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[happilyhertale]

Thank u! 🥰 Glad you like it!

Could you write something where the reader is Aemond’s wife (she can be a sister wife, Nyra’s daughter, or have an unspecified mother, whatever you’d like) and she is nearing the end of her first pregnancy. Everyone: the maids, maesters, her mom, Healana are all telling her birth stories and they are telling basically 24/7 and eventually she can’t take it anymore and gets so scared (as many stories of horrific). She never was scared before, nervous sure, but this fear of giving birth is basically drowning her. Aemond knows something is wrong with his wife, cause she is acting strange and isn’t sleeping, but he can’t pin point what is plaguing her. Until one family dinner, someone mentions a relative who died during birth in a conversation and the reader (rather harshly) excuses her self from the table. Aemond follows suit and she breaks down in his arms and he comforts her.

Bonus points if you add the birth, you don’t have to if you don’t think it would fit. But basically a happy ending with comfort.

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Battlefield of women - Aemond Targaryen x female!reader

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Author’s note: Hey you (:

Another little story requested by a wonderful Anon! I hope you like it (:

English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Word count: 2.4 k

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"I swear!" shouts-whispers the lady sitting with you in the garden.

"No way...", sounds another lady.

You just look back and forth between the ladies. With a mixture of fear and disgust.

"Yes, you can trust me!"

The lady just shakes her head, "It's not possible for a child to be torn apart at birth and then live on!"

"Lyana! I swear that I saw the child! At the market! The mother had it in her arms!"

You can't join in the conversation. Your pale skin is even paler than usual and a nausea overcomes you. Slowly you stroke your big baby bump. You were never afraid of the birth... a certain nervousness perhaps, who wouldn't be nervous? But this story somehow changed your attitude. The two ladies continued to talk about the halved child the mother was holding in her arms. But you tried not to listen and turned your attention to the cup in your hand.

When you get back to your chambers that evening, you have no appetite. Aemond stands irritated in front of you, you don't want to accompany him to the hall to have dinner with the family. Dinner has become your ritual, where he tells you about his day. The time of day when you finally have time for each other. But he only nods slightly at you and gently kisses your forehead before leaving your chambers to have dinner with his family.

You have always looked forward to becoming a mother. And when you finally received the news that you were pregnant, it was the most beautiful moment you had ever experienced. Aemond, your lord husband, happened to be present when you received the news and was also overjoyed. When the maester left your chambers again, Aemond held you in his arms and showered you with kisses. He is a loving husband who reads your every wish from your lips. And nothing changed during your pregnancy, only increasing his care and affection.

But your positive attitude towards your pregnancy and birth diminished as you heard more and more stories of complicated births.

The story of the lady who saw the "half child" on the market was followed by a story of Helaena. You sat together in the garden and let the midday sun warm you. Jaehaerys and Jaehaera sat in front of you in the grass and played. Smiling, you watched the two of them giggling. Slowly your hand wandered gently over your belly. When Helaena spoke to you about the birth.

"Are you afraid of giving birth?" she smiled at you.

You shook your head, "No... I don't think it will be too bad. Aemond will be by my side the whole time too," you smiled at her.

"Oh Aemond is just great!" she claps her hands together, "Aegon wasn't by my side... Only my mother... But that was probably better," she looks dreamily into the distance.

"Because it actually felt like I was being torn apart!", she giggles, "But that was only because they were both trying to push their way out at the same time", the smile didn't leave her lips.

Your breath caught and you just looked startled at the twins. Inside you were screaming and hoping that there was only one child inside you and that it wouldn't tear you apart.

From then on you were plagued by the thought, what if you do have twins inside you?

But the maesters you went to see assured you that your belly was too small for twins. You were not reassured by the fact that one of the maesters added that you could, of course, also have two small children inside you, which would not make your belly as big as it usually is for twins.

Exhausted, you return to your chambers. Aemond also comes into your chambers shortly afterwards. He was very much looking forward to seeing you, but is worried when he finally sees you. You lie on your bed, seemingly powerless. He sits down on the bed with you and gently strokes your arm.

"My love...", he whispers.

You smile slightly at him.

"Are you coming to dinner?" he asks almost shyly.

You nod to him.

You eat a little, but not enough. Again and again, the fear that you might have twins inside you drills into your thoughts.

As you lie in bed at night, you cannot sleep. Aemond holds you securely in his arms and you listen to his soft breathing. But still you cannot close your eyes. Every time you close them, images immediately pop into your head of lying on a bloody bed and twins tearing you apart.

When the first rays of sunlight reach your window, you look over, startled. You haven't slept all night. Aemond moves slightly beside you and pulls you closer. He slowly opens his eye and sees you simply looking at the ceiling.

"My love..." he whispers in his sleepy, raspy voice.

You turn to face him. He smiles gently and you kiss his lips. But he notices the large, dark circles that adorn your eyes. His gaze becomes concerned.

"You didn't sleep...?" he asks gently.

You just shake your head.

"What's bothering you?", his arms pull you even closer to him.

You press your face into the crook of his neck, "Nothing my dragon... It's... just the pregnancy"

He lets his hand wander gently through your hair.

You don't want to annoy him with your silly thoughts. Your seemingly suddenly irrational fear of childbirth... He has more important things to do.

In the afternoon you sit with the ladies again. You are drinking tea together when you hear the next story. A lady tells you that her child had to be taken out with forceps. Her child simply refused to come out on its own. And so the maesters had to fetch the forceps. Now her child has a deformed skull... But, what can she do, she still loves her child and thanks to her high position, the child will be married off anyway. Your hands tremble as you bring your teacup to your mouth.

You love that little thing inside you. Your love seems endless. But in the meantime, your fear seems just as great. That you have two children inside you who want to go out at the same time. That your child will tear you apart... or that the forceps will have to be fetched and you will be blamed for your child being deformed. Will Aemond hate you for it then?

But Aemond would never hate you. Lately, he's just worried about you. You rarely eat anymore. Sleep is also a stranger to you lately. And it's not unusual for him to find you with red, puffy eyes. He immediately notices that you must have been crying. He can only watch worriedly as you leave for walks alone because you don't want to tell him what's bothering you. Somehow it seems to him that you avoid his presence. He is not used to that. You have always spent your free time together, exchanged caresses. Now you were no longer reachable for him. And that makes him insecure. He can't live without your love, your affection.

Even in the evening, when you are lying in bed and you usually snuggle up to him and he holds you safely, you turn away.

He lies on his side and looks in your direction, but he only sees your back, which is turned towards him. The warmth that usually emanates from you seems replaced by a quiet coldness.

Nevertheless, he snuggles up to you from behind, holds you, inhales your scent. Anything to numb the feeling that you might be estranged from him.

What Aemond doesn't know is that you're not doing this on purpose. You are merely caught up in your thoughts. And these thoughts cannot be stopped. The thoughts of whether you can be there for your child, be a loving mother. Whether you leave Aemond behind...

The next evening, Aemond persuades you to join him for dinner in the hall. He kneels before you, holds your hands and seeks the warmth in your gaze. He is very worried and wants you to eat with the family that night. He is not greeted by your natural warmth in your eyes, but you smile at him and lightly kiss his lips.

Together you go into the hall. As you sit together at the table, Aemond holds your hand the whole time. Again and again his thumb gently wanders over your skin. Tonight your appetite also seems to be present.

Aegon has already drunk a lot of wine and is in the best of moods. You look up in shock when even here, at dinner, the subject of birth comes up.

You try not to listen. You clasp Aemond's hand and try to concentrate on the way his beautiful fingers grip your hand and bring the fork to your mouth. But you can hardly ignore Aegon when he is literally shouting across half the table.

"I tell you, when I entered the back rooms of the noble house, I saw the whore in the midst of childbirth."

Alicent looks at Aegon, "Do you think that is adequate dinner conversation?"

Aegon just nods.

You close your eyes and don't notice the fork wobbling with your entire hand. Aemond notices and looks at you with concern. But your eyes remain closed, you try to breathe calmly.

"My love, are you all right?" Aemond whispers in your ear.

You just nod, but don't dare look at him.

Aegon suddenly chuckles and looks into his cup before taking a big gulp of wine.

"It literally tore her apart! There was blood and faeces everywhere! And then she died.", he wipes his mouth with his backhand.

"Aegon! That's disgusting!", Helaena replies to him, startled. Alicent only admonishes Aegon.

"What? A birth is something natural! And it didn't happen to you, it's all good..." he looks annoyed at his plate.

"It's not natural if the mother dies in the process! A mother should live, take care of the child..." Helaena counters him, " and besides, I didn't have an easy birth... Pushing two children out is not a pleasure... But you would know that if you had been there," she murmurs.

You stiffen. Your breath stops.

Aegon looks at Helaena, "Yes… But it's going well... The kid is alive and handing out drinks in Flea Bottom... in my favourite brothel"

You can't listen to any more of it. "Excuse me," but before you have uttered your words, you are already on your way out of the hall.

Aemond looks first at his hand, which was holding yours seconds ago, and then up. Immediately he gets up from the table and walks after you.

He runs after you and catches up with you relatively quickly, as you are not so fast because of your big belly. He holds you by the arm and turns you towards him. When you look into his eye, you can't hold it back any longer. Tears spring to your eyes. You slump down sobbing, Aemond catches you. He doesn't know what's going on and tries desperately to hold you, to calm you down somehow.

"My love... please talk to me... what is troubling you?"

But you only sob. He continues to hold you, gently stroking your back and holding your head in the crook of his neck. Eventually you manage to speak between your sobs, "I'm going to die! Our child will serve drinks in a cheap brothel!! Because I will die during childbirth!!"

He looks at you, startled, "What? My love? Why should you die??"

You gasp, "Like the whore! In Flea Bottom!!"

Now Aemond realizes it... Aegon's story.

"No. My love. You will not die. With you will be maesters and midwives! You will not die!"

But your sobs grow louder and Aemond literally absorbs your panic.

"My love... please... are you in pain?"

You shake your head slightly and the tears flow continuously, "Then our child will be torn apart! Or taken out with forceps... It will be deformed... We have to force a wedding because the skull will be deformed! You will hate me..."

You tremble and sob. When Aemond has processed your words, he takes your face in his hands, "Listen to me, my love. Listen to me."

Your breath catches, but you look at him. Your eyes are red and swollen.

"Nothing will happen to you. Do you hear me? I don't know why you think soemthing like that, but nothing is going to happen to you."

You just nod slightly.

"I mean it. Nothing will happen to you. You're not going to die. Our child will not die and will not be deformed. And never could I hate you... I love you."

You look into his purple eye.

"I will be with you all the time. I won't let anything happen to you."

You slowly calm down and nod slightly again. He spreads gentle kisses on your face while there are still scattered sobs from you.

"Nothing. Will. Happen. To. You." each word is followed by a soft kiss on your lips. You have to smile slightly.

"I promise you," he whispers against your lips.

"One more push, love!!!"

Aemond has been sitting next to you for hours after your contractions started at night. He holds your hand, kisses your face and dabs the sweat from your forehead. You almost managed to push your child out of you.

You scream with all your might and suddenly you are drowned out by baby cries. Your tear-streaked face is covered with a smile. Exhausted, you fall backwards into the pillow. Aemond smiles too and kisses your hand gently again and again. As the maester approaches you and hands you your child, "Princess... It's a healthy boy," you smile and take your son. Gently you let your lips glide over your son's bright, silver hair. He is still crying, but he is healthy. He did not have to be pulled out with forceps. He is not deformed. Neither you nor your son have been torn apart.

You press him close to you and inhale his scent. Gently you kiss his head. Aemond has his arms around you and soflty kisses your cheek, "What should his name be?" he whispers to you.

"What do you think of Baelor?" you smile at Aemond.

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[visionsofmagic]

day 2: ryomen sukuna [breeding kink]

࿓ synopsis • sukuna just wants a womb to put his babies in but it changes when he fucks you.

―❦ nsfw, explicit language, f!reader, heian era!sukuna who has fours arms, concubine!reader, contains of a bit dark themes, licking, marks, pet names, humiliation, sukuna is being sukuna, a bit of fluff, sex addiction, fingering, cum, overstimulation [‘is all I guess?] • 1.8k • the first time I am writing for my favorite villain from jjk. Excited but there can be mistakes. enjoy! [kinktober m.]

“fuck brat!” a dark chuckling, mocking you as his crimson four eyes look at below - at the mess you are making because of his thick cocks inside your walls, deep enough to make it ache like hell yet magnificent enough to give you the pleasure no one can. “look at how my seed is coming out of your pathetic pussy.” 

he doesn’t wait for you to respond- to even comprehend what he’s saying, holding your smaller face by the chin as his palm stays on your cheek. 

he lowers your head down, making you look at his cocks disappearing inside your pussy, and a bit of his hot semen dripping from it to his abdomen. 

“it’s-“ you try to say, sounding husky since you have only moaned, and screamed in the last few hours. closing your eyes, a jolt of electricity mixed with pain and pleasure runs through your body, even in veins, when he moves his hips, thrusting into you one more time before making you sit on his cocks once again - oh, his two damn big cocks should’ve ripped you apart if he wasn’t this gentle, surprisingly calm and gentle because he wants you to stay alive - you will have his legacy inside your womb after all, the reason why he fucks you for the past few hours.

“is it too much?” mocking again, his tongue on the abdomen takes a lick from your abdomen, traveling to your breasts from there, sending another mix of tears and moans.

“suku – aghh!“ a slap on the ass, “my king! oh, it’s - it’s too much! I can’t - I can’t -!” 

he only laughs at your poor attempts, “you can’t?” he asks, not a question though, only a treat as he sounds like pure poison. one of his hands holds you from your neck harshly enough to make you shake in fear for a moment while the other free one caress your hair - the opposite actions of his two arms gives you a dizzying sensation that takes your logical side from you, giving you pure insanity in return.

“be grateful that I fuck you whore,” his other two hands hold your waist as he makes you move forward and backward, riding you slowly. you only hear your own breaths as if there is nothing left inside your lungs, eyes already blurred that look at his bastard but attractive face, hands standing beside you because you have no brain to use them, not anymore, not after he fucked you in 5 different positions already. “there are thousands of women and men who beg for my cocks, you know that, right brat?” 

his hands move from your waist to your ass, grasping the flesh tightly – too tightly to leave red marks as you believe after feeling a sudden heat rushing to the skin he is holding, however, he doesn’t care at all – why he should anyway? you’re just one of his concubines – maybe his favorite one for the moment, and him showing you mercy and a bit of affection – unlike he does for others – doesn’t mean anything; you’re just there to take his hot semen every now and then, whenever he wants to fuck that pussy and brain of yours so that you can have his legacy inside you, heir to him – lots of heirs.

“puff –“ he says, scoffing after that, picking you up – a pathetic and cuckdumbed woman in his arms, he thinks, gazing at your half-closed eyes, agape mouth – salvia running out of it, “disgusting,” he says in a low tone but contrary to his words, his actions are proof that he likes what he sees because he keeps going and going until his eyes travel from that open mouth of yours he wants to put one of his cocks in, to your breasts full of biting marks that turned to red, moving to your pussy from there.

his cocks’ tips standing beneath your pussy that is pouring his semen ‘cause it is too fucking much.

shaking his head in arrogance, he puts your body on his lap with a bridal style, left hands staying on your back while a free one stays on your pussy, caressing it and he watches how your body begins to shake again, a hand is put on his chest, holding his wide open sleeve’s side tightly as if you have right to do that, and even your head fall into his shoulder, breathing rapidly yet lowly as he holds your body close to him.

why he does that – why he allows you to do that; remains unanswered.

he doesn’t think much, not now, he has a desire to put that damn semen into your wide-open pussy.

holding your thighs apart, his fingers – two long and thick fingers enter into your messy slit, white wetness joins into hot walls one by one, and it continues until sukuna is satisfied with it. “do not fucking dare to move now, woman.” he treats you. he sounds he is one step away from breaking your neck if you do move. you should fear him, you know, oppositely, you do otherwise, giving astonishing state to sukuna, making him freeze for a moment when he feels you getting closer to him, a hand travels on his neck, and a head sits on his shoulder, you even open your legs wider.

you don’t say anything, the mouth is too dry to speak aloud; he gets it though – and that gives satisfaction to him, and his responses end with a new position.

being the definition of menace for desires live within him, and you witness it when he puts you on the carpet, hovering below you as he cages you between his four arms, then, one of them appears on your abdomen, pushing it into the floor – gently yet it feels terrifying.

you look into his crimson eyes, hoping to see sanity inside them – what a fool you’re to try searching.

no, no – you think to yourself, conscious coming back even though you're high – he will not fuck you as a concubine now, he will fuck you as if you’re his queen, you’re so sure of it and the words slipping out of his smirking mouth prove you right.

“I will fuck so many babies inside this womb that you won’t be able to even walk, pretty slut,” a compliment, huh, sounds different than you thought, still, gives a jolt of happiness throughout your entire body that lying beneath his massive body, ready to take him one more – or maybe even more – time.  “I will make a fucking queen out of you with my children. don’t you worry whore,”

the only thing you can remember is seeing his big smile – entertaining before the only thing you can comprehend is his presence below you, behind you, under you – hands conquers every part of your body because you’re his – the one who will give him heir, stay beside him, being a fucking queen of kings of curses. “you’re entirely mine now. mine to have – fuccck! – mine to fuck! and mine to breed.”

❦ tagging: @lilvampirina !

[gleafer]

THERE’S NO “I” IN EFFORT

Part 5: THE END (or is it?)

Go to Reddit/r/Goodomensafterdark search smut war art for BONUS ENDING

Also, epilogue and outtakes will be dropping soon on my Patreon, so if you want to join us, now is a great time to jump on in!

Hope you enjoyed the ride!😘❤️

[elizzsush]

Deadpool coded reader:

Reader: dramatically and sadly, “Day 925, the bats show no sign of releasing me- a totally normal and amazing citizen from this prison.”

Reader; “he has left the second scariest Robin to guard me, Jason.”

Red hood: a little offended; “Second?”

Reader: shuttering looking like she’s reliving something, “Damien is like a angry dog, he bites.”

Reader: “also is this lega- and he walked away. Hey! I want to speak to a lawyer!!”

Reader: now yelling “I have rights!!! I think- do you have rights in Gotham?”

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Batman: finally shows up.

Reader: “hey It’s You! You know if I head a penny for a rich completely normal guy who is the center of a multi million  franchise of hero’s- while also being a hero himself through the means of money… well Id have two pennies!”

Dick: “what…?”

[goddidntdothis]

BLOODMILK | A PATHOLOGIC FAN COMIC | 17 PGS. | The Mistresses discuss a thorny matter.

[ellssbellss]

Lavender Roses - Masterlist

-> summary: "Now I could be wrong, but I think we may be witnessing the beginnings of love here." You met his eyes, and realized how true those words really were.

or, you're an honor student who just happens to fall in love with your best friend, kyo.

-> updates: once a month! see schedule

- - - - Starting Today, You are a Host! (pt. 1, pt. 2, pt.3, pt.4,)

- - - - The Job of a High School Host! (pt. 5, pt. 6)

- - - - Beware The Physical Exam! (pt. 7, pt.8)

- - - - Attack of the Lady Manager! (pt. 9)

- - - - The Twins Fight! (pt. 10, pt.11)

- - - - The Grade School Host is the Naughty Type! (pt. 12, pt. 13)

- - - - Jungle Pool SOS! (pt. 14)

- - - - BONUS! Weekend Movie Night (here)

- - - - The Sun, The Sea, and The Host Club! (pt. 15, pt. 16)

- - - - A Challenge from Lobelia Girl’s Academy! (pt. 17, pt. 18)

- - - - A Day In The Life of the Fujioka Family! (pt. 19)

[pearlsdefenseattorny]

since we're all talking about SU again, i want to say my perspective of pearlrose neither condemns their relationship as toxic or upholds it as ideal. i think that stance is surprisingly uncommon. theyre a comfy mix between Meant for Each Other, and Coercive Doomed Incommunicative Mess, and the middle ground ive settled on is that despite powerful mutual love, they never fully understood each other nor could they provide what the other really Needed in a comitted relationship. i LOVE them together. not just becuz theyre sweet and cute and sexy but becuz, like most of SU's relationships, theres a huge well of depth to dip into. much of it is sad. the tragedy of pearlrose isn't that Rose didnt love Pearl (bonkers take) or Greg showed up and ruined everything (double bonkers) or Pearl had to move on from her evil abusive ex (triple bonkers), but that neither of them could wade that swamp of trauma and shared history and feelings to SEE the other clearly and accept her. THATS sad. not your weird half-baked surface level heteronormative take which boils Rose to down to a caricature and Pearl to a victim.

Rose is a really sad character. PD was a deeply empathetic individual in a society which criminalized empathy, stamped down compassion, and rewarded and fostered exploitation and dehumanization of those hierarchically beneath you. i am totally willing and happy to hash out all her sins (gag order, abandoning spinel, bubbling bismuth, lying..) but not until we aknowledge the humility and good character revealed in establishing the rebellion itself, emancipating pearl, and so on... homegirl never even knew what mutual respect was LIKE before greg becuz in rebecca sugars own words, he was the ONLY one who demanded to be treated like a real person. i think she said "everyone else had either been above or below her."

Rose was set up for moral failure! she didnt stand a chance (and neither did pearl😬) but she made the boldest, most humbling, most *dangerous* move of playing both sides then at last ceding power and we need to give her credit. the biggest failure of the movie was hammering into the audience's head how awful she was. she was so complicated. she was so sad. she hated herself. she loved everyone. she tried so hard. she LOVED pearl. you werent always good Rose Quartz but they could never make me hate you

[hanniebaeee]

Oh my God, thank you so so much 😍 I absolutely adore Jinnie and it makes me so happy that you love the way I write him💕 I love reading your comments, they're always so sweet and motivating!!

Thank you so much for reading and all the love, it means so much🫶

Code Love

Hyunjin x fem!reader

Warnings: nothing!!

Genre: colleagues to lovers, flufffff

Summary: Hyunjin is a brilliant post doc at the lab where you're perusing your PhD. He is such a sweet and sexy genius, and you are completely in love.

a/n : For all my science/research girlies 🤭

It was another late night at the lab. You were squinting at the test tubes in front of you trying to make sense of the results. But you were struggling to concentrate with the way your heart was pounding.

He was just sitting there, at his workstation, effortlessly spinning a pipette between his long, elegant fingers. Nothing for your dramatic heart to pound like that.

“Did you hear me, Y/N?” Hyunjin’s soft voice cut through your thoughts.

“Huh?” you blinked, attempting to act like you hadn’t just been imagining how those fingers would feel on your - never mind.

“I said,” Hyunjin grinned, “you’re incubating that reaction too long.”

“Oh, um, I knew that” you fumbled with the timer, cheeks heating up. “Totally knew that. Thanks, Hyunjin.”

“Sure, no problem,” he said, eyes sparkling like he enjoyed watching you unravel.

God, why was he like this?

That face? Those lips? And that brain? This was unfair. He had to have some flaw - how can a man be this perfect?

“Are you staying late tonight?” he asked casually, leaning back in his chair.

“I have to,” you mumbled. “This experiment is dragging on, and I have to submit the report by the end of the week.”

Hyunjin hummed, and said, “Oh good, I'll have some company then.”

You could literally see him doodling flowers into his book - he had nothing to do here. But yet every time you had to stay in late, he'd be hanging around too. Just the two of you.

Your brain immediately betrayed you, fueling your wild fantasy where he wasn’t staying late for work but because he secretly wanted to spend time alone with you. You were fighting so hard to maintain a shred of professionalism, but it was so hard when he was looking at you like that.

Hyunjin hummed softly under his breath as he continued to doodle, the sound sending tingles down your spine. Of course he was a good singer too. You just didn't understand what the universe even wanted from you anymore.

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“I swear to God, Ji, if he twirls that pipette one more time, I’m going to launch myself across the lab bench, and just -” You were sprawled on the sofa in Jisung's apartment, sighing dramatically.

Jisung was your work bestie, working in the lab next door to yours. And he was the only one in the world who knew about your extreme devotion to Hyunjin.

Jisung burst out laughing, as he said, “This is bad, babe,”

“Bad? Jisung, I seriously can't even think when he's around.” you said. “Oh my God!!”

“Have you considered just telling him you like him?” Jisung smirked.

“Right, and ruin the perfectly good thing we have going where I pine silently while he ruins me with his brilliance? No, thank you.”

“You’re hopeless.”

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The next late-night session happened way too soon, where Hyunjin wandered over to your bench, peering at your data from over your shoulder. He leaned in close, the scent of cologne (or whatever pheromones that he's sending your way) invading your senses - it's simply intoxicating.

“Want me to take a look at that?” he asked, “You've been spending way too much time on it.”

“Yeah,” you muttered, trying not to stutter. “It’s just...a lot of noise in the data.”

“Let me see,” he said, pulling a stool next to you. He reached for the keyboard, and your heart fluttered as his fingers brushed yours.

You wanted to cry. Please don't be so sweet and sexy at the same time, you begged internally. You cursed your body for betraying you with every glance while he explained what he was doing. You could feel the tension in your shoulders as you tried to focus on what he was saying.

Get a grip, Y/N, you reminded yourself. This is professional. Stop fantasizing about this ridiculously hot man who’s inexplicably obsessed with helping you.

When he finally looked up, you realized you’d been staring at him the whole time.

“What?” he asked, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

“Nothing... thanks. You’re really good at this,” you stammered.

He tilted his head, studying you for a moment.

“You’re good at this too, Y/N. We all have our bad days. Don’t sell yourself short.” he said, patting your shoulder gently before standing up.

You felt your heart squeeze at the sincerity in his tone, and you watched as he went back to his own seat.

Stop it. He’s being nice. Don’t read into it. Just focus on the work.

But it was so hard not to read into it. The way he leaned closer when he spoke, the way his fingersa brushed against yours when he passed you something, and the way he was always so soft with you.

Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it.

“Y/N, I’m begging you. BEGGING. Tell him. I'm sure he's dying to hear it.” Jisung said, smiling at the girl who handed over our coffees at the cafe.

“You don’t get it! I can't risk it, if he's just being nice, then -”

“Babe,” Jisung drawled, “what world do you live in?!”

“Don’t give me hope, Ji.” you sighed as you walked towards your lab, the early morning breeze cool against your skin.

“Hope? The man stays late every time you do, flirts with you nonstop, and compliments you after he does your work for you. At this point, I’m falling for him,” Jisung said, throwing his hands up. “Seriously, babe, if you don’t jump him soon, I might.”

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The cold room was your least favorite part of the lab. You hated everything about it - the freezing temperature, its claustrophobic size and the damn protein extraction procedure that drained the life out of you.

But here you were, miserably clutching your samples and praying for the nightmare to end soon.

“Y/N?” Hyunjin’s voice echoed through the door as it opened, and you turned to see him stepping in.

Great. Now you were cold and flustered.

“How's the extraction going?” he asked, his tone light as he slipped on his gloves.

“Going wonderfully,” you muttered, shivering despite your layers.

He grinned, coming closer and watching you work.

“Do you want me to take over?” He asked, making you sigh.

“And miss out on the joy of freezing to death? Never,” you joked weakly, and Hyunjin laughed. “You're too nice, Hyunjin. But I've got this.”

“Nice?” he repeated, leaning back slightly but still watching you intently. “You sure about that?”

You froze, suddenly way too aware of how close he was standing. Was he teasing you? Was this flirting?

“I- I mean, yeah,” you stammered, breaking eye contact. “You’re always helping me...”

“Maybe I have my reasons.” Hyunjin tilted his head, his smile softening.

Your heart leapt into your throat as you asked, “Reasons?”

Before he could answer, the door swung open.

“How's your favorite experiment going?” Jisung's loud voice floated in. “Oh, hi Hyunjin!”

You didn't know if you wanted to strangle Jisung for ruining the moment or hug him for saving you from it.

Hyunjin, ever the sweetheart, just laughed and said, “Hi Jisung, I think she's doing just fine,”

“Of course she is,” Jisung said, moving aside for Hyunjin to step out.

“What was that?” He asked as soon as Hyunjin left.

“What are you doing here?!” you hissed. “We were getting somewhere, but also, if you hadn't come I would've fainted. Like I feel so dizzy, my gloves are all wet from sweating-”

“Y/N,” Jisung said, gripping your shoulders and shaking you lightly. “You like him. He obviously likes you. The universe is literally freezing you together in this cold room to force you to act. Next time, please -”

It was barely 5 am, and you groaned as you shuffled into the lab, your hair in a messy bun and sleep still stinging your eyes. But the bacterial cultures didn’t care about your sleep schedule - or lack thereof.

Throwing on your lab coat and gloves with the grace of a zombie, you started checking the growth plates with bleary eyes.

You’d barely managed to finish when Jisung strolled in, carrying two steaming cups of coffee.

“Morning, Sleeping Beauty,” he teased, setting a cup in front of you.

“I love you, Ji,” you muttered, taking the first sip and feeling a spark of life return to your body. “I don't know why I wanted to be a scientist.”

Jisung plopped down next to you, snickering, and started scrolling through his phone while you leaned your head against his shoulder. And he rested his head against yours, before placing a quick peck on your temple.

You were starting to fall asleep, when the lab door creaked open.

You both glanced up to see Hyunjin walk in. His cheeks were pink from the cold and he stopped at the door for a second, his eyes fixed on you.

“Morning,” he greeted, and you gave him a small wave, still too sleepy to form words. Jisung returned the greeting, and then left quickly.

You noticed Hyunjin’s smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. That's new. He moved to his workstation, setting down his bag and pulling out his laptop.

You sat up straighter, something about Hyunjin’s silence gnawing at you. He didn’t even glance your way, which was unusual.

Hyunjin, meanwhile, was battling a whirlwind of emotions. He knew you and Jisung were close friends - you’d mentioned it so many times. But seeing the way your head rested against his shoulder and Jisung had kissed your temple - it just looked way too intimate. Too cosy.

He hated feeling this way, especially when you weren’t his to begin with. Still, the disappointment twisted in his chest and he didn't know what to do about it. So he focused on his work.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop his gaze from drifting back to you.

---

You let it go on till about noon. But it was killing you - you weren't used to this kind of behavior from Hyunjin and it was starting to stress you out. So summoning your courage, you walked over to Hyunjin and said, “Hey,”

He glanced up, his expression neutral as he said, “Hey.”

“You okay?” you asked, trying to keep your tone light. “You're so...quiet.”

“I’m fine. Just a lot on my mind.” Hyunjin said, giving you a small smile.

“You sure?” you pressed, feeling a strange pang of hurt.

He nodded, but his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Yeah. Don’t worry about me.”

You stood there for a moment, unsure of what to say. He was being so distant, and it left a strange, hollow ache in your chest. Finally, you gave him a small nod and walked back to your seat, feeling totally crushed by his uncharacteristic coolness.

Hyunjin’s silence stretched into the next day. And the day after that. In fact he hadn't spoken more than a couple of words to you in the past two days. And it hurt so much, considering the fact that you don't even know why he was doing this all of a sudden.

You tried to brush it off at first. Maybe he was just busy, or stressed. But the space he was putting between you felt deliberate, like he was doing this on purpose.

Hyunjin, on the other hand, was crumbling inside. He adored you. And that too for long enough that the thought of losing you was nearly unbearable.

You and Jisung were so close. And you looked so comfortable. He couldn't take it. He wasn't going to let his heart shatter like that.

So, he’d made a decision: if he couldn’t have you, he’d rather step back than risk the heartbreak of watching you fall for someone else. Even if it meant burying his feelings.

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The next morning, you were back in the cold room. You’d been trying to salvage your protein extraction for hours, but nothing was going right. Your hands were trembling as you loaded yet another sample, and your vision blurred with tears of frustration.

“This is so stupid,” you whispered to yourself, your voice cracking. “Why can’t anything just go right for once?”

You sniffled, wiping your cheek with your sleeve, as you continued your monologue.

“I just want my Jinnie back. Why does he hate me now? What did I do wrong?” your voice wavered as you spoke through your tears.

What you didn't see was that the cold room door had opened quietly, and Hyunjin had stepped inside. He froze at the sound of your voice, his chest tightening at the sadness in your words.

Your Jinnie?

Your name slipped from his lips, soft and hesitant, “Y/N?”

You stiffened, your body freezing and your heart racing as you heard his voice.

“What?” you croaked, refusing to turn around, too mortified to meet his eyes.

“Why are you crying?” Hyunjin asked, taking a step closer.

You shook your head, refusing to face him.

“Why do you care?” You asked, and it broke his heart to see you wipe your tears.

“Please don't say that, of course I care-”

“It’s nothing. Just this stupid experiment. And... everything else.”

“Y/N,” he said again, his voice firmer now. “Please. Talk to me.”

You gripped the edge of the table, your knuckles turning white.

“I can’t do this anymore, Hyunjin,” you whispered. “I can’t keep pretending everything’s fine when it’s not. You won't even talk to me, and it’s killing me. I just... I just want my Hyunjinnie back. Just stop hurting me like this.”

The silence that followed was deafening. You felt the tears spill over again, your shoulders trembling as you waited for him to say something. Anything.

And then you felt it.

Warmth. His strong arms wrapping around you from behind, his chest pressing against your back as he pulled you into a tight embrace.

You gasped softly, frozen for a moment before leaning into him, your tears falling freely now.

“I’m sorry,” Hyunjin whispered, his voice trembling as he buried his face in your shoulder. “I’m so, so sorry.”

You turned your head slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse of his face.

“Why are you mad at me?” you asked. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” he said quickly, his hold on you tightening. “It wasn’t you. It was me. I was scared.”

“Scared of what?”

“Of losing you,” he admitted, his voice barely audible. “I thought... I thought you and Jisung -”

“Jisung?” you repeated, blinking in confusion. “You know he’s my best friend, Hyunjin. He's like a brother to me.”

“I thought I was protecting myself,” he admitted, his lips close to your ear. “I thought I’d lose you to Jisung, and I couldn’t handle it. But I didn’t realize... I didn’t realize I was hurting you in the process.”

“I can't believe you never saw me thirsting over you, Hyunjin” you said, your voice incredulous. “What are you even saying?!”

Hyunjin let out a shaky laugh, burying his face into your neck. “God, I’m an idiot.”

“You are,” you sniffled, though your tone was softer now.

He pulled back just enough to turn you around, his hands gently cupping your cheeks.

“I love you, Y/N. I’ve loved you for so long. And I was so scared- ” he stopped short as he saw the look on your face.

“You... you love me?”

“I adore you,” he said, giving you a shy smile.

You let out a breathless laugh, the weight on your chest lifting for the first time in days.

“I love you too, Hyunjin. So damn much.”

His smile widened, and before you could say another word, he asked, “Can I... can I kiss you?”

“Yes,” you whispered, and when his lips met yours, it was the most beautiful thing in the world. He kissed you so softly (even though you just wanted to eat him up.)

You both stepped out of the cold room together, the door clicking shut behind you. Your cheeks were flushed, your lips swollen from the kiss, and as you glanced at Hyunjin, you saw he was in no better shape.

You didn't get to take another step forward as the door to your lab opened and Jisung's head popped in.

His eyes flicked between you and Hyunjin and you could hear the gears turning in his head as he tried to piece together what he was seeing. And then he smirked.

You glared at him, because you know that look on his face, and Hyunjin just stood there, his arms crossed and a smile that said “I got what I wanted".

“Congratulations,” Jisung said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I’m so happy for you both. But oh my god, you two idiots…”

The grin on his face was priceless. He was enjoying this way too much.

“I swear, if you don’t shut up -” You swatted him on the arm.

Jisung winced dramatically but couldn’t hide his laughter.

“What? You guys make an adorable couple... but honestly, you both are just so dumb.”

Well, you couldn't agree more.

Tags: @moonchild9350 @velvetmoonlght

[incorrectly-quoting-mxtx]

So I have theory about Luo Binghe’s fake jade pendant.

(Major spoilers if you haven’t finished the book btw)

I was just reading a fic and author pointed out something about Luo Binghe’s pendant and how it’s a metaphor for Shen Yuan.

Looking back at the book, there are a lot of parallels between Shen Yuan and the necklace.

The pendant is a counterfeit jade carving of the god Guanyin.

Shen Yuan is a counterfeit of Shen Qingqiu, a powerful Peak Lord who dresses in jade colored robes.

Guanyin is noted to be associated with compassion, and Shen Yuan changes the entire fate of the world of Proud Immortal Demon Way by being compassionate.

Luo Bingmei ends his story with his one fake jade pendant while the extras specifically note that Luo Bingge has several real jade necklaces in his possession. Those necklaces are even called out to be fine grade and best money can buy.

Obviously the real jades are a metaphor for Bingge’s harem of peerlessly beautiful women while the fake jade, which has infinitely more value to him, represents Shen Yuan, aka Luo Bingmei’s one and only true love.

However I think there’s more to it than that.

If you track the pendant throughout the book, you’ll notice that Luo Binghe is only ever in possession of the pendant when Shen Yuan isn’t there. In fact, he actually loses the pendant shortly after Shen Yuan transmigrates into Shen Qingqiu. For the rest of the book, the pendant is in Shen Yuan’s possession, only returning to Luo Binghe at the climax.

But here’s the thing that’s strange about that scene: for whatever reason the System could not load the pendant when SQQ tried to summon it. At no other point in the book has the System have a problem loading things in.

So why is it when it does load in, it’s right as Shen Yuan dies for the third time?

My theory is that Shen Yuan is the pendant itself.

Now obviously Shen Yuan comes back and Binghe still has the pendant, but in the last couple scenes of the book, Shen Yuan is always right by Luo Binghe’s side.

Now I know that Shen Yuan was an actual person before dying and becoming Shen Qingqiu, so therefore he isn’t the necklace given human form. So how can Shen Yuan and the pendant be one and the same?

Well let’s go back to the aforementioned climax scene where the System cannot physically summon the pendant until Shen Yuan dies.

Seeing as how the System is essentially an AI and/or a computer program, this kind of issue reminds me of how a computer cannot open a file if another of the exact same file is already running.

I think, that when inserting Shen Yuan into PIDW, the System needed a way to tie his soul into its program and Shen Yuan’s fate to the protagonist. The System needed a physical entity to tie him down so it linked his code/soul to the fake jade pendant. That’s why Luo Binghe loses the pendant so soon after Shen Yuan transmigrates and why the System couldn’t load it in until Shen Yuan’s soul left his body because they’re part of the same file.

This is also evidenced by how when Shen Yuan dies the second time, out of all of his items, only the Jade pendant is kept in his inventory when he wakes up in the Sun and Dew Mushroom body.

Not to mention that Shen Yuan and the pendant have the same effect on Luo Binghe! The pendant has the ability to essientially shock Luo Binghe out of a qi deviation, but is only a one time use. But during Luo Binghe’s first qi deviation, Shen Yuan is able to do the exact same thing but doing so kills him. The pendant reduces Luo Binghe’s anger, and Shen Yuan is the only person in the world Luo Binghe will ever be soft and submittable to.

Tl’dr; The System tied Shen Yuan’s soul to the fake Guanyin pendant.

[lockheed-martin-unofficial]

In Transformers Prime, Cybertronians are apparently vulnerable to extreme cold. (“You know prolonged exposure to sub-zero conditions can cause permanent system damage.” -Ratchet, S1 E7)

They are in danger of freezing when they go to the Arctic which continuously becomes a plot point, but somehow handle themselves just fine in space which is definitely way colder. Which leads me to believe it’s probably not the cold itself that’s dangerous to them, but the moisture in the air that freezes up around all their joints and crevices that immobilizes them.

The humidity in the Arctic is actually quite low, but in a snowstorm (like the one we see in S1 E7 where Optimus and Arcee nearly die) the snow that hits their bodies could totally melt from their body heat only to re-freeze around them as clear ice, expediting the process. It would gradually make it more and more difficult to move.

It’s like the clear icing that planes encounter when they fly through moist air, where supercooled water droplets freeze on their surfaces and make it difficult to move the control surfaces on the wings. Which is why I imagine flyers are probably more resistant to the cold+moisture conditions, since they already have built-in anti icing. Starscream does complain about the cold a lot in S2 E13, but that might just be Starscream being Starscream, or just trying to manipulate the others into letting their guard down. Dreadwing and the flying vehicons don’t appear very bothered, but then again neither does Optimus, so that one is staying as a headcanon for now. Maybe Starscream is bothered because he doesn’t have paint for extra insulation.

Optimus does say “the current temperatures are not extreme enough to affect our biology.” during that episode, and when he does there’s only a little bit of snow, which might confirm that when they say “temperature” they actually mean “moisture”. I don’t know.

[icycoldninja]

How would dmc guys carry their partners? ❤️

Dante: Over-the-shoulder. He treats you like a sack of potatoes and thinks it's hilarious.

Vergil: Bridal style. He's authentic and romantic; gentle, yet supportive.

Nero: Piggy-back rides. You guys are basically the dream Disney Channel couple, except edgier and more violent than your average youngsters.

V: Physically cannot carry you. The most he can do is kinda drag you along with your arm over his shoulder like you hurt your ankle or something. Anything else is impossible.

[happilyhertale]

Oh love... We would all say that 👀😏

Our little game - Ettore x female!reader

Pairing: Ettore x fem!reader

Warnings: Violence, mention of abuse, Smut; 18+; NSFW

Summary: You are a murderer sentenced to death. To avoid the death penalty, you have agreed to take part in an experiment. You are in space on a ship with other prisoners. Like everyone else on the ship, you have to deal with problems and insecurities. But a prisoner helps you to distract yourself.

Author’s note: Hey you (:

The events in the story are not quite similar to those in the film. There are several prisoners on the ship and the experiment is also running successfully, if you can call it that... The prisoners are on a spaceship and are serving their sentence there. English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Word count: 9.6 k

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You stand in front of him and grin cheekily at him. You are alone in the room and you just look at him. How often you watch each other. How often you make him nervous.

Make him moan.

He doesn't want that. At least that's what he keeps saying. But still he keeps coming to you. Still you bring him to the brink of despair. To the point where he wants to feel you. To the point where his desire takes over.

But you don't let him.

Your hands slowly reach for your shirt. You pull it over your head. You stand naked in front of him. Only your trousers still cover your body.

He is silent as you come closer, staring at you deadly serious, a nasty smile on his face. "Is that your happy face?" his words echo in your head.

"I don't know... Do I look happy?" you ask as you run your hand over your soft skin.

He is silent again and just stares as you let your hand slide further and further over your skin... You know he is a criminal and the devil, and at the same time there is something about him... an attraction you don't understand.

He doesn't move an inch, but the tension in the room is almost palpable. He continues to breathe. And stares.

You grin at him and you let your hand slide further over your soft skin. You moan slightly as you are about to touch your breasts. You see his gaze follow your hand. How he bites his lower lip lightly. How much he wishes it were his hand gliding over your body. You lean forward a little and moan directly into his ear. You notice how he visibly swallows.

Aroused by this situation.

You let your hand wander further... Again you moan softly. Again directly into his ear. You feel his heavy breathing on your neck. But before he can do anything, before he can raise his hand, you turn away and walk to the door of the room. You laugh and put your shirt back on, "Ettore... You are too easily distracted... I can see that you want this... that you want me"

You see his eyes narrow as he stares after you and he breathes heavily. He wants to tell you how wrong you are, but his lips fail him. He watches you walk away, and he feels... something. He averts his gaze from you and bites his lip until he tastes blood to drive away the feeling of arousal. He clenches his fingers and his knuckles turn white. He takes a deep breath. He closes his eyes and repeats your words in his head. "I don't want you, I don't want you, I don't want you..."

He will not give in to you. You will not win.

You walk towards the canteen. There's about to be food and you're hungry. Hungry from the game you and Ettore have been playing for a long time. You like your game. You like to see how he wants you, but that he can't have you.

You try to tease him, he tries to touch you. But neither of you gives in. Nevertheless, you are tempted to test the limits with Ettore. You love to see his body react to you... even if you won't admit it.

But for Ettore, it's a different story. For Ettore, your game is not 'teasing'. You say you just want to play. But for him it's 'cruel' and 'sadistic'. He calls you 'heartless... cold... a criminal'. You call him 'crazy' and 'psychopathic'. You call each other names, yet you find each other strangely attractive. Like a predator and its prey. An old story. A game of cat and mouse. You test the limits, and he keeps breathing.

But you like Ettore somehow. You wouldn't want to admit that either. He was the first prisoner you noticed when you arrived here. You came here on the ship after you were convicted to avoid your death sentence. Some other prisoners arrived here with you and you were given a tour together. You were shown where the canteen is, where the washroom is, where your bedrooms are. And that's where you noticed Ettore. You walked past him and he stared at you. Since then you can't stay away from him.

Every day, many faces pass you by that you will never meet, that you don't even want to meet. You don't care about the prisoners here. Except for Ettore. He's secretive and doesn't talk much, but somehow he's caught your attention.

You've both done terrible things to end up here. You don't know if Ettore would hurt you, but somehow you have a feeling he wouldn't.

In the afternoon, when you are on your way to the washroom to take a shower, you meet Ettore. He comes towards you in the corridor. You can see in his eyes that his frustration and anger are boiling up again. He walks quickly, with a determined look on his face. He walks past you without saying a word.

His body is so close to you that you can smell his scent immediately... He doesn't smell bad. Not really... It almost triggers something in you.

He passes you, and the tension in the corridor is palpable.

You look after him as he just walks past you without a word.

"Is this your new punishment for me? You don't even say hello to me anymore? Do I have to take my shirt off again... And then I have your attention?" you tease him.

He stops immediately when he hears your voice. He turns to you, his eyes still staring as if they're trying to drill a hole in your chest. He tries to speak, but there's a lump in his throat. He wants to scream, he wants to shout at you, and at the same time his arms want to hug you so much... it's a war in his head. And it's agony, both inside and out.

You smile cheekily at him, "I can't read your mind, Ettore... you have to talk to me..."

With your hands you indicate that you want to take off your shirt. In the middle of the corridor. You don't, but you indicate it by pushing it up slightly on your belly.

He closes his eyes briefly, trying to regain control of himself. You can see him trembling slightly with suppressed anger. But as his eyes open, you can also see a strange desire in him. A desire he doesn't really understand, and he seems confused. How can he feel desire for someone so heartless? He looks at you.

You bite your lower lip, "Mmhm... maybe I'll have your attention if I take off my pants... would you like that? If I stood in front of you in my panties..? Maybe if I bent over... and you could see all of me..?"

You let your fingers wander along the waistband of your trousers.

He closes his eyes again. He tries to control the hunger he feels when he looks at you.

"Ah... stop it..." he finally growls. His first reaction. He shakes his head. "You are heartless..." he mutters.

He is so confused. You are a criminal, like him. And yet... there is something about you... that triggers a desire in him that he doesn't really understand. He shakes his head again and stares at you intently.

You chuckle softly, "Oh, Ettore... I was only joking"

You turn away from him and slowly pull your trousers down as you walk. Down to your bottom. Your fine silk panties are showing. And before you enter the washroom, you stop and smile over your shoulder at Ettore.

He remains still and stares at you. He doesn't move. Not even a muscle. And he's still looking so intensely, as if he's trying to understand what's going on inside you. He takes a step forward, and then... then he stops. He doesn't quite know what to do... he just stares, breathing, waiting to see if you're serious or just joking.

You stand in front of the door to the washroom and take your trousers completely off. Your trousers lie on the floor.

You stand in front of Ettore in your panties. You turn around, stand with your back to him and bend forward. Even from a distance you can see a damp spot on your panties. While Ettore keeps a close eye on you, you pick up your trousers.

"Well Ettore, I hope you're not imagining what my warm, wet core feels like..."

You leave him standing there and walk into the washroom.

He shakes his head again, he doesn't want to think about it at all. He doesn't want to imagine what you feel like. He doesn't want to imagine how you feel around his cock. At least that's what he tells himself.

As he stands alone in the hallway, the tension is broken for a moment and his muscles relax. His lips twist into a faint smile. It is a smile he does not understand.

He turns and makes his way to the canteen. He hangs on to his thoughts. He thinks about how he can't stand you. That you are cold and sadistic. But that he likes you anyway.

You take a shower, you need to wash away the boredom this place gives you. A place you will never escape. In fact, the little games you play with Ettore are the only fun you have here.

You have to smile at the thought. You kind of like him... You get out of the shower, get dressed and walk into the corridor to go to the canteen as well.

In the canteen, Ettore is sitting at the table with another prisoner. They eat and talk a little.

You come into the canteen and see him. He is sitting in a corner. You can feel his gaze from across the hall.

You sit down at an empty table and eat.

When you have finished eating, you stand up and walk over to Ettore. You speak to him innocently, "Ettore..?"

"What", he snaps.

Now you grin blatantly at him, "I'm going to my room now. I'm going to touch myself. Maybe I'll think of you then. Is it okay if I think of you while I do that? Maybe I will also moan your name out loud..." You don't care if the others hear.

You grin at him and leave the canteen.

He stops eating immediately. He looks after you, an evil frown forming. He rises from the table. With an angry expression on his face, he throws the plate aside and smashes it into many pieces. Without saying anything, he also throws the cutlery aside. The prisoners at the table look at him, startled.

"You are vile," he spits. "You are insufferable... you are a heartless and disgusting woman..." he growls.

You laugh, "You are not so unlike me, but perhaps that is why we are attracted to each other? Have you ever thought about that with your pretty little head?" you call out to him.

You go straight to your room and lock the door behind you. You know that Ettore will follow you. He can't help but follow you.

Ettore really is at your door a short time later. He is listening. He doesn't want to, but nevertheless he is standing here. He hears you touching yourself. He hears you moaning. How you moan his name. He feels how it arouses him. The way his trousers tighten at the crotch. He closes his eyes, imagines you lying under him, moaning his name as he thrusts into you. He breathes heavily.

But he does not give in.

When your moans subside and you can breathe normally again, you are curious to see if you will see Ettore standing outside your room. Whether he actually heard you.

You step out of your room and you see him standing in the middle of the corridor. He stares at you. You can see an almost animalistic hunger in his eyes. You hear him breathing heavily. He seems to be waiting. You play your game... and he lets you play with him.

You can feel the tension in the hallway.

"You listened to me, Ettore... Did you like that?" you ask him cheekily.

He looks at you, "Disgusting!" he shouts. "You are the worst of men...!"

You smile, "Mhm somehow I don't think you find that disgusting..." you bite your lip as your gaze falls on his crotch.

"After all, you're the one who followed me to hear me touch myself. And that bulge in your crotch says otherwise... Tell me, Ettore, did you like the way I moaned your name?"

You giggle and turn around, walk down the corridor. Again you leave him alone in the corridor. You feel his gaze on the back of your neck, he doesn't take his eyes off you.

The next day you are sitting in the library. You enjoy the peace and quiet, no one is in the room and you are reading a book. You are sitting with your back to the door when suddenly you hear someone enter the room and the door is locked. You turn around and see Ettore standing there. You turn back to your book without saying anything.

He doesn't go to the bookshelves. As you look at him for a moment, you see a smile on his face.

"Heartless. A psychopath. A monster. Despicable and evil. Worse than me..." he growls to himself.

He starts circling you, watching you like a predator watches its prey. His gaze burns into you.

At some point you look up, annoyed, and look him in the eye, "Ettore... what is troubling you? Are you disgusted with yourself for being attracted to me? Doesn't it give you enough satisfaction to just jerk off?"

You look back down at your book and continue reading.

He stops in front of the table and stares at you.

"I... I..." he stammers, still breathing heavily. "I... you..."

He takes the book from you.

"Pay attention to me when I'm talking to you!" he growls. His gaze bores into you, "I don't understand how you can be so cold..." he says scornfully.

You look unimpressed, "...and now I'm not even allowed to read on?" you sigh, "..please ask yourself, are you really so different from me? Aren't you just as cold? Maybe I like you and this is my way of showing you how much I like you?" you give him a seductive look and giggle briefly.

He looks at you incredulously, "I'm nothing like you! You show no remorse for anything and play with people! I show remorse! I have paid for what I have done! I have been sentenced by the court...", he suddenly stops. It's as if a war is raging inside him, between attraction and rejection. Between love and hate.

You look at him a little confused, "What has that got to do with it? And do you really think I wasn't convicted by the court?? Why do you think I'm here? Certainly not because the entertainment here is so breathtaking"

You look at him angrily for a moment, but quickly catch yourself.

"But... Would you answer a question for me?" you ask with a small smile.

He just stares at you, looking angry. But he nods. You seem to have him right where you wanted him.

"Okay... I'll grant you the courtesy of an answer. But only if you also answer a question of mine..." he says. "Is that okay with you?"

You nod, "Okay. That's only fair. But I'll ask first," you smile at him, "Yesterday, when I moaned your name... Did you think for even a second about coming into the room? To watch me, or maybe join in?" you grin at him.

He is silent for a minute, lost in thought. He doesn't want to think about it, or admit it, that he felt a great urge to just barge into your room and fuck you.

"No. No, I hadn't thought of that," he says contemptuously, "I'm not a sadist like you," he adds. "I don't enjoy seeing other people suffer... Like you do...", he breathes heavily.

You make a little pout, "So you wouldn't have liked to touch me? Watched me moan your name? Very well. Then don't. Then I could go to someone else if you don't want me… But… never mind. Ask me your question and I'll never bother you again. Would you like that?"

You can read a look of disappointment and frustration on his face. He doesn't want you to turn to someone else. But he would never say it. He doesn't answer you about it.

He just smiles at you, "My question is simple. Tell me about your crime..." he says. "I have answered your question, now answer mine. I have a right to know who I am stuck in this experiment with, don't I?"

You look at him with a little grin. That he ignores the first part of your statement is answer enough for you. "But well, my crimes? I killed two people. They deserved it. They were evil. They abused people and they abused me too. I had to fight back. They are dead. And I have no regrets. After they abused my body, they had to die," your smile is gone and you look at him coldly.

Suddenly you see a smile on his lips, as if he is pleased. "They deserve what they got..." he says. It sounds like he agrees with you, but there is a slight tone of derision in his voice. "And so you killed two people... For revenge?" he asks in a mocking tone.

"Yes, I did. Does that give you pleasure now?" you ask.

He stops smiling for a moment.

You can see that he is starting to get annoyed and a little angry, "So... you killed two people... And now you're trapped here waiting to die... right? Am I right?"

You grin and nod at him, "Who has the bigger problem? Me, who publicly admits to killing people or you, who is still attracted to me?"

"Who has the bigger problem??" he says with disdain. "I'm not attracted to you! You are the one who killed two people!" he says mockingly. "Me? I'm a criminal, sure. But you, you're a psychopathic monster! You have the bigger problems!"

You can read in his face that he is getting angrier and angrier. You can see the disgust in his gaze.

You just smile, "So if I came up to you and touched you, you wouldn't want me to touch you? For me to just reach into your pants?"

He suddenly grins, "As long as I still have my dignity, I won't want that. No. You are just scum"

You lean back in your chair, "I don't know why you're resisting. It would do your salvation good if you would just admit that you want me"

He grins a little again, "Is that so?" he says, "Are you saying I'm attracted to someone like you?" he laughs.

"No!" he suddenly shouts. "No, and I'm not the one who has the biggest problem here... you are!"

You sigh, starting to get annoyed, "Okay, I have the bigger problems. Do you feel better now? Is the anger inside you finally subsiding? You don't know anything about me. You only know what my breasts look like. What I look like in my panties. But you don't know anything about me"

He suddenly looks at you seriously. "Okay... Well... Tell me about yourself... and I'll tell you something personal about me. Agreed?" he asks, "Then I would know more than your breasts and panties"

You don't know why, but you nod.

"Very well... I like music. Very much so. I play the guitar. Quite well, actually. But I'm not allowed to play guitar here… I have a little sister who I love more than anything. But I'll never see her again. Because I killed the people who abused me and were about to abuse my little sister," you look to the side for a moment and visibly swallow. You look at him again, "Are you going to continue to judge me now? When you're done with that, tell me something personal about yourself"

He looks at you. He seems surprised... By your honesty. And for a second, just a second, his eyes look like they are filled with emotion. Then his hard expression reappears. His gaze is neutral, hiding all his thoughts. He only gives a slow nod in reply. You can feel the anger in him subside for a moment.

"A musician. A good sister. But a murderer. A ruthless, heartless criminal..." he says. "So... that's what you are"

You smile, "Pretty much to the point. Are you going to tell me about yourself now?" you look at him questioningly.

He's breathing heavily. He is struggling with himself. His eyes look at you with anger... with frustration. He can't say no and he can't lie. He has to deal with it, he has no choice.

"I am a murderer..." he says, staring at you with contempt. He takes a deep breath and continues. "I killed my parents..."

His voice is low, even, without emotion. He speaks only facts now.

You draw your eyebrows together, "But... Why do you find it reprehensible what I did... when you killed your parents?" you ask him.

His face remains motionless for a few seconds. He stares at you with contempt.

"Because my parents abused me... And because I regret my crime..." he replies. "That's it. I am a murderer... But I'm not a monster like you"

And with that, you see the anger and contempt return to his eyes.

You roll your eyes, "Oh Ettore... Really? Just because I don't regret killing people who destroyed so many lives? Those people have murdered! And because I didn't want the same thing to happen to my little sister as happened to me? That's why you think I'm a monster? I don't even know why I like you so much. You're a hypocrite"

As you realise that you have just admitted that you like him, your eyes grow wide for a moment. But you quickly look emotionless again. But Ettore has understood your words perfectly.

He looks at you with a mocking, almost evil smile. Almost for the first time, he feels as if he has the upper hand in your game.

"Now you're beginning to understand," he says. "I am a criminal. A murderer. A thug. But at least I have enough pride to regret what I've done. And I don't enjoy other people's misery. Unlike you. You're a heartless monster. You like to see other people suffer. And I will never like you because you are such a horrible person"

You feel a twinge in your chest, but you grin at him, "Well... somehow I don't believe you... your look betrays too much affection... But I don't want to put up with any more accusations from you either. If I'm so unbearable to you, surely it's not a problem if I find someone to desire me now?"

You get up from your chair and look at him. You see the disappointment in his eyes. Ettore feels stitches in his chest now. He desires you. He wants you... But it's too hard to accept. You turn slowly and go to the door.

He looks at you. He wants to stop you. But he stands firm and looks at the floor. He looks at you again and you see his expression change. He looks at you with a mixture of pity, sorrow and desire.

"Go on... Go on. You will come back..." he says these few words with an almost evil smile on his face... As if he is sure of what he is saying.

You give him a small grin before opening the door, "Yes, like I said, we are attracted to each other. We always get back together," you wink at him.

That's enough for him. He walks towards you and stops you from leaving. He grabs your arm and turns you so that you are looking at him.

"Mhm... finally a reaction from you?" you grin at him.

He looks at you hatefully. Then his lips crash down on yours. He kisses you, wildly.

You bite his lip. He hisses and pulls his head back. You look at each other, both breathing heavily. This time you kiss him. Your lips touch his. The game you've played with him has brought you this far, you need him now.

He kisses you, grabs you tightly. He feels your soft body pressed against his. His hands slide to your ass, gripping it almost painfully. An obscene grunt escapes him. He pushes you backwards, leading you to the table. Your hands are wrapped around his neck. You moan into his mouth as he pulls your pants down with ease. He sits you down on the table.

"You like that?" he asks you when he sees how wet you already are.

"Shut up, Ettore," you gasp.

His hands are between your thighs and you pull him closer to you. Your hand wanders over his belly. You feel how muscular his belly is. You notice how this increases your arousal. Your hand is on his trousers. You feel his hot length through the thin fabric of the trousers. He hisses as you put pressure on his hard cock. You pull down his pants and see his long, veiny cock. Pre cum is already dripping out.

You start stroking his cock. You let your hand slide up and down his cock. A deep moan comes from him.

He needs to feel you. No matter what was or is between you, he needs to feel you.

His fingers slide through your folds and are immediately drenched in your arousal.

"Fuuuck..." he moans. You whimper in response.

He leaves circling motions on your clit, "I need to feel your pussy"

He grabs your waist and pulls you to the edge of the table.

Suddenly you feel his hand around your throat, holding you tight. He looks deep into your eyes. You bite your lip. You're completely at his mercy now.

You shudder.

He pushes you back onto the table by your throat until you are lying flat. He doesn't even bother to take off your panties, he just pushes them aside. He positions himself at your entrance. His hand remains on your throat. Making sure you stay the same way. He looks at you for a brief moment. You can't interpret exactly what you see in his eyes. Until he slides his hands to your hips and thrusts into you without warning. You cry out.

He grins. He doesn't give you time to get used to his size. He fills you completely. The stretching, painful at first, quickly turns into pure pleasure.

"This is what you wanted all along, isn't it?" he asks you in his deep voice. You can only whimper in response. You don't want him to hear that you like it. But the feeling of being completely filled by him makes you dizzy. Your lips fail you.

You moan loudly and wrap your legs around him. He lets you thrust on his cock again and again. The room is filled with skin slapping against each other.

He increases his pace and you notice how he touches your clit again. You look at him and see how he only pays attention as he disappears inside you. You notice how your excitement runs down your ass.

"Fuck... you're so tight," he groans.

Without any care, he thrusts into you, burying himself as deep as he can in your wet pussy. You moan out.

You reach for his arms, wanting to pull him down to you for a kiss. But he takes your arms instead and pushes them down onto the table. He leans forward, increasing the speed of his thrusts.

"You like that? Do you like the way my cock fucks your tight pussy?"

You nod. He bites the crook of your neck suddenly, "I want you to say it!"

You gasp out, "Yes!! Ettore... you feel... you feel so good. So... big"

He moans again. He grabs you tightly by the waist and pulls you down to meet each of his thrusts. You whimper and breathe heavily. Your body surrenders to his every touch.

You see him bending over and letting his spit drip onto your clit. You clench around his cock at the sight. He looks to you and has to grin.

"You like that...", he slides his finger on your clit and applies pressure. You moan loudly and clench again. Your moan is accompanied by his grunts.

"Ettor..." but you are already coming. You come around his cock. It doesn't take long and he follows you. Followed by a deep moan, he pulls his cock out of your pussy and squirts onto your belly.

He strokes his cock a few more times and squeezes out the last drop. He supports himself with his other hand. Gasps and breathes heavily.

You lie on the table and try to breathe normally. You look at him, he pulls up his trousers. Then he looks at you contemptuously and leaves the library.

You sit up and look at the door for a moment. You let yourself slide off the table and get dressed again.

You are confused.

You go to your room. You hate to admit it, but that was the best sex you've had so far. But still, Ettore's previous words have not left you untouched. He said hurtful words. Does he really think these things about you? And does he really think he can just fuck you? That he can insult you... fuck you and then leave you? You shake your head. You will show him that it is not so.

The game goes on.

The next day you sit on a table in the library. The same table where Ettore fucked you the day before.

Another prisoner is standing between your legs. You know him by sight. He's not ugly, but he doesn't interest you either.

He whispers things in your ear and you giggle. His hands are on your thighs, gently caressing you.

Ettore enters the library and sees you immediately. Sitting on the table from yesterday when he was between your legs... Now he sees another guy standing between your legs. How he touches you, how he whispers things in your ear and makes you giggle. He doesn't want to, but jealousy grips him.

You look him in the eye. He looks angry... Apparently he does care when you turn to another man.

You see him blushing with anger.

His hands are clenched into fists. He doesn't move, but he feels like he's about to explode.

Your mouth moves to the guy's ear. You whisper something in his ear and then nibble lightly on his earlobe. Suddenly his arms wrap around your waist and he pulls you closer to him.

Ettore is unable to move. He can just stare at you. You see a mixture of pain and anger in his gaze.

You turn your gaze to the guy. But you would much rather have Ettore standing between your legs... like yesterday.

Suddenly you feel uncomfortable. You don't want the guy between your legs anymore. You push him away slightly, but he just looks at you a little irritated. "Ey doll. What are you doing? You want this too..." the guy says to you.

But you push him further away, "No, I don't want that"

He just grins, "Well, it didn't look like that just yet," he pushes you closer to him.

You try to push him away with all your might, "I just changed my mind! Leave me alone!"

But the guy grabs you brutally by the thighs to hold you firmly in front of him.

When Ettore suddenly intervenes, "Ey! Leave her alone!" he shouts, glaring at the guy, "Leave her alone or I'll break your neck!"

He takes a step towards the guy and looks him straight in the eye.

You look scared. You've never longed to be near Ettore more.

But the guy seems unimpressed, "Don't be ridiculous, mate! I just want to use her for a moment! You can have fun with her afterwards"

Ettore sees an expression in your eyes that he has never seen before, it is pure fear.

"I won't ask again" he says in a calm but threatening voice. His face turns red. "Let her go! And I mean now!"

The guy hesitates. But he realises there is no point in arguing with this madman.

"Good," he says, "You have your fun with her then!"

He lets go of you and takes a step back.

You get up from the table and walk over to Ettore as if of your own accord. You unconsciously reach for his arm as you stand beside him. You need to feel him. He is briefly irritated by your touching him, but realises that somehow you need it right now.

The guy leaves the library. You stand there in silence for a moment.

You slowly look up at Ettore. He looks at you worriedly.

"Thank you... Ettore," you murmur before leaving the library. You have to get out of there, you feel miserable.

It's night. You are lying in bed, looking at the ceiling and thinking of Ettore... It's been a few days since he protected you from that guy.

The last few days you've been avoiding him. You always managed to disappear quickly before he showed up somewhere.

You don't quite understand what happened. You just wanted to show Ettore that he can't do what he wants with you... and suddenly he's the one who saves you? Suddenly the situation you wanted to show him that you still have the upper hand turns into one where he has to save you?

You turn to the side.

Yet somehow you miss him. Your games. The way he gets upset, the way he fights against wanting you. The way he takes you... You shake your head slightly and close your eyes.

Suddenly you get distracted. You hear something from outside. Someone is talking in the corridor.

You try to listen more carefully. The voice gets louder.

"Come on... Think about it. Be logical! You've been rejected! You're better than that, Ettore!... You deserve better!"

Ettore hasn't seen you for the last few days. He doesn't know why that bothers him. He feels just overwhelmed.

When he sees you, you almost make him despair. But when you are not with him, he feels lost. In addition, he has a strange feeling... He feels he has to apologise to you. That he fucked you... and then left you there. But he had to leave the room. He felt too much.

His voice gets louder, like he's very frustrated. He sounds angry with himself. And then... Tears?

Startled, you sit up in your bed. Quietly, you go to your door and listen. You hear a sob. You open your door and look out into the dark corridor. You see him standing there.

"Ettore? What's wrong?" You ask him.

You can feel the loneliness in this corridor now. It is quiet and dark. You can feel his sadness. And you realize that Ettore's pain... is as great as yours. His pride... is as great as yours.

But this time, you'll be the one to help him.

He doesn't answer you. He looks away from you. He tries to hide his tears.

You are worried and slowly walk towards him, "Ettore? What's wrong? Has something happened to you?" You stop beside him. He still does not answer.

"Hey...? Shall... Shall we go to the kitchen? Have some water? Anything?"

Now He's looking at you. One look in his eyes tells you everything. He is desperate. He still tries to hide his tears, but he no longer wants to hide his pain.

Finally his tears begin to flow and he starts to cry uncontrollably.

"Oh my God," you whisper. You don't hesitate for long, take a step towards him and hug him. His face is in the crook of your neck

"Hey, it's okay.. you're going to be okay"

He hugs you back and holds you tight. He is crying harder now and you sense that he no longer cares to hide anything. His tears and anger are now flowing together on your shoulder. He has been holding it together for too long.

You just hold him. You stroke his back. "Sssh... It's alright. Really... Nothing's going to happen to you. Do you want to tell me what happened? I'm sure you'll feel better afterwards? They say talking about it makes you feel better, don't they?" You're a bit desperate. You're not used to Ettore showing feelings.

That's not how you treat each other. You get angry. You tease each other. You desire each other but have no feelings for each other. But you still want him to feel better.

You feel the wetness of his tears on your skin. His body trembles under his sobs. He was always so strong and stoic, but now he's having a breakdown. "I ... had enough ... I feel bad" he says between sobs.

He holds you tight. You realise that he has kept so much to himself for so long. He has never told anyone about it... never showed any weakness... and now only you are here.

You nod and continue to hold him.

"Okay... that's okay. You've had enough. Of what? And why do you feel bad? Can I help you, Ettore?" you keep stroking his back.

"Of everything..." he continues whispering, "About this experiment... of this chaos... Of my life. Of the regrets... Of the choices I've made"

He breaks down further. "I... I am the monster of us... And then I leave you after we..."

You shake your head and take his face in your hands, "Hey. No. Stop it. You're not the monster of us. And if you were, then I'd be a monster too. And I'm not gonna let you think of us like that, okay? We can only get through this together, Ettore. You're... wonderful in a way... Don't let your thoughts get the better of you? Okay?" you smile slightly at him.

You don't know how to help him, but you do your best.

Ettore stares at you, his eyes filled with tears.

"How... can you be so kind and forgiving to someone like me..." his voice breaks.

"I'm a terrible person!" he cries, "Why... Why have you never hated me?"

"Because I can't hate you! Why else do you think I keep seeking your proximity?"

You stroke his cheek, you wipe away his tears.

He tries to resist you wiping away his tears. He wants to cry, to hate himself.

"I need to be... be punished..." he cries, "...I must suffer..." he looks at you with eyes full of pain. You see, for the first time since you've been here, Ettore showing all his despair. His humanity. His vulnerability.

You just shake your head just slightly.

Then you whisper, "Why did you come to my room?"

He looks shocked for a moment, then whispers, 'I... I just... I just wanted to be with you..." he looks away from you again.

He sighs and continues whispering, "I couldn't resist... I wanted to feel something... real.... Instead of this experiment and this mess. I wanted to feel something different for once, something human," he adds, sounding very conflicted.

You are speechless at first. He has never been so honest... He has never been so full of affection for you.

"Even though you're convinced I'm a bad person... a monster even... you seek me out to feel something human?" you whisper.

He takes a deep breath and shakes his head. "You are not a monster... You didn't just leave me after we..." but his voice breaks.

He looks away from you ashamed, "I just wanted to feel something good again. Something real. Something that felt... right"

You hug him again, "Is that real enough?" you whisper into his neck. You just hold him close.

Ettore wraps his arms tightly around you.

"Yes.... Yes... This is real..." he whispers, "Yes this.... this is good..."

He relaxes.

"Thank you..." he whispers.

He feels your smile against his skin.

"Hey... no problem... you protected me from that guy the other day. It's the least I can do to cheer you up"

Again he sighs, "But the reason I did that... the reason I saved you... was because I wanted to protect you... because I was hoping you would come back to me... It was all just another selfish wish of mine. To make me feel good"

You lean back a little and smile at him, "But... you helped me anyway. Maybe we were made for each other... despite everything..."

He nods, "Tell me... what... what should I do?" he says, "Should I punish myself for the rest of my sentence... or should I..."

He at you with a questioning look.

You stroke his cheek and smile shyly, "No. I don't want you to punish yourself. I won't let you do that. If anyone's going to punish you, it's going to be me... But in a nice, tolerable way. Like we used to do... I'll tease you," now you're grinning, "until you almost lose control and want me. So much that you have to touch me, but you can't. Yes... maybe this is your punishment... Executed by me," you continue to caress his cheek

He looks at you with half-closed eyes and listens to your words. You can see a small smile on his lips.

"And what if I don't accept your punishment?" he says, looking into your eyes, "What if I want to do things my way for once?" he asks in a somewhat teasing voice.

You smile at him as you continue to caress his cheek. Smiling, you shake your head slightly, "Mhm, nope. That wouldn't be a punishment if I just gave in to your wish"

Then you look almost sad, "I'd be too worried about you punishing yourself too much... you don't deserve that. I know you don't like to hear this... but... I couldn't bear to see you suffer"

You have to avert your eyes for a moment. You visibly swallow.

When you look at him again, you see him smiling. You see a hint of hope and a hint of affection in his eyes. It almost makes you embarrassed.

"Very well... so be it then," he says, "We will do it the way you want it... I will accept your punishment and punish myself only as you allow me to..."

He smiles at you mockingly, "Is that good enough for you?!"

Your smile widens "Yes. I can live with that. You don't deserve more or less"

You take a step away from him and take his hand, you pull him with you "Come... let's go to the kitchen, I'm hungry... we could... steal a cake?" you grin at him.

He laughs and nods at you, "Alright. As long as you say so. Then let's go and steal a cake"

He looks at you for a moment. He smiles a little and nods at you. You can tell he's feeling better.

You can't help yourself, you quickly press a light kiss to his lips. You had to.

You blush slightly, "That's all you're going to get. This is part of your punishment"

He looks surprised at the kiss. But after a second he nods and then he laughs again, "Alright... That's all I get. That's all I deserve"

You giggle and pull him along towards the kitchen. "But we have to be quiet, if we get caught there'll be trouble"

He chuckles as you pull him along. He looks at you playfully and smiles, his eyes still full of affection.

You continue to hold his hand and walk into the kitchen.

"Do you realise that your punishment will be like this? I will tease you... with kisses... maybe even with touches... But you can never expect more?"

You smile playfully at him, "Is that all right with you? But what am I asking... Punishments shouldn't be okay..." you are still smiling.

He laughs again. You've never seen him laugh so much, "Everything is okay as long as you say it," he says it like it's a magic phrase.

"I won't touch you, I won't expect anything from you..." he smiles at you and nods.

You nod at him "But... What if I want you to touch me?" you whisper.

He grins, "Then that will be part of my punishment and I will endure it"

You don't look at him, you can't help but think of when he took you in the library. You bite your lower lip lightly.

His grin widens, "What are you thinking about?"

Your eyes grow big, "I'm not telling you that!"

He laughs again.

You stand together outside the kitchen. Carefully he opens the door. You step inside and look around. In the pantry you discover a chocolate cake.

You grin as you stand in front of the cake, "Ettore... this is the perfect reward for us... for sticking it out here for so long," you whisper.

"A reward... for putting up with you for so long"

He grins at you, you punch him lightly.

You sit at a table eating the cake. You watch him... and you realise that you desire him. That you long for that moment back in the library.

"Ettore? Feed me," you tell him.

He looks at you amused, "Is this part of my punishment?"

You just nod and grin.

He sighs, but then wants to bring his fork to your mouth. You shake your head, "with your fingers," you bite your lower lip.

He looks at you irritated until he sees the look on your face and sees you biting your lower lip. He nods. He takes a piece of cake between his index finger and thumb and brings it to your mouth. You take his fingers into your mouth. Your tongue plays around his fingers, you suck a little on his fingers. You look into his eyes. Your gaze shows nothing but pure desire. His gaze returns nothing else. You release his fingers from your mouth and chew on the cake. "Don't think about it, Ettore... that's all you get..." you smile at him, biting your lower lip again.

He grunts slightly. He looks at his fingers, then looks at you again. Then he smiles and he licks his fingers.

"Is that good enough for you?" he asks in a playful voice, his eyes full of life. "Is that punishment enough?" he seems to be mocking you in a good-natured way.

You giggle, "No... not quite... I would love to do so much more with you..." you look innocently at your plate and poke at your cake.

He grunts again, "That's some punishment!"

But he's looking at you curiously now. As you look into his eyes, you don't see the anger that has been with him for so long.

"What... what are you going to... do?" he whispers. He seems unsure somehow, in a way. He's not used to seeing you in such a loving, playful way.

You still have your fork in your mouth and you look up. You think. "Mmhmm, let me think... what would I want to do to you...? "

But he interrupts you, "Y/n... I... like you. I like you really much"

You see him look at you, startled. He seems startled himself, saying something like that all of a sudden.

But you have to smile, "Now... I want to kiss you... But... you've already had one kiss. That's all your punishment will allow. For today," you giggle slightly.

He smiles, "What if I asked? Would you give me... give me another kiss? As another part of this... Punishment... Maybe, just one more?"

He looks into your eyes in a new and... loving way. Something has definitely changed between the two of you.

You think for a moment, but then shake your head with a smile, "You seem to enjoy the punishment too much. But no matter how seductive it seems, no. But maybe we'll sit here until midnight... then it would be a new day... then I could give you a kiss," you smile at him.

He grins, "Then we will wait till midnight... And then a kiss for you, my love..." he says, nodding at you as he smiles again.

Now you blush slightly. ‘My love‘... you like him calling you that...

You nod "I long for it..." you whisper. You take another bite of the cake. "But... you distracted me with your kissing talk! I should punish you for that!" you grin at him, "Would you like to see me without my shirt again?" you ask casually and innocently.

Ettore looks at you, chuckling, "Oh, I would love to see you without your shirt again..." It seems he doesn't care that he is being punished now.

You grin and poke at the cake, "Yeah? How would you like to see me without my shirt? How much do you long to see me shirtless? Tell me"

He stares at you with a mixture of admiration and curiosity

"How much would I like to see you shirtless? Hmm... Hmmm..."

He continues to look at you mischievously.

"Maybe I can make that clear with my actions," he says in his dark voice. He turns on his chair towards you and takes your hand. He pulls you to him and you give in. You sit down on his lap. He gently caresses your cheek and lets his lips slide onto yours. You put your arms around his neck, deepen the kiss.

He breaks the kiss, rests his forehead against yours, "I really want to see you without your shirt, but not here," he whispers.

You bite your lower lip and just nod.

The next morning you slowly open your eyes. You hear a soft breathing. A warm body lies next to you. Ettore is lying next to you. His back is turned towards you. You slide closer to him. You feel his warmth. You gently caress his bare skin. His warmth floods your fingertips.

It is unfamiliar to you. The sudden closeness between you. In addition to the attraction you've always felt, this sudden closeness. But somehow you enjoy it.

You notice how he slowly turns towards you. He turns onto his back and lifts his arm. You don't hesitate for long and let his arm enclose you.

You let your fingers glide gently over his chest. You smile up at him. His eyes are closed, but you see that he is smiling slightly. You gently kiss his lips. He pulls you closer to him and deepens the kiss.

As you slide your hands down him and begin to tickle him. He didn't expect that, he laughs out loud. He tries to free himself from your grip.

Finally he manages to grab your hands and holds them above your head. He leans closer and whispers in a joking voice, "You won't get an inch of me"

As he holds your hands there, he gently caresses your cheek with his other hand. He can't believe he's just enjoying a morning with you.

You see his soulful gaze. Though he holds you tight, you lean up a little with all your might and gently kiss his nose.

"We'll see about that!"

You put your legs around his waist so you can hold him and try to get your hands free. You laugh a lot. Ettore grins. He doesn't need much strength to hold you down so you can't tickle him. But you keep trying anyway.

With a smile, he tries to kiss your lips. You push him away and he can't help but laugh.

Eventually you give up and lie in his arms, out of breath. He kisses you.

"I never want to get out of this bed again," you whisper against his lips.

"Then we won't. What do you say we stay in here all day?"

"Hmm... with that way you have a good chance of me spending the day naked in bed with you," you grin at him.

He grins at you.

He caresses your cheek and kisses you gently. His hand strokes down your neck. You feel it glide gently along your breast. A shiver runs down your spine. He gently caresses your belly, he feels your soft skin. You moan softly. He grins against your lips.

He takes off your shirt and admires you. How you lie next to him and gently bite your lower lip. He kisses you again. You let your hand slide down his stomach. Again you feel his muscular belly and again it makes your arousal rise. You let your hand slide into his boxer shorts. A deep rumbling sounds in his chest. His cock is already fully aroused. You stroke it, already feeling the pre cum, spreading it along its length. You put your knee on his hip, he grabs your knee, pulls you closer to him. Your kiss becomes wilder, greedier. His hand slides along your thigh and reaches for your ass. You gasp into his mouth. He lets his hand slide to your folds and immediately feels your wet panties. He grins again. And with one movement your panties are off. You giggle softly. He kisses you again and his fingers slide through your folds. He spreads your wet arousal until he suddenly lets two fingers slide inside you. You moan and your wet walls immediately clench around his fingers.

"Fuck... we should have done this much earlier," he murmurs against your lips.

You just nod and move your hips towards him to meet the movements of his fingers. He lets his fingers disappear faster inside you. He looks down, enjoying the sight.

"Love... you look beautiful with my fingers inside you"

Your moans and the obscene sounds of your wet pussy fill your room.

"I... need you..." you stammer.

He looks at you, nods barely noticeably and kisses you again. You whimper briefly as his fingers slip out of you and don't disappear back inside you. He takes off his boxers, but before he could lie on top of you, you push him onto his back. He looks slightly irritated at first, but lets himself fall back. You sit up and maneuvering your legs to straddle him. Slowly you let his cock slide through your wet folds. He moans deeply. His hot length is quickly drenched with your wet arousal.

You let yourself slide down his length. You both groan as he penetrate deeper and deeper into you. You let yourself slide up and down on his cock. His hands are on your hips, gripping you tightly.

You lean forward, your hands on his chest, and let your hips slam down on him, his cock reaching deeper inside you. Your whimpers are accompanied by his deep groans. He watches as you slam down on his length. How he disappears inside you.

You feel the pleasure in your belly grow stronger. Your thighs begin to tremble.

"Ettore..." you moan.

His gaze drifts to you. His gaze is hazy and full of lust. His hands on your hips keep up the pace as you falter, allowing you to reach your climax.

"Yea... I got you, come on my cock"

That takes you over the edge. You groan and clenche around him. You throw your head back, your hands on his chest gripping tightly.

You ride out your climax on him. You stare at him, breathing heavily, when he suddenly turns you onto your back and does not hesitate long. He immediately fills you completely again. Before you know it, he is thrusting into you at an ungodly pace.

You lie under him and he fucks into you, chasing his own climax. Every thrust of his rubs against the spongy spot inside you. You moan loudly. Your cunt clenches hard around him, he falters briefly and looks into your eyes. His pupils blown wide with lust as he continues his thrusts again, slamming his hips down on you. You let your lips slam down on his, you kiss passionately. Your whimpering against his lips increases with each thrust, his balls slapping against your ass. The sounds fill the room. His hand is on your hip, gripping you tightly. Holds you in place while he thrusts into you. As you realise the desire inside you rises again, your whimper becomes a moan and Ettore looks at you knowingly.

You moan loudly as your orgasm overwhelms you. Your pussy milks his cock, trying to get every drop out of him. Ettore can hold it in no longer, he comes hard. He closes his eyes and moans loudly, followed by deep grunts, he empties his hot seed inside you. His thrusts become sloppier as his orgasm subsides. He breathes heavily and stares into your eyes. He smiles slightly.

Your heavy breathing matches his. You kiss him.

When his arms can no longer hold him, he slides down beside you and pulls you into his arms.

"Now I'm not just going to leave," he murmurs into your hair.

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[visionsofmagic]

day 1: gojo satoru [filming]

࿓ synopsis • before going on a mission, gojo decides to record you while being fucked by him to watch it later.

―❦ nsfw, young!gojo, licking, cum eating, fingering, amateur porn (kinda), harsh, pure strength, pet names, obedient!reader, f!reader, overstimulation • 1.3k • enjoy the beginning of the unholy month! [kinktober m.]

“cmon pretty face, look at the camera,” gojo says behind you, kneeling down to reach your chin with his big hand, grabbing it, and showing your face right towards the camera positioned on the head of the bed you’re currently on. “yeah - fuuuuck, like that, don’t take your eyes from it, I want to look at how tears runnin’ on your face when I watch it later.”

finishing playing with your folds with his fingers, he earns another climax from you. chuckling, without saying anything he turns your face around, making you look at how he licks his own fingers covered with your cum.

the sight gives you fireworks, the stomach twists in excitement, and pussy cliches around nothing, wanting to take him.

gojo rise an eyebrow as he sees the way you look at his shining lips and your cum on his tongue and fingers. “oh - you want some?” without waiting for an answer from you, his fingers find your inner thighs, caressing them with his fingers once again.

he kneels down until his face is at the same level as your face. blue orbs reflection of heaven on earth stays too close to allow you to focus on anything but him, so, when his tongue enters your mouth, you moan his name as you taste your own cum on your tongue, flowing from his hot one to yours.

he doesn’t stay long but he makes sure you taste yourself on his tongue. getting back, his fingers open your folds, and positioning himself, he shows the camera for you to look at.

obeying, you look at the camera, shyness and feeling a bit whore like make you turn on the moment you see the reflection of you on the screen turned to you - oh how gojo went to the shopping center and pick the one which would allow you to see yourself in it while recording. the audacity of this man!

“oh yeah, I definitely chose the right one pretty! right?” he asks, smirking down at your face before his eyes travel to your back and find your ass cheeks from there, eyes finally stop at the sight of his long cock staying right behind your pussy hole. “fuck!” he swears, a hand finds your hair, pull it up as your face stays at the same level with the camera’s focus. “don’t you fucking dare to move your face no more, I want to watch every bit of it when you take all of my cock until I break that brain of yours into hundred pieces whore.”

it's always has been hard to endure his desires, and replying them with obedience, especially in these kinds of moments in which gojo likes to see you as a fuck toy instead of his dearest lover since he has a habit of doing everything at the highest level, not at a normal rate - and that makes you nod, your own taste still can be felt ghost on your tongue, tears still dropping on your cheeks, waiting for his dick to enter your already abused pussy.

not wasting any seconds further, gojo shoves himself into you, not too harsh, not too gentle but surely enough to make you scream his name as your eyes close full shut the moment he goes out and in with another impactful thrust - and you swear he chuckles so deeply that the images of himself watching this moment over and over again only to see how he makes your mind go dizzy, knees get weak, forgetting about you are being filmed from the beginning to the end - and it's all just because how he fucks you, "shiiit pretty, what a show for me!" he smiles widely, hands grip the waist from right and left sides. thrusting into your aching pussy with an unstable rhythm while adjusting his position, holding your ass up, and pulling you until his tip slowly enters and you reach the end of his cock - deeper than ever, he takes a glance at the camera to see which expression you have on.

while you feel his balls hitting your ass cheeks, his hands begin to grip the skin under his hold, your waist, with such force that he shows how your weight is nothing compared to his pure strength - proving it by not moving his hips, instead, he uses your own body, pushing and pulling it towards him. sounds you make - moans, screams, cries, swears on gojo's lips, sweats flowing both of your bodies into one another - only you can make him sweat, pure hitting sounds you create - produce a pornographic air you melt into by feeling shy and hot at the same time because it's always like this with gojo, isn't it? - being both his precious lover and own whore.

he grabs your neck with his right hand, and shoves your face into the pillow under you, saying, "pay attention to me my pretty slut," he takes the camera, holding it in his right hand, he first records your face turned to him and you can only look at the black lens of the camera while taking deep breaths. "fuuck! look at you! are you already cryin'? is it too much? is my dick too much to handle?"

he asks as if he cares but in the end, he doesn't. the proof comes suddenly when he begins to film your ass, the way his cock enters your pussy comes into the screen and gojo loses himself once again, slapping your ass, "'toru!"

"scream my name mor - agggh, 'is so good, so fucking good!" he holds one of your ass cheeks the moment you look back at him and see him with all his glory; shining eyes focused on the camera and the sight it captures - what a shame you wouldn't be able to watch it until he comes back again. "look at the mess you're making," he looks up at your face as he continues to fuck you into oblivion - your brain is long gone and he understands - oh he understands it damn well that he beings to mock you as he higher the camera's lens up until your face is visible on it - the face of a brainless pretty girl because of only his cock inside your warm walls. "she even doesn't know she cums right now - for the fourth time already!"

then, you feel the wetness coming out of your pussy into your inner thighs, flowing on his cock and dripping into the bedsheets from there.

closing your eyes because of pure shame, your senses rise up, providing you to receive each pleasure mixed with pain and he didn't even cum yet!

understanding the meaning of your actions when you rise the ass up, allowing him to go deeper - further - harder, saying his name over and over again, "satoru! agghh, 'toru -" he leaves a chuckle, would sound like a melody to the ears if it wasn't so devilish. kneeling down at your level, his bare chest touching your exposed back completely, he cages you in his arms as he puts down the camera on the pillow right beside you. his cock now is deep inside of you and it takes the last breaths away from you. you feel so full that you believe if you move an inch, it will end with such pain mixed with pleasure this time.

looking at you through the camera's reflection, one of gojo's palms find your abdomen, pushing it so that he can feel the curves of his cock through your skin while the free one holds you from the chin. cheek to cheek, he makes you look at his reflection - right into his piercing eyes shining with sparkles of joy, lust, and passion, he smiles widely, displaying thirty-two teeth, "don't you think about it. I will cum the moment you have nothing left," he kisses your cheeks - a love act which feels much more like mocking, "I can't let it go waste, can I, my pretty doll?"

❦ tagging: @lilvampirina !

[awniie]

Your husband Namani ୨ৎ ⠂°⠄🕯

little piece about namani kento as your smitten hubby (was supposed to be drabble + headcannons but i got a lil carried away)

(i gave up after a while but i wanted to post something)

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content: female!reader , light smut , p in v , housewife reader , lowercase + ass writing skills lmao , virgin!reader , not proof read , pathetic attempt at fluff

nanami kento who’d you married a couple months ago, and you couldn’t be happier with. He was your dream man, caring, loving thoughtful, and just perfect. The time you guys first interacted was something straight out of a christmas hallmark movie. You two met at a fancy restaurant that you worked at. He had been attending a business meeting that had been horribly dull until he laid his eyes on you. The way the work so dutifully for the large party, you seemed so outgoing and friendly. Never complaining nor making a single grimace. (because you knew they had money and you needed that extra tip ) Regardless, he had a respect for women who worked hard. Of course, the way your uniform skirt hugged at the swell of your thighs was attention-stealing enough. He’d had caught your eye as well. His honey-blonde hair, the size of his biceps, and his stoicism is what initially drew you in. “And what would you like to drink sir?” You asked him, voice sugared and smile perfected just for men like him. “W-water.” Kento stuttered, sharp eyes suddenly clouded, drifting over your smaller frame. He cleared his throat and straightened his tie. “Water, please.” He reiterated himself with a monosyllabic tone. Yeah, he was the one.

nanami kento worked up the nerves to write his number below the check signature. He handed the tray back to you, and cleared his throat as you noticed his number along with “come with me to dinner?” written in a neat cursive. You gave him a coy smile and tucked the note into the thin pocket of your apron. “I’d love too.” You told him, waving goodbye to the table. The blond found himself staring after you, warm blush dusted across his pale cheeks. The rest was history as they might say. You guys dating for a couple years, getting to know each other, discovering new things together, and building the blueprint of your upcoming future.

nanami kento who after marrying you, started to care less and less about his job. It was the sole thing he lived for before, taking up his time, energy and thoughts . But now his focus was elsewhere. It was on a woman who he’d met at a restaurant, a woman with her own identity with uniqueness interests and a personality that belonged solely to her. A woman he somehow manage to catch. You were the woman he would treat as his most prized possession, keeping his loving hold steady over you for as long as he could.

nanami kento who before you, woke up at 5; got dressed by 6 and was at work by 7 had tweaked his morning schedule to fit his now married life. He’d set his phone alarm to go off at 6, but would you blame him? He’d need the extra time to rot the morning away with his new wife :( You’d be pressed against his back, arms enclosed around his chest with your sleepy head neatly tucked into the warmth of his neck. He didn’t mind you being the bigger spoon, it just made getting up in the mornings so, so much harder. As he reluctantly tried to pry himself from your relentless grip, nanamni could feel your long, soft lashes flutter against his neck. “Namani…t’s too earlyyy…” you’d drawl, jaw heavy and mouth dry from your sleep. He’d pull himself away even harder, but you were strong and kept his large body flush against your smaller one. “i have to go work today…” he’d whisper to you, which he knew you were aware of this, it was just the routine you’d guys go through every morning. You didn’t respond to his comment, hoping it would mean he’d stay longer. Namani smiled and let you snuggle against him more. He knew how you were though, you’d be greedy for maybe another 10 minutes more before you felt guilty and release your relentless grip on him. “Fine, jus’ go to work.” You’d mutter, sleepy face creased into a bothered expression. Nanami got up from the bed, but not before wrapping the blanket around you and giving your temple a kiss.

nanami kento who would deal with all your troubles and tribulations. Whenever you were on your period, he was like your knight in shining armor (or in a blue collar button-up) the entire week, he’d make your favorite meals when he arrived home by 3:30. Namani would wrap you in as many blankets as you wanted, picking you up and gently placing you on the couch. If you wanted him to stay, he’d stay right by your side, rubbing your back and peppering your face with kisses until you fell asleep. other times you wanted to be left alone and if you did, he would move to a separate room in the cozy house you guys shared, doing laundry, cleaning or whatever domestic chores that would fill your day. After about an hour, you’d always feel lonely and cried from him to come hold you, which he would come running quickly to your aid. (Also to avoid finishing washing the dishes)

nanami kento who made it his life goal to be able to please and provide for you his wife. He convinced you to quit your job. “I rather have you making dinner for just me then a bunch of wealthy assholes.” Kento would comment. You liked being his little housewife who didn’t have much to do. You were both relatively neat people, so they’re wasn’t much cleaning to do. Which you did love to do was cook. Experimenting with recipes you found on Pinterest and surprising your husband when he got home. “Look what i made for dinner, creamy garlic pasta! I found the recipe on Pinterest and it thought you’d like it” You took him by his large forearm and lead him to the kitchen where you had two plates full of the pasta as well as a lit candle and twin drinks. To you, this was just a cozy dinner. For him it was the best way to be welcomed home after a stressful day of work. The amount of thought and time put into the meal was overwhelming to him and he almost shed a tear. When he didn’t say anything, you frowned and thought he didn’t like it. “Ken, is something wrong?” Your voice was shaky and your eyes glassy. Nanami snapped out of his head and took you into an embrace. “No, no. Nothings wrong love, just a little emotional.” You laughed, thinking it was funny how he got emotional over food, but you found it cute. “Let’s eat then now, okay dear?” He’d suggest, blushing at your giggles while pulling out the chair for you to sit in. Of course, in return for any errands or houseworks, Nanami would reward you in anything else. It was only fair, he thought. New clothes? He’d take you to the expensive outlet malls he knew you loved. A new hobby that you wanted to start? He’d pay for anything you’d need plus support you through it (even if you gave up after a month) he’d never bring up your failed ventures either, knowing that it brought you joy in the few moments and he lived for that. Whenever the daily life bored you, Nanami would take you out an adventures. Sometimes it was something as simple as visiting the local farmers market. Others were first class trips around the world. (Malaysia being his personal favorite.) Sometimes, people would make comments on how “he’s spoiling you too much” or “she’ll get bored of you eventually and move to the richer guy,” but Nanami brushed those words carelessly. “I’m not spoiling her,” he’d reply coolly . “I’m reimbursing her for all the work and time she puts into me. My wife does nice things for me, and I do nice things for her.”

namani kento who could please his wife in other ways as well. If there was one thing namani did efficiently was fcking you. You’d both waited until marriage and boy, was it worth it. Namami had the gift of duality when it came to pleasing you. From his mouth, he murmured praises and loving words into your ears. From his body, unrelenting and hungry thrusts assaults on your virgin pussy. Both such drastic differences from his stoicism.“Doing so good for me love, taking me so well.” He’d compliment you causally, as if he wasn’t pumping 8 inches into you. “N-nanami, t’s too much, slow down p-please..” you’d beg, salty tears streaming down your face unto your neck, where’d he’d kiss them away. Namanin never knew how much prettier you could be, especially all sweaty and teary-eyed, but that’s just more of an excuse to do this more often. He caressed your cheek, smiling faintly at your fcked-out expression. You were doing so good for him, especially for your first time, you were just having a little hiccups. “You can take it, cmon just hold out a little longer for me, please? I promise you’ll feel so, so good.” And he kept his promise. Not long after you felt a string being cut in your stomach, causing your voice to go up in octaves and your eyes to screw themselves shut. Your pussy was glistening, covering in your juices and his as well. He didn’t pull out of you yet, and you didn’t want him too. You wanted to savor the feeling of being completely full, of being connected in the deepest way possible with your other half. After what seemed like hours of and bodies melding together. Namani wiped away a single remaining tear and kiss you on your flushed lips.“See, told you it’d be worth it, you did so well. I love you so much y/n.”

“I l-love you too kento.”

END

[hanniebaeee]

Omg, thank you, thank you so much 😍 I'm so glad that you enjoyed this! It makes me so happy when my readers can relate to what I write and give me such sweet feedback 💕 Seriously, every time you leave a comment, it makes my day!

And writing Lixie is such a joy, he makes me sooo happy 😍

Thanks again, for being so kind, ilysm🫶

Freckles and Brownies

Felix x fem!reader

Warnings: spicy dreams, some smut (not deep), and reader is slightly older MDNI

Genre: neighbors/friends to lovers, fluff, smut

Summary: Your sweet neighbor Felix has the biggest crush on you. You try not to give in, but he's way too irresistible.

You knew he was coming over even before you heard the knock on your door. Your apartment building had the thinnest walls in the history of thin walls - it was pathetic really.

But you liked your cute little apartment a lot - it was quiet (most of the time) and comfortable. Then there was Felix, your sweet neighbor who lived next door with his roommate, Jisung.

Felix was a joy to have around, because he was kind, considerate, and he always had a smile on his face. And he was totally obsessed with you.

He loved to bake and every time he baked, he would knock on your door, with a box of such yummy treats.

“Hey, I made extra. Thought you might like some,” he’d say, handing them over, with the softest smile on his face.

And your heart would skip a beat because, seriously, he looked like a fantasy wrapped in an apron.

Yes, you thought he was adorable. But he was your neighbor and you knew he was a few years younger, and so, adorable or not - you never crossed that line.

So, you pretended not to see the way he constantly blushed around you or the way his eyes would always linger a second too long. It was so hard, when he was right there in front of you, baking brownies or cookies every other day just so he could come and see you.

You had to draw a line. You had to.

The night was quiet, except for the soft tapping of your fingers on your keyboard as you worked. You were in bed, hair pulled into a messy bun, a mug of tea in hand, trying to meet a deadline you couldn’t ignore.

Your focus, however, was shattered by a noise from the other side of the wall. The very wall that separated your apartment from Felix’s.

At first, it was very faint. A low, muffled groan. You paused, fingers hovering over the keys, straining to listen. Maybe Felix was having another one of his late-night gaming sessions with Jisung?

Then it came again. Oh that's definitely not related to gaming.

You froze. Because that was a moan. A low, breathy moan. And it was your name.

“Y/N…”

Your stomach dropped. No way. NO WAY!

But then you heard it again. And again. His voice, soft yet clear, filtering through the paper-thin wall separating your bedroom from his. The sounds that followed were unguarded, raw, and so unbelievably... dirty.

“Oh, God, Y/N…”

Your entire body flushed with embarrassment and something else entirely. You slapped a hand over your mouth completely scandalized.

Ok, you knew he liked you, but this? He couldn’t be…was he seriously…?

You quickly shook your head as if that would help banish the thought. No. Felix was sweet and innocent and, okay, not innocent, but still.

But then came another sound. This one unmistakable the creak of a bed frame, followed by a low, guttural moan that sent your imagination spiraling to a whole new level.

“Oh, fuck,” you heard him whisper. “So good…”

Your hands shot to your headphones. It wasn’t even a choice at this point - it was pure survival. You jammed them onto your head and cranked up the volume on your playlist. There.

Not that it worked. Because no matter how loud the music, you could still hear him in your head.

You buried your face in your hands. You weren’t supposed to be hearing this. You weren’t supposed to be thinking about how Felix - sweet, blushing, brownie-baking Felix - was currently doing whatever he was doing!

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Meanwhile, on the other side of the wall…

Felix was lost in his dream, blissfully unaware of the chaos he was causing. In his dream, you were standing in his kitchen, wearing one of those pretty sweaters he always saw you in. But this time, the fabric was slipping off one of your shoulders as you leaned over the counter, a teasing smile on your lips. Oh he could see way more than just a bit of skin.

“Do you want a taste?” you asked, holding up your fingers dripping with chocolate.

He swallowed hard, his voice barely functioning. “Y-Yeah…”

You laughed softly, dipping your fingers into your mouth, licking them clean yourself.

“You have to ask nicely, baby.” you whispered.

His dream-self didn’t hesitate. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer, his lips crashing into your chocolate stained ones in a kiss so desperate, so needy, it made his whole body ache.

Felix let out a deep, throaty groan, clutching his pillow tightly as his dream-self pushed you against the counter, rutting against you like his life depended on it.

He pushed his face into his pillow, his hips moving against the mattress for some friction. He snaps awake, feeling a bit disoriented, but so damn hard and needy.

“Y/N…” he whispered, his voice so deep and raw. “I need you…”

His hand slips into his sweatpants, trying to help himself out of this mess, face still pressed into his pillow.

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You yanked off your headphones, groaning in frustration. This was ridiculous. You were a grown woman. You could handle this.

You groaned as you heard another moan followed by the creaking of his bed (more frantically), and you threw yourself back onto your bed, burying your face in your pillow to stifle the hysterical laugh bubbling up in your chest.

This was insane. Completely, utterly insane. How are you supposed to face him tomorrow? You can't, not after this.

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The next morning, you're walking down the hallway, so fatigued and sleep deprived after you spent the whole night unable to fall asleep. You were dressed for work, your bag in one hand, your phone in the other.

And the universe decided to play the most ridiculous joke on you, because there came Felix from the opposite side - t-shirt half-tucked, hair a little messy - looking totally…spent.

You tried to act casual, but he froze when he saw you.

“Morning!” he chirped, his face lighting up when he saw you. “You’re up early!”

“Yeah, well, work, you know…”

“Are you okay? You look kind of flustered.” Felix tilted his head, studying you.

“I’m fine!” you blurted, far too quickly.

“Are you sure? You seem a little... tense.” he said, and you narrowed your eyes at him.

Oh no, he wasn't doing this right now.

“Did you sleep well last night, Felix?” you asked, crossing your arms against your chest.

Felix blinked, a faint blush creeping up his neck as he said, “Uh... yeah. Why?”

You smiled sweetly, your tone laced with barely concealed mischief.

“Oh, no reason. You just seemed... very well-rested.”

Felix’s eyes widened, the realization hitting him rather mercilessly. “Oh my God.”

You raised an eyebrow, trying not to laugh at the poor boy.

“What's wrong?” you asked, and he turned bright red, his hands flying to cover his face.

“I- I didn’t - how did you - oh my God!”

You patted his shoulder, thoroughly enjoying his meltdown and said, “Don’t worry, Lixie. Your secret’s safe with me.”

And with that, you walked away, leaving Felix a stuttering, blushing mess in the hallway.

Felix tried. He really did. After the mortifying revelation that you’d heard him, he swore to himself he’d keep his cool. He was a man, and he was going to act like it. Mature. Collected. Cool.

But every time he saw you, his resolve crumbled like one of his cookies.

You’d stopped by to return the Tupperware he’d given you last week (filled with brownies he’d baked as yet another excuse to see you). You were dressed casually in yoga pants and an oversized sweatshirt, your hair tied back, but Felix could hardly keep his composure.

“Thanks again for the brownies,” you said, handing him the container with a smile. “They were great. As always.”

His heart did a full somersault at your praise. He took the container, his fingers brushing yours, and you swore you felt him shiver.

“Oh, uh, yeah,” he stammered, cheeks dusted pink. “Anytime.”

He looked into the box that was definitely not empty, and saw that was indeed full.

“I made some lasagna, we never return empty containers,” you said with a wink and Felix blushed as he smiled.

“Thank you, Y/N.” He said, “Um, -”

A silence stretched between you two, broken only when Jisung called from inside, “Felix! Are you flirting with her again?!”

Your eyes went wide and Felix choked, turning toward the door.

“I’m not - she’s not - shut up, Jisung!” he growled and you laughed, as Felix turned back to you, now red as a tomato.

“Anyway,” you said quickly, backing toward your apartment, “I’ve gotta go.”

“Yeah, of course!” Felix said, nodding too quickly. “See you later?”

“Sure,”

---

“I don’t know what to do,” you groaned, stirring your latte, as your best friend, Jennie eyed you with a smirk. “He’s so… sweet. And attractive. And every time I see him, I feel like I’m losing my mind.”

Jennie raised an eyebrow, sipping her Americano and said, “So, I don't see the problem?”

“The problem,” you emphasized, “is that he’s younger than me. What if he regrets it later?"

Jennie snorted.

“Oh, please. What's a couple of years have to do with anything? He’s an adult. He can vote, drive, drink - he's a big boy, Y/N. Stop making excuses.”

“It’s not just the age thing,” you protested. “We're neighbors. It’s messy. If it doesn't work out, I'd have to move and then-”

“Babe, he's hot,” Jennie added, waggling her eyebrows. “Come on, Y/N. The guy clearly worships you. I bet he’d walk barefoot through a field of Legos if you asked him to.”

“Jen-”

“Look,” she interrupted, leaning forward with a smirk, “I get it. You’re scared. But life’s short. If you want him, go for it.”

You groaned, dropping your head into your hands. Jennie was the worst. But she was also… not entirely wrong.

---

For Felix, this was a whole crisis.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. The way you smiled, the way you smelled when you leaned in just a little too close. It was driving him insane.

Jisung, of course, noticed his nonstop thirsting.

“Dude,” Jisung said, tossing the controller onto the couch as Felix stared blankly at his laptop. “What are you doing?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Felix muttered, though the pink tint to his ears gave him away.

“Oh, come on,” Jisung groaned. “It’s been, what, six months? You’re salivating every time she walks by.”

“She’s… amazing, ok? And perfect. And…” He trailed off, sighing deeply. “She’d never go for someone like me.”

“Why not?” Jisung asked, genuinely curious.

“Because she’s…her,” Felix said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “She's beautiful, and successful. And-”

“And so into you,” Jisung interrupted. “I’ve seen the way she looks at you. Trust me, she’s interested.”

Felix shook his head, his heart aching. He wanted to believe it, but every time he got close to you, he felt like you were slipping through his fingers.

That night, as you lay in bed, your mind wandered back to Felix. To his soft voice, his shy smile, and the way he looked at you like you were his entire world.

You groaned, rolling onto your side. This was ridiculous. Jennie’s words echoed in your mind, Life’s short. If you want him, go for it.

You shook your head, trying to push the thought away. But then you heard it - the doorbell.

You sat up, heart racing. It was almost midnight. You slipped out of bed and walked to your door. You heard the bell again, and this time, Felix’s voice with it.

“Y/N?” Felix’s voice was soft but urgent. “It’s me.”

You opened the door quickly to find Felix standing there, looking equal parts nervous and determined.

“Felix, is everything ok?”

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he blurted out, his freckles stark against his flushed cheeks. “I know this is crazy, and I know I probably don’t have a chance, but… I had to tell you. Because it’s driving me crazy. You’re driving me crazy.”

You stared at him, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it.

“Felix, I -”

“I don't know what to do,” he continued, his voice trembling. “But I need you to know. I’m completely, hopelessly in love with you.”

—---

The clock on your nightstand read 2:47 AM. You’d been lying in bed for hours, unable to sleep, your head spinning.

Felix’s confession played on repeat in your head.

I’m completely, hopelessly in love with you.

The words had shattered something inside you. You’d wanted to say something, anything, but all you’d managed was a stunned silence - staring at him with your mouth open, that he gave you a rushed goodnight. And bolted.

Since then, you’d been teetering on the edge of panic and longing. You didn't say anything. Anything at all. And seeing the disappointment in those big beautiful eyes of his, seeing his face crumble with sadness at your silence was absolutely heartbreaking.

You turned onto your side, facing the wall you shared with Felix. Your heart ached, the weight of unspoken feelings pressing down on your chest. He was right there, so close, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to bridge the gap.

---

Felix lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, his hands gripping the sheets like they were the only things tethering him to reality.

He had spilled his heart to you, thinking it would work. And now? Now it felt like his heart was breaking into a thousand pieces.

You hadn’t said anything. Not a single word to give him hope or closure. He tried to convince himself you were just processing, that you weren’t rejecting him - but the silence was the most painful thing he'd ever had to endure.

His gaze drifted to the wall separating his room from yours. And his mind, traitorous as always, began to wander. He imagined you on the other side, lying in your bed, the soft curve of your lips, the way your eyes would flutter shut if he kissed you.

His fantasies were vivid, and utterly maddening.

“Fuck,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. He wanted you so badly it hurt. But more than that, he wanted you to want him.

He felt like he was suffocating.

---

You couldn't take it anymore. It felt way too claustrophobic in your room. You sat up, your heart racing and climbed out of bed and padded to your door.

You needed some air.

---

The sound of your door opening reached him, and his heart leapt into his throat. He scrambled out of bed, throwing on a hoodie as he moved to his own door.

He opened his door and walked straight into you.

“Y/N,” he breathed, after his body clashed with yours, and his voice was so husky and breathless.

“I…” You hesitated, looking equally breathless and surprised. “I couldn’t sleep.”

Felix stepped closer, his gaze searching yours. “Me neither.”

You bit your lip, your chest heaving with the stress of it all.

“Felix, about what you said earlier…” you began.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed, his hands curling into fists at his sides.

“I meant it. Every word.” he whispered.

“I know,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “And I…”

Before you could finish, Felix closed the distance between you, his hands coming up to cradle your face. His touch was gentle, and you both had a moment, staring at each other, absolutely terrified.

You didn't know who moved first, but here you two were, kissing. A kiss so soft at first, then deepening as months of pent-up desire spilled over. His fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as his lips moved against yours with a desperation that reflected your own.

Your back hit the wall and he tilted his head, licking into your mouth, and it was so absolutely hot.

When you finally pulled away from Felix, your lips still tingled from the kiss, and your heart pounded so hard.

Felix’s eyes were wide, his cheeks flushed a deep red. He looked absolutely stunned, his lips parted as if to say something, but no words came out.

Oh no, why wasn't he saying anything?!

“I…” you began, but the words got stuck in your throat.

What could you even say?

“I’m sorry,” Felix whispered, his voice strained. He took a step back, running a hand through his hair, clearly panicking.

“No, no, I’m sorry,” you blurted, hugging your arms around yourself, feeling exposed in the oversized sweater you’d thrown on before bed. It barely skimmed your thighs, and now you were hyper-aware of how Felix’s eyes kept darting to your legs before snapping back up to your face.

Felix’s jaw tightened, and he let out a shaky breath.

“I…I should go.” he murmured and before you could stop him, he turned and sprinted back into his apartment, leaving you standing there.

—

The moment Felix shut the door to his apartment, he leaned against it.

“Shit,” he whispered, his eyes closed and voice trembling.

He wanted to scream. Or throw himself off a cliff. Because right now, all he could think about was the way you tasted, the way you looked in that damn sweater. The way you looked so… thrown after the kiss.

Groaning, he went to his bedroom and fell onto his bed, burying his face in his pillow. He was turned on beyond belief, but the guilt was just as strong.

That kiss, though perfect, felt impulsive and reckless. And now? He had no idea where you two stood.

---

By the time the sun came up, Felix was in full-on stress-baking mode.

His kitchen was a disaster - half empty bags of flour, bowls and utensils littered every surface, and his oven was working overtime. He’d already made two trays of brownies, cookies, and a batch of cupcakes, and he was still going.

Because every time he paused, every time he let himself think, his mind betrayed him. That damn kiss was playing on repeat in his head.

He threw himself back into baking, hoping it would distract him. But it didn’t work. His fantasies just grew wilder.

“Stop it,” Felix hissed to himself, slamming the oven door shut.

But the damage was done. He was a mess.

---

By the time Jisung woke up (close to noon) and stumbled into the kitchen, Felix was pulling yet another tray of cookies out of the oven.

“What the hell happened here?” Jisung asked, blinking at the mountain of baked goods that had taken over their apartment. “Did you open a bakery while I was asleep?”

Felix shot him a glare and said, “Don’t start.”

Jisung raised his hands in surrender, though he did ask, “Rough night?”

Felix didn’t answer, instead focusing on packing some of the cookies into containers.

Jisung leaned against the counter, smirking. “This is obviously about Y/N.”

Felix froze for a second.

“I knew it,” Jisung said, grinning. “Care to share what happened?”

Felix’s ears turned bright red as he shook his head.

“I’m not talking about it,” he said.

“Okay, fine,” Jisung said, grabbing a cookie. “But, for what it’s worth, you should tell her how you’re feeling. Like, really tell her.”

Felix sighed, his shoulders slumping.

“I already did.” he said sadly.

Jisung blinked in surprise. “And?”

“She didn’t say anything.” Felix’s voice was quiet, almost defeated. “And then…and then…never mind.”

---

The moment you stepped into the hallway after a long day at work, you were hit with the mouthwatering aroma of chocolate and vanilla.

You paused, inhaling deeply. Felix was baking again.

You’d just changed into your pyjamas when there was a knock at your door. Opening it, you weren’t surprised to find Felix standing there, holding four containers of baked goods in his hands.

He looked kind of disheveled and his expression was tight - like he was barely holding it together.

“Felix,” you started, but he thrust the containers into your hands before you could say more.

“What’s all this?” you asked, looking down at the overflowing assortment of brownies, cookies, and cupcakes.

Felix let out a laugh - a sharp and humorless one.

“It’s your fault,” he said and your eyebrows shot up.

“My fault?” you asked.

“Yes,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “Because I can’t stop thinking about how you didn't say a word after I admitted my feelings for you. And then we kiss, and you don't say anything even then.”

Your lips parted, words failing you as he continued.

“It hurts. My heart hurts, and if I sit still I feel like I'm gonna faint. So yeah, I've been baking nonstop for hours now. You can eat them, throw them out, whatever you want. I just…I needed to get them out of my kitchen before I baked myself into oblivion.”

You sighed, setting the containers down on a nearby table. “Felix -”

“No,” he interrupted, shaking his head and taking a step back. “Don’t.”

“What? At least-”

“I have to go, or I'll end up doing something really stupid.”

And before you could stop him, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing there with all his baked treats and a heart that felt like it was breaking.

Felix was spiraling.

For days, he’d been avoiding you as much as possible. He hated it. He hated having to speed walk past you or ignoring you. He couldn't stop craving you, and all through his heartache, he still missed you.

And he still couldn’t stop himself from baking for you. It was the only way he knew to show how much he cared without risking saying or doing something that might ruin everything further.

The knock on your door came as you were finishing dinner. You opened it to find Felix standing there, looking as nervous as ever, holding a box of brownies.

“Hi,” he said, his voice soft.

“Hi, Felix,” you said, crossing your arms and leaning against the doorframe.

“I made these for you.” he said, holding the box out to you, his hands trembling slightly.

You took the box, your eyes narrowing slightly.

“Thanks, but -” Before you could finish, he turned and started to walk away.

“Felix!” you called after him, but he didn’t stop.

Something inside you snapped. You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Felix!” you yelled again, quickly placing the box on the ground and grabbing the back of his hoodie, tugging him to a stop.

He sighed, his shoulders slumping as he turned halfway to look at you.

“Please don’t do this to me, Y/N,” he said, his voice low. “I’m trying so hard to hold it together.”

“Well, stop,” you said firmly, pulling him back toward your apartment, your grip on his hoodie strong.

“Y/N,” he protested, stumbling slightly as you dragged him inside. “You don’t get it!”

“Shut up, Felix,” you snapped, cutting him off as you slammed the door behind you.

He blinked at you, startled, his mouth opening to say something else, but you didn’t give him the chance.

“I like you, okay?” you yelled, your voice rising. “I like you back, Felix! I’ve been trying to hold it in, trying to be reasonable because this whole thing is complicated and I didn’t want to make it weird, but I can’t take it anymore! You’ve been driving me mad with all your running and your baking and your stupid perfect face, so just - just shut up and kiss me already!”

For a moment, Felix just stared at you, his eyes wide, his lips parted in shock.

“You… what?” he whispered, as if he couldn’t believe his ears.

“I said I like you,” you repeated, your chest heaving. “Now are you going to kiss me or not?”

In an instant, he closed the space between you, his hands cupping your face as he crashed his lips against yours.

The kiss was desperate, frantic even, and you responded with just as much intensity, your hands fisting in the front of his hoodie to pull him closer.

Felix’s lips were soft but insistent, his hands shaking slightly as they slid from your face to your waist, pulling you flush against him.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were gasping for air, trembling and flushed.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do that?” Felix whispered, his voice rough and shaky.

You smiled, brushing a strand of hair out of his face and said, “Probably as long as I have.”

He let out a soft laugh, his eyes shining with something you could only describe as pure joy.

And he kissed you over and over, until the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you and the undeniable connection you felt with each other.

Dating Felix felt like stepping into a dream.

From the moment you both decided to give it a go, it was as if everything clicked into place. Now, you were greeted with the soft press of his lips whenever he saw you and even softer smiles that melted your insides.

He was so attentive, and so utterly devoted. And more perfect than you'd ever thought a person could be. He stayed over at yours a lot, and you kept him company whenever you could over at his. And it was absolutely magical.

Oh and he taught you how to bake. Or at least he tried.

---

Felix’s kitchen was a mess as usual, all his baking things spread everywhere. His sleeves were rolled up and his hair pushed back with a bandana.

You were perched on the kitchen counter, dressed in that sweater - the oversized one he loved so much, the one that barely skimmed the tops of your thighs. Your hair was loose, your smile teasing, and you looked like you'd walked straight out of his dream.

Felix swallowed hard, as he tried not to look at you. But when he did, he saw you leaning forward slightly, resting your chin in your hand.

“What’s next, Chef Lee?” you asked, nodding toward the bowl of brownie batter.

Felix cleared his throat, trying to gather himself.

“Uh, okay. So, once we mix the dry ingredients…”

His voice trailed off as you dipped your finger into the batter, scooping up a bit and popping it into your mouth.

The sound you made - a soft hum of approval - almost made him drop the bowl.

“Mmm,” you said, licking your finger clean. “That’s so good.”

Felix’s jaw clenched, his hands gripping the edge of the bowl to keep himself steady.

“Baby,” he said, his voice strained.

“What?” you asked, your eyes wide with mock innocence.

“You’re not… helping,” he managed, his gaze slipping down to your thighs.

You tilted your head, a playful smile tugging at your lips as you said, “I’m not?”

“No,” he said, setting the bowl down and taking a step closer to you.

“What am I doing, then?” you teased, tapping his bottom lip with your finger.

Felix caught your wrist, his grip firm but gentle.

“You’re being a bad girl,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire.

Your breath hitched as he stepped between your legs, his hands sliding over your thighs.

“What do you want, baby?” he asked, his fingers tightening on your skin.

You smirked, leaning in just enough for your lips to brush against his.

“I want you.”

That was all it took.

Felix kissed you like he was starving, his hands running over your thighs as he pressed you closer. He tasted of chocolate and something so uniquely him, and you honestly couldn't get enough.

His lips moved to your neck, his breath hot against your skin. He pushed the fabric off your shoulder, kissing all your exposed skin, groaning as you thread your fingers through his hair and tugged lightly.

He pushed you back against the wall, his hands reaching under your sweater and pulling down your panties quickly. You gasped as he quickly bent down and threw your legs over his shoulders.

Your breath caught as he kissed your inner thighs and went on to give you the most mind blowing orgasm of your life.

The bowl of brownie batter sat forgotten on the counter as he devoured you. Your fingers were in his hair, his bandana long lost and followed by his shirt and a lot more.

You sat on the counter, grinning smugly, your legs swinging lazily as you watched him, shirtless and glowing, trying to salvage the brownies he had abandoned earlier.

Felix glanced at you, his freckled cheeks still tinged pink, and smirked. He just lived his fantasy. And you were glowing, and it filled his heart to see you like that.

“The brownies, Lixie,” You reminded him as he lost focus, and was lost in thought, his eyes fixed on you.

He was about to reply when the front door opened, and Jisung walked in.

“Felix -” Jisung stopped mid-sentence as he walked into the kitchen, his eyes darting between you, perched on the counter, and Felix, standing there shirtless with a tray of brownies in hand.

There was a long, awkward pause as Jisung's eyes fell on Felix’s shirt lying on the floor. And obviously both of you looked enough ruffled for anyone to catch up.

“Oh my god,” Jisung finally said, his face scrunching up in horror. “Ew! Not in the kitchen!”

You burst into laughter, your hands flying to your mouth, while Felix just shook his head.

“Nothing happened here!” Felix insisted, though the sheepish grin tugging at his lips wasn’t helping his case.

Jisung pointed an accusing finger at his shirt lying on the floor.

“Don’t lie to me! There’s literally evidence of your sins everywhere!” he said.

“Jisung, I swear -”

“Save it!” Jisung cut him off dramatically, turning to leave. “I’m never eating anything that comes out of this kitchen again!”

You couldn’t stop giggling as Felix turned to you.

“Babe,” he muttered, though he couldn't help but smile.

“I’m sorry,” you said, trying to sound sincere but failing miserably.

Felix rolled his eyes, setting the tray down before stepping closer again.

“You’re lucky I love you,” he said, teasingly.

“Lucky, huh?” you said, looping your arms around his neck.

He leaned in, brushing his lips against yours as he said, “Very lucky.”

“I CAN HEAR YOU!” Jisung’s voice rang out from his bedroom.

You both burst out into giggles, and you kissed him again.

“I love you, Lixie.”

“I love you, baby.”

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[llamaisllama777]

TSAMS THEORY: THEY'RE ALL THE SAME//TIMELOOP THEORY!

Okay, you read the title. This is probably the CRAZIEST theory I've come up with up, but please let me explain.

Okay, so in this episode of The Sun and Moon show

Dark Sun visits Foxy and is trying to help him solve his F.c. problem. This was when F.C. got that red box in his chest that absorbs negative star power, and Foxy had no idea what to do, and "Sun" shows up to offer him some support and help... ya, that's not Sun, as you can probably imagine it's Dark Sun. Dark Sun, if I remember correctly, is basically telling Foxy to get rid of the kid cause he's too dangerous, and off course, Foxy tells him no. Dark Sun make some interesting comments that got me thinking. Dark Sun kept asking hypothetical questions like: If you could go back in time and redo everything the exact same way... would you?

Kept asking time related hypotheticals, and even after 7 months, my mind does wander back to this episode and what Dark Sun said.

Someone in the comments of this video asked "Wait is Dark Sun implying they're all stuck in a timeloop and only he knows?" And that BLEW MY MIND!

It does explain a lot of things about Dark Sun

How he seems to know how everything is gonna play out

How confident he is

How smart he is

It's cause he's been through ALL this before.

He's seen it all before

He's experienced it all before

And he's learned from it all.

There is a VERY popular fan theory that Dark Sun is actually OUR Sun just from the future!

I do think that theory is true... but allow me to add to it.

DARK SUN IS SUN FROM A PREVIOUS TIMELINE

The theory is that every time THIS world ends, it gets reset (Kinda like Undertale), and everything happens all over again, maybe with one or two small differences, so it's not an exact copy but a close enough one. Dark Sun was a Sun who we know snapped and fought back against his Moon, killed him, and stole his intelligence... is what I would say if that was true. It was later revealed that Dark Sun lied about killing his Moon. We see his Moon barely alive in a cell where Ruin then puts him out of his misery. Ruin calls Dark Sun out on his lies, and Dark Sun just kinda brushes it off. He lied! He lied about killing his Moon! So, if he didn't get his intelligence, then where'd he get it? Dark Sun didn't steal it he gained it through experience. Dark Sun somehow found out he and his WHOLE WORLD IS TRAPPED IN A TIMELOOP! He probably freaked out about that for a while till he began to wonder if he could change the future, change his fate. So, he does. He becomes Dark Sun after many attempts and many timeloops and finally breaks free from the loop, but he realizes he's free, but the loop isn't over. It's still going. Just now, he's a watcher. He's on the outside looking in. He watches the loops play out over and over and over again, and it just keeps getting WORSE! Moon is still being an abusive butt to Sun, Sun still barely has anyone to support him, and they are still constantly messed with by people like Eclipse, BloodMoon, The Creator, The Astrals. It NEVER ends! Oh, sure, sometimes the loop is merciful. Maybe it gives Sun a new sibling to care for him or a new friend or heck, maybe even a kid... but it's still the same shtick! Sun even dies in some terrible ways in some of these loops! Or the siblings turn rouge and become evil. Dark Sun decided enough was enough and decided to try and break the loop once and for all, but in order to do so, he needs to intervene. He needs to start making things go his way. Pushing Nexus further to the dark side, putting things into place so Sun will lose his support system, and make it so the next few loops will have the Suns coming up on top. Basically, altering the timeloops so Sun doesn't die in 95% percent of them and instead Moon dies. (What's been happening in the show currently) Dark Sun is trying to make our Sun like him cause he believes he can't break the loop, so if you can't break it... change it. He's trying to turn Sun into another him because Dark Sun thinks becoming like him is the only way to break the loop. He's trying to make all Suns like him cause he believes he can help them.

So, that's Dark Sun's part of this.... how does Emperor Lunar and President Earth come into play?

Well, if the timeloop theory is correct, then you see what I'm saying, right? President Earth and Emperor Lunar ARE our Lunar and Earth! Just from different timelines. They're like Dark Sun sort of. They know about the loops but aren't really doing anything to intervene. Maybe they are, and we just aren't seeing it? Who knows?

Now, you might be saying Llama, Emperor Lunar, President Earth, and Dark Sun are from another dimension... not timeline... well... do we know that for sure? I mean, they say it's other universes.... but... dimensional travel is a tricky thing. Who's to say Moon when he built the portal didn't accidentally poke a hole through? Plus, other dimensions and alternate timelines are a term that's pretty interchangeable. So, what we think is an alternate dimension is actually a alternate timeline, part of a the loop.

Basically, what I'm saying is that Moon's portal is actually going in a giant circle poking through the past timelines and wrapping back around to ours and poking through ours to future ones.

Tl;DR The whole show is stuck in a timeloop, and Dark Sun, Evil Earth, and Evil Lunar are OUR Sun, Lunar, and Earth just from a previous loop and Dark Sun is trying to save all other Suns by messing with the timelines so they'll become like him and break free from the loop.

Does this theory have a lot of holes... yes. But gosh dang! Wouldn't that be something! Plus, I can see something like this happening in the show.

But hey that's just a theory...

A TSAMS THEORY!

Thanks for reading!