#It’s a story and a half

[crowcat-writes]

hiiiiii can tou write harusaki angst pretty plese 🥺 it can be abt anything you wnat rlly

-saki anon

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Harusaki astronomical girl angst

She’d always known, in some way, that since she hailed from the distant system of MMJ-39 she could never truly dance alongside those others, the ones with their own planets and own bodies. 

They were, after all, from traitorous stars. A being such as she shouldn’t soil her status by fraternizing with those defectors. 

But, Haruka wondered, if the girls from the Taiyōu system were really so horrid, then why did she have such a soft smile? Why did she have the prettiest laugh, by far, and the kindest heart and the most wonderful of mannerisms? It made no sense to Haruka. Her Saki had done nothing wrong, and though Haruka knew that she’d risk a nova if she returned to her side…

She still did. 

Every night, when the dusk slowly crept in but the warmth of the sunset lasted still, Haruka wandered down to Saki’s skies. She had many other places to be, yes, for she was a rather popular wishing star��� but no one was to know if their wishes were granted an hour or so off. 

It gave her time.

Saki was kicking her legs back and forth, waiting on the edge of a cirrus cloud, her skin shimmering even more as the sunset reached its prime. Even though she struggled with the clouds covering her and dimming her oftentimes, she always had her partners… and her favorite wishing star at the end of the day. No matter how many clouds drained her, she could simply claw her way up and meet her beloved. 

And so she waited, as usual, for the stars to shine in her golden realms yet again and for her dear Haruka to make her way through the cosmos to her. 

Haruka danced around asteriods, waving to the friends she’d made on one planet, blowing a kiss to her fans on another, grinning as she finally brushed against the warm clouds that surrounded- 

No. No. Nonononononono, this can’t be, why can’t she move? Why can’t she reach out and hold Saki’s hand, chat about the mundane happenings of the astral court, maybe dip into the ocean like usual? 

“You know why, HA-6754.”

A booming voice from directly inside her mind… she’d been caught. 

As the hazy twilight seeped into Saki’s skies, a sense of foreboding crept into her mind. Her kind didn’t have premonitions per se, but even the most common worm could sometimes sense something sinister on the horizon. 

Ah, she’d felt like that many times and nothing’d been wrong. No need to indulge it today.

“It’s really a shame, you were such a fine wishing star. All the dreams whispered to you, were they not enough?” 

Haruka can see it now, the cold void form of the black hole that kept her star system going. Its face was disappointed, a grimace of warped matter. 

“No, I cherished every one of them! I just-“

A tear slides down her frozen form’s face.

“You just what? You wanted more, you’re saying? You went off and found yourself a lover from beyond our system, and you thought it would be all fine. You thought that you were so cherished that you were above the rules.”

The void snarls, appendages beginning to glow. 

“Goodbye, HA-6754. May your colors bring the same hope you failed to.”

Saki was playing with the pressure fronts when she saw the first flicker of light. She wondered first if it was her Haruka, then she disspelled those thoughts as it became clear that it was a nova.

Some poor soul had messed up. She blinked and nodded in respect, as had become tradition for Leonids. She continued swirling the storms about, humming some old rock tune she’d heard on a human’s radio a while back, waiting for her Haruka.

The moon had begun its rise- today he was a rather kindly halfmoon, and he waves to Saki as he typically does. Before the moon had split from the earthen form, the two of them played as kids… she considered him a brother.

“Toya? Why the sorrow on your face?” She tilts her head, her dangling earrings jingling. 

“Someone’s been novaed… I hate to think of what that would be if you, or Tsukasa, or anyone I care about was subject to such a horrible thing…” 

He falls silent.

“The wishing star you meet… has she arrived yet?”

“No- she must have had more wishes than usual, I’m sure she’ll be here soon.” 

Toya nods, solemnly, as always.

“I hope she will.”

It had to be at least halfway through the night, and Saki had seen no sign of her Haruka. But that nova… those colors… it was familiar, wasn’t it? 

Wasn’t that blue the same shade her eyes glowed when she sat beside Saki?

Wasn’t that green the color of her dress on the day they’d first spoken?

And that purple… Saki knew that purple too well. Haruka’s cheeks were always dusted with that warm purple whenever they talked, holding hands, kicking at the space junk beneath their feet…

Wasn’t that… no, it couldn’t be her.

Could it?

Saki waited… waited… watching the colors bloom in the sky, wishing on her favorite star… until she heard her voice. 

It was a sharp, pained yell- undeniably Haruka’s. That nova was her, wasn’t it? 

Beneath, on Earth, someone wishes upon the tears of a heartbroken star.

AN: this AU genuinely made me lose it like 10 times whilst writing. I love Harusaki bleleldklfkddddjskksns

[infinitelystrangemachinex]

The stewards of the old world are always keen to give you a glimpse of their might... According to legend, the ancients built specialized chambers to seal away false prophets.

The Arcane is waking up.

[paintedcrows]

In my heart, Ford once went to an ice dimension and got Really Good at ice skating, and now he's absolutely insufferable about it.

[chalkrub]

smorkin

[jakeperalta]

letting celebrities think they can and should "use their platform" to speak on all current events and political issues regardless of how educated they are on them was a grave mistake

[bluerosefox]

Always Favors You

Another Sibling Danny and Jason idea!!

"Are you Jason Peter Todd?!" demanded a deep and commanding tone from the strange glowing being in front of them.

All the Bats stiffened and tensed, no doubt gearing up for a fight against the being that somehow knew Red Hood's full name.

Jason, Red Hood, decided to put on a brave front despite no doubt cursing in his head and wondering how the heck did this thing know his full freaking name.

"Whose asking." he snarled out, his hands twitching for his gun when the huge glowing knight with purple flames coming out of his helmet and cape, who was riding on a nightmare looking horse while they all had been in the cave going over tonight's patrol.

The Knight didn't seemed bothered by his response nor did he even seem to care or flinch when Batman made his own demand on 'Why was he there and who was he' or when Damian unsheathed his sword and pointed it towards him. Instead the strange glowing Knight reached to it side and pulled out... A glowing scroll? Huh. (Also he completely unnerved everyone in the room when the Knight didn't even react when Batman had tossed a Baterang when he reached for his side)

The Knight opened the scroll and spoke clearly with purpose.

"Jason Peter Todd,

You are hereby invited as a special guest of honor to the crowning of our future King of the Infinite Realms.

Daniel Phantom, once Daniel Jackson Fenton, and once Daniel Austen Todd.

Prince of the Infinite Realms, the Keeper of Balance, The Peacekeeping Halfa, the Defeater of the Tyrant King Pariah Dark, The Great One, Youngest of the Ancients, Ancient of Space, The Bridge between Life and Death.

You, the half-brother of our King, have been given the highest of honors for your past actions and will be given housing and food in the Realms and Phantom's Keep, for the week long event. Personal servants and attendants will be at your disposal and a seamstress will be on hand to tailor make your attire for the Coronation.

Signed: Clockwork. Ancient of Time. Watcher of the Infinite Timeline. Kronos. Mentor and Adviser.

PS: I shall have Fright Knight ("Me" the Knight bluntly said for a second) leave this scroll along with a personal one for you from Daniel to read over and once you make up your mind sign the bottom of the scroll.

I do hope in time you will pick the right choice Jason Todd, we of the Infinite Realms would like to reward you for your actions. After all, if you hadn't gotten young Daniel away from your father that night all those years ago, we would never had gained our Prince nor be free from our once Tyrant King.

Ah, one more thing.

The Infinite Realms will always favor you Jason."

Jason felt like he couldn't breath as Fright Knight? Rolled up the scroll, pulled a letter from his side, and held out the two items for him to take.

[escapistcatontheinternet]

i love the extras of dungeon meshi in how it fleshes out the world because they make it so much more evident how race affects every part of the story while avoiding the zootopia racism problem. like obv a main theme of the story is like, humanity and desire, 'to eat is to live', etc, but since the majority of it takes place in the dungeon isolated from society and thru the lens of laios, the racial aspects play out more like shadows on a wall for most of the story.

then in the extras we get comics like this

which at a glance fleshes out the racial aspects via a character explaining the racial rules of universe - humans have x amount of bones, while orcs and kobolds have more. however, if u take it less straightforwardly, it points out how the concept of 'human' is a constructed concept in the world. the fact that there are different categories of human in different parts of the world based off of what types of humanoids occur there is already a demonstration of this. in response, the bones explanation seems to kabru and the characters as an objective way of measuring humans vs nonhumans.

but obv, when the culture was deciding what humanoids were humans and nonhumans, they weren't blindly analyzing skeletons and then deciding. just visually, one can glean that orcs and kobolds look less like the ingroup of tallmen, elves, dwarves, gnomes, etc. the bones explanation appears as a justification for that immediate prejudice under a scientific guise - I'm sure that one could come up with the same number of physical differences between a gnome and an elf that they would find between a tallman and an orc. it sounds a lot better to say 'well, an orc has 230 bones while a human has 206' then 'well, an orc looks ewwww yucky yucky to me while a human looks normal'.

and what i like abt the comic is that the characters take the explanation at face value for the most part. when a contradiction is brought up in the oni, kabru can neatly slot them into the predetermined number of bones framework. bc that's kinda how it works irl - there r cultural prejudices that we can posthumously justify, and if we find something outside of it, we can twist it to fit into our predetermined binary. however, since the reader does not live in a world where there are orcs and kobolds to be prejudiced against, we can see that flaw in the cultural logic. when the party encounters the orcs, the number of bones has no bearing on their humanity. They r shown to be cliquish and distrusting of outsiders, but not any more than the elves are later in the story.

tldr dungeon meshi worldbuilding is so good

[arhvste]

“this is killing me.” kuroo mumbled as he tossed his phone to his side. “just trust me bro,” his best friend-turned roommate bokuto grinned. “this works everytime for me i swear!”

kuroo sighed before grabbing phone again to refresh his instagram story views once more. several people had already viewed the post-gym mirror selfie he’d taken in attempts to garner attention from one particular follower of his; you. “maybe it’s too cringe…” he muttered while over analysing the photo that had already gained a couple of likes within the twenty minutes it had already been up for. “nah.” bokuto reassured him and pat his friend on the shoulder. “you look sexy.” kuroo stared back at the two-toned haired boy. “… thanks bro.”

this isn’t something kuroo would typically post but times were tough and he was desperate. he’d seen you around campus but luck was not on his side when it came to scheduling and the two of you barely had class time together. yet the little class time you did share, kuroo hung onto it tightly and would let scenes of these weekly one hour classes replay in his head more often than he’d like to admit.

“i feel like a modern jay gatsby,” the ex volleyball captain huffed. “my selfie is the equivalent of the wild parties he’d throw in hopes to get daisy’s attention except i don’t want to post every night, i’ve already made myself cringe with this one post.” bokuto stared back at his friend blankly. “yeah… whatever that means.” kuroo frowned back “it’s a classic, you should know what i mean!”

how much longer was he going to have to wait? bokuto had promised him quick results with this method and so far he’d felt deceived and lied to. if talking to you when he got the chance wasn’t enough to get a conversation going outside the classroom, then social media seemed like the next best attempt to start interacting more.

what were you doing? why weren’t you viewing his story? could you even see his story? did he accidentally block you?

these questions ran through his mind as he quickly rushed to check to make sure he hadn’t for some reason blocked you from seeing his story. he half wished he did because then at least he’d know what on earth was taking you so damn long to see the photo he was increasingly starting to hate more the longer it was posted.

“this is stupid.” he stated as he faced bokuto who had zero concerns in his method in gaining someone’s attention. “it works you just have to wait, trust me.”

kuroo frowned as the little red hearts of others who weren’t you fluttered from the bottom corner of the photo. “look!” his best friend grinned as he leaned over kuroo’s shoulder and pointed to the screen of his phone. “you’re getting likes on it!”

“what’s the point if they’re not likes from the person i posted this for in the first place.” kuroo grumbled back in response. he couldn’t believe he’d been subjected to such an attempt to gain some attention from you. it was ridiculous.

it had been about forty five minutes since he’d posted it and he was slowly losing his mind. sure, the post was going to be up for twenty four hours (if he didn’t give into the voices in his head telling him to delete it) so forty five minutes was nothing, but the minutes were beginning to feel like hours and he was dying inside. why weren’t you viewing it already and what could possibly be keeping you off your phone right now?

“this is stupid.” he decided as notifications from his old team mates started to flash up on his screen. the last thing he needed was lev replying with ‘looksmaxing’ to a post that was secretly dedicated to you. “no, it’s barely been up!” bokuto whined. “you look hot so you should get some replies anyway what’s the big deal?”

pinching the bridge of his nose, kuroo huffed. “the big deal is the person i posted this for hasn’t replied!” what was the point in making sure to go to the gym during a rest day just to take this photo if he wasn’t going to at least make his existence more known to you? he’d even worked his legs enough to the point of managing to achieve the sweaty but sexy look. the muscles in his legs were dying, but his dignity sure as hell wouldn’t.

the college student opened up his phone with the intention to end the mental war inside his head once and for all by deleting the post altogether. bokuto watched his friend in defeat but his eyes flashed. “yes they did!” he yelled and pointed to the screen as your name flashed at the top of his screen.

kuroo’s heart jumped at the sight of your profile picture he’d made a daily routine of staring at and the now blue dot indicating a message from your profile in his inbox. to think he was going to delete this post just a second too, what were the chances?

psyching himself up, kuroo took a few quiet deep breathes before letting the time next to your message pass for a few minutes. he wasn’t an instagram warrior by any means, but he knew enough about general rules in order to not look desperate online.

bokuto watched over his friends shoulders as the two stared in anticipation awaiting the message kuroo had been dying for. this was it. leg day two times in a row was gruelling and he’d regret it for the next few days but it would have been worth it. the countless messages from his old teammates mocking his attempts at a thirst trap could be looked past now that you had finally given into the bait he’d so carefully laid. this is what he’d been waiting for. days of preparing and deciding how to gain your attention had finally paid off and he was about to reap the rewards he’d sown.

clicking the message with baited breath, his heart raced as bokuto’s grip of his shoulder tightened. finally.

‘the label on your shirt is sticking out, make sure to cut it’

“a wins a win.” bokuto filled the silence between the pair as kuroo stared at his phone with a blank expression. “… a wins a win…”

[22youcanduit]

N.Begay

[cursed-rat-of-homosexuality]

🚨🚨EMERGENCY 🚨🚨 EMERGENCY🚨🚨

they're having story time 😭

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

i vote that next year instead of reading Dracula we do a Jeeves & Wooster Book Club. those two never got the rabid tumblr shipping fandom they deserved (disqualified for the sheer technicality of being published a century too soon). we must correct this injustice

[agentravensong]

thinking about how the extra area added on to a pacifist run of undertale, the true lab, is about alphys's past mistakes. how it ends with the story reaffirming that, despite the pain she's caused, the thing that matters is that she has now made the choice to do the right thing. she's still worthy of her friends' love.

thinking about how undertale doesn't expect the player to get a pacifist ending for the first time. how it's more likely than not that the player will kill toriel the first time they battle her, how lots of players don't initially figure out how to end undyne's fight without killing her, etc. what it expects — not even expects, really, but hopes — is that the player, if they care enough, will use their canonically acknowledged power over time to make up for those mistakes.

no matter how many neutral runs a player has done before committing to the pacifist run, the thing that matters to the characters, to the story, is that you've chosen, now, to do the right thing.

compared to alphys, the player honestly gets off lightly, in that you're the only one (other than flowey) who really remembers any harm you might have caused. and any direct guilting the game could have done about it is long past at this point. instead, as undertale often does, it makes its point via parallels: alphys caused harm, and she knows it. she has committed to being better. in doing so, she has unlocked for herself a better ending to her story. and she deserves it. she's forgiven.

those structural narrative parallels are all over undertale, if you know where to look. and that's one of the things that makes it so fuckin' good.

[myszkaa]

A lone feathered woman

[halichor]

"Lucien sits by the window, dressed in white and adorned with the peonies he ever so cherishes—a privilege bestowed by Lycoria only upon her Fatekeeper and faithful. But he wanted nothing from the goddess. Nothing, save for her spite."

[starry-bi-sky]

danyal al ghul memes because i don't think i've done those yet for this au.

(the jason one is in reference to the fanon headcanon/au that Jason and Damian potentially knew each other and interacted while jason was in the league. I've thought about it before in context of this au, but haven't thought about it enough to feel inspired or motivated to make a post exploring the idea)

(diablito means, as you can guess, 'little devil'. while i'm neutral to latino jason, i think the nickname is cute as fuck and was danny's main nickname from Jason. i don't wanna touch that timeline so im not gonna decide how old they were when Jason was there.)

Skulker: i am the ghost zone's greatest hunter! i capture and hunt creatures both rare and dangerous. Danyal: a poacher?? you're a poacher?? you poach animals??Skulker:...i sense i've made a mistake of some kind.

anyways that was the day that Skulker cemented himself as Danny's no.1 opp, and still remains there to this day even if he and Vlad are both viciously fighting for second. Out of everyone in the the AP rogues gallery, Skulker will be the first to be thrown under the bus in terms of 'o shit here comes phantom fucking RUN'.

[elryuse]

Home Alone With Hanni

Yandere Hanni X Male Reader

Tags : Step sister, Half Sister Hanni, Yandere, Throatfuck, Throatpie, Tease

Words : 2,938 Words

This is A Lovely Commision Piece for My friend @Pizza_anon On Ko-fi, Hope you liked it My Friend

Ever since you were a child, You always wondered what the future holds. Your Father was a strange man, But a Kind one. Your Real mother, was sadly died on a car accident, as the Car that she drove has a problem with its brake. The news was devastating for both your Father and You yourself.

The sudden news, Have made you slowly loosing your mind. Everything seems dark, gloomy. And your Father knew it. He tried his best, to Support you, to Lighten up your mood, and You definitely knew that He tried. You could only smile a little, but Your Father knew better.

And so One day, He suddenly gave you a surprise that you'll never forget.

"Y/n, meet Your new Mother and Sister". He said, as He brings in a Petite looking woman, with An enormous smile on her face.

"You must be Y/n. I'm Lola Pham". She smiles, as She pushed in a small looking girl, besides her.

"And this Is Hanni, Y/n. You're new Sister". Your Father smiled, as he can clearly see a little bit of Smile from your face.

Ever since that night, Your relationship with Ms. Lola and Hanni have been better and better. Even though Ms. Lola could never replace your Real mom, You can't deny that she was very supportive, caring and tried her best to be there for you.

Hanni. Hanni was, Very peculiar. She was unlike anyone you've ever met. She was a bit clingy ever since you were small. And even though she was older about 2 years away from you, She always been the one who act a bit childish. But you can't deny, That she was really pretty and cute.

However all of that changed, When you started to Enter College. Hanni was quickly the one who felt left alone, Encouraging you to please text her and call her always. At the first month or so, You definitely did that. You texted her, and make sure that she's alright, which Hanni really appreciate.

However, Since you have new friends, new people to talk to. You soon forgot a bit about her. Especially since your college life was very busy, with Studies and Parties. Suddenly Hanni was all alone, She felt left behind.

She looked at your Pictures all over Instagram, As she missed you. Longed for you. Wanted you. Hanni always have been in love with you. However she just can't seem to found the right moment to say it. She was afraid if you would hate her, once she said the golden words.

As she scrolls again and again, She found out that you've been around more and more people then what she would like you to be. Those girls filling your stories and post, was definitely not helping either. That day, Hanni cried, as She had missed you very dearly. She just wanted to play around with you again, and Cuddle like old times sake.

Thankfully, She finally found her opportunity. Your parents are planning to go on a Trip to Vietnam, as Ms. Lola wanted Your Father to explore the wonderful scenery in Vietnam. You were asked by your Father to guard the Old house, since you're having a Holiday. And so, You finally pack your necessary items, and went back.

The air smelled faintly of rain, the kind that always reminded you of home. The porch light flickered as you stepped up to the front door, your heart thudding in your chest. It had been months since you last saw Hanni, your adoptive half-sister. Months since you’d felt the weight of her clinginess, her constant need to be near you. And yet, here you were, drawn back to her like a moth to a flame.

The door creaked open before you could knock, and there she was. Hanni. Her small frame was silhouetted by the warm glow of the porch light, her dark eyes shimmering with something you couldn’t quite place. She looked… different. Her hair was longer, cascading over her shoulders in soft waves, and her usual cheerful smile was replaced by something more intense, more… unreadable.

“You’re here,” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. Before you could respond, she threw her arms around you, her grip tight, almost desperate. Her face buried into your shoulder, her warm breath tickling your neck as she whispered, “I missed you so much.”

You laughed nervously, patting her back. “I missed you too, Hanni. It’s good to see you again.”

But the hug lingered, and something about it felt… off. The way her fingers combed through your hair was too slow, too deliberate. The way her body pressed against yours felt… intentional. You pulled away gently, trying to mask your unease. “It’s late. We should get inside.”

She nodded, but her eyes didn’t leave you as you stepped into the house. The familiar scent of home wrapped around you, but it felt different now, heavier somehow. Hanni’s presence lingered in every corner, her energy suffocating yet intoxicating.

The next few days passed in a blur. Hanni was everywhere, always just a step behind you. She cooked your favorite meals, cleaned your room, and even offered to do your laundry. Her attentiveness was overwhelming, and her gaze—always on you, always watching—made your skin prickle. But it wasn’t until that night, when you found yourself alone in your childhood bedroom, that the tension finally snapped.

You were sitting on the edge of your bed, trying to calm your racing thoughts, when the door creaked open. Hanni stood there, her oversized shirt hanging loosely on her frame, her hair slightly disheveled. She looked fragile, almost innocent, but the gleam in her eyes told a different story.

“Couldn’t sleep,” she murmured, stepping into the room. Her voice was soft, almost shy, but there was an edge to it that made your heart skip a beat. She sat down beside you, her leg brushing against yours. “I’ve been thinking about you… about us.”

You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry. “Hanni, you’re acting weird.”

She tilted her head, her lips curling into a small, knowing smile. “Weird? Or honest?” Her fingers reached out, brushing against your cheek. The touch was soft, almost reverent, but it sent a shiver down your spine. “I’m just tired of pretending, of hiding how I feel. I want you, Y/n. All of you.”

Your heart raced, your mind struggling to process her words. “Hanni, this… this isn’t right. We’re—”

“Half-siblings?” she interrupted, her voice sharp. “So what? You think that changes how I feel? How we feel?” She leaned in closer, her breath warm against your ear. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long. Just us, together. No one else to take you away from me.”

Her words sent a chill down your spine, but before you could respond, her lips were on yours, soft and insistent. Her hands tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as she deepened the kiss. Your mind screamed at you to pull away, to stop this madness, but your body betrayed you, responding to her touch with a hunger you hadn’t realized you were capable of.

“Hanni,” you gasped, breaking the kiss. “We can’t—”

“We can,” she whispered, her eyes burning with determination. Her fingers trailed down your chest, slowly unbuttoning your shirt. “I’ve waited too long for this. I’m not letting you go. Not now. Not ever.”

You wanted to protest, to push her away, but your body wasn’t listening. Her touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure through you as she stripped you bare. Her hands roamed over your chest, her nails lightly scratching your skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

“You’re so beautiful,” she murmured, her voice filled with awe. She leaned in, her lips brushing against your neck as her hands worked to unbuckle your belt. “All mine. Finally.”

Your pants hit the floor with a soft thud, and then she was on her knees before you, her dark eyes locking with yours. “Let me show you how much I’ve missed you,” she whispered, her breath hot against your skin. Her hands gripped your thighs, her nails digging in just enough to make you gasp.

And then her mouth was on you, hot and wet, as she took you deep into her throat. Her tongue swirled around you, her lips pressing against you in a way that made your head spin. She moaned around you, the vibration sending shivers down your spine.

“Hanni,” you groaned, your hands tangling in her hair. “You… you don’t have to—”

“Yes, I do,” she murmured, pulling back just enough to look up at you. Her lips were swollen, her eyes dark with desire. “I want to make you feel good. I want to make you mine.”

Her words sent a jolt of heat straight to your core, and before you could stop yourself, you were thrusting into her mouth, your hips moving on their own. She moaned around you, her throat tightening around you as she took you deeper, her nails digging into your thighs.

“God, Hanni,” you gasped, your vision swimming. “I’m… I’m close—”

She pulled back, her lips leaving you with a soft pop. “Not yet,” she whispered, her voice husky. She stood up, her hands moving to the hem of her shirt. “I want you to feel me. All of me.”

She pulled the shirt over her head, revealing her bare skin. Her breasts were small but perfect, her nipples already hard and begging for attention. She stepped out of her shorts, leaving her completely bare before you.

“Do you want me, Y/n?” she asked, her voice trembling with need. “Do you want me as much as I want you?”

You couldn’t speak, couldn’t think. All you could do was nod, your eyes drinking in the sight of her. She was beautiful, perfect, and in that moment, you didn’t care about the consequences. All you cared about was her.

She climbed onto the bed, straddling your lap, her hands resting on your chest. “Then take me,” she whispered, her eyes locked with yours. “Make me yours.”

You hesitated for a moment, but then she was guiding you into her, her warmth enveloping you completely. She moaned, her head falling back as she began to move, her hips rocking against yours in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

“Yes,” she gasped, her nails digging into your shoulders. “Yes, Y/n. Just like that.”

You gripped her hips, thrusting up into her as she rode you, her moans filling the room. Her body was tight around you, her warmth driving you closer and closer to the edge. Her hands moved to yours, intertwining your fingers as she leaned down, her lips brushing against yours.

“I love you,” she whispered against your lips. “I’ll always love you.”

Her words sent a jolt of heat through you, and with a groan, you spilled inside her, your body shuddering with the force of your release. She followed soon after, her body trembling as she cried out your name.

For a moment, you just held each other, your breathing ragged, your hearts pounding in sync. But then she leaned back, her eyes locking with yours, and you knew. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

“This is just the beginning,” she whispered, her voice filled with promise. “You’re mine, Y/n. Forever.”

The room was heavy with the scent of sweat and desire, the air thick with the weight of what had just happened. Hanni’s body was still pressed against yours, her warmth seeping into your skin, but there was no time for you to catch your breath. Her eyes, dark and unrelenting, locked onto yours, and she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against your ear.

“I’m not done with you yet,” she whispered, her voice low and teasing. “I want more. All of you.”

You tried to speak, to protest, but the words caught in your throat. Hanni’s fingers traced patterns down your chest, her touch electrifying, making it impossible to think clearly. She shifted her weight, straddling you with a confidence that left you speechless. Her hips pressed down against you, and you could feel how ready she was, how desperate.

“You’re so big,” she murmured, her voice dripping with admiration. “I’ve been thinking about this for so long. About how it would feel to have you inside me. To have you ruin me.”

Her words sent a shiver down your spine, and despite the unease creeping into the corners of your mind, your body responded to her. She could feel it too, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips as she ground her hips against you.

“That’s it,” she cooed, her hands trailing down to your waist. “Let go. Just for me.”

Before you could respond, she slid off of you, her movements slow and deliberate. She kneeled between your legs, her hands resting on your thighs as she looked up at you with those dark, pleading eyes.

“I want to taste you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I want to feel you in my throat. Please.”

Her fingers wrapped around you, and you gasped at the contact. She was already so wet, so eager, but this was something else entirely. Her tongue flicked out, teasing the tip, and you couldn’t help but groan.

“Hanni…” you started, but she didn’t let you finish. She took you into her mouth, her lips closing around you as she began to move. Her tongue swirled around you, her pace slow but deliberate, and you could feel the heat of her mouth, the tightness of her throat.

She took you deeper, her hands gripping your thighs as she worked her way down your length. Her eyes never left yours, and the intensity in them was almost too much to bear. She wanted you to see how much she wanted this, how much she needed it.

“Fuck,” you muttered, your fingers tangling in her hair as she continued. She moaned around you, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through your body. She was taking you deeper now, her throat relaxing as she swallowed you whole.

“Hanni, you don’t have to…” you tried to say, but she pulled back just enough to look up at you.

“I want to,” she insisted, her voice breathless. “I want to feel you cum in my throat. I want you to ruin me.”

Her words were like a spark, igniting something deep inside you. She didn’t give you a chance to respond, taking you back into her mouth, her pace quickening. Her throat tightened around you, and you could feel yourself getting closer, the pressure building with every movement of her lips.

“Hanni...” you groaned, your grip tightening in her hair. She moaned in response, the sound muffled as she took you even deeper. Her hands moved to your hips, pulling you closer, and you could feel her throat contracting around you.

It was too much. With a groan, you spilled into her, your body tensing as you released. Hanni didn’t pull away, swallowing every drop, her throat working around you as she took everything you had to give.

When you finally relaxed, she pulled back, a triumphant smile on her lips. Her face was flushed, her eyes glazed with satisfaction, and she looked up at you with a mix of adoration and hunger.

“See?” she said, her voice hoarse but filled with pride. “I told you I could take it.”

You were still catching your breath, your heart pounding in your chest, but she wasn’t done. She climbed back onto your lap, her hands resting on your shoulders as she straddled you once more.

“Now it’s my turn,” she whispered, her hips grinding against you. “I want to feel all of you. Every. Single. Inch.”

Her words sent a jolt of heat through you, and you could feel yourself hardening again beneath her. She smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she positioned herself above you.

“Hanni, wait…” you started, but she didn’t let you finish. She sank down onto you, her body stretching to accommodate you, and you couldn’t hold back the groan that escaped your lips.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” she murmured, her voice breathless as she began to move. Her hips rolled against you, her pace slow but deliberate, and you could feel every inch of her as she took you deeper.

Her hands moved to your chest, her nails digging lightly into your skin as she rode you. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, her body trembling with pleasure as she moved.

“You’re mine,” she whispered, her voice filled with possessiveness. “All mine.”

Her pace quickened, her hips slamming down against you with a desperation that left you breathless. Her fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as she leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear.

“Cum inside me,” she begged, her voice trembling with need. “I want to feel you. Please.”

Her words were like a spark, igniting the fire inside you, and with a groan, you spilled into her, your body shuddering with the force of your release. She followed soon after, her body trembling as she cried out your name.

For a moment, you just held each other, your breathing ragged, your hearts pounding in sync. But then she leaned back, her eyes locking with yours, and you knew. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

Hanni, Climbs to you. As she hugged you, Her eyes were burning as She forced you to kiss her. Her tounge, Playfully. "You're mine now.. ".