#Ignoring my artistic troubles

[daily-isabeau]

Following the Isa in a suit: Isabeau in a dress? 👀

He would look nice in green I think!

[3rdsday]

Tommy basically said "the DSMP was good because it was, and still is, loved" and that basically sums up my feelings on the matter too.

[fidgetspringer-art]

-Morningstar- Noah's jacket design.

[hellscribbles]

Colored a doodle of the silly changelings 🍎🍓

[krysmcscience]

It’s finally done, guys – five whole pages of Narilamb AU comic AND MORE be upon you! (If you have trouble reading any of the text, view the full-size! These pages are huge!)

Yeesh, this took forever. <:)

There’s probably a ton of inconsistencies and anatomy/perspective wonkeries, but this was mostly just comic practice, so Oh Hekkin Well, Lol <:D

(Yes, I am aware the Gateway’s door isn’t present in the Afterlife, and the actual way in is just a pentagram portal. Yes, I put the door in there anyway because Artistic License, i.e. it felt more impactful for there to be a prison door of sorts to walk through to freedom, rather than just a bland boring portal on the ground. 😠)

anyway, i hate backgrounds so much lmao

Alternate ending and a buttload of bonus art under the cut, followed by goofy AU rambles and headcanon stuff:

I’m calling it the Revival AU. It’s not all that creative a title, and someone else has probably used it already, but I am too lazy to really care, LOL

Alternate ending page, which you will Definitely need to view the full-size for, Whoopsie Daisy:

The alternate ending was actually the first ending I finished things off with, because I had a brief badbrain moment where I forgot the emotional beat I initially wanted the comic to end on, and I tend to write comedy, anyway. I later remembered and drew out the proper ending, but I preserved and finished this one, too, because it still makes me giggle.

They had to go back for the followers off-screen in the AU’s real ending. And by ‘they’ I mean just the Lamb, because they weren’t about to ask three newly freed cats to go back into what used to be their prison. The Lamb DID spend some time watching Narinder and the bois enjoying the outdoors first, though:

In other news, here’s the Lamb and me making fun of my anatomy-drawing ‘skills’:

Meanwhile, if you’re wondering why the Lamb is just a-okay with how things went down vis a vis Their Murder, this bonus comic should answer at least some of your questions:

Ah, yes, also this is how they get engaged outside of the alternate ending. Forgot to mention that bit. XD (I already refuse to believe that Narinder is capable of flirting normally, so why would his initial marriage proposal be any better???)

Oh, and before any of them get a chance to actually head back to the cult grounds, there is one potential problem:

And by ‘problem’ I mean something Narinder intends to ignore for At Minimum a thousand years. Cuz he’s a petty bitch like that. :D

what do you mean i drew the lamb too tall compared to the background? clearly they’re standing on top of baal and aym lmao, why else would you think those two aren’t in this one??? (aym and baal got way too excited about finally being outside, you see, and their silly modes are nothing to sneeze at)

And, speaking of heading back to the cult grounds, I’m sure y’all would love to know how the Lamb’s followers felt about the brand new change in management:

It all went better than expected. <:D Tiny ramble now, feel free to skip down to the next comic.

Before you ask, no, the Lamb does not have any actual powers anymore, other than the immortality Narinder definitely grants them. The Red Crown just thinks it’s funny to suggest otherwise, and Narinder does nothing to discourage this. Also, the Lamb and Narinder aren’t actually married here yet, but, uh. Pretty safe to say that particular ritual directly follows the events of this comic. XD

Given how quickly he mellows out in canon, Narinder probably chills out a lot in this AU once he’s in charge of the cult, too, if only because 1.) He’s finally free, and 2.) He’s equally smitten with and distracted by the Lamb. He’s definitely in charge at least 95% of the time, though, because the Lamb never actually wanted to be a cult leader and, now that their time as a vessel is done, they just want to be a normal(ish) sheep who’s wholly devoted to their hot new divine husband.

Some followers do still have some valid concerns about these two being together, though, which I’m sure at least a few of you might share…

Unfortunately for any such concerns, the Lamb is a bonafide masochist in this AU. :D

They’re also 100% a sub, obviously

Anyone at all: Your relationship is problematic and potentially toxic

The Lamb: fuck yeah it is, it’s so hot~ OuO

Here’s just the last panel, made transparent for whatever nefarious purposes y’all might have for it:

Additional exchange Narinder and the Lamb have at some point, probably after the Lamb does a fatal whoopsie while out on a mission trip or in response to things getting a little too sadistic in the bedroom, ahaha:

Look, there is a very important distinction between life and death, and if you don’t understand that, then you’re probably not worthy of being the God of Death, anyway. (At least, according to Narinder, and ONLY Narinder.)

Last but not least, have these shittens:

~Such creative naming conventions I have utilized, lololol~ :D Anyway, there's a few deets on them in the rambles down below.

The rest is all ramble, so before I get to that, I’ll just say – likes and especially reblogs are very much appreciated!!! :D If you happen to really really REALLY like my stuff, meanwhile, I do have a link in my bio to my ko-fi page, where I’m accepting commissions and donations if you’re especially generous… ÓuÒ

Now, BE FREE IF YOU AIN’T DOWN FOR READING MY GOOFY RAMBLES

First ramble is re: Baal’s question of ‘Did it really work?’, since I didn’t feel like expanding on it in the comic proper, and it’s arguably pretty vague? He doesn’t ask because he doubts Narinder or his capabilities, exactly, but because neither Baal nor Aym have ever actually seen their god at full power before (he’s still technically not at full power here, either). It’s not expressly stated how soon the brothers were brought to Narinder after his imprisonment, but whether it was early on or after a length of time for Shamura to (somewhat) recover from his attack, he must have already been weakened, since I have no doubts that there was a huge battle that accompanied the Bishops working together to trap him. So, between that fight with all four of his siblings, sharing his power with a variety of vessels over time, and being chained immobile for a thousand years, he must have been severely weakened by the time he lent the Red Crown out to the Lamb, which would have only weakened him further.

I like to think this is how the Lamb is able to defeat him if they refuse to be sacrificed, despite how it took all four Bishops working together to subdue and chain Narinder in the first place.

All that aside, the three cats have been trapped in the Afterlife for so long that Baal also wanted verbal reassurance that they are all, indeed, actually able to leave it now – something that I headcanon isn’t possible without a significant amount of power (i.e. the Red Crown’s cooperation with its bearer/vessel).

(On a semi-related note, I don’t headcanon Aym and Baal as twins. I like sweetheart big bro Baal and snarky little goth bro Aym too much to have them be that close in age.)

Ah, teeny thing: If you noticed I switched up the art style for Narinder on the second page, that was intentional. It's sort of a visual indicator that there has been a Big Change for him - that being, how much power he has after sacrificing the Lamb. As for why I changed up his arms in the grass rollin' pic, I don't really subscribe to the notion that his arms are spooky bones because they're horrifically injured (beyond chain-chafing scars, that is), but rather just because he's the Bishop of Death, so he can change how normal-to-spooky they look at will. At some point I might doodle out how I imagine his appearance to range between least to most eldritch... 🤔

Next ramble, regarding Narinder’s feelings towards the Lamb...he was initially too focused on being freed from his imprisonment to form any real attachment to them. They were a tool for his use, first and foremost, but he did notice their intense devotion towards him. It was impossible not to notice, because the Lamb was always very happy to see him, even if it was because they died during a crusade (yet again). He wasn’t originally planning to revive them once he was freed, either, because he saw no real point to it – after all, they were already dead when they first met him, just as any other mortal would be when meeting him in the Afterlife, so death has very little real consequence in his eyes. But, once the chains were off, and it really sank in that he stood to lose the most devoted follower he’s ever had, he decided…why put their soul to rest for good or leave them stuck in the Afterlife when he could just as easily revive them again? And why not reward them for their hard work, anyway? Not only would it cost him nothing by comparison, but the future devotion that could come of it would surely make up for his (bare minimum) effort in reviving them.

He wasn’t expecting to get a full dose of that devotion and a smiling face so soon after killing them, though~ :3c (because the Lamb is a bonafide freak, and not-so-secretly into the fucked up power dynamics going on here, lol)

I should mention here that I am firmly of the belief that any non-god/vessel who crosses through the Gateway and into the Afterlife just straight up dies. So, Aym and Baal? Also straight up dead, from the second Shamura brought them through. Their souls were just never put to rest so that Narinder could have some company – if only according to Shamura. Narinder kept the two around mostly out of bewilderment, because honestly, who are these kittens, and what is Shamura’s game here, anyway??? They never even explained anything, they just tossed these kittens into the Afterlife and LEFT!!! At any rate, Aym and Baal being dead is how I explain why their souls apparently become lost in the void if they’re killed, along with the added complications required to revive the two because of it.

So, with those deets in mind, and given a bit of time, if Narinder hadn’t chosen to revive the Lamb, and also hadn’t chosen to put their soul to rest, they still would have woken up at some point, despite being as straight up dead as Aym and Baal. Who, don’t worry, were also properly revived while Narinder was waiting for the Lamb to wake up. Because I am also firmly of the belief that, first, the dead cannot leave the Afterlife without the use of a ritual/relic (and can't stay in the living world for long regardless), and second, dead followers’ devotion isn’t anywhere near as potent as that of the living, given how much more the living stand to lose.

Final ramble, regarding the Lamb’s feelings towards Narinder, and why they’re so devoted to him…

Well, you don’t spend most of your life on the run with your steadily-dwindling herd, trying to evade the ongoing genocide of your species, without becoming a little fucked up in the head. Maybe a lot fucked up in the head. Life is suffering, so might as well have fun with it, right? Maybe start finding death and pain to be kind of hilarious, even a little bit hot, once everyone you know and love is dead and gone, leaving you all alone? And maybe after that, there’s something comforting in how, despite the cold, cruel uncertainties of life, at least you can always count on the inevitability of death, patiently waiting for you until your very last breath? Who knows. Either way, as soon as the Lamb was killed, and they learned that the literal God of Death was offering them a second chance at life and vengeance via effective immortality, they were 100% ride-or-die-devoted all at once. Turns out death is kinder than life – go figure. (Of course, it helps that Narinder is 100% their type.)

They weren’t put off by Narinder’s thinly-veiled sadism or manipulations, either – they’re not too different in those regards, albeit opting for vastly different methods. It’s a very ‘two sides of the same coin’ sort of deal. In order to stay alive once they were made the last of their kind, the Lamb had no qualms with using others to their advantage, and that did not change once they were revived and expected to run a cult. They didn’t care for the position of authority, though – being a sheep and all, they’re much more of a follower than a leader, and thus greatly appreciated Narinder’s need for control. With how they had to keep on their toes for so long, the Lamb was also pretty good at reading people by the time they died, so they could recognize that a lot of Narinder’s posturing was just that – posturing. Dude’s 95% bluster and only 5% bite. He could obviously be vicious when he wanted or needed to (the Bishops' injuries were clear proof of that), but underneath his outer layer of cruelty was a generous layer of tsundere, and underneath all THAT was a soft squishy middle sibling velcro cat in desperate need of attention and affection.

(Which, for the record, he Did Not feel comfortable getting from Aym and Baal – Narinder still has no idea why the fuck Shamura sent them to him, beyond acting as keepers at best or trying to sabotage his attempts to escape at worst. Which, he thought HE sabotaged in turn, by guiding the kittens into being his devoted disciples instead. He thought he was very clever for it. ‘I outsmarted Shamura!’ he thought, despite that there was never anything there to outsmart. ‘What do you mean, Shamura sent your kittens to me for company?’ he demands of Forneus later. It may or may not lead him to pull Shamura out of Purgatory just so he can shake them and scream about how they should have Fucking Explained that!!!)

But, getting back on track as to why the Lamb was so willing to be sacrificed, I cannot stress this enough – if you pay even a minimal amount of attention to what he’s saying, Narinder is REALLY NOT SUBTLE about his intentions. ‘Death is of little consequence.’ ‘Followers are for you to use to your advantage.’ ‘Sacrifice a follower to absorb more power.’ So, yeah, the Lamb knew exactly what would be expected of them once the other Bishops were dead. They knew Narinder would expect them to die for him one last time. But, after all, death is of little consequence (not to mention hot), so when the time came, they wanted to see him freed, even if it meant oblivion for them in the end.

He’d given them a second life, and the ability to avenge their kin, and they felt indebted to him for that – so, while they were still pretty glum about the possibility that they might not get to see him free of his chains, nothing beyond their devotion and debt to him mattered. They never wanted all the drama and expectations that came with the Red Crown’s power, anyway, so, better for Narinder to have it back so that he could deal with it. What he did with the Lamb afterward would be up to him, and seeing as he was their god, they’d accept his decision gladly.

Were they in love with him by that point? Oh, obsessively so, but only in the devotional sense – romance was nowhere on their mind nor radar. That is, until he unexpectedly revived them again, told them he still needed them, and then offered down his hand to help them up.

The Lamb fell HARD for him in that moment. :3c

And now, a tiny shitten ramble. Lu and Li are twins, because sheep tend to have those a lot, and are conceived not long after the Lamb and Narinder’s marriage ceremony. Lu is the minutes older one, but Li is much more mature. I have put no further thought into these two, other than that they are utter menaces, birthed by the Lamb, cling hard to both their parents but especially Narinder (who spoils them rotten), and they are both genderfluid, using whichever pronouns/names they feel like at any given time. They are also both intersex, same as the Lamb, who was initially infertile up until Something Something Vague Magic, which I have also put no further thought into ¯\_(シ)_/¯

oh, and before anyone tries to suggest i headcanon this AU’s lamb as trending more female due to them giving birth or whatever, no, no, a thousand times no, they might have a vag, but they've also got a dick, and even if it's not as big as they'd like, they still know how to use it

Finally, the very tentative name for the Lamb in this AU is Yazdi, which is really just another name for the Baluchi breed of sheep XD (Not that the Lamb is this specific breed, I just didn’t like any of the other sheep-related names I found, ahaha...)

THAT’S ALL FOR NOW (collapses into an exhausted pile of goopy limbs)

[twizzie-lairs]

My Darling, My Honey

Alastor X Fem!Reader (Part 7)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Quick Notes:

You, the reader who is an artist, and had become Alastor's sweetheart, have just died.

Alastor is about to find out.

Part 7:

The sound of a singular gunshot rang clearly in the night that had been so peacefully quiet up until that moment in time.

Alastor, with the engagement ring in his pocket, who had been peacefully reading a novel within the confines of your shared home, nearly ripped his book in half upon hearing the sound of a gunshot in these woods.

The forest around here was part of his private property, anyone who dared to trespass or hunt in his neck of the woods was shot on sight. Many people ignored the plentiful and very obvious warning signs, so it wasn't his fault so many people ended up becoming your and his meals. Everyone else just thought the law didn't apply to them, straight-up criminals. In his eyes, they all deserved it.

Thinking it was just another nuisance, a "tsk" left Alastor's mouth as he grabbed his shotgun and headed into the woods.

After a few minutes of walking, he finally caught sight of the transgressors. Two men that he, unfortunately, recognized right away as the men from the bar who liked to push his buttons by harassing you.

The seething rage pooled in his core, bubbling up into his chest. This was his chance to get rid of those nuisances once and for all.

They would trouble his darling no more.

For him to get into a better position to take the men out, he crouched down and quietly circled around them like a hunter playing with his prey.

After circling around to position himself behind the men, what he wasn't expecting to see was the most nightmarish sight he's ever seen.

His beloved sweetheart, soon to be betrothed, all disheveled and tied up against a blood-splattered tree with a bullet lodged in the middle of their forehead.

Your eyes were lifeless. There was no doubt about it, the love of his life was dead.

Alastor didn't need to even think before pulling the trigger on the men, shooting one after the other, over and over, even after their bodies had hit the ground.

He. Was. Enraged.

By the time Alastor was done with them, they looked like Swiss cheese, barely strung together.

Alastor's breath was heavy, his chest heaving, near hyperventilating, his eyes were enlarged and his mind was focused on one thing. You.

His beautiful love, he couldn't bear to see you in this state.

In his oddly manic and shocked state, he untied you from the tree and took your body back to your shared home in the woods not too far from here.

For a few moments, his rage was replaced by sorrow and mourning as he buried you in the backyard. As fucked up as he was in the head sometimes, he would rather die than think about eating you. You were sacred to him.

As he laid you down into the ground, he embraced you once last time and took the ring out of his pocket. He placed the ring onto your ring finger and kissed the top of your hand, "In life and in death, I am forever yours, as you are forever mine. I love you, dear."

After you were buried, the rage returned like a vicious tsunami. Oh he wasn't done with revenge just yet.

Every single man or woman that ever mistreated you or offended you, was put on his list.

This night was the catalyst that gave birth to the serial killer known as the "Bayou Killer".

Alastor stopped visiting Mimzy's bar since your death, with his sole focus and dedication in life going to hunting down those that had harmed you in life. After all, they deserved it, you were like an angel to him.

But what Alastor didn't stop doing, was broadcasting his radio show. So many of his connections were made because of his show, so it was a valuable resource to keep active, to use to his advantage.

Alastor continued living his life like this until every single name was crossed off his list.

It was then that it was time for his luck to run out.

Right upon the killing the very last person on the list, was Alastor also shot right square in the forehead.

Before his consciousness faded into black, all he could hear was the muffled panic of a stranger who seemed to be apologizing for mistaking him for some sort of animal.

All Alastor could do was chuckle at the irony of the whole situation, the maniacal laughter was the type that only a madman could produce- before everything went dark and he died.

He thought he would never see you again, because surely, his beloved sweetheart would end up in heaven right?

The answer to this would remain a mystery for many decades to come as Alastor descended into Hell and became who is now widely known in Hell as "The Radio Demon".

-> Part 8

[writingroom21]

Okay imagine this reader goes in a all boys school pretending to be a dude to cover up her brother but soon rafe later knows she's a girl since she's in the guys shower room😫

A/N: I literally love this idea so much. She's The Man is one of my favorite movies.

Boys Bathroom

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex(wrap it up), p in v, overstimulation, squirting, oral (f receiving), fingering, semi public sex (communal bathroom), (let me know if I missed anything)

wc: 3.6K

The plan was simple. You would go to the school for two weeks and then swap places again. It shouldn’t be that hard to fool everyone since the two of you are twins. Since your parents found out they were having twins they got the two of you matching things. Your cribs, toys, clothes were all bought to match.

 The only downside was one of you is a girl and the other is a boy.

When the news was broken to them, they had mixed emotions. On one hand they get the best of both worlds with one of each. The other is that they planned on having the same gender twice. They tried to look past it and throughout childhood it was fine. Your dad had the perfect little boy to play catch and watch sports with. Your mom had a little angel that she could dress up and show around. 

It was all perfect until you hit puberty. Max, your brother stayed the perfect son that he always was. But you had become the wild child of the family. You weren’t really wild, just not the picture perfect daughter they had in mind. In middle school you started to not want your mom to dress you, leading to arguments about how you dressed.

Then now in highschool you are focused on being an artist, which isn’t an ambitious enough job for them. You would think that after their divorce they would stop agreeing with each other. But no they will always agree on one thing, you are too much to handle. They just don’t like how outspoken you are and how you will not conform to the version of you they want.

They focus on you so much they don’t even realize that it’s Max they should be worrying about. Sure he gets good grades and he never gets in trouble, it doesn’t mean he’s not doing things. You are always covering for him so he can sneak out of the house. Driving him around after he got so drunk with his friends that he can’t function. They don’t see that side of him so they worship the ground he walks on. 

They love him so much that they are now sending him to a prestigious all boys school. Max has been complaining about it all week since they told him. It’s a boarding school so he will be under 24/7 supervision. Which is a no in his books. Max has done everything basically to try and get out of this to no luck. Leading us to the moment the plan was formed.

“Come on please. Just do this one thing for me.” Max pleads at the end of your bed. You continue reading your book ignoring him and his weird request. He says your name to get your attention. “I’ll get you something when I come back. A token from Bora Bora sounds nice right?” You scoff at his audacity. “Dude I’m not going to pretend to be you so you can go on some vacation. It wouldn’t even work, you're a guy and I’m not.” Max throws himself on your bed, face planting onto the sheets. “If you do this for me I’ll get mom and dad to lay off your art school decision.” The book drops from your hands and you stare at him. You don’t have to think, getting them off your back is much needed. “Fine.”

The wig itches your scalp as you fix your clothes making sure your binding doesn’t come loose. The last thing you need is for it to come undone and your boobs come out. It;s the second day at the school, everyone seems to be buying that you are Max. Your best friend had shown you how to place wigs on, making sure that it can’t get loose. It seems to be staying in place so you can’t complain. You have to get used to squishing your boobs so much but it’ll be okay.

Your parent’s had splurged for Max to have his own dorm so you get to relax in your own space thank god. It would have been perfect if it weren’t for the boy next door. You had been unpacking when a knock interrupted you. Alright show time. You open the door to be greeted with one of the hottest guys you have ever seen. He has to be at least six feet tall, with hair you just want to wrap your fingers around. Don’t even get you started on his blue eyes. 

You were so caught up with checking him out that you didn’t notice he said something. “Hello?” He questions with this weird look. “Huh?” You clear your throat and make your voice deeper. “Sorry, what did you say?” You stand up straighter, trying to make you look taller. “Said I’m Rafe. I'm in the room right next door.” He points to the left. 

“Nice to meet you, I'm.” Your name almost slips out but you covered it with a cough. “My name's Max. Want to come in.” Rafe shrugs, entering and looking around your room. There’s not really much to look at. The walls are bare and the clothes are all put away. The desk has books for the classes you’ll be in and unfortunately a box of pads. Rafe spins around to you.

“Dude why the fuck do have those?” He practically shrieks. He’s pointing behind him and you follow it to see the box. Fuck you had forgotten to put them away. “Oh I have a twin sister that likes to prank me. She always packs something embarrassing in my bags.” You try to explain. Rafe listens as you fumble through your words, kinda weirded out that some dude has chick products.

“You have a twin?” He really doesn’t believe you. Instead of explaining further you pull out your phone, finding a picture of yourself to show him. Rafe looks at the photo and then at you trying to find similarities. “I can see it.” He looks closer at it again. “You know she’s kinda hot.” A blush forms on your cheeks. “Thank you.” Your eyes widen when you realize what you said.

“I mean she would say thank you or something dumb like that.” You laugh off. Rafe just nods at you slowly making his way towards the door. He can’t wait to get out of this room, something about you just isn’t right. “Right. Uh I gotta go. See ya man.” He was out of the room as soon as the words left his mouth. Leaving you there hoping you didn’t give yourself away.

The next few days you saw Rafe everywhere. He was in two of your classes, English and Biology. You’re thankful that your English teacher had assigned setting by last name. You were far away from him but your eyes would still find him. Looking at the back of his head and averting your eyes when he looks back at you. It didn’t help that he decided to be your lab partner for biology.

He sat down next to you, throwing his books down without saying a word. He doesn’t know why he can’t stay away. Rafe feels like something is wrong but at the same time he wants to figure out what. It’s the reason why he sat next to you and why he notices the things you do. He tries to play it off as if he gets close to you that he’ll likely get with your twin. If only he knew it was actually you.

The two of you watch each other in the cafeteria as you eat. Eyes meeting and looking away just to look back. At this point Rafe thinks you're gay, he has nothing wrong with that, it's not his type though. His friends are talking around him but his brain is playing a game of tennis. Throwing ideas out left and right.

Maybe you are just socially awkward and that's why you act like that around him. Or you are from some freaky conservative family that sheltered you for too long. All his thoughts just keep playing in his mind, every interaction on display to dissect. This game of cat and mouse continues for the first week you are there. You are just counting down the days until you can leave.

The stress of not getting caught has been eating you alive. Both of your parents have been texting you to go to their house since you weren’t there the following week. They think you are still staying at the other parents house. A risky plan but they only talk to each other when you do something they don’t like or when Max does good in something. The idea of them finding out has been eating you alive. 

You had called Max, anxiety getting the best of you. “What do you want?” The call is a little fuzzy, his international plan seems to be only doing okay. “You need to come home like now. I can’t keep doing this.” You can hear people talking in the background of his call. He says something to them and the noise dies down. “Listen it’s just one more week you can do it.”

“Max no you need to come home. Mom and dad keep asking me to come home. What if they find out?” If he was there right now he would slap the back of your head to have your senses come back. You’ve always had the flare for dramatics in his eyes. “Relax mom and dad arent going to find out. I’ll be back before they even notice. Just one more week.” You give in knowing that he won’t come back.

In the hallway Rafe was making his way to his room after coming back from a run. He was in the middle of taking his headphones off when he heard voices coming from your room. Curiosity got the better of him and he moved closer to the door, resting an ear on it to get a better shot. He heard it all, from the begging of your brother to come back to him saying he’ll be back in a week. What he can’t really understand is the voices.

Without a doubt he believes the female voice to be you, Max’s twin sister. What he can’t wrap his head around is the male voice on the other end. In his mind he knows that it’s you, it had to be. But the voice sounds different, the tone and octave aren’t the same that he’s been hearing. It's confusing to say the least. He goes to his room when he hears the call end, piecing together all the information that he knows. Which isn’t much.

You get awkward around him when he tries to talk to you in class, acting like a pre-teen who can’t talk to girls. Now that he thinks about it there’s a good chance you are gay. He catches you checking him out in English and the lunch room. Always tables away with your eyes glued to him. Then there are the times where he will see you blush at something he says. Rafe knows he’s a good looking guy. Girls were constantly throwing themselves at him before his dad sent him off to this shit hole.

He ignores the rest of his thoughts as he winds down from his run. Taking the necessary post workout vitamins and shakes he has. During this time you had made your way to the bathroom. Having to share a communal bathroom has not been ideal for this situation. The only times you can shower is super early in the morning and late at night. Since you are not a morning person, night showers it is. 

Peaking your head out your door you check the hallway to make sure no one is coming. Once the coast is clear you book it to the bathroom, running into the shower stalls. The stalls don’t have doors, just two curtains. You would think for the amount of money it takes to go here they would have better showering options. You strip in the first section letting the water heat up. When the water is hot enough you get in. Even for the lousy coverage they do have nice showers.

It was large enough to have double the space needed. There was a detachable shower head that had amazing water pressure. Plus a little bench to keep your stuff on not only in the changing space but the shower as well. Let’s just say that these showers have been the highlight to all of this mess. You get under the running stream, the water coats your body. Warming you up as you stand under the stream.

You go through your routine. Washing your hair you start to hum to a song that’s been stuck in your head. Getting lost in the moment you sign the lyrics softly, switching to different songs that randomly popped up. You were so distracted that you didn’t hear that someone had walked into the bathroom. Rafe had come in to wash away the sweat from his run when he heard singing. 

He stopped for a moment when he realized it wasn’t a guy singing. That or this poor guy’s balls haven’t dropped. He walks closer to where the sound is coming from. Making sure to keep his footsteps light. The last thing he wants is for the person to hear him and stop. He stops in front of the stall where the voice is coming from. Yeah there’s definitely a chick in there he thinks. Without really thinking about what he’s doing and how he’s close to becoming a creep. He pulls the first curtain aside, walking in. “Who are you and what are you doing here?”

You let out a small scream, scared from the sound of Rafe’s voice. You stand there frozen not knowing what to do. You’ve been caught, the person on the other side obviously knows you aren’t a guy. “Well?” You let yourself grab the curtain, pulling it around you so you can look at the person. “I’m so sorry. It’s a really long story actual-” Your words die when you see who it is. Rafe.

He’s as shocked as you are, both of you have wide eyes. “Your Max’s twin.” Then he says your name, to double check he had it right. “What the fuck are you doing here.” You want to answer, you really do. But his towel is hanging low on his waist, his toned stomach on display. That’s when it clicked to him, Max wasn’t gay because it wasn’t Max. It was you.

It all makes so much sense now. “Max wanted to go on vacation so he had me pretend to be him.” You don’t look him in the eyes. Mostly out of shame of being caught, the other being that you are too busy checking him out. You can’t help but wonder what he looks like without it on. A pink blush graces your cheeks at the thought. The reaction is noticed by Rafe.

He then realizes you are naked behind that curtain. Your wet body is right there for him to grab, only separated by thin plastic. He looks you up and down, mostly seeing your silhouette due to the curtin being slightly white. His dick is getting hard just thinking about you and how wet you must feel. He covers himself with a hand the other holding his shower stuff. “So you’ve been pretending to be him this whole time?”

“Yup.” You clutch the plastic to your chest, the water hitting the back of you. “Well this is awkward now.” He scratches the back of his neck looking at the ground. “I told you that I thought you were hot.” He laughs, shaking his head. When his hand falls back to his side you take it in yours. Hoping that your bicep can help the plastic keep you covered. “It’s okay. I think you're hot too.”

Maybe it's the fact that he has a pretty girl in front of him or the fact he hasn’t been laid in a while since being her, but he’s about to lose control. Fuck he’s been so desperate that he imagined you that night after seeing your photo as he masturbated. This is honestly a dream come true for him. He laces his fingers with yours, placing his things down. 

“You know I read somewhere that we should be saving as much water as we can. Mind if I get in with you?” Rafe never read that anywhere. The only reading he does is when he’s texting or doing school work. You will never catch him reading something about climate change or whatever. You smirk as you look up at him, dropping the curtain to take his towel off. “Mhmmm. Wouldn’t want to be wasteful.” He leans over you, his height allowing him to see all of you as he looks down. 

Your hands graze up his thigh, fingertips dancing along his dick. One of his hands cups your face to bring you in for a kiss, the other plays with a nipple. He backs you up to the wall and deepens the kiss. His hand moving lower to rub your clit. Your hand tightens around him, a moan slipping your lips.

He pulls back to watch your face, wanting to absorb every moan you let out. From the side of his eye he sees the shower head. He smirks down at you, pulling his hand back and taking yours off him. “Is everything okay?” You’re worried something happened and he wants to stop. “Yeah pretty girl it is. Why don’t you sit on that bench for me?” Even though it was a question he meant it as a command.

You hesitate at first, concerned about how sanitary it is. Then you see the look in those pretty blue eyes and your concerns vanish. Sitting down, you watch as he takes the shower head down, switching the stream setting. He’s probably going to regret this later but he kneels down on the tiles. Positioning the shower head between your legs, the strong stream hits your clit. You didn’t see that he adjusted the water temperature so it wasn’t burning hot.

“That feel good?” Your hand flies to his shoulder, nails marking his flesh. “So good.” You moan out, trying to be mindful of your volume. Rafe gently moves the head around, creating circles on your clit. It feels so fucking good. He leans over you, attaching his mouth to one of your nipples. He sucks on it while his unoccupied hand finds your entrance, teasing a finger in you.

Rocking the finger back and forth, he adds a second when he feels you relax around him. The sensation of his mouth, finger, and water is too much. You are biting so hard on your lip to stay quiet that you’re bleeding. You release your lip with a wince, the sharp sting radiates in your bottom lip. Rafe looks up at the sound, eyes clocking the red coming from the cut. “Poor baby.”

He licks the blood, giving a quick suck to your lip to make sure he got everything. “It’s just too much for you, isn't it? Hmm?” He taunts as his fingers increase in speed. Your climax is right there, you can feel it in your fingertips. “Please Rafe. I” You sob rips it’s way out of your throat, your orgasim over powering. You are physically shaking from the intensity but he doesn’t let up. He keeps the water right where it is, his fingers increase their pace. He goes back to sucking on your nipples. You try to tell him it’s too much but all that comes out is moans. 

It feels like your orgasim is never ending. Then with one more stroke to your g-spot you were gushing. Rafe takes the shower head away, still fingering you to get you to squirt more. You keep drenching him, his fingers now rubbing your clit furiously only making it worse. He drops the shower head, his hand shooting up to cover your mouth. Silencing you moans as the last bit comes gushing out of you. You’re spent, body limp from that earth shattering orgasim.

“That was so fucking hot.” Rafe bends down and starts to lick you clean. Dying to get a taste of you. You push his head away from how sensitive you are. Your clit feels like it’s on fire. He pulls you up and turns you around to bend over on the bench. He’s not going to last long, he was close to blowing his loud just watching you. There’s just no way in hell he’s giving up his only chance to fuck you.

Before you could protest he’s already slipping in. You’re so wet that he slides right in and bottoms out. He gives you a second to adjust and then he’s ramming his hip into you. You’re still sensitive so your next release builds up quickly. He wants to be embarrassed from how fast he comes, he really does. He just can’t find it in him to really care.

You feel so good wrapped around him, your walls constricting him so tight. He barely had room to keep fucking you as you second orgasim ripped through you. He quickly followed, pulling himself out and jerking off so he could paint your ass. It’s okay because he’ll wash it off of you in a second. You get up after getting your bearings and the two of you wash off. “That was really fucking good.” You dream out loud. 

Rafe gives you a kiss, nibbling on your lips. You wince due to the cut. “Sorry.” He gives it a kiss better. “Same time tomorrow?” You smile and nod.

Safe to say the following week was spent sneaking off at any given chance you had.

[renthony]

It's truly fascinating to me that the American 1950s moral panic over TV never really went away. It's lessened, sure, but there is still a very strong, pervasive idea in mainstream American culture that TV is a "lesser" form of entertainment, that it is more likely to feed viewers dangerous ideas, and that it "rots" your mind in some way. TV still gets treated as a mindless form of entertainment without much artistic value--or, at least, not as much artistic value as other mediums.

I often wonder if that perception makes laypeople more inclined to ignore labor issues in the television industry. My personal experience is that it's very hard to get anyone outside of media and fandom spaces to give a shit about things like the SAG-AFTRA and WGA strikes. I've routinely had trouble even getting other union organizers to give a shit about the struggles of the entertainment unions over the past couple years. There is such a strong perception that TV is not art and entertainment industry jobs aren't "real" labor, and anyone investing significant time or energy into the industry is either a sellout or a dumbass. And that makes me feel shrimp emotions.

[kanmom51]

https://twitter.com/parkjmwins/status/1782358915939774874

Idk whether you will even answer this ask or will block me but this is exactly why JK had similar concept pics like Jimin. Jikookers made it to be romantic while Fandom made it to a joke 'JK always copy Jimin' (ofcourse). I've seen you making multiple posts about Jikook concept pics being match is a proof of them being a couple when in reality Hybe don't even take permission of original artist before using their ideas for another. One hybe label just got into trouble for copying newjeans and according to CEO min heejin it was BANG SHIHYUK who wanted to copy newjeans to create a second version of them through illit. And guess what he made sure illit gets 10x more success than newjeans, a 2 day song was already charting in different charts including hot 100. The same bang shihyuk who ignored every bit of Jimin's success but shamelessly copied his ideas and visions of concept pics for another favorite member. He shamelessly asks staffs to copy original ideas of artists who created them and use them for a cheap version of the said artist, Newjeans and Jimin are just examples.

Was it JK's fault ? Not necessarily but unlike rookie Illit he had power and capability to make his own decisions and use his own visions instead of doing what he was asked to do by the staff (his words) but he didn't and sat comfortably while using another person's hardwork. If you still think those similarities were because they were couple then idk what to say because in that logic Newjeans girls and Illit girls are dating.

Talk about TikTok generation ask.

Linking me to a tweet that has zero actual information and/or proper discussion, just stating a fact that isn't necessarily even a fact. Ignoring the full picture (like y'all do when it comes to Jikook as well, btw).

And I also find it so so funny how you are basically hanging your all on something that a very problematic figure within the Kpop industry is claiming, all to try and deflect from despicable behaviour she's being accused of, including using and revealing private info of Hybe idols obtained in illegal and despicable manors, perhaps including having to do with certain private info leaking of certain BTS members (including the one person that you so vehemently claim to love and stand in defense of).

You think that by sending me this link you are proving something?

You say that you read through my posts. Well, obviously you've missed those many posts I've written explaining how JM and JK being a couple can be deducted not from one action or one behaviour alone, but the combination of many many actions or behaviours. A puzzle built of not 10 or 50 or 100 pieces, but one built of so many many more.

I find it funny how with everything that has been going on with JM and JK you guys are still at this.

We're back to JK copying JM.

Like seriously.

Like even if the whole NJ Illit thing was true there was some kind of a comparison to be made with these two men.

Like JK, who's album concept is 180 degrees different than JM's doesn't have stylists at his beck and call to create a concept that isn't a full on copy of JM's. Right down to the studs and colours and minutiae details of some of the outfits.

Like if he did copy JM, that same scorned poor JM (that's how you guys love to portray him, as a damsel in distress awaiting you to swoop in and save him) CHOSE to fly to NY to be with JK and spend Silver day there with him, travel with him multiple times and spend his entire 18 months in the army with that awful copy cat JK.

Your ask tells me that you have zero understanding in human interactions and relationships. JM saying time and time again, JOKING time and time again, about JK copying him, it's a tease but also something that he LOVES. How he inspires JK, how JK perceives him as his catalyst.

But this here, the photo concepts and the whole of JK's wardrobe while promoting, claiming it's all about copying JM is just bull crap. This was planned. And it was planned by the two of them. It's not a coincidence that JM happens to wear the bottom part of a two piece outfit months before JK wears the top part of the same exact outfit.

And if we are talking about copying, is it the concept he's copying or is he so far gone that he's literally copying down to the smallest of details?

Like seriously. You think that's about copying JM?

Or because it worked for JM so he thinks it will work for him? Literally same hairstyle rocking as JM had in Face? Cause why not use a concept that works? Seriously? JK's all "I should do this cause it worked for JM so it will work for me"?

Was that what he was thinking when he rocked a highlight of JM's hair colour over the years? That the colour works for JM so I should have a strand of that colour in my hair as well, copying his success? Is that the theory you're working with?

Or when JK wore the same jacket as JM on Valentines day, you know, in a clip that JM himself records and uploads, that JK also copying JM?

Babe, this isn't just about the concept pics either. And it's not just about Face and Seven or Golden. Wearing the actual same black leather or leather-like pants just because he couldn't find any other pants? That level of copying? Or perhaps it wasn't about copying and more about mirroring.

About "You are me I am you", which they have been screaming at the top of their lungs for years now!!!

It amazes me how you have zero issue in taking an over decade long complex super close relationship (no matter how you perceive it they are super close) and simplifying it into "JK copied JM's concept because JM's concept worked for him", or to even compare whatever went on with JK and JM and those similarities to a claim made (by a disgruntled and caught red handed employee of Hybe) about one new GG copying concepts and whatever from a GG that's been around for 2 years now. No connection between them. No long term relationships between the groups. One group supposedly copying from another. Yeah, definitely the comparison needed to be made between that and Jikook's behaviours or decision making.

How infantile of you.

Oh and that paragraph of yours at the end. Laughable really.

Like I already said, go compare 2 GGs in two different companies to 2 men that have been close for over 10 years now. And let's also disregard the long history of those two doing the similar and same outfit (during official shoots, performances etc, or during their free time) thing and look at this one single concept.

Probably styled (funny how the styling seems to be similar for years now on many occasions, and just with the two of them)

Not styled.

These are just examples of MANY MORE instances.

Oh, and I suggest you go read this post too. Not mine, but recently written and oh so relevant to the conversation.

I can't help but wonder how different your pov would have been if one of those two young men was a female. Just thought I would throw that in here too.

But I gotta give you an A for persistence. You guys, you never give up, do you? No matter what JK and JM will throw at you, you will find a way to twist it around to fit your narratives. I guess you also think that JM was forced into enlistment with JK, ah? And their trips together and the content that will drop, also forced on him? I guess him saying otherwise isn't enough to convince you guys either, right? I love the way how you guys are so intrenched in your belief of victimhood that you don't even listen to what JM himself tells you. You love him so much that basically call him a liar. Good for yous I guess.

So, to clarify my answer to you, just in case it wasn't as clear as day already...

You do you, cause nothing I tell you, or show you, or you know what? Nothing that even JM himself will tell you or show you will satisfy you. Because you are living in a self built fantasy of what and who JM is and what and who those that surround him are, all to fit that narrative of yours in which he needs you guys as his saviours and knights in shining armour to swoop in and save him from the big bad JK.

One more thing.

JM's Face was a masterpiece.

We all agree on that. JK included.

He adores JM, he's his no. 1 fan and he's been showing us this throughout 2023.

JK is not a person that would callously copy a concept used by a bandmate just because it succeeded for his bandmate and might work for him too.

Let alone from JM.

His person.

Not even if, as you put it, he was told to do so by the powers at be (which yeah, he'd tell to go shove it up their asses if they ever did 'tell' him to do that btw, and they wouldn't do it anyway seeing that they know that would be his exact reaction).

So, no.

That is my answer to you.

Just a whole big fat NOPE.

No to copying. And surprisingly no to blocking you.

Yet.

[robin-the-enby]

Hello! I was wondering if you could do a Markus(DBH) x Reader where she is the S/O of Leo Manfred, but the relationship is definitely not a happy one. Like he insults her and pushes her around all the time.

If that is triggering please ignore this request! Hope you have a lovely day! :)

You can think that you're in love, when you're really just in pain...

Pairing: Marcus x f!reader

Warnings: use of Y/N and she/her pronouns, female reader (appearance is not discussed or mentioned), swearing, mentions of psychological and physical abuse, Leo is a gaslighter, I guess that' it

A/N: OMG, I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! Will you ever forgive me? 😭 But I took my time with this piece (and honestly might have gone a bit overboad) and while it did suck the soul out of me, I am very proud f it and hope you will like it. I made the reader female in the end, but the appearance of the reader is never mentioned, she is only reffered to with she/her pronouns, so I hope that's not a problem. If yes, I'll make sure to change it ;)

By now, you knew these streets by heart, that's how often you visited Carl Manfred. The old artist liked to joke that you were his in-law, given that you were his son's spouse. This wasn't the only reason however, because Carl also thought you were a kind and gentle soul and he really hoped that Leo saw that and tried to better himself in life, if not for himself, then for you at least.

Carl only talked well about his son, preferring to think about the god times instead of where exactly it went wrong and whose fault it might have been. But your presence was calming and very much enjoyable. He did have Marcus to run errands for him and take care of him, but you offering your helping hand gave him the feeling that he oh so lacked - his family taking care of him, now that he couldn't do it very well himself.

Even though you and Leo weren't married or even engaged, the old artist still considered you family. After all, you have been with Leo for a few years now, the thought of you leaving from his and Marcus' lives was strange and one Carl did not like to think about. Although...

Sometimes, when the house got quiet, when Marcus was fetching some paints or doing other errands in town, Carl would think. To be fair, he didn't know what you saw in Leo, even though he'd never admit that. He knew that opposites often attracted, and he really did hope your love would help Leo, whenever he'd ask you how his son was doing, no matter what mood you were in, it instantly changed. Something in your eyes...shifted. You looked tired, somehow older in those times, and he could see there was a heavy burden weighing you down. When it came to talking about Leo, you stuck to the basics. "He's doing fine." you'd say with a smile. But whenever Carl would ask hopefully "Has he found a job yet?" or "Is he...clean now?" you found that you could not answer. You didn't want to worry the old man, but it felt wrong to lie to him either. So you just hung your head low and admit quietly that no, he doesn't have a job and no...he isn't clean. You tried to lighten up the mood by saying he's looking for a job, which wasn't really a lie, at least, Leo insisted that he's looking for employment any time you'd bring that topic up, but you suspected Carl had stopped believing you at some point, although he never said so.

Today, you were once again visiting the old man and his android. It was strange to think that Marcus wasn't human. Every time you interacted with him, you almost forgot about it, enjoying his presence around you that much. Marcus was...serene. He wasn't loud, he wasn't crass and he was always kind. To everyone. Even if it created more trouble for him. Sometimes you wished you didn't have to leave. That you could stay with them. You were pretty sure Carl would be more than happy to let you stay, wishing for the company of his loved ones, even if he never said it, and Marcus...well...Marcus would be happy if Carl was happy. If you could call it happiness. It was strange to imagine that Marcus has never experienced any emotions at all. It made you a little sad. But the fact that he didn't know what emotions were and so he couldn't be aware of the fact he's missing something made you feel a little better. Although sometimes...sometimes it felt like Marcus was...different. Many a time have you seen him just...space out. You could see the, probably very much real, cogs in his head turn as he processed...something. But what that something was? You weren't sure.

Pulling your car into the driveway of the Manfred residence, you didn't even attempt to fight the stretch and the deep breath you took. It felt so freeing to be here, far away from...well, home. And the air was so clean and fresh, too! You could spend the whole afternoon sitting in the garden, just breathing. Carl sure did have taste when he picked out this place to live out the rest of his life at. It was calm, mostly quiet and smelled so, so good. Most people don't realise how amazing fresh air is until they taste it with their lungs, you thought to yourself. But even as you were here, your mind couldn't stop comparing everything to how it was at home. The yelling outside and inside. The constant sense of unease. The constant suffy air that wouldn't get out of your apartment, no matter how long you left the windows open. And you knew you had to come back. This place, as nice as it was, was just a break. A small oasis that would fill you up with strength until your next visit. But your reality was out there. In the downtown Detroit, in the tiny apartment you were renting.

Maybe if Leo admitted that he has issues and put his pride aside just once, you wouldn't have to take up so many shifts. You could actually like your job. You could do so much more than to just keep the both of you alive. Maybe you could have a bit of peace. But you doubted that. No matter how hard you tried, how much you did for the both of you, it seemed to never be enough. You took up extra shifts to treat the both of you to some nice meal? The apartment wasn't clean enough. You deep cleaned the apartment? You didn't cook dinner. You didn't have money to lend him? He didn't believe you, unless you showed him. And god forbid you asked him what he needed it for. Or if you complained.

Shaking yourself out of your thoughts, you made your way to the front door. Yes, reality wasn't...perfect, but you wouldn't let it ruin this moment for you. Or, at least, you would try. As you were about to raise your hand to ring the doorbell, a figure appeared from behind the corner, abruptly stopping at the sight of you. You whip your head around, startled a little at the stranger's sudden appearance. But, as your eyes focused on the person, you recognised Marcus. His intense eyes that never made you feel unsafe, his short hair, which you weren't even sure was real, you thought briefly, and his firm build...

"Oh, (Y/N)! I'm sorry, I didn't want to scare you..." Marcus apolgised with a very sincere feeling smile. You chuckled slightly at your reaction "Oh hello, Marcus. It's alright, you just startled me, that's all." Marcus was quiet for a moment, and judging by the intensity of his gaze, you assumed he was assessing your vitals to ensure you really were alright. At first, the intensity with which he looked at you sometimes unnerved you, but when he explained it was just to make sure you were physically and mentally alright, you relaxed. It was handy to have someone that could tell you something was wrong with just one look, something you yourself might not have even noticed.

"Carl noticed your car, so he instructed me to tell you that we're in the garden." Your mouth made an "o" shape in silent understandment as you nodded and followed Marcus around the house. The short walk was silent, but comfortable. Soon you could see Carl relaxing in his wheelchair in the sun, looking as content as can be. You couldn't help the smile that bloomed on your face at seeing him. You've come to learn that this place, these people, were your safe place. You felt free here, not judged, not scrutinised. Nobody expected anything from you here and everything you did for Carl or for Marcus was met with appreciation.

Carl turned around at the sight of your footsteps on the small stone path and his face lit up "(Y/N)!" he exclaimed, opening his arms for a hug. You hugged him shortly and greeted the artist. "It's so good to see you! Come, come, sit down, let's have a chat!" he urged you as he moved towards a wooden bench overlooking the various flowers and bushes in the garden. From what you knew, Marcus not only took care of the old man, but the house, and by default the garden, as well. And if that was true, then he did an amazing job. The colours of all the petals were radiant and fresh, bees buzzing around happilly. It was a lovely sight. Sitting down, you made yourself comfortable. Carl stopped in front of you in a way that he could comfortably talk to you, but let you enjoy the sight as well. Something was telling him you needed it.

"Marcus, could you get us some drinks please?" he asked his android assistant gently. You always admired how Carl treated Marcus with such respect and care, as if he was a real person. All the time, you were met with people abusing their androids, seeing them as things to care for their every need, including receiving their master's anger. And although it felt obvious that one should treat their helpers respectfully, it was still a nice change. Another perk of spending time here. Marcus nodded with a small smile, asking Carl what he would like. "Some tea would be nice." Carl replied and Marcus turned to you. For some reason, you felt your face warm up slightly and you looked away from his enchanting eyes. Your mind ran a million miles per minute, trying to come up with something that wouldn't troube him too much. "Uhm, just some lemonade, please." you stammered after a second. Marcus nodded, never mentioning your stutter or pointing out your awkward behaviour.

When the android disappeared from view, Carl looked towards you "So, how is everything?" he asked, smiling. You never liked to answer that qestion, No answer felt right unless you went into detail, but you didn't want to burden him with all that. So you did the thing people usually do, you smiled and waved your hand dismissively "Ooh, you know. Everything is the same. Nothing interesting happening in my life." Carl nodded, but you were sure that being the perceptive person he is, he could see right through you. So he nodded without pressing the issue, and instead decided to press another one. "And how's Leo?"

It was as if that protective curtain around your happy place opened and you were exposed to the harsh light of reality. As if on autopilot, you hung your head slightly, the idea of looking into the old man's eyes suddenly uncomfortable. You chuckled awkwardly and shrugged "Yea, Leo's...Leo's good." you said, but your voice was small, void of the confidence and cheeriness it once posessed. Truth was, you haven't seen Leo in two days. He has been ignoring your calls as well as your texts. On one hand, you were worried about where he was, what he was doing and with who. But on the other...You were relieved. Your home is finally quiet, you don't wake up in the middle of the night to unexpected company coming over, because Leo invited them for a red ice party. You feel bad for feeling good when your partner is missing, but at the same time you can't help but enjoy it.

Sometimes fate has a strange way of playing with our lives. And it seems that in your case, Carl chose this day to finally choose the uncomfortable topic and interrogate you. "(Y/N), what's wrong?" the artist asked softly and you wondered when exactly has this became an intervention. "Nothing's wrong, work has just been tiring." Not a lie, but not a complete truth either. For some reason, you felt ashamed to admit to Carl how has Leo been treating you. You knew it wasn't right, but you also weren't someone who'd let others just push them around, and you knew Carl knew that. And maybe that's why you didn't want to tell him. Besides, how do you tell someone that their child is a toxic abuser?

"Cut it out (Y/N), I know something's wrong. Now, I know Leo doesn't have a job and that he's still on that...thing." Carl said the word as if it left a bad taste in his mouth "But I feel like there are things you haven't been telling me." The worst thing about this conversation wasn't the fact Carl knew you were lying to him, it was the way he was so nice about it. You felt like this whole thing was wrong, for some reason you felt like he should have been mad at you, should have been asking why you were so stupid as to staying with his stupid son, who everyone knew was a scumbag. You sure felt stupid. And yet... "You know I wouldn't do that." you smiled at him while racking your brain for an exit out of this conversation. "Hey, Marcus has been gone for quite a while, huh? I'll go help him out a bit." you didn't wait for an answer, already standing up and heading to the backdoor. Carl turned around to look after you and from behind you, you could hear him call out, cheekiness masking his worry "I may be old, but I'm not senile!"

Stepping into the house was like teleporting to another world. While the garden was full of colours and bustling life, the house was quiet and the brown hues of the furniture and decorations almost made it feel sleepy. But it let a lot of light through its big windows and it didn't feel heavy or suffocating. The worst you could say about it was that it felt serious, but glancing at the life sized giraffe taxidermy in the living room disproved even that claim.

Following the soft clacking of mugs and the conistent hum of the kettle, you made your way to the kitchen. Marcus was standing at the counter, preparing Carl's tea, your lemonade already done on a small tray on the table. His broad shoulders moved uder his uniform and you found the movement...mesmerising. And while observing Marcus quietly was quite normal for you, as creepy as that sounds, this was the first time you felt as if your...affection, towards the android might not be as platonic as would be appropriate. You were taken for pete's sake, you couldn't be fantasising about another man like that! But, you reasoned for yourself what was the harm? It wasn't like Leo was here and even if he was, he'd probably pay little mind to you. You would be surprised if he could even stand still for more than half a minute.

"I know you're there, (Y/N)." you heard Marcus chuckle, successfully bringing you out of your thoughts. You realised that during your internal argument, you have leaned against the doorframe and probably was watching him like a creep the whole time. Great. "Heh. Somehow, that does not surprise me." you chuckle in return, hoping to brush off your inadequate behavior. Marcus' shoulders shake in silent giggles as he looked behind his shoulder at your drink "Your lemonade is done. Do you want to drink it outside with Carl?" he asks and you shake your head. "It's okay, I'll stay here for a while, but I'll join you two afterwards." you explain, hoping he doesn't push the matter. But it seemed that luck was not on your side that day.

"Did Carl's questions about Leo tire you out?" Marcus tried to joke, but he quickly realised he must've brought up a sensitive subject at your lack of a positive reaction. You just hung your head, as you were used to when talking about your boyfriend and smiled, although the expression held very little joy. "Yeah...sort of." you said quietly and sipped on your lemonade. Your brows scrunched together and you odded a little "Hy, this is some really good lemonade!" you commented, hoping to divert the conversation once more. Marcus thanked you and finished with Carl's tea. Then, he wordlessly picked up the tray and went outside to give it to the man.

He was gone for quite some time, that you almost thought that you would really be left alone, even though you didn't know whether that was what you wanted anymore. But it seemed that Marcus was more in tune with your emotions than you would've guessed for an android. He quietly sat down next to you and after a bit of silence, during which he probably ran through all the things he could've said, he finally spoke up. "Why Leo?" Yo had to say that it was the last question you expected, although, you didn't really know what you were expecting.

Sighing, you shrugged "I don't know...anymore." you added after a second, deciding that if you were to tell someone about your troubles, it would be Marcus. Would he tell Carl? If he asked, which you know he would, then the android would tell the artist everything. But hey, at least you didn't have to do it yourself. "Anymore?" Marcus asked quietly and you felt those gorgeous eyes trained on your face as if it was the only thing he could see. You nodded "Yeah...I guess- I guess he wasn't that bad at the start." you shrugged, the memories of him showering you with sweet words and gifts that weren't expensive, but that much more meaningful, almost gone from your brain. "And then I found out about the drugs and I thought-" you took a sharp breath in, already feeling the familiar pressure behind your eyes "I thought, he loves me, I'll be there for him and help him get through it. But he never got better. And when he blamed everything on the drugs, or on the withdrawals I believed him, because...Well, because I never thought I'd end up in that kind of situation, you know?" you chuckled, the noise laced with self deprecation.

You felt his hand land on your arm gently. A fleeting thought of how warm his hand was crossed your mind, before you heard him speak "It's not your fault." You quickly nodded "I know, I know, but it doesn't feel like it, you know? From a young age, we are warned of the signs of abuse in relationships, so how could I have ended up in one?" you sighed "I just feel...stupid." Your shoulders sagged and you slumped a little in your chair, as if a tremendous weight was lifted from your chest.

Even though Marcus was already lookng at you, you somehow felt his gaze sharpen "Is he..." he breathed out and it looked like he didn't know how to phrase what he wanted to say, which made a weird feeling spill throughout your gut, because it was strange, almost unsettling to see the lovely android, who is always so composed, at a loss for words. "Does he hurt you?" "No, no!" you were quick to assure him and you could see his shoulders droop as he relaxed his posture slightly. "He can be a bit rough, but-" you shook your ead again "it's no a big deal."

"What do you mean, rough?" Marcus presed on, his tone still as gentle as if you were a scared animal that could run away if he made one wrong move and yet, his eyes never left yours and when you looked at him, looked at those beautiful eyes that you were sure could count as a piece of art, there was...emotion behind them. You were sure of it. You've lived around androids for the better part of your life and you knew how they looked, even when they were assisting someone. Never ever have you seen such intensity behind synthetic eyes. And yet, you almost felt...relieved. You cleared your throat "Oh it' uh, it's ot a big deal..." you tried to reassure him once again (or maybe you were trying to convince yourself it hasn't gone that far, that hope and love haven't blinded you towards physical abuse as well) "Just sometimes when we fight, he grabs me a bit too roughly. It usually doesn't even leave a mark." you shrugged, but as you were saying it, you realised how horrible it sounded. So you stopped yourself before you'd dive into explaining how sometimes it was not just grabbing but shoves and pushes that you'd endure from Leo when you were too uncooperative for his liking.

You turn to face Marcus again and he looks a you with such sadness it almost feels like it was him who went through thaat. It wasn't just pity, the kind of look the pharmacist would shoot you every time you'd come for that one cream to help soothe your skin after a rough argument with Leo. But no, Marcus seemed...almost heartbroken, the kind of heartbroken a child is when their beloved pet dies.

"You don't have to put up with it you know?" Marcus asked gently, although it felt more like a reminder "You only have to say a word and I'm sure Carl would have nothing against-" you stopped Marcus' rant by putting a hand on his chest "I know, I know," you said nodding "but I don't want to bring Carl into this. He shouldn't have to put up with whatever mess Leo gets into, let alone my problems."

"It's ok to ask for help." he put his hand over yours that was on his chest, caressing yor skin lightly with his thumb. Your eyes were immediately drawn to his and on yours, the contact making your cheeks heat up as you mentally cursed yourself. "I know, but..." you trailed off "I just feel like...if I got into this mess, I have to get out of it. I don't want to-" you groan "I guess I don't want to give him the satisfaction of having that complete control over me. I know it sounds stupid-" you went to pull away, feeling the hot shame flow over you, making you want to cringe away from your robot friend. But Marcus only queezed your hand and tugged you closer to him. "It's not stupid. And there's no need to be embarassed." he reassured you and you shot him a quick smile, which he reciprocated, before you continued "So yeah, I guess that's why I never...said anything. Besides, he's not always like this. Sometimes he wakes up and is the textbook version of a doting boyfriend. I guess...I guess it made me hope that something could be done, that if I try hard enough, he'll see what he's doig and we can ge through it together." you chuckled sadly and this time, Marcus hugged you.

At first, you went stiff as a board, not expecting such a gesture from him, after all, Marcus has never been very touchy, since he wasn't programmed for that, but by now you were suspecting that Marcus could do more than what he was programmed to do, even if you didn't understand how that worked. Gradually, you relaxed into the hug, letting your arms gently wrap around his neck as his were wrapped around your waist. You let your head rest on Marcus' chest and as you breathed in, you caught the smell of his clean clothes. The warmth rdiating from his body was also something you couldn't complain about. You stayed like this for what must have been minutes, before you felt the android shift. Thining he was done with the hug, you went to let go of him, but his arms only tightened around you. You looked up at him only to find him already looking down at you, his eyes portraying some sort of inner conflict.

Just as he was about to voice whatever was on his mind, you registered hurried footsteps as well as rushed sentences beig exchanged, and not in a positive manner. Both you and Marcus let go of each other just in time before Leo rushed through the dooray, visibly seething, with a worried Carl on his heels.

"I told you dad, I just want to talk to her, so either you tell me where she is, or-" he stops mid sentence when he sees you and Marcus in the kitchen. He looks disheveled, his hair tussled, his clothes wrinkled, he looked sweaty and the whites of his eyes were very red, no to mention his pupils, which were way out of proportion. For a while, he just looked beween you and Marcus, his gaze jumping from one to the other, before he nodded and chuckled throwing up his hands "Well isn't this just great. I come home to no girlfriend, no car, no food and when I finally find her, she's all over a fucking robot." he sneers first at you, then at Marcus. Leo takes a few steps towards you, extending his hand as if to grab yours and you can't help but back away out of habit. Leo, of course, notices this and chuckles awkwardly "C'mon babe, we're going, the taxi won't pay itself." he says it as if he was lightheartedly joking, but the tension in his voice as well as his body gives away his real emotions.

And for some reason, something inside you...switches. You've had enough. Enough of not being appreciated, enough of being ordered and pushed around, when you deserved something, someone much better. Someone who would hold you tenderly, who would smell like fresh clothes, who would be warm and lovely, who could at least take care of himself.

"I'm not going anywhere." you said calmly, shaking your head. Leo looked at you like you just grew another head "Sorry?" And you gladly repeated yourself, adding "Maybe if I would've known where the hell you've been for the last two days, I would have waited for you. But I guess I'm not worth picking up the phone for. That is, if you even have it." you allowed yourslf to release the frutration that's been building up inside you for god knows how long now. Carl's eyes were wide, shocked fromhearing all this new information about your relationship with his son.

"Babe, you know I was busy-" Leo tried, but you were having one of it "Yeah, I see how busy you are. Couldn't you at least wait until you sobered up till you came here?" you scoffed. Leo narrowed his eyes at you and growled lowly "Listen, we can talk this through at home, no need to make a scene." And you actually laughed, catching all three men present slightly off guard "Cause a scene? You roled up here in a taxi, which you expect me to pay for, because no way you have any money on you after wherever you've been, you barged in like a hurricane and demanded to see me, and why? Just because I dared to drive somewhere? The ca is the only thing you have to your name, you live in my aparment, off of my and your dad's money, which you still send on useless shit. You don't help me out with anything, whatever I do is not enough, even though last time you actually put any effort into our relationship was years ago, so when I decide to take a break and visit a place I actually feel welcome at, it's still somehow my fault."

Maybe if it weren't for the fact that your soon to be ex boyfriend's face was getting redder with your every word, you could actully focus on the weight being lifted from your soul after that monologue. But Leo didn't look just mad, but insane. A small part of you started regretting your words, but feeling Marcus' and Carl's presence slightly calm you down. Still, when he took another step towards you,your body tensed up and you took an instinctive step towards Macus, trusting him to intervene if something went wrong. And given how your stomach squeezed uncomfortably, the situatio was more than likely heading that way.

But Leo, of course, noticed this "Bullshit." he spat out "I try, so fucking hard to please you, to be enough for you. Every day, all I think about is you. So sometimes, I need something to help me relax. But none of you," he turned around to direct his words not only to you, but his father as well "none of you get that. You all just bring me down." at this point, Leo was borderline yelling and you tried to stop your body from shaking, out of fear or adrealine, you didn't know. "I was worried, have you thought about that?" he focused on you again"I was worried where you were, what happened. So I looked for you. And when I finally found you, my fucking girlfriend, what do I see?"he turns his attention to Marcus now, both of the men staring deep into each other's eyes "I found you all over this fucking piee of plastic." he growled with disdain "I have no idea what you and dad see in these monstrosities-" he would continue, if it wasn't for Carl jumping in "Leo, that's enough!" the old man said sternly, even though you knew very well how much it pained him. As Leo was turning around to face is father, Marcus grabbed his shoulder firmly "Perhaps you should leave." he said, keeping his voice calm, although you knew that he was anything but calm. You never noticed how expressive Marcus' eyes were until today...

"Not without her I'm not!" Leo jerked away from the android's hold, turning to face you again, bringing you out of your thoughts. "I told you, I'm not going anywhere." you said, suddenly more tired than anything "I'll pay for your fucking taxi, but it's the last time I ever want to see you." you offered, just wanting him to be gone already. You knew you didn't have to do it and that it would probably be wiser to not do it, but you just wanted him out of everyone's hair. At least for today. Carl sure didn't need this day to be more stressful than it already was.

Surprisingly, Leo huffed "Fine." and you pulled some money out of your wallet and handed it to him. And with that, he turned on his heel, muttering "Fucking bitch..." as he walked out, making Carl almost scold him again, but you placed your hand on his shoulder as a sign to let him go.

After that exchange, the tension disappeared from the room, until Carl moved to the table and you sat next to him, Marcus standing by Carl's side. For a while, none of you said a word, until he old artist sighed "I knew something was wrong, but I didn't know it was that bad." he muttered apologetically and you shook your head "It's ok, you couldn't have known." and after that, you had a very long conversation with Carl about you, Leo and everything that has been going on with him. Some of it he knew, most of it he didn't. You went through many different emotions during that conversation. Frustration, anger, but mostly relief. It was finally over. When the tears started maing their way down your face, you felt Marcus' hand gently squeeze your shoulder and you grabbed it with a sniffle, intertwining your fingers to ground yourself. You felt Carl's eyes follow your every move during that interaction, but you didn't look at him.

Finally, after the tears had mostly dried, the old man sighed "I think...I think I need to lie down." he said quietly and you almost apologised. Almost. Mrcus let go of your shoulder to help him, leaving you alone. After they disappeared up the stairs, you stood up and went into the small bathroom on the ground floor, to wash your face, now sticky from all the tears you've shed, but also to get your mind together. You knew you would have to leave at one point, but you really didn't want to go to your apartment. And definitely not alone. After all, Leo still had the keys. Changing the locks would be a pain, as well as making sure he won't try to pull some other shit in the ext few weeks, maybe even months. You knew that there was a chance he would leave you alone, but something was telling you it would not be so easy. Not with Leo. You sighed and returned to the kitchen, only to find Marcus already there, waiting for you.

"Would you like a cup of tea? There's an herbal mix that should help you calm down." he asked you so gently you thought you would start crying again. Instead you just sniffled and ndded with a thsnkful smile "That would be lovely, thank you." As Marcus started preparing the tea, you found yourself sanding awkwardly a few steps away from him, leaning against the counter. It felt wrong to just sit down. You didn't even know what to do with your eyes, or what to say, but luckilly Marcus beat you to it "Carl said to tell you that you should stay here tonight. Unless you don't want to of course." he informed you as gently as before. "No, that would actually be very nice, thank you." you said, relieved "I'll nee to bring some take out for him as a thank you." you said, knowing very well the artist liked some junk food every once in a while, despite his doctor's protests, as a treat. "You don't have to do that." Macus turned to you, while carefully filling up your cup with the hot water. You shook your head and closing your eyes with a sigh "It's only right, after what happened today."

Suddenly, you feel a presence right in front of you and you open your eyes to fid Marcus right in front of you. He leans forward, resting his hands on the counter on either side of your body, looking deeply into your eyes "You may feel like it, but none of this is your fault. You didn't deserve the way he treated you and you're not stupid, or a failure for getting tangled up in that." he said quietly, but firmly enough to let you know you should better get it through your thick head sooner than later. You gulped as you got lost in his mesmerising eyes that told you how sure he was of what he has just told you. And suddenly, your hands found their way to his chest, catching the android slightly by surprise. His eyes seemed to pull you in, until you realised that your faces actually were getting closer, both of you leaning towards each other, none of you brave enough to clos the gap entirely.

You saw something in Marcus's eyes shift and he exhaled, lowering his head unti it was resing on your shoulder. You almost automatically wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close. "I'm sorry, I..." he started, but agai, didn't quite know how to continue "This is all very new to me, but... something is telling me I- we should wait." he confesses, chosing to bluntly say what he was feeling, probaby figuring out you knew he gained the ability to feel and that he definitely felt something for you. He could feel you nod next to his head "Yeah, that's...that's probably for the best." you pulled away slightly, and he could sense that your body temperature rose slightly, especially in your face "But in the future...I would really like to try again...I think." you said bashfully and Marcus couldn't help the smile growing across his face.

Sure, you had a long journey of healing and finding yourself ahead of you. And inevitably, he would have to talk to Carl about his deviation, but as long as he could figure out his newly gained sentience alongside you and help you flourish again and find that spark that had almost been snuffed out of you, he could wait for eternity.

[ybklix]

𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲 ♡ 𝐒𝐨𝐚𝐩 ₊⊹

CRY BABY .♡⊹ (( bang chan )) mdni part one part two

part four

Chapters:

5: alphabet boy ((word count: 5.1k))

6: soap ((word count: 4.9k))

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—warnings / content: smut, soft voyeurism, masturbation, fingering, oral sex, daddy kink, inexperienced fem character x bang chan

FIVE: alphabet boy

but you're not my daddy and i’m not your dolly, and your dictionary's destroyed ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

After the maze of emotions that Celeste felt and tried to ignore, she was able to control herself a little and managed to get into Hyunjin's car on her way home, on a successful night, after her first date in general. Along the way she analyzed Hyunjin and tried to convince herself that… somehow and another, he had to go and developing feelings for him would be in vain, she would end up missing him hopelessly… plus she wasn't one hundred percent sure if Hyunjin saw her that way; but on the other hand there was Chris…. Chris would be there, looking so good and being her teacher for long months of torture, since she promised herself to establish distance, besides living next door to her was agony. She couldn't stop thinking about him, his handsome silhouette even just waiting for a cotton candy. And the coincidences of things, why did she have to see him everywhere? Celeste thought maybe there was a reason.

She thought about him, the agility of his hands, his long fingers, and his concentrated image, she felt a little bad, but it was time for her to admit that she was completely attracted to her professor and mature neighbor. How could she not like him? Plus they could carry on a conversation without any trouble at all. He was interested in the same things, and he was so kind and friendly showing interest in every single thing Celeste had to say, suddenly Celeste's lack of affection was triggered like crazy as she found someone with the initiative to want to get to know her and, for the first time in twenty years she felt the immense need for attention, but not from just anyone, just specifically Chris's attention.

Celeste looked at Hyunjin for a few seconds, quickly marking the differences between him and Chris driving, but without a doubt, they had something in common she thought, they both looked so handsome doing the slightest thing. Then suddenly, like a hormonal beginner, she blushed and began to feel strangely hot and, horny.

Dirty thoughts invaded Celeste's mind, she wondered if she should try to make it all like a movie, where the girl invites the guy to spend the night after a date in anticipation of a sexual encounter but… she had never gone that far, she was afraid of ruining it since she was a total inexperienced and incompetent to sex, or at least to its practice; she was already an adult of course she knew what it was about and the infinity of subjects it covers but, her slight perfectionism distressed her knowing she couldn't be good. The sensation was also new to her, it had been years since she had felt a sexual desire and suddenly, a release of built up tension in her body at such an inopportune time as she was simply sitting next to her classmate. What bothered her most about the feeling of being aroused, was that she couldn't control who she was aroused by, she thought all the time about Chris.

Hyunjin tried to strike up a conversation with her, he was so curious about the famous star pianist; it was the reason why he talked to her in the first place and, because there was something about her that caught his attention right away, that she was a shy artist with a sweet but sad look. Hyunjin knew that once the semester was over he would have to go back to Seoul, that he should be a crazy college student living his best life far away from his country… but no, he was not like that, so he saw himself reflected in the peaceful Celeste. Since he met her, he kept a distance, not wanting to relate too much with Celeste, because he knew how emotional he could be… and once the affair was over and he had to leave, it would hurt too much not to see Celeste; but still there he was, taking her on a date, giving his best so she wouldn't like him too much.

After a while, she almost sighed as she saw that they had finally arrived at her house, she tried to calm down, she knew that sudden bursts of excitement were so common in women and she should blame it on the fact that maybe she was ovulating… but she couldn't manage to calm herself down.

“Thank you, it was a lot of fun today.” she smiled at Hyunjin.

“Sure, let's go somewhere else some other time.” he told her, watching his pretty companion get out of the car.

Just at that moment, Chris was also passing by on the street in his car, about to park it in his garage as he had come in from a spontaneous night out with Leah, she had dialed him during the afternoon almost begging him to take her to the carnival in town, Chris couldn't say no, he would never say no to anything his adored and precious Leah could tell him, but he was a little sick of having to return home every time they saw each other, he was looking forward to the weekend, only then could he stay at her apartment, or she can finally sleep in his arms in his new home.

As he drove by he couldn't help but notice the car parked in front of Celeste's home, and her getting out of the car… curiosity tingled Chris… who dropped Celeste off?

Celeste got out of Hyunjin's car and almost ran into her house, she was absolutely alone, her mother was with her older sister, she hadn't seen her father since yesterday and her brother was on a little school trip for academic competition. Celeste was so horny that she thought it was a waste that she could get someone into her room without any trouble, but there was only her.

Once she went upstairs to her room, she felt the slight dampness of her pussy touch her underwear and the garments were beginning to suffocate her, she was so new to this sensation that in an impulsive movement she began to undress quickly, ready to turned off the fire in her with a shower. As she stripped off her clothes, she could notice her reflection in her full-length mirror. She looked at herself for a few moments, naked… thinking about the intimacy of sex, thinking that she should be as she is now when she finally decides to start her sexually active life.

She looked at all the angles of her naked body, not out of vanity, but reflecting that maybe being a virgin in her twenties was not so bad, she was an adult and if she decided to start having sex, it would be the most normal thing, she was not just another young girl, she wanted to convince herself that she was a woman with needs, the need to also be touched by another man, and her mind could only project someone.

And that someone… to her surprise, he was able to enjoy her close-up show.

Chris returned from the carnival and felt dirty as he spent time in the crowd and the slight dirt kicked up by the air, without further ado he headed exhausted to his room, tossing his phone on the bed and ready to grab a couple of products he still had packed as was his skin care, in a suitcase under his window, but there it was again, the bright light from his student's room sneaking through his room, Chris didn't bother to turn on the light switch, he always liked the dark and was very well suited to it. He sighed in frustration, as he concentrated on removing his thick chains and bracelets of his wrists, so he could shower better and, thinking that one of you had to set boundaries right now, no longer leaving the window without the curtain… in disgust, Chris thought it would have to be him, by taking care of Celeste, though Chris wasn't sure what he should be taking her care of… Himself? Besides she had been living there longer and it was him invading her space and routine, maybe having the window unprotected was most normal for her since no one lived next to her for a long time.

Chris was diagonal to his window, ready to grab his stuff and go to the bathroom but, once he looked up, his body took a big impression that it was even hard to move from there, paralyzing himself. Chris wondered: what the fuck was Celeste doing standing in front of her mirror naked?

Chris opened his eyes in shock and swallowed nervously, after seconds he looked down sharply… he was so shocked that he couldn't think of anything else, no matter he closed his eyes tightly and averted his gaze; the image of Celeste bending down while sliding her underwear off, played vividly in his mind.

Helplessness gripped Chris's body, and, misplaced by adrenaline, his heart raced and he clenched his fists tightly… he didn't want to do it, he really wanted to turn away and not see her, or at least Chris was trying to fool himself, and couldn't she see him too, hidden in the dark?

Shaking with excitement, he shook his head slightly and opened his eyes again, watching Celeste analyze her body, he could see the glorious reflection of the front of her body through the mirror, showing a nice view of her breasts and well cared pussy.

Chris was so excited all of a sudden, he bit his lip only thinking about how much he wanted to grab her around the waist roughly and penetrate her hard, giving her a good reason to cry. The only moving muscles in his body was his uncontrolled chest, rising and falling heavily with fury, his throbbing hard cock and his eyes moving exhaustively recording every inch of Celeste. She was looking so exquisite to him, he thought, her round ass I'd do anything to pound it right now, her delicate nipples, shit, she was so hot.

And what turned Chris on the most was Celeste's carefree movements, looking this way and that of every millimeter of her body…. Chris thought she looked so innocent but of there was such a high possibility that her actions were the opposite, undressing and leaving her window wide open, looking for an excuse to provoke him and, if that was the goal, she was doing so fucking well, Chris wanted to corrupt Celeste by misbehaving, going around provoking and heating up her teacher.

Chris wanted to possessed her body right now, he wanted her so badly, but he had more left to do than fantasize and stand still watching.

Celeste was so focused on the strange but pleasurable feeling of her wet folds and pussy every time she moved her legs, she was so exasperated that she only decided to go into her bathroom, she washed her hands and sat on the cold marble of her sink, opening her legs and trying to stimulate herself, only for a few seconds her fingers felt so good the softness inside her, but it was not enough, she sighed in frustration and withdrew her fingers, wishing deep inside her that it was Chris touching her.

And on the other hand, for Chris, only seeing her leave could bring him back to reality, he let out a deep sigh and shook his head softly; he didn't want her to leave, he lowered his gaze to her heavy hard bulge drowned in his pants, licked his lips and exasperated thought that she should be there finishing what she caused, it wasn't fair.

Once she turned around with her back to his window, Chris came to his senses and felt incredibly guilty, giving him little twinges in his chest berating himself Chris, what did you do?

He had been so carried away by desire and pleasure that he didn't think clearly, he wanted to convince himself that the one to blame was Celeste who was strutting her ass like a slut, but he knew he was just as much to blame for watching and worse, fantasizing about her.

Chis groaned as he felt the friction of his pants as he walked and slid his curtain down hard, he was so wrapped up in arousal that he struggled all the way to his bathroom where he slowly removed his pants and let out a sigh again as he felt the fabric of his underwear rub against his cock until he released it, exposing his swollen, sensitive dick, hard as a rock, in need of attention.

It seemed absurd to him that he was so turned on by just seeing her naked… as if he had never seen another woman naked before, he was so hungry for action that he gasped when his hand held his erection, he felt so bad that it was Celeste that was the reason for his arousal, to think of her in every possible position at Chris's mercy.

He finally removed all his clothes and felt the warm water fall on his body, the truth was he wanted an excuse for more noise in the room as he was about to masturbate and, he knew it was impossible for her to hear his panting, it still caused him to panic that he would somehow be discovered, as if masturbating was suddenly a crime… but it was for him, at least thinking of Celeste that way, since he had a girlfriend.

Chris took his cock, closed his eyes in pleasure and began to move his hand up and down its length imagining that it was Celeste, that it was her delicate and skillful piano hands holding his cock, caressing it mercilessly, Chris imagined her wet pussy making noise as he penetrated her with force and her sweet tears sliding down her angelic face as she cried out and begged for more, her lips, oh her lips, he thought, enjoying his manhood as if it were a sweet lollipop. Chris increased the pace of his touches, sliding his hand hard and pulling his erection as he gasped uncontrollably, it felt so good, and he knew it would feel a thousand times better when his fantasy was complete. He forgot the last time he felt masturbation this good, making him climax between whimpers, cumming in his hand and his semen shooting out, mixing with the water of the shower, mindlessly babbling Celeste's name once he felt his load spurt out.

Chris tried to catch his breath as the water trickled down his back. It felt so good but so wrong at the same time. He tried to gaslight himself, arguing that it was as if he had seen something pornographic that caused him sudden arousal, many men in a relationship consumed porn, although Chris was never one of those men, he had no need to watch it since every time he wanted sex or to feel pleased, he expressed it without problem to his girlfriend and, despite their former distance, she was always ready for him, no matter the time difference, agreeing to do facetime sex… but today, today everything was different for Chris, tonight it was just about Celeste.

He tried to calm down and carry on without thinking too much about her, but he couldn't sleep, he was between the dilemma of desire for his student, and what an incredibly bad person he was being to his girlfriend, he didn't deserve her.

For her part, Celeste came out wrapped in her towel and stood static, feeling her blood pressure drop in fright at the sight of her uncovered window, she always forgot that detail, she hated herself for being so clueless, with embarrassment she saw that Chris’s window was covered and prayed that it had been that way for a long time… otherwise he had seen her naked and needy. Celeste walked over and pulled down her blinds in complete sorrow.

Private enough, because… if Chris saw her naked, she wouldn't want him to witness what she was about to do, she didn't want him to think she was sexually depraved. Celeste got ready for bed, made herself comfortable, grabbed her cell phone and headphones as she quickly searched her private browser for adult sites, bored and hopeless. The last time she had watched porn was a year ago when her friend who now resides in Melbourne, told Celeste about her sexual experience with a college boy…. Celeste out of curiosity took it upon herself to investigate as she told herself that's what girls her age should be doing, enjoying their sexuality if they wanted to… but the explicit images had no effect on her.

Who knew that a year later, she would finally feel the need to be touched. What started out exciting her, making her rub her legs together to feel the delicious pressure of her folds, ended up frustrating her, she sighed in annoyance, she didn't want to satisfy herself based on videos on her screen, she wanted to feel it for real, she wanted to be fucked by her handsome older neighbor, and it made her angrier the fact that there was a small chance that it would happen, after all he was a man, by matters of fate, always close to her, having alone encounters… but her chances would plummet if she found out that Chris had a girlfriend.

A couple of videos later, her libido waning a bit and it was all about visual teaching for her, she watched in detail how the sex videos unfolded until she happened to come across a video of a guy whose broad back and worked body and skin exactly Chris's tone, reminded her of him in seconds, god bless the internet, Celeste thought. And his cock was so visually cute, she thought; once again she was annoyed and sexually frustrated.

And between sighs and a wet pussy, she closed her browser tabs and left her cell phone on the furniture next to her bed, trying to sleep. But to her misfortune, when she woke up… her subconscious tricked her so much, Celeste woke up confused and agitated, still not fully conscious but she instantly remembered her first wet dream with Chris.

She wanted to feel joyful, but only felt more miserable fantasizing about him and not being able to have him. The rest of the dream was a blur, she didn't remember the circumstances of why she was with him, but she remembered the encounter so clearly, in the music room at the university, Chris fucking her nonstop, him sitting on chair in front of the piano, ramming her hard while her back was to him, ruining every inch of Celeste's fragile body, the grip on his waist felt so real and his cock inside…. Celeste thought porn ruined her brain. The poor girl went back to taking a shower to clear her head so she wouldn't feel so wet.

Simultaneously, that morning for Chris, he unexpectedly woke up to a big surprise, a morning erection, Chris couldn't believe it, self touching himself to cease it, was not his ideal way to start the day.

[…]

Chris's class was about to begin, he pondered the idea that he was an adult capable of keeping his sanity and not getting carried away by temptations and impulses. He was calm, until he saw Celeste walk through that door wearing a short skirt again; she couldn't help it, she loved simple feminine things and her closet was full of those garments.

Chris examined her, incredulous that she could be capable of making him lose his temper a little…like a hormonal teenager.

He cleared his throat and began his lecture normally, avoiding the naked image of his student sitting up front and forgetting the fact that he masturbated to her image in his head the night before, and increasingly praying internally that he wouldn't get an unexpected erection.

He could see her suddenly, so innocently sitting next to her table partner, but the truth was that she was not the least bit at ease, her fantasies began to surface again, once again making her pussy uncomfortable, she swung her legs around, staring at the desk, thinking of typical student-teacher porn videos. Celeste saw the tightness of his shirt to his arms, his bracelets on his wrists, his long fingers and his incredible handsome bearing. She couldn't sigh, but she was certainly overthinking too much.

“See you guys at rehearsal today” Chris advised once the class concluded.

And he watched her walk away, leaving him a little breathless.

“Let's go eat” suggested Hyunjin to Celeste.

She adored Hyunjin, he was shy, energetic and witty, her cheeks get tired from smiling so much when she was with him, definitely the guy you want to hold your hand and watch some movie with, and not someone to visualize destroying your insides... but with Chris she wanted the whole package, cuddles and splendid sex.

[…]

Hours later, Chris tried to pull himself together as quickly as possible, he was an adult after all, not a horny teenage kid and, just two minutes later than his scheduled class time, he walked through the noisy front door drawing the attention of his students. It was to be their first rehearsal as a group, for him.

Chris was randomly angry, mostly frustrated at not being able to touch Celeste. She noticed, it wasn't the same relaxed expression he had in the morning... he looked tense and despot... somehow she found him attractive but wondered what had him like that.

As if somehow it was possible, Chris's already sharp eyes became darker and sharper, he looked at each of his students, taking a special visual pause at Celeste and continued to say in his detonating tone:

“Okay, I want you to introduce yourselves and tell me what instrument you play.”

The class started and Celeste noticed that in a way he was taking his anger out on her, at first she noticed it normal, telling her to play the piece again and perfect it… but after the fifth time she felt it personal, he even sat next to her insinuating that her technique was not right, Celeste couldn't believe it, she didn't believe how incredibly asshole he was behaving when yesterday he spoke to her so sweetly and told her that he admired her playing. It irritated her so much that he became overbearing, that he scolded her every 5 seconds and wanted to impart his way of teaching as if a know-it-all.

Chris was annoyed, something in him took over his feelings when it came to her, his star student, which Chris only wanted her to be the best and always stand out above everyone else… or at least he thought so. He thinks Celeste is too talented to settle for being part of an orchestra, she was a diamond in the rough that if she put her mind to it she could become a great composer or a recognized soloist. That's why he was putting pressure on her, since apparently Chris realized that she was so good at acting like a slut too, flirting with his other student, Hyunjin, and purposely stripping with her window open to tease him so well, and wearing those mini skirts… If she wanted to be a big girl she had to endure the hard life and behave like one, Chris wanted her to prove to him that she could do it on her own, making it excellent, like a very good girl.

Hyunjin also noticed Chris's strange behavior on all the students, especially on Celeste, he noticed his stern looks at her and the way only with her he bent his body in a certain way… but then it was his turn, Chris was also harsh and critical of the way Hyunjin played the violin.

“Again, Burton.” commanded Chris domineeringly.

Celeste sighed in annoyance, rolling her eyes and started playing again, but within seconds, he interrupted her.

“You want to have a solo?” he said to Celeste.

She frowned, looking up at him, Chris leaned towards her waiting for an answer, Celeste replied in a rude manner emitting a sound, “Mmh?” she replied, to which he quickly looked at her in a threatening manner for her rude reply, which immediately, Celeste stirred from her seat and retracted saying in a softer tone:

“Excuse me?”

“That if you would like to have your solo.”

Celeste nodded, looking at him with her big, sympathetic eyes, driving Chris crazy in seconds.

“Then perfect it.”

He said curtly despite the fact that she touched a soft spot inside him. Finally class ended and practically all the students sighed in relief that they were free of Professor Bang for the rest of the day.

Celeste was annoyed with Chris, she felt humiliated in front of her classmates, so once the bell rang, she quickly stood up from her seat, causing Chis to back away from his approach to her, and walked over to Hyunjin who kept the violin in its case, she wanted to ignore Chris. Hyunjin smiled warmly at her and leaned close to her ear to whisper:

“Are you okay? Don't you think Mr. Bang was a little hard on you?”

She watched him as he pulled away from her ear, inches from her face, he looked so cute and tender with his concerned and submissive expression, so tender that Celeste wanted to squeeze his cuddly cheeks, she needed attention and warm treatment after being treated badly. Celeste nodded softly with a smile on her face, he returned the gesture, they were so close to each other, their mischievous glances passed from their eyes to each others’s lips.

“You have to do your best at rehearsals since it's only once a week when I see you. See you in your next class.”

The rest of the students gave their teacher lazy looks, one girl or another wondering if he fucked hard and demanded too much in sex as he taught his class. Everyone was moving except Celeste and Hyunjin, locked in their world, Chris noticed it when the boys obstructing his view of her retreated and his blood flowed fast through his veins at seeing her so close to that boy.

“Celeste,” he called her, interrupting her.

She turned to see him, still annoyed, his nostrils flaring as he took in deep breaths.

“Come here.” he ordered her.

She walked slowly towards him and, Chris in a low voice said:

“Make sure you bring me your composition, you can show me at my place later.”

Celeste stared into his eyes, his suspicious, gravelly voice made her pussy react, she couldn't hate him for the world, even after being hard on her… he had her totally captivated. She nodded submissively and snapped back to reality once Chris took a step back.

[…]

The rest of the afternoon Celeste kept thinking about Chris having invited her directly but indirectly to his house… she was so nervous, thinking of the endless possibilities. All the scenarios in her head, yet she wanted to give him her best work. That day Celeste was working playing the piano in a refined little girls's ballet class, she went there only a few days and the owner let her stay late practicing on the piano. So she tried everything, seriously wanting to give her best project to Chris so he would stop nagging that his technique was correct and not hers.

After leaving, she wanted to try to eat, but couldn't from nerves, she went straight home and thought it was the necessary time to go visit him, plus take a slight peek if his car was found. She completely fixed herself, took a shower, fixed her hair, put her make up again and started to make a mess trying to look for her nicest skirt and before leaving, she clearly took the sheets with music that she considered to be her best work… if it was not so good she could excuse herself playing a little with him by asking him for support in getting better, to teach her, wanting to create tension between them.

Celeste was scared to death, today was the day, she honestly didn't care about anything, she finally liked someone and didn't want to let him go, she would earn it.

She arranged her hair once she crossed the gate to his driveway, she saw every detail of the entrance to his house and… letting out a sigh, she knocked softly on his door, she couldn't help it, she had a big smile on her face, she could already visualize Chris opening the door, what will he be wearing? she thought. Will he wear comfortable clothes once he is home?

However, she was greeted to someone she wasn't expecting at all, Celeste's smile faded and her little excitement and hopes died there, around 8 o'clock at night.

“Can I help you with something?” spoke the girl who greeted Celeste.

It was Leah who, to Chris's surprise as well, suddenly appeared at his house. Leah examined the girl, puzzled as to what a pretty, dressed up girl was doing knocking on her boyfriend's door at night.

Celeste blinked suddenly in disbelief.

“Oh, it's nothing just… I'm here to drop something off to…”

Celeste shifted the folder nervously in her hands.

“Celeste.” appeared Chris meters away, behind his girlfriend.

There he was, indeed wearing more comfortable clothes once he's home. He looked so cute that Celeste's heart broke again; it was obvious that the girl was his girlfriend, she could tell by the possessive look she was giving Chris. She had to step back off, she wasn't going to be one of those girls.

Celeste smiled at him and Leah looked at both of them wrong, feeling left out between the strange appearance of a girl she didn't know, and the slightly excited tone of her boyfriend calling her name. She didn't want an explanation, she needed one.

Chris approached them both and Celeste without thinking held out the folder, which he took with a smile.

“Thanks, I'll look it over.”

The poor girl didn't want to stand there for another second watching the happy couple, so she was quick to say:

“Thanks, I have to go.”

Chris gave her a simple nod of his head and Celeste turned, walking quickly home repeating fuck, fuck, fuck, over and over again.

Leah closed the door and looked at Chris waiting for an answer, now.

“Celeste?” she said in an annoyed tone.

“She's my student, she came to deliver some sheet music I asked for.” said Chris downplaying it and walking away from Leah.

“Why did you ask a student to come all the way to your house for a little extra credit?” she spoke irritated following her boyfriend.

“Don't be silly, she lives next door.”

“That doesn't make it any better.”

Chris smiled at how adorable Leah looked jealous, to which he walked over to her, squeezed her forearms and gave her a tender kiss on the forehead. In a way Chris did feel guilty, he masturbated thinking and fantasizing about another woman and the uncontrollable feelings betrayed him, impulsively inviting her home, he didn't know what he was thinking. He believed that only this time Leah had every right to be upset.

Actually in a way he was grateful for Leah's sudden visit; he had no idea what he would do alone with Celeste in the dining room of his home with absolutely no one around.

Celeste arrived home sad, almost in tears, she had wasted a nice outfit and lost her chances of being with Chris.

SIX: soap

i said too much, it overflowed, why do I always spill? ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

Chris followed his rule and didn't want to spy on Celeste for a second, his curtain remained there.

After Celeste handed him her work, he couldn't wait and once Leah left, he sat down at the piano at home and started playing the beautiful melody, satisfied, he smiled, he knew Celeste wouldn't disappoint him, he was already looking forward to talk to her about the topic in practice.

On Thursday, Chris had to cover a class since he wasn't supposed to be at the university until his daily practice with Celeste, but he still took care of the matter quickly.

Celeste was sad that on Thursdays there was no class with Bang, yet she was glad at the same time that she could rest from their embarrassing encounter yesterday, all dolled up and made up for nothing. But to discover that she had a pretty girlfriend.

It was lunch time, so he decided that he would go visit Leah, he wanted to grab lunch at his girlfriend's favorite place, it was her day off work and, he could not stand to be locked in the same radar as Celeste for a second, he did not want to eat alone in his office or in the teacher's room, much less go back home where he would instantly remember that pale pink room that was the owner of his deepest fantasies. So he drove to his girlfriend's building, who wasn't answering his messages and Chris figured it was because on her days off she usually wakes up late.

Chris greeted the doorman, whose man recognized him and let him in with no problem, Chris had the key to Leah's apartment that she herself had given him for any kind of occasion, if she didn't answer, he would enter without any problem.

He knocked on Leah's door, she, who thought it was the delivery guy and found it strange that the lobby staff didn't let her know that the guy was already on his way, still, she opened the door in seconds finding a smiling Chris.

“Channie” she sighed in surprise.

“Hi, love” Chris fleetingly kissed Leah. “You're awake.”

Leah turned pale and stood stiffly in the doorway expressing intense fear. Chris didn't notice and walked into the apartment, Leah reacted quickly.

“Hi. What are you doing here?” she replied nervously.

Chris turned to see her, this time concerned about her expression.

“Let's go eat at your favorite coffee shop since I have a few hours before I go back to college... are you okay?” leaned Chris a little towards her, who was avoiding eye contact with him and wearing a sexy loose silk nightgown to sleep.

“I'm feeling a little sick... can we go another day?”

Chris was instantly disturb and took his girlfriend's trembling hands, thankful that he was there if she was feeling ill. He lifted her chin and forced her to look him in the eye, Chris saw for the first time an unfamiliar look in her, one of genuine fear and terror; suddenly amidst the silence, the sound of the shower turning on was present. Chris was so puzzled, between the strange look on his girlfriend's face and that sound, incredulously, he said:

“Were you about to take a bath?” he turned away from Leah for a few seconds, he sensed something incredibly wrong.

And there it was his worst nightmare. As he took a few inevitable steps that Leah couldn't stop it, on the floor beside the couch, men's clothes lay, tie and white button-down shirt and, on the couch, a black briefcase.

Chris swallowed and his jaw instantly tensed, his vision blurred, almost wanting to lose his balance as his heart began to pound, at the same time as he felt his chest tear in two for the first time. He didn't want to believe it, it was impossible that this was what he thought it was. He turned quickly to look at Leah in denial, waiting for her to say something nonsensical and that it wasn't what he believed. But the signs were so clear: Leah's thick tears streaming down her face, another man's personal items strewn about and the sound of scolding.... Chris thought the son of a bitch was just standing there like it was nothing, taking a shower in the place where he made love to Leah before.

“No... please don't, Leah, no you.. please don't” Chris almost whined, denying that the love of his life had been unfaithful to him.

She couldn't speak, she had been speechless, she didn't have something to say to him, she couldn't apologize for something so terrible.

Chris waited a second clinging to a drop of hope that all this was just a horrible nightmare and that he could wake up soon, that she would tell him it was a misunderstanding, that she would never betray him like that, but her silence gave it all away. It was a horrible physical pain, as if he had exercised non-stop and was out of breath, heartbroken he tried to walk to the door to leave. Leah gently took him by the arm and whispered, “Chris.” He quickly disengaged from her lazy touch and said now full of rage and without even turning to look at her, “Fuck you.”

And he walked out of the building still in a state of shock, heartless, thinking that this was the end of three years of his life dedicated to someone, losing them in an instant. Chris got into his car and emotions took the strongest of him, crying, crying for the woman he knew as well as he knew himself, for whom he kissed under the moon grateful to find someone like her, who knew his fears and his most insignificant details as silly as knowing his favorite discontinued childhood snack.

What will I do now? he asked himself. He felt empty, weak and listless. Chris silenced his phone in case she suddenly insisted, he didn't want to see her even as a joke, not even because if it was the end of the world he would never run into her again; so he drove aimlessly, to what the remains of his heart took him to the beach. People taking their morning walks, walking their pets, taking advantage of the great clouds that the Sydney sky offered on a day like that. And, although they both loved the beach, the place never made him feel homesick.

[…]

Chris tried to calm down and, among the darkness, there was a light, his light had a name and she was sitting waiting for him, her posture straight, moving her feet waiting for him to arrive. Once he saw her, he smiled, for the first time in hours. Celeste turned in his direction once she felt his presence enter, she was so sad that she no longer had a motivation, like trying to flirt with her teacher.

Chris sat down next to her, immediately feeling her like a warm embrace just by having her close.

Celeste looked at him closely, waiting for him to say something, but he just stared at her.

“Did you like... the composition?” she asked uncomfortably having him close, speaking to him more formally.

“I think it’s great.” he whispered without clearing his gaze from her lips.

Celeste was going crazy... she knew that was flirting in a way, she didn't want to get involved in that way, she had to cut his game no matter how much she liked him.

“You won't change your mind next week and tell me to perfect it in front of the whole class?” she mentioned, lowering her gaze to the piano keyboard, if bearing to be so close to his face.

Chris examined everything about her... Thinking it was no longer a sin to desire her. He wanted to taste every part of her, from her incredible artistic talent, to her most intimate place.

He let out a chuckle, they were going to review their composition today but, Chris thought better of it and took advantage of that.

“I think we can still work on it a bit” he told her softly and leaned over pretending he was going to look for the copy in his briefcase, until he sat up and with a grimace of displeasure said, “But I forgot it at home, why don't we try something else today and if you can come to my house to see your composition that would be fine with me.”

It was a damn lie, Celeste's composition was in his bag, but the combination of her and him alone in his house was something he desperately longed for to happen. Chris wondered if she wanted to kiss him as much as he wanted to do it to her. But he could tell, her odd behavior, her pleading eyes, she just needed a push, a cue and Chris was about to give it all to her, he needed her so badly.

Celeste didn't know what to say, she hated being so submissive when it came to him... but with her heart racing she thought it wasn't a crime to be near him, she wouldn't try anything, she swore, she just wanted the closeness of the man she secretly liked.

She nodded.

The rest of the practice Chris tried to build tension and succeeded with flying colors, Celeste's amused and nervous reaction was... something that made him sigh.

Throughout their time together Celeste also noticed his slightly red eyes and his thick nose due to his nasal breathing being a little clogged, she thought if... it could be that Chris was crying.

“Do you want to go to my place now… I mean, also you place, since you next door” Chris said a little nervous and with a more relaxed tone, just as if they were friends.

They just finished their session and Chris was more than needy for her, to finally know him, he was so ready just with a simple yes of her.

Celeste looked at him, so gorgeous with his dark hair and strong manly appearance, she wanted him that it hurt her, she thought all the morning about his girlfriend, about how good he’d treat her, how she can get him everyday whenever she wants, she never felt so envious before.

“I have to work” she simply said, cutting off all her fantasies.

“Do you need a ride?”

She saw him again, almost biting her lip not knowing what he was playing, but it made her horny.

[…]

Chris shouldn't be nervous and excited, he should be sad crying because his ex-girlfriend cheated on him; but he couldn't, his depression lasted between 10 a.m and 1 p.m. when he finally saw Celeste... because when he saw her, there was no such negative feeling in him. He was as excited as when two people meet on their long awaited date, Chris could finally freely admit that he was crazy about every part of her, there was something about her that made him feel different, he wanted to take care of her, kiss her slowly, fulfill his every fantasy with her... it was something indescribable, it would just make her feel so good.

Celeste hesitated to do the same ritual of getting all dolled up to see Chris, but she couldn't help it, she wanted to look pretty for him; she wanted his eyes glued on her. She was so envious of his girlfriend. She would give anything to be her for just one day.

With bated breath and his heart pounding, once again, Celeste knocked on Chris’s door, Chris himself opened it.

He looked so good, wearing all black, now in more casual clothes, highlighting the slight pallor of his skin.

They smiled at each other and he let her pass. She couldn't process how happy she was to see the inside of his house and breathing in Chris’s scent ten times more intensified, it drove her crazy.

Celeste took off her shoes in the doorway and intensely followed Chris, leading her into the kitchen.

“Do you want something to drink?” he said to her.

She was so nervous she couldn't take anything, so she just shook her head.

“Oh, no thanks, maybe just water.”

She saw how attractive he looked, taking two glass tumblers and pouring water in both of them, honestly Chris was thirsty, he examined Celeste, who was wearing another of her short skirts and that was when he thought only her wet pussy rubbed on his face could take the dryness out of his mouth. He moved dangerously close to her and handed her glass of water, she noticed how ridiculously small the glass looked in his long fingers. She took it, brushing his hand and smiled at him.

“The piano is over there.” he commented to her.

Chris had no idea how to seduce her, thinking that maybe smart girls like her might turn him down, but he was going to do his best to taste his sweet student, to taste Celeste's lips.

She was amazed once they walked into the room, looking at the beautiful, well-kept instrument. Celeste always wanted one at home.

They both sat in the chair, bumping their bodies, Celeste didn't know whether to feel hot from the incredible tension, or sad that she knew she wouldn't do anything.

Chris pulled his body closer together and whispered to her,

“How do you play it?”

Her music notes were in front of her, so she began to play them without thinking. She ended up satisfied with a smile, however that melody had been a rough draft that she never wanted to show. Only if Chris asked for it, she would do it.

She turned to see him to wait for his feedback, but their faces were so close, Chris observed every faction of her and Celeste did the same with him, his lips looked so good; she felt bad that there was a great tension, she wanted to be that close to him forever... until Chris couldn't take it anymore, and impulsively, did what he wanted to do from the beginning, he gently took his student's chin, and kissed her slowly, savoring every detail of her mouth.

Celeste was surprised, but let herself go, closing her eyes and feeling the fine touch of his lips, finally, it felt so good she could explode.

Chris kissed her boldly but gentle, taking his time, making the sound of their collapsing lips more pronounced. Chris could hear Celeste's difficulty breathing as she was so aroused and it turned him on irrevocably.

He held her tight around the waist and carried her a little so that she sat on his lap.

Celeste was living her dream, she couldn't stop, she couldn't think of anything else but Chris, Chris, finally granting her fantasies.

Chris was hard just thinking of the endless things he wanted to do with her, but... right now, he wanted her to cum for him just from his kisses if possible.

He decided to start slow, he didn't want to scare her and act desperate, he would treat her so well on their first encounter that he would leave her begging for more.

He started by inserting his tongue, making the act dirtier, as he had gently between kisses, he couldn't help it, finally his Celeste, his good girl, just for him.

Chris circled her waist with his left hand while with his right one, he caressed her thighs, unsure if he should touch her pussy on their first encounter. Celeste lost her sanity completely, she was wet, she felt Chris's erection, she couldn't think clearly what the next move was but it still felt good.

He trailed his kisses down her neck, smelling the sweet scent of his new lover; he knew he had to do it slow but Chris was dying to take her and make her scream for him. Still he didn't give in to his impulses. He wanted to take care of his greatest treasure.

Celeste moaned at the touch of his lips brushing her skin, it felt so good until she remembered the main reason she was going to refrain from Chris.

“You have a girlfriend.” she said in horror.

Chris smiled sideways, the timing was perfect, he was single, just ready to taste Celeste.

“I don't have one, princess” he whispered to her excitedly.

She couldn't decide to believe him or not, as he kissed her again, she noticed Chris hesitating on her thigh, whether to slip his hand under her skirt, to which she gently guided Chris's large hand to her center. He smiled happy that she had helped him make his decision and without a second thought, he parted her legs and ran his fingers through her sensitive folds. Celeste moaned; Chris held her tight and had his face pressed against hers on her right side, Celeste feeling his warm breath.

Chris gasped as he felt her wet cunt, the one and only he had dreamed of so much, her entrance was so ready and dilated and her clit was begging for attention. Chris rubbed her clit, causing Celeste's trembling body to react with spasms of pleasure, finally, she was going to be serviced by the one she desired the most.

Chris watched her every reaction with pride, her pretty face trying to hide pleasure as he caressed and played mercilessly with her pussy, her, so lubricated that Chris felt great to slide his fingers inside her labia, Chris's cock burning and aching locked in his underwear not resisting anymore, he wanted her soft pussy drowned in his cock, but he had to control himself, he had to go slow… Chris watched her, thinking how angelic she looked completely surrendered to his caresses, so, lust got the best of him and made him whisper in Celeste's ear in a husky voice one of his dirty fantasies:

“Call me daddy when we're alone like this, you and me princess, while daddy touches you and makes you feel good.”

Celeste bit her lip, she didn't think she could get any hotter, Chris's gasps were enough, but the way he wanted to make a simple term so dirty made her pussy throb more.

“Daddy” she almost whimpered.

Chris smiled proudly and inserted two fingers into her lubricated orifice, not neglecting her sensitive spot, massaging it. He went deep into her, making her release a soft scream.

“You like that, sweetie, huh?” he murmured in desire “You like how daddy fucks you with his fingers?”

Celeste nodded without thinking clearly as she saw Chris's marked arm fixed on her pussy, she was panting harder and harder, the pressure of Chris's cock against her ass and his quick movements with his hand were going to make her explode, she had never felt an orgasm so anxiety built up with her body, but Chris's nimble movements in her cunt made her feel so close. He noticed it immediately, the slight collapse of her body, trembling, she was about to cum.

“Cum for me, princess” Chris gasped making his onslaught rougher.

Until Celeste's poor body couldn't take it, she gasped loudly, whimpering she closed her eyes, throwing back her head and let out all her tension, squirting her teacher's fingers.

Chris smiled broadly panting softly watching the pretty girl on his lap catch her breath; he pulled his fingers from inside her, soaked in her liquid, Chris directed his fingers to Celeste's mouth caressing her lips, she watched him confused and opened her mouth unsure.

“Taste how sweet you are. Lick them.”

She saw his hand and then stared into his eyes as she sucked her fingers hard, Chris licked his lips watching with satisfaction the scene of her lips licking his digits dirtily swelled his cock more, he wanted her mouth on his hard member now.

Chris kissed her again once he removed his hand from her mouth, almost begging her to get on her knees.

“Make me feel good, princess, get on your knees.” sighed a needy Chris.

She sketched a smile and followed his directions, she knew what was coming, she had seen it before but had never experienced it, she was so excited, like she was about to unwrap a gift she had waited so long for, consumed with curiosity as to what might be inside.

Chris helped her pull down his sport shorts and she sighed at the sight of the large bulge in his underwear, Celeste gasped again and was wet in seconds, he watched the whole scene from above, her frail hands gripping the edge of his boxer brief elastic, pulling down to release his hard cock. Chris groaned at the friction and the sudden rush of air and his erection shot out, rising as if it had a life of its own.

Celeste's eyes sparkled and she opened her mouth slightly in amazement as she reflexively began to drool, she thought it was huge, it was swollen, veiny and had a nice pink undertone, her favorite color, she held it painstakingly, thinking it would hurt too much when he finally fucked her; she ran his precum over his stiff dick, Chris smiled arrogantly at her innocent reaction and her two hands wrapped around his cock; she felt its texture for the first time so excited to taste it and she did, opening her mouth wide to fit it, she licked its length, feeling each of its bulging veins, tried her best to let his penis fuck her mouth.

Chris threw his head back, enjoying his pumping sex being serviced and lubricated, finally his neighbor's sweet lips eating his hard cock as she moaned softly in choked gasps “mmhh” enjoying every inch of her well endowed professor, combined with the shocking sound of her glorious movements on squirting his cock, of her lips colliding with his skin; Celeste was so ecstatic that her drenched pussy cried out to be touched again.

He held her gently by her hair, watching her head bob up and down eating his dick, Chris couldn't take it anymore, he was in paradise, it felt so good, he wanted to move his hips to fuck her pretty mouth hard until he felt her throat and make her gag hard, but he decided to let her take control this time, taking him to the extreme. The soft inside of her cheeks felt so good as she stroked his cock, and she wasn't even taking it all the way in, causing him so much satisfaction thinking it was too big for her, but she would learn to have it all, sooner or later, he thought. She had to learn to be a good girl for her daddy.

“Mmm, just like that baby, you're doing great” Chris whimpered on the verge of his orgasm.

Chris gently pushed her head, he was being so soft with her, but he was dying to ruin her pretty makeup and make her cry. The marked veins on his neck became noticeable, he was going to cum hard, he kept panting, he was getting louder and louder, sometimes he would clamp his teeth together and suck inward making his characteristic sound of pleasure. Celeste's jaw ached, and had liquid dripped from the edges of her mouth; so she withdrew her mouth for a second, making their sticky mixed fluids come out in such a special scene, she saw his most detonating swollen cock if that was even possible, this time more white liquid was coming out of his tip and his dick was a little redder, throbbing a little more, Celeste wanted to rest her mouth so she started to jerk him off hard while kissing his stiff but soft tip making Chris ecstatic, the first drops of his seed started to come out, he was about to cum.

“Put in your mouth, babygirl, let daddy cum in your pretty mouth, please” gasped Chris staring at her.

She happily obeyed, slipping his heavy cock into her cavity, Chris moaned loudly and within seconds all of his discharge fell into her, feeling it shoot out, his glorious warm semen.

Celeste became ecstatic, moving her head back causing some of his semen to drip down her blouse. Her mouth was full, she didn't know what was next…

“Swallow it like a good little girl for me, don't you like it?” said still agitated Chris, stroking her hair as she tried to steady herself.

Celeste swallowed hard, the liquid was so thick she felt it slowly sliding down her throat, she smiled, thought somehow or other she had some of Chris in her, she adored him so much, she loved seeing him so messed up and ruined by her, being pleasured.

Chris saw the noticeable action of her throat, he smiled as he saw her heeding him.

“You're a very good girl” he stroked her hair more. “Come here.”

She stood up as he continued to sit up, Chris bit his lip and glued her body to his, lifting his gaze to see her; he slipped his hands under her skirt again, this time massaging her ass and she moaned, Chris realized that eating his cock had left her aroused again and he wasn't going to leave her like that, she deserved to be rewarded again and again, at least now.

He ignored the fact that she was only wearing her little panties under her skirt, thinking proudly that she did it just for him, but what a fucking slut, he thought.

Chris sat up and kissed her again fiercely, Celeste lifted her face and stood on her tiptoes as she inertia circled his neck, she always wanted to kiss him that way like in the movies. Chris held her with one hand on her lower back and the other crushing her ass.

He pulled away from her and admired her, her eyes slightly watery and her lips swollen; it seemed like an agonizing eternity to Celeste that he wasn't stripping her naked and fucking her hard, but Chris hadn't planned it that way, at least not their first time, he wanted to leave her begging for more and he was succeeding.

Chris moved both hands down to her ass, moving closer to her cunt entrance and slowly parting her folds, she moaned.

“Your pussy is needy again, baby?” he whispered to her.

Celeste nodded in embarrassment, but she was so curious to know what he might do.

“Let me take care of it, sweetie. Sit down.”

Celeste followed his instructions, leaving herself in that thin elongated chair in front of the piano, now it was Chris who got on his knees, he spread her legs placing himself in between them, Celeste was predicting what was coming she was almost screaming yes, please, now. Chris lifted her thin skirt, Celeste held on tightly leaning on her hands, he had not yet begun to touch her and she in desperation was already trembling; he smiled at the reaction and slid her panties down her legs, finally leaving him the view of her ruined pussy exalted and wet; Chris licked his lips so hungrily and shamelessly kissed it with his tongue making the beastly sound of her wetness echo, she gasped at the feel of his hot tongue finally on her, which made Celeste whimper, her breathing was rising and falling, she needed more of him now.

Chris was so hard again, he wanted to explore her pussy hard. He let out a choked moan as he felt her softness.

“Fuck, princess you're so wet and you taste so good.”

Chris sucked on her clitoris he flicked it with the soft tip of his tongue, making a performance of movements; his left hand held her thigh tightly and with his index finger he caressed the soft inside of her folds, Chris began to lick her frantically creating the tense atmosphere filled with her sighs and the sound of his saliva mixing with her liquids. Suddenly he began again to penetrate her with two of his fingers as he buried his mouth in her pussy, feeling his hot breath on her pubis mons. Chris was so aroused that he directed his hand to his hard cock to stimulate it vigorously. Celeste was going crazy, she was going to cum twice as intense as the first time, she lowered her gaze with her mouth open completely lost in lust and looked intertwined glances with Chris who was leering at her as he ate her dripping pussy and stimulated her clit.

Celeste was so close, her body was losing strength and her legs were trembling, Chris could feel it and in one swift movement, he withdrew his fingers, extended her entrance further and inserted his tongue, feeling the softness of lover's loins.

Chris pulled away a little, squeaking saliva making quite a mess because of her needy pussy and jerked his cock hard again, he watched her for a few seconds, whimpering because she had missed his touch.

“Who's making you feel so good, princess?”

“Daddy” she mumbled without thinking, “Please” she whimpered begging, she was about to have her second orgasm.

She watched him for a moment, and bit her lip at what she saw, Chris on his knees self pleasuring himself, her cunt throbbed harder, she wanted him inside of her right now.

“Please what...” he moaned with a smile at the sight of her unabashedly seeing his cock.

“Fuck me, daddy” she whimpered in embarrassment, her cheeks growing redder.

Chris let out a giggle at her boldness and he, who thought she was so innocent, turned out to be hungry for his cock in her pussy, he wanted to fuck her and she was in the perfect position, open just for him and his dick was more than ready to be inserted in her, but he wanted their first time to be so special, a pretty girl like her deserved all the nice treats. She was going to be his princess.

Chris was so excited, he stood up and leaned over a little, rubbing his hard penis on her entrance, teasing her.

“You want daddy's cock, huh?”

Chris raised his eyebrows and looked at her haughtily. Celeste nodded in desperation at the rubbing of his hard glans. Chris enjoyed her reaction for a moment and let out a chuckle again, leaning toward her making them face each other. He looked into her eyes, Celeste noticed his piercing gaze, giving her chills.

“Not today, princess, today I'm going to make you cum in my mouth.”

Chris thought their sessions together were about to get more than interesting.

“I like you, Chris.” she moaned as she returned to the feel of his tongue inside her.

Celeste's body heated up in embarrassment, she didn't know why she suddenly had to confess that.

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003. IT’S OVER FOR HANNI (HALF WRITTEN)

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hanni finally arrived at her work’s building, minji dropping her off minutes later wishing her luck.

“don’t get fired!” minji called out to hanni, making the latter groan.

why did everyone think she was getting fired?

hanni texted her manager that she had made it, and very quickly someone came down to open the door for her. the staff guided her to the meeting room, and when the door opened hanni’s heart dropped.

practically half of her companies big names were there, all of them sitting with a smile on their face. hanni fought back the urge to step out the room and never come back, but she knew better taking a seat next to her manager the only one not smiling.

“hanni, i swear i didn’t know all these people were going to be here.” he whispers to her, hanni sighing.

“it’s okay, hopefully it’ll be over soon.” hanni replies quietly, her manager nodding.

the meeting started soon after hanni took her seat, the ceo clearing his throat.

“so we have all gathered here to speak about the recent rumors that have sparked about our artist hanni.” he says, clicking through a slideshow behind him.

all hanni could think was, ‘was this really necessary?’ as the ceo clicked through explaining his thoughts on what they should do to divert attention away from hanni. once he finished, he got on to questioning hanni.

“hanni, what exactly is this album that got leaked? was it in your personal files?” the ceo asked, the question making hanni annoyed.

she knew he was going to ask her to release it at some point, all he wanted was money.

“yeah, and it was for a reason.” hanni states simply, ignoring the glare she got from the ceo.

“didn’t you want to release it for that actor girl?” he questions further.

“sir, we went over this that tweet wasn’t hanni—“ hanni’s manager spoke up getting cut off by the ceo.

“i don’t care the damage is already done, the world thinks shes releasing it fully sometime next week now.” the ceo says.

“i’m not sure you’re following sir, that album has been in the vault since before i even started professionally making music for a very important reason.” hanni says.

“and what’s the reason?”

hanni wished she didn’t have to explain, it was really none of his business but she valued her job.

“it’s about someone dear to me.”

“is it that girl you reblogged?”

hanni took a long sigh, she knew she wasn’t getting out of this.

“is it really this important?” hanni asks.

“yes, because i have an offer for you.” he says.

“since the internet already thinks you two have something going on, i can contact her company and make a compromise to get the attention off your leaked music until we are in a good spot to release.” he continues.

“what compromise? also i told you i don’t want to release that—“ hanni says.

“i’m aware but people are going to profit off of it soon, and we don’t need that right now. but anyways, the compromise is something along the lines of fake dating. the internet will move on quickly especially after they saw that first interaction.” he says.

“are you sure this is good for hanni sir? what if she actually has feelings for this girl?” hanni’s manager asks, it was already pretty obvious hanni did considering the lyrics she wrote about her.

“it’ll be fine, i’m sure it will work out in the end.” the ceo states simply.

“but i have to get on with my day now, i will contact y/n’s staff as soon as possible. but before i end this, hanni,” the ceo starts.

“don’t get yourself into more trouble alright?”

“i won’t.”

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SWEET MELODY

☆ characters — balladeer and the cult

wanderer: the main vocalist and guitarist of the group, 'balladeer and the cult', usually shortened to balladeer or the balladeers. it used to just be a garage band when they were in high school, until aether's sister got them a contract under teyvat entertainment. him and his band blew up on tiktok just recently because she got them a gig to perform on saturday night live. 'murder on the dance floor' by sophie-ellis bextor was their choice, and a week later, teenage girls were flooding all their socials demanding a tour. it was a shitstorm, even for him, having never been good with attention.

venti: background vocals and keyboardist for the band, but he usually alternates depending on the song. he was ironically a recent addition to their band, as they needed someone else who was able to keep up with their hectic schedule. he auditioned with a harmonica, two mora in his name, and a dream. lumine felt bad for him for a little bit before realizing he was actually really good.

xiao: the bassist and sometimes background vocals for the band. for some reason, their fans was always very comfortable simping for xiao in particular. mainly because he doesn't say anything to protest it, he just ignores the comments and goes about his day. but then they started getting really feral? to the point where the ceo had to make a statement discouraging inappropriate comments regarding their artists. safe to say, he and scaramouche were the golden boys.

heizou: drummer for the band. he initially wanted to go to college, but that plan never stuck with him. he started causing a lot of trouble when he met wanderer. but he realized that he was indebted to him when wanderer took the fall for him when he crashed into another vehicle one night, and he got off clean from the entertainment staff. he knew he owed it to him to stick by his side, even though he wasn't the nicest person to be around.

aether: he was background vocals that slowly turned into second guitarist. he was one of the first people in the band, having even been there for all of the logo changes they went through. he wasn't good at guitar at first, so he offered minimal, but wanderer was willing to teach him. he's actually a pretty good teacher, even though sometimes he walked out when he lost his patience. he never yelled at him, though, so there was that.

lumine: manager and agent for balladeer and the cult. she saw a lot of potential in them when she was in high school and watched their practices after school. she immediately knew what profession she was going to pursue, and that kickstarted her majoring in communications. she was technically only fit for public relations, but she wouldn't accept anyone else being their manager except for her. so she kind of paid teyvat entertainment to get them in, but you can't tell anyone.

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THERE ARE not many things that can sway your interest ever since the "accident", but in spite of that, you pushed forward. you are now the owner of the biggest bakery chain in your city, consistently seeing couples and catering to them as such. you've been a big host at weddings, events for celebrities, and even a big support for your friends and family. you've even earned yourself a niche following as well by how sweet you are to everybody around you. but, even with your kindness, you don't have a particular spark that keeps you going anymore these days. that is until one of your employees starts suggesting you write love letters to customers who request your services. at first you thought it was a horrible idea that could easily turn into trouble, but that was until you were tasked with writing one to your own (very very famous) ex-boyfriend.

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Hello. This is the first time I'm requested something and I am a bit nervous.... But can you please do a comic whit Kaiser x y/n or with nagi x y/n? If it's too much trouble please ignore this. Thank you in advance. (And I love the comics. I find them sometimes and I would like to know what the characters say. I am very happy I found your account. And sorry for the long texts. Sometimes I tend to ramble and I don't know when to stop.) (Sorry for any spelling errors. English is not my first language.)

Michael Kaiser & Nagi seishiro comics.

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Playing Nurse for the Batfam

Artist: Dexter Soy

Summary: you are a nurse working for Gotham General Hospital. Batman has offered you a job. You are now a nurse for the entire Batfamily. You have been asked by Bruce if you are working with the very people he fights against.

Pairing: Slowburn Jason Todd x Female!reader

Warning: Adult language, mentions injuries, sexual language

Word Count: 1.5k

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Note: These characters are not my own they belong to DC. The only character that is 'mine' is the reader. I am going to be as nondescript as possible for the reader as well for physical attributes. This is a continuation series; I’m not sure how long it will be. Also for some reason, my replies to comments are not showing up. I’m not ignoring your comments Tumblr won’t let me respond :( But please, please comment I live for it

Part 11: Honesty

“How many villains have you helped in the past? And are you helping them now?”

Everything for me stopped at that moment. Having Bruce’s eyes on me, a certain type of panic filled my chest. I had to mentally remind myself that he was not my father and he was not going to hurt me. That didn’t stop my pulse from racing. It didn’t stop my mouth becoming dry. It didn’t stop the fear that ripped into me so brutally that my hands shook. I picked at the skin around my nails, the stinging pain made me focus. 

I could play dumb, but there was no way Bruce fucking Wayne wouldn’t see right through that. I could deny the accusations and demand to know why he would think that. I could quit and save myself the trouble. 

Or I could do the scariest thing of all… tell the truth. 

Gotham City: 14 Years Ago

I looked across the table at a man who didn’t feel human. He felt closer to a demon, a devil, a monster. He felt truly vile. His eyes were dark, empty, and joyless. He had a smile carved into his face, but I knew it would never meet his eyes. It took everything in me to remain neutral and heal him. 

He had several cuts along his arms, but they were in various positions, various angles, and various lengths. They were random. 

The creature must have noticed me staring, “Little girl, ask me how I got these cuts!” His voice was shrill, and he cackled when he noticed I flinched. When I didn’t say anything he laughed harder. His hand snaked out faster than I could pull away. He gripped the nape of my neck and pressed his forehead to mine. His skin felt loose and cold. It felt undeniably wrong. His dead eyes stared into mine. I felt like I couldn’t breathe, or blink, or move, or scream. I couldn’t do anything. I was at his mercy, and I knew he had so little of it. 

“I said ask me!” He screamed at me and pressed his forehead harder into mine. 

“H-How d-did you g-get those c-cuts, sir?” I asked, unable to keep my voice from trembling. 

The creature released me. I had to fight the urge to turn around and run away. How could my father leave me alone with this man? He had to know I wasn’t safe. I knew he didn’t care about me, but I thought he would want to at least keep his golden goose alive. 

“The Bat gave me these cuts! He and I, we have a repertoire you see. We enjoy playing cat and mouse. And you see little girl, we like to play rough. It was my turn to be a mouse! Gotta keep the relationship fresh! Would you like to be the mouse or the cat?” 

The question felt like a trap. If I answered mouse he would treat me like prey. If I answered cat he would demand I perform violence to prove myself as a predator. The longer I took thinking about it, the more impatient and angry he got. 

“Neither,” I answered honestly. I willed my tired body to heal him faster. 

“Ah ah,” he tsked, reprimanding me, “that is not part of the game. Pick one.”

I have played mouse my whole life. I was sick of being weak. I was sick of being used. 

“I’d want to be a fucking dragon. Not a cat. Not a mouse. I want to breathe fire so I can tell men like you to fuck off and leave me alone. I want men like you to be scared of me,” the words flew out of my mouth before I could stop them. 

The Joker tilted his head like he was seeing me for the first time. He smiled at me and began laughing so hard he wheezed. 

“You have a lot of work to do then, little mouse.”

With that, the clown got up and left. The second he was out of the room it felt like I could breathe again. I swallowed hard. 

Tonight was the night. I couldn’t do it anymore. Despite everything the Joker was the one to finally spur me into action.

I ran to my room and lifted up my loose floorboard. I grabbed the cash I had stolen from the safe. I grabbed my go bag. And I ran. 

Gotham City: Present Day

I told Bruce everything. I told him every minute detail. I told him about my mom, my dad, and everything that happened in my life. 

“So, to answer your questions: I don’t know how many there have been, but it has been a lot. And no, I vowed the day that I ran away that I wouldn’t heal another villain again. And that I would never be– I will never be a pawn for someone else.” I would never be a mouse again.

Bruce stood quickly and moved around his desk. He stood before me large and brooding, and then he knelt. 

“I am so sorry, Y/N. You don’t deserve what has happened to you,” his dark voice became surprisingly soft. “And I am sorry for doubting you.”

I felt my eyes start to burn, and I roughly blinked to rid myself of the potential tears. 

“Does this mean I still have a job here?” I laughed weakly. 

“Yes. I value honesty and loyalty above all else.”

I nodded and rose on shaky legs. I left the room without another word. 

I took the elevator down to the Batcave. My nerves felt frayed and split open after reliving my past with Bruce. I needed a distraction. I needed to hit something. 

The elevator doors split open and revealed that I was not the only one who wanted to get a workout in. Dick and Jason stood in the middle of the training mat. Both were shirtless and sweating as they swung fists at each other. For a moment, all I could do was watch like a wide-eyed pervert. 

Jason’s body was riddled with a myriad of scars. I saw evidence of burns, lacerations, gunshots, and of course… the autopsy scar. Dick also had his fair share of scars but it was about ¼ the amount that Jason had. 

Dick had the body of a gymnast. His muscles were lean and lithe. He was built for fluidity and speed just as much as strength. 

Jason was built like a fucking brick house. His shoulders were impossibly broad, and every inch he was covered in thick roped muscle. His physique looked like he had been carved from marble. He was unforgivingly hard and defined. I couldn’t help myself as I stared longer. Despite his size, he kept up with Grayson. For every punch or kick Dick threw at him Jason ducked or blocked accordingly. When he moved to hit back he put his whole body behind the punch. I could see it in the way his thick thighs and hips rotated.  

Jason landed a particularly hard hit on Dick’s shoulder. Dick winced and held up a hand. 

“First: owe that hurt, jackass. Second: I want a break,” Dick said in a sassy tone that made me snort. 

Instantly, both of the men swiveled their heads toward me. I tried pretending like I wasn’t watching them, but something in the gleam of their eyes told me they knew it… and maybe liked it.

Jason smiled at me so brightly that it made my heart clench. 

“Hey, you. Where did you go?” He asked. 

I approached both the boys, “I had to have a meeting with my boss.”

Dick winced, Jason straightened up. “What did the old bastard want?” Jason asked. 

“Information, as per usual,” I replied. It was hard to focus. Jason was dripping in sweat. A bead had run from his forehead, down his face, and ran over his Adam’s apple. I had to force my eyes back up, so I wouldn’t watch it trail lower. 

Jason smirked at me and took a step forward, “Are you ogling me, Y/L/N?”

I could feel my cheeks heat, “Not at all, Todd. I’m just taking in the physical condition of one of my clients.”

Jason laughed, and leaned forward, “Such a good little nurse, aren’t we?”

I rolled my eyes, “Don’t worry I assessed Grayson just as thoroughly.”

Jason’s eyes darkened slightly, “Oh, I doubt that–”

“Okay well, I feel like an awkward third wheel. I’ll leave you guys to it,” Dick said, as he practically ran into the elevator. Before I could rebut his claim the doors were already shut. 

I returned my focus back to Jason and I saw his eyes trail the burn on my cheek and the bruises on my throat. His demeanor completely changed. He became ramrod straight. Every muscle in his body was tense. Even a muscle in his jaw tightened. 

He ran a finger parallel to the burn, “How are you feeling?”

Like I got my ass kicked, “Fine.”

“Be honest,” he practically growled out. 

“Sore,” that was an understatement but I didn’t feel like voicing my pain. Every time I did that with my father he would just tell me to suck it up and stop being a complainer. 

“You’re more than sore. I know you are.”

I shrugged and that seemed to anger him more. I ignored it and redirected the topic. 

“Spar with me?” It was more of a demand than a question.

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[infamous-light]

You Belong to Me Ch. 8

Alcina Dimitrescu x F! Reader

Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4 Ch. 5 Ch. 6 Ch. 7

AO3: You Belong to Me

Summary: Lady Dimitrescu's obsession knows no bounds as she becomes increasingly possessive over you. Will you succumb to her dark embrace, or find a way to break free before it's too late?

Word Count: 3.9K

Warnings: Yandere, possessive/obsessive behavior

Your mind raced as you absorbed the message.

Could this be your way out?

The thought spiraled through your mind, igniting a flicker of hope deep within your chest. It was a chance – a slim one, fraught with danger and uncertainty – but a chance, nonetheless.

You stole a glance at Lady Dimitrescu, her elegant figure poised at her vanity, commanding the space around her. She focused intently on her reflection, her fingers moving with the precision of an artist as she applied the cream to her face.

Your own fingers trembled as you folded the note with as much discretion as you could muster, slipping it into your pocket. You took a deep breath, attempting to steady the storm of nerves swirling within you. Suddenly, Lady Dimitrescu’s gaze shifted from her reflection and locked onto yours through the mirror. Her eyes were sharp and penetrating, cutting through the air like a blade.

“Is something troubling you, dear? Your heart seems rather restless.” She inquired; her voice smooth but laced with concern.

Your stomach clenched in response to her words, the fear you were desperately trying to suppress bubbling dangerously close to the surface. You searched frantically for a plausible excuse – anything that might sound convincing enough to satisfy her. You swallowed hard, the action feeling monumental, as you fought to steady your voice and calm the tumultuous beating of your heart.

“I don't feel well, my Lady.” You managed to say, your words wobbly as they spilled from your lips.

You could hear the tremor in your own voice, and you hoped she would attribute it to your alleged illness. Lady Dimitrescu frowned, her eyes narrowing further as she scrutinized you from head to toe.

“You were feeling fine just a moment ago.” She remarked, her voice low and suspicious.

The tension hung in the air like a dark cloud, oppressive and foreboding. She turned in her seat, pivoting to face you fully. The fabric of her bathrobe rustled softly as it rode up to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of her upper thighs. Her golden gaze, unnerving and intense, seemed to dissect you piece by piece, leaving you feeling raw and exposed. Your stomach churned violently, and for a moment, you thought you might actually get sick.

“I-I know. I thought I was,” you stammered, fighting to keep your composure. “But then a wave of nausea hit me, and I don’t really feel hungry anymore. The drug... it’s still affecting me.”

Fear gripped you so tightly at the thought of being caught with the hidden note that your hands began to shake. Before Lady Dimitrescu could open her mouth to respond, the plate slipped from your fingers, crashing to the floor in a shower of ceramic shards, scattering like the remnants of your fraying resolve. Lady Dimitrescu's eyes widened in surprise. The initial shock was quickly replaced by a simmering irritation that twisted her features into a dark scowl.

“I-I need to go to the bathroom. I think I'm going to be sick.” The words tumbled from your lips as panic surged within you.

With a sudden jolt, you sat up, your heart racing despite your weakened state. You forced yourself to move across the bedroom. The world around you twisted and blurred, dark shadows shifting into a disorienting backdrop that threatened to swallow you whole.

“Pet!”

Lady Dimitrescu's voice cut through the haze, a sharp command that made your skin prickle. The intensity of her gaze felt like a weight upon your back, yet you willed yourself to ignore her, pushing forward into the bathroom. You slumped against the cool porcelain of the sink, its unforgiving edge digging into your chest as you fought to draw in a single breath. Each inhalation felt like a struggle, your lungs constricted as panic took over, threatening to pull you under. You needed to escape this stifling place, to distance yourself from her.

Suddenly, a large shadow enveloped you.

“Pet,” Lady Dimitrescu said, her voice low and silky, as her hand reached out to cradle your jaw. The warmth of her palm contrasted sharply with the chill in the air, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. “Look at me.”

She gently but firmly forced you to meet her gaze, turning your body with a grip that left no room for defiance. Her eyes pierced into yours, demanding your undivided attention.

“What has gotten into you? You reek of fear.” Lady Dimitrescu said, her voice slow and deliberate.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

There was no way you could confess about the note or how the maid had helped you earlier. Your brain desperately wracked for something, anything, that might divert her suspicion. Perhaps honesty was the best approach – though not the truth she sought. You hoped against hope that it would work.

“That’s because I am scared,” you began, your voice quivering. “I’m scared of you, your daughters – of this whole place! Being drugged and forced to be your pet, it’s all too much! I just want to go home! I miss my family!”

Tears brimmed in your eyes as you spoke, and you silently prayed that she would buy your explanation. Deep down, you meant every word. The fear, the confusion – they were painfully real. For a fleeting moment, it seemed as though a flicker of hurt crossed Lady Dimitrescu’s face before she quickly masked it with her usual veneer of authority. 

“Such dramatics,” she said, annoyance threading her tone. “I understand that this transition is difficult for you, but you must embrace your new reality. In time, you will come to see that this is your home now. You belong to me, and you will adapt to this new life, whether you wish to or not.”

Relief washed over you, grateful that she had fallen for your half-truth. However, her words lingered, unsettling you. The notion of belonging to her, of being bound to this castle still made your skin crawl. She straightened up once more, releasing her grip on your jaw.

“Now, dry those tears and finish your breakfast,” she commanded, her voice carrying an edge of dismissal. “We don’t have all day.”

***

Currently, you sat across Lady Dimitrescu’s desk, your gaze fixed on a few documents laid out before you. The whole morning consisted of helping her go through her notes, meticulously analyzing every detail and ensuring nothing was overlooked. The task was mentally exhausting, each page filled with complex information that demanded your full attention.

As you shifted in your seat, trying to find a more comfortable position, Lady Dimitrescu's keen eye caught the movement. She paused her work, her eyes lingering on you for a moment before a small smile played on her lips.

“Perhaps we should take a break,” she suggested as she set her pen down. “I’ve had my fill of these reports. How about we pay a visit to the atelier?”

Your gaze snapped up in surprise. You had heard of the room during your first week here, but you’ve never stepped foot inside. Very few of the staff ever did. Her eyes locked onto yours, glimmering with a mischievous light that made your heart beat a little faster.

“The atelier?” You questioned; your curiosity piqued.

“Yes, I would like for you to see it,” Lady Dimitrescu continued. “The atelier is where I keep my more personal projects. I think you’ll find it quite... charming.” She rose from her chair with a fluid grace that seemed almost unnatural. “Come. There's much to show you, and I believe a change of scenery will do us both some good.”

***

You approached a heavy wooden door adorned with intricate carvings. As you drew closer, the elaborate designs came into sharper focus. The carvings depicted a lush, intertwining array of vines and flowers, each petal and leaf painstakingly carved with a level of skill that spoke of centuries-old craftsmanship.

You didn't have a chance to study it further as Lady Dimitrescu pushed the door open, the heavy wood moving effortlessly under her touch.

Inside, the atelier was a stunning contrast to the rest of the castle – a treasure trove of artistry and inspiration. The walls were lined with canvases draped in rich colors while some half-finished sketches were scattered about. A chandelier hung from the ceiling, its crystal pendants catching the light and casting a soft, golden glow that highlighted the finer details of all the artworks. And in the center, stood a large canvas, partially concealed by a heavy velvet drape.

“What do you think, pet?” Lady Dimitrescu said, her voice a low purr.

You stepped into the atelier; your senses overwhelmed by the vivid colors.

“It’s… beautiful.” You breathed, your eyes wide with wonder.

She hummed appreciatively. “Indeed. There is one piece in particular that is my favorite.” She gestured to that same large canvas in the middle. “Would you like to see it?”

You gave a brief nod. “Yes, my Lady.”

With a flourish, Lady Dimitrescu pulled back the drape, revealing a striking portrait of a woman – her features eerily reminiscent of your own. The painting captured every detail: the arch of the brows, the curve of the lips, the delicate contour of the cheekbones, but it was the eyes that held you captive. They sparkled with an otherworldly light, almost as if they were alive.

You could feel Lady Dimitrescu's gaze boring into you, scrutinizing every flicker of emotion that crossed your face. You swallowed hard, a chill creeping down your spine as you processed the painting.

“It looks… just like me.” You murmured, unable to tear your gaze away.

“Precisely.” Lady Dimitrescu said, stepping closer to you.

“Why?” You croaked, your voice sounding strained.

“There’s something about you that intrigues me,” she whispered. “Perhaps it’s fate that brought you to me.”

The corners of her lips curved upward, revealing a hint of her sharp, predatory teeth. The air grew heavy with tension, as if the very atmosphere around you had thickened.

“There’s so much more I want to share with you. So much more you could become.” Her voice was almost hypnotic, filled with promise and a hint of something darker.

Your stomach twisted, a knot of anxiety and unease forming deep within you. As the weight of her gaze came down on you, Lady Dimitrescu’s expression shifted, a playful smile breaking the intensity of the moment.

“But enough of my musings,” she said, her tone lightening. “What do you say we turn our attention to something a bit more hands-on? Would you like to try your hand at painting?”

The sudden change in topic made you do a double take. You blinked, the tension momentarily dissipating as you processed her unexpected suggestion.

“Me? Paint?” You echoed. “I’ve never really done it before.”

You looked up at Lady Dimitrescu, searching her face for any hint of mockery, but found only sincere encouragement.

“That’s fine,” she said, her smile widening. “It doesn’t require perfection; it requires passion.

She led you toward a blank canvas leaning against the right side of the wall, surrounded by a plethora of vibrant paints and clean brushes. You hesitated, glancing at the canvas and back to her.

“What should I paint?”

“Anything your heart desires,” she replied, stepping back to give you room. “Just let your instincts guide you.”

“Okay, I’ll give it a try.” You said uncertainly as you stepped forward.

You grabbed a paint brush off a nearby table, its weight feeling foreign in your hand. Next, you picked up a palette and a few tubes of acrylic paint. You squeezed out dabs of paint - vibrant reds, deep blues, and sunny yellows onto the palette. Slowly, you began to swirl them together with the brush, watching as they transformed into new hues – emerald greens and sunset oranges.

With a tentative stroke, you pressed the brush against the canvas, the bristles gliding smoothly across the surface. Each movement felt clumsy at first, but as you gained confidence, your strokes became more fluid and expressive. You layered colors, allowing them to blend and bleed into one another.

“Beautiful,” Lady Dimitrescu murmured, her gaze fixed on you as you worked. “You already have a natural sense of color. I can see the potential.”

Encouraged by her words, you started to create bold strokes, blending hues and allowing your emotions to flow onto the canvas. For the first time, you felt a sense of freedom.

Not long thereafter, you set the palette aside and stepped back to assess your work. Before you flowed a waterfall that tumbled down a rugged mountainside while the surrounding landscape was filled with lush green trees and rocky outcrops. While the colors weren't as smooth as you had hoped, and some areas lacked refined detail, the painting held a certain charm. It wasn't bad for your first attempt at painting.

“It’s remarkable, dear.” Lady Dimitrescu said, stepping closer to admire your work.

You blushed at her praise. “Thank you, my Lady. I didn’t know I could do something like this.”

“And that’s the beauty of discovering oneself. We often underestimate our own potential,” she stated matter of fact. “Now, I'd like to show you a technique that is helpful for beginners. It's called dry brushing. I'll demonstrate on a blank canvas so that you can observe closely.”

She reached over your head and picked up the palette you had just used. As she did so, the board ended up tilting slightly and some of the remaining paint dripped off the edge, landing on your vest. The sudden sensation of cold, wet paint soaking through the cloth made you flinch back.

“Oh my,” Lady Dimitrescu said in surprise, though there was a small, knowing smile on her lips, as if she found the situation both charming and entertaining. “I do apologize, darling. It seems I’ve turned you into a canvas of sorts.”

You lifted the bottom of your vest in a futile attempt to keep the paint from running further down the fabric. Her gaze followed your movements, and she reached out, her fingers brushing lightly against the paint-stained spot.

She let out a soft sigh. “Go wipe the excess paint off, pet, and leave the vest in the laundry basket. Return here once you’ve finished.”

“Yes, my Lady.” Your voice came out more awkwardly than you intended.

You turned to leave but not before your eyes were drawn back to the portrait of yourself. The uncanny precision of the details, the intensity of the gaze staring back at you. It unsettled you in a way you couldn't quite explain.

As you finally exited the room, you couldn’t help but wonder why Lady Dimitrescu had chosen this moment to show you the atelier. To show the painting of you.

What was her intention?

As you made your way to the Lady’s bedchambers, you paused, glancing down the hallway where her daughters' bedchambers were. The corridor stretched out before you, silent and shadowed. Nobody was around. The note in your pocket burned, reminding you of the main house key that was supposedly in Bela’s bedroom.

Your heart began to race as you debated snooping around in her bedroom. You didn't know where the Lady's daughters were, and the thought of running into one of them made your palms sweaty. Bela was known for her strict adherence to her duties, often seen patrolling the castle and overseeing the staff. Cassandra spent most of her time in either the armory or the cellar. And Daniela typically lingered in the library, absorbed in her books. You prayed that today they would follow their usual routines.

This might be your only chance to search for the key. It was a risk you had to take.

You pivoted on your heel and made your way down the hallway. The silence was almost deafening, each of your footsteps echoing against the carpeted floor. After a few more steps, you came upon Bela’s bedroom door. A small red gem rested in the center, which gleamed in the low light like a drop of blood. It matched the one on her necklace that she always wore.

You looked both ways one more time.

Nothing.

The hallway was empty. You slowly opened the door, the hinges creaking slightly, and slipped inside. The door clicked shut behind you. Bela’s bedroom was tidy and dark, the only light coming from a few scattered candles and the low flickering embers from the fireplace. Near the back was a large bed, pushed against the furthest wall, its canopy draped with rich, heavy curtains. A nightstand stood next to the bed, a single candle flickering on its surface. To the right was the fireplace and next to it was a desk, neatly arranged with papers and books, presumably placed there to keep Bela warm as she worked. On the left side of the bedroom was the vanity.

Where could the key be?

Logically, it would make sense to check her desk first. Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you approached the desk, your fingers shaking slightly as you reached for the first drawer. It slid open, revealing a stack of neatly organized documents. You began to rifle through them, the papers rustling underneath your touch. Letters, schedules, and reports passed through your hands, but unfortunately, the key wasn’t there. You looked on top of her desk and moved some folders and books around, hoping the key might be hidden in plain sight, but it yielded nothing as well.

You walked over to her vanity and opened each drawer as well. Bottles clinked together, brushes rolled aside, but there was still no sign of the main house key.

A cold sweat broke out on your forehead and your hands began to feel clammy. You wiped them on your pants, feeling the fabric cling to your palms.

You needed to hurry.

You turned around and walked over to the nightstand. You opened the top drawer and moved some papers and personal objects aside. Your fingers brushed against the edges of journals, loose sheets of parchment, and small trinkets as you sifted through the contents.

Then, your eyes widened.

The key.

It lay nestled beneath a stack of old letters. For a moment, you simply stared at it, hardly daring to believe your luck. Then, with a swift motion, you quickly grabbed it and stuffed it in your pocket. You made sure to close the drawer before you made your way to the door. You cautiously opened it and peeked your head out. The hallway beyond was dim and deserted. Your breath came a little easier as you stepped out. You closed the door quietly, the latch clicking into place with a soft sound that seemed louder than it was.

You couldn’t believe it. You had the key!

Your heart raced with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. This was your chance to escape, to reclaim your life from Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters.

You picked up the pace as you made your way down the hallway, heart pounding violently inside of your chest. Before you could turn the corner, Catalina's face flashed across your mind for a split second, halting your steps mid-stride. The image of her warm smile and kind eyes filled your thoughts, bringing an unexpected pang of guilt. You wanted to say goodbye to her, to thank her for the help she provided in this nightmare. The thought of leaving Catalina without saying a word felt wrong, but you knew that time was not on your side. In the end, she would understand. She would want you to leave.

As you stood there, lost in thought, a distant scream sliced through the air, chilling your blood. It was followed by an eerie giggle. Possibly Daniela by the sound of it.

You knew you couldn't linger any longer.

You had to leave.

Now.

As you descended the staircase, you caught sight of a maid, her back turned to you as she dusted one of the heavy-looking vases. You hesitated for a moment. You couldn’t take the risk of her spotting you; if she did, it would surely spell disaster for both of you. She would have no choice but to alert Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters if she didn’t want to lose her life. Plus, you didn’t want to think about what the Lady would to do you if you did end up getting caught.

You continued down the steps slowly, your heart racing as you maneuvered through the foyer. You stayed close to the shadows, glancing nervously at doorways and corners, half-expecting one of the Lady’s daughters to pop out at any moment.

Finally, you reached the main door.

Your heart was pounding so hard it felt as if it might burst from your chest. You pulled the key from your pocket and inserted it into the slot with trembling hands, praying that it wouldn't make too much noise. The mechanism clicked, and you held your breath, waiting for any sign that you had been detected. You strained to listen, your senses on high alert, but the castle remained fairly silent. You pushed the door open with ease, and a rush of cool, fresh air hit your face. The sensation was almost overwhelming. You stepped out and shut the door behind you as quietly as you could. The final barrier between you and the horrors of Castle Dimitrescu was sealed away with a soft thud.

You let out a ragged breath, feeling the oppressive weight lift off your shoulders. The tension that had coiled tightly within you began to unwind, like a spring slowly being released. You could almost sob in relief, the overwhelming urge to break down right there nearly consuming you. But you knew that there was no time for that. You still needed to get away from here, to put as much distance between yourself and the castle as much as possible. Turning away from the main door, you sprinted across the courtyard, adrenaline overriding the lingering effects of the drug. Your breath came out in short, rapid bursts, your lungs burning with the effort, but you didn't slow down. You had to get away, you had to reach safety.

The chill in the air was sharp, nipping at your exposed skin and seeping through your clothing. It pierced through your layers, making every breath feel crisp and biting, but it was a minor inconvenience compared to what you had endured recently. Snow covered the landscape, its pristine blanket stretching as far as the eye could see, making each step a struggle. Yet, the sun's warm rays managed to break through the overcast sky, melting some patches away and revealing damp, slushy areas that squished underfoot. It reminded you that even in the harshest of winters, warmth could still break through.

Eventually, the winding path ahead twisted through dense woods, shrouded in shadows and thick underbrush that seemed to close in around you. A sense of trepidation settled in your chest, memories of local tales about the woods resurfacing in your mind. You had heard of Lycans roaming the outskirts of the forest, their howls often echoing in the distance during the night. Yet, for some reason, they mainly avoided the villages. It was as if an unseen force forbade them from coming too close, a mysterious boundary they dared not to cross. Regardless, it didn’t ease your fears.

As you pushed forward, several branches scratched at your arms and face, their jagged edges catching on to your clothing and drawing minor scrapes that stung in the cold air. But you hardly noticed the pain; your focus was fixed on the path ahead, each step taking you closer to home.

You couldn’t wait to be reunited with your parents again.