luring people into his trap.

As if to add the final weight to the swaying scale in my heart, he lowers his voice and asks in a bewitching tone.

Kiro: You are anticipating this as much as I am... right?

MC: I....

Just as I am about to answer, I suddenly realize that in Kiro's eyes, as he looks straight at me, there has been a glimmer of expectation hidden in them since I don't know when.

The word "anticipation" that inexplicably appears also makes me vaguely aware of a sense of disobedience.

Come to think of it, he seems to have mentioned "anticipation" many times today...

-[Flashback]-

Kiro: I knew you'd be anticipating this adventure as much as I have, Miss Chips.

Kiro: I'm anticipating what will happen on this journey more and more.

-[End of Flashback]-

Just as I would mention "satisfaction" to him from time to time, those meaningful words seem to have been quietly mixed in with his sincere invitations since a long time ago.

Even at this critical moment, he cleverly intersperses those words between his sentences, as if waiting for me to give a positive answer without noticing.

I raise the corners of my lips, put one hand on his shoulder, and move closer to him, almost putting all my weight on him.

MC: Someone requested that we have an honest conversation, but it seems that he too has many secrets hidden away in his heart.

MC: Your mission is to make me admit my "anticipation", right?

There is a slight ripple in his eyes, and the curve of his lips lift higher, neither affirming or denying the claim.

Thinking of the "traps" he set along the way, I poke his chest in revenge, then tilt my head in triumph.

MC: You almost had me fooled.

MC: Since my opponent is so formidable, I have no choice but to use special means!

Seeing that the ghosts around us are closing in, I pull my hand out of his palm, reach over his head and touch the sculpture, groping for a bulge and pressing hard.

After the sound of mechanical friction, the whole statue sways slightly and falls.

The dim lights of the cemetery gradually fade away, and all we can make out are each other's outlines in the dim light.

The sculpture rumbles, carrying us away from the sky and the earth, and sinking deeper into the ground.

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[PART 4]

After the statue comes to a stop, the wall lamps in the deep underground passage light up one by one, leading us to a door at the end of the passage.

Kiro: This is...

With a few quick steps, I take out the key from my bag, open the door, and invite him in.

MC: Welcome to the culmination of all your desires—the Witch of Desire's Hut!

The cozy room is already dotted with lively decorations. The adorably carved pumpkin lanterns emit a soft light, and dots of starlight hang from the curtains of the four-poster bed.

The air is filled with the sweet scent of cupcakes, and rows of sweet treats are placed around the room, just waiting for us to devour them.

Even the flickering candles exude a lighthearted pumpkin scent.

With eyes wide, he looks around. The flickering lights reflect a rainbow of surprise in his gaze, and his dark black robe is also dyed in an ambiguous warm glow.

Kiro: To think there'd be a place like this!

MC: This is the leisure suite I booked in advance when I booked the game.

MC: I discussed the layout with the staff for a long time and bought a lot of snacks that we both would like.

MC: There's also a private AV room, multimedia game room and bathroom next door!

MC: I had originally planned on waiting for you to say you were "satisfied" and then bring you here to enjoy a sweet holiday together...

With a bit of pride, I pull him to sit on the edge of the bed, tightly grab onto his sleeve, and narrow my eyes menacingly.

MC: However, I didn't expect you, Mr. Game Master, to be so uncooperative. I had no choice but to have you locked up early.

MC: But do you really want to complete your personal mission and beat me?

With the intention of teasing him, I smile and press myself against him, but he unexpectedly takes advantage of the situation and pulls me into his arms, holding me horizontally, his right hand wrapped firmly around my waist.

Kiro: I want to, but at the same time, I don't.

Kiro lowers his head, and his soft lips brush across my forehead.

Kiro: It's rare for us to take part in a live-action RPG game together, so of course I want to win and complete it with you to the end.

Kiro's thumb rubs across my waistline again and again, outlining an intimate arc, and the air between us is filled with a tender sweetness with each exchange.

Kiro: But what I want to do most is to make you anticipate every next second with me.

Kiro: To anticipate what surprises I will bring to you and what interesting things we will encounter together.

He slightly curves his eyes, as if to prove something, and hugs me tighter, dropping a light kiss on the corner of my mouth.

Kiro: There are a lot of things that are worth doing and experiencing together with you.

Kiro: So, I really want to hear you say to me that you anticipate what's to come.

MC: But if I say that, then the game will end.

MC: And that would be such a pity...

I too rub my thumb against his cheek, exerting a bit of pressure, and at the end, I punishingly bite his earlobe.

He lets out a slight gasp. Perhaps due to the dim lights in the room, the azure blue of his eyes appear tinged with a hint of darkness.

Kiro: Then let's talk about something else.

He tilts his head back and strokes my cheek with the tip of his nose, like a friendly greeting between small animals, but in a way that makes my heart melt.

MC: For example?

Kiro: For example...

He puts his hand around me with a bit of force, and with a slight creak, we fall into the fluffy and soft touch of clouds together.

Kiro: I want to hear you say, "The mattress is very soft."

The big witch hat on my head tilts to one side, and his gloves end up getting discarded during the movement.

The biscuits get scattered everywhere, and the sash that had been draped neatly over his shoulders spreads out on the bed like water, the wrinkled sheets mimicking ripples spreading out layer by layer.

I pick up a biscuit, pry open his lips and tongue, prop my chin up with one hand and gaze at him with a smile.

MC: Pfft… then I want to hear you say “the cookies are sweet”.

I trace his exposed neck over and over again, and smile as I cause those dark emotions to swirl in the depths of his deep blue eyes.

A soft laugh is followed by his breath and brushes past the tip of my nose. The soft, moist air is sweeter than candy.

Kiro holds the biscuit in his mouth, but does not bite it off or swallow it. He just raises the corner of his mouth silently.

His familiar warmth presses against my back, and without any clothing there to block it, my exposed skin is prominently branded with his touch.

His fingertips gently stroke up along the curve of my back, and a sweet shiver surges into my head, making my breath stutter and my cheeks flush.

Another chuckle follows, and those honey soaked eyes curve into an even more intoxicating arc, as if drawing pleasure from seeing my current state.

He gently raises his chin towards me and bites a corner of the biscuit with the tip of his tongue, sending me a silent invitation.

I don't know when my heartbeat started to speed up. I prop myself up and move closer to him, then lower my head and take a bite of the other half of the cookie.

As I taste the sweetness of the biscuits on the tip of my tongue, I suddenly feel a force on my wrist preventing me from breaking free. The hand that was originally wrapped loosely around my back suddenly tightens.

My line of sight shifts and he turns me over, pressing me under him. He takes off the silver necklace that was originally hanging on the edge of the bed and uses it to tie my limbs together tightly.

He swallows the half of his cookie and strokes his fingers against my cheek.

His low and gentle voice acts as bait, tugging at my heart and mind, prompting me to sink deeper and deeper into the scenes he has created.

Kiro: Very sweet indeed.

Kiro: Too bad I've tasted sweeter things.

MC: Hm? Such as?

Before he can even utter the words, I swallow them.

The breath on my lips smells like pumpkin, like cream, like all things beautiful and happy.

I blissfully close my eyes and let myself sink into his arms. That feeling of happiness continues to flow into my heart along with the sweetness that fills my nose and mouth.

MC: You're also many times sweeter than cookies, Kiro.

He gently pecks me on the forehead, and his slightly dropping eyelashes cast a dark shadow.

Those eyes that are usually so clear and flawless are now like a bottomless abyss, prompting me to descend into endless and prolonged joy.

I smile and kiss his cheek, reveling in the reassuring warmth of our skins.

MC: I also want to hear you say, "I had a great time tonight."

The sweetness that permeates my heart throbs, urging me to get closer to him.

Unknowingly, those words seem to have lost their original intent, but the clinging and tugging of our exchanges seems to have given them a more hidden and profound meaning.

The bright and cheerful colors of the room blend into a flowing vortex, making it difficult for me to tell whether this trap has caught him or ensnared me.

The arms around me tighten, and someone's sigh causes the air to burn with an unspeakable passion.

Kiro: MC...

His voice is a little hoarse as he pours out words that are both, a confession to me, as well as something he wishes to hear me say.

Kiro: "Stay here."

[END]

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