#Wow! Is that a grammatically correct post?

[n0b0dyukn0w]

I get mean when I'm nervous, like a bad dog.

I get mean when I'm nervous, like a bad dog.

[boujiestpoet]

Oh...that's not

Summary: Lando starts dropping cryptic love messages in his instagram, getting fans excited until they discover who he is talking about, and he HARD luanches his new (not really new tho) girl.

Face Claim: THE ONE AND ONLY RYAN DESTINY

tw: racism (miscroagressions, taking inspiration by some types of fans when their white boy of the months starts dating a girl with a little bit of melanin)

THIS IS A REMINDER: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION I DON'T KNOW NONE OF THESE PEOPLE, AND THIS WORK DO NOT REPRESENT WHO THEY ARE

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landonorris

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landonorris: Feeling butterflies in my stomach

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username1: OMG

username25: Lando who wrote this

oscarpiastri Did you wrote that yourself mate?

↳ landonorris: you love to ruin moments?😂

↳ maxverstappen1 : obviously he didn't write it, we can read it so easily

↳ landonorris: 🙄

username809: He came to post something cute and got roasted instead

Amara_thepoet

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Amara_thepoet: Is official, I am officially in love

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Ayoedibiri: wow and I thought you were a raging homosexual

↳ Amara_thepoet: Point of correction I'm a raging pansexual, get it right

↳ Ayoedibiri: Sorry queen 😞

amaran1fan: So you are receiving pasta and lobsta

↳ Amara_thepoet: More like Sunday Roast and Shepard's Pie

username31: oh she's dating a British guy

sam💖: Wait....does that mean that that's her first boyfriend, she always said she was never in a relationship🤔

F1 news

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F1: Lando got spotted in London underground with an unknown face, holding hands, who is she? Are they in a relationship

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msnorris120: Not our boy Lando

username67: She is familiar.....OH MY GOD @charlesleclercboo IS THAT

↳ charleleclercboo: Omo is that our Nigerian sis

f1stan: OH my god Lando is dating a Sista?

username200: They look like bestie

↳ mrsnorris: Yes they look like platonic soulmates

↳ IUismywife: Be fucking forreal I never saw platonic soulmates staring at each other lips

username12: She is pretty, but is not who I imagined Lando to date

↳ f1stan: who were you expecting Lando to date?

↳ charlelerclecboo: you know damn well they will not answer

Username2024: Not people showing their true colors over a damn dating rumor😮‍💨

Hello so this is my first post in this account, please tell if there are grammatical mistakes, English is not my first language. I'm always eager to learn.

Taglist: @dutifullyannoyingfox

[laura1633]

Fic writer interview thank you for the tag @481boxboxbaby and @souvenir116

Tagging @saviour-of-lord and @ilyarozanove (not sure if you have been tagged already and no pressure if you don't like tag games!) and anyone else who wants to do this feel free to use this as your invite.

How many works do you have on AO3? 155 - Wow okay I don’t know how I ended up writing so many.

What's your total AO3 word count? 1,076,320

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 1. Preloved  2. Good Boy 3. A million times over 4. Weak 5. My Pretty Princess

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I try to respond to comments and I have gotten a lot better at it. If I have ever not responded it's because I have left it too late and then panic over whether it's still appropriate to respond!! I read all comments though, it’s the biggest motivator so thank you to everyone who leaves comments on fics, I appreciate you all <3

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending? Either ‘One last night’ or ‘Hitching a ride’ Both are open ended though. 

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?There are a lot that have happy endings but off the top of my head I will go with ‘A million times over’. It’s just an overall short cute one-shot.

Do you write crossovers? No

Have you ever received hate on a fic? If I have then I have forgotten about it because I can’t recall any hate coming in. I am sure there are plenty of people who hate my stories though, I’ve just been lucky they haven’t told me about it! 

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes I do and lots of it. Almost any kind. Dom/sub, pain play, tentacles, omegaverse, lots of kinks, nice soft sex, loss of virginity. I would definitely say varied!

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not stolen but hmmm I have seen something very close to what I have written. 

Have you ever had a fic translated? No, not that I have seen anyway. I have had people ask before but I am not sure if they ever actually translated them.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? No but I have spoken about it with @481boxboxbaby unfortunately I am disastrously disorganised so I don’t know if I should really inflict that on other people 😂 I do think it would be fun to have a fic with a set up and then multiple authors taking a chapter each to write the scenario from various drivers points of view. That would take a lot of organising though.

What's your all-time favorite ship? Lestappen

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?There are so many of them, I have a folder full of random wips that will likely never be finished. At the moment I am fighting my way to try and finish a cowboy Max au one shot, I have started it and deleted it soooo many times, I will finish it though, it’s just not clicking right now! 

What are your writing strengths? I guess maybe just having a certain level of creativity when it comes to coming up with ideas. That can also be my downfall because there are too many ideas pinging around for me to concentrate on one! 

What are your writing weaknesses? I always say that my writing style is more about a general vibe rather than it being grammatically correct 😬

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? I’ve personally never done it. I’d have to use google translate and I wouldn’t trust that it would read properly.

What was the first fandom you wrote for? F1

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?Charles/Oscar or Max/Rico Verhoeven. I will get around to writing them eventually

What's your favorite fic you've written? It’s probably recency bias but the fic I am writing and posting right now “Preloved” is probably my favourite. I think it's also super encouraging when people are commenting and enjoying the story so it has made the whole thing more enjoyable. I will definitely be writing some more multi chaptered fics going forward. Of the one shots maybe The Sweetest Deal because it plays into my love of babygirl Max.

[an-expected-journey-to-jeju]

Journal entry #10

Double posting? Wow, look at me go. The only reason for the double post is that it took me forever to finish the last one and this one needed to be its own entry

I'm officially done the semester! Yesterday and today I had my finals. Yesterday was the speaking test, which I'm not sure how it went. It was split into two parts: you had to read aloud a text and then answer questions to test comprehension, and then answer a question based on your experience. Then, you had to talk about a topic that you randomly chose. The first part went good, but the second part... I'm not so sure. I picked having to talk about a Korean holiday which was the one I didn't want to get. I did study it and wrote down sentences, but when put on the spot, I totally forgot what I even wanted to say. Honestly, I don't even know if what I said was even grammatically correct or made any sense.

Today was the rest of the tests: listening, writing, and reading. I think going to China really threw me out of the groove cause I was just so tired and done with everything that I didn't even want to try. Which kind of sucks, but when I'm in that mindset, it's hard for me, dare I say impossible, to get out of it. But now it's over!

I did also catch a cold which I guess doesn't really help. I woke up with a sore throat but I thought it would go away (it didn't), The first thing I checked though was my tonsils. I have a knack for catching tonsillitis, and the last time I was sick I had strep throat and the doctor said that I might have to remove my tonsils (which is a bitch to do when you're an adult I've heard). Fortunately they still look like deflated balloons and no tonsil stones. My nose is also congested and I have the sniffles. I have a tiny bit of a cough, but it's not too bad. I'll just continue taking medicine and drinking hot water.

[flowerslut]

shamefully despite how easily i am influenced i have not made my way through your ao3 catalogue. where would be a good starting point? (licking kink not required but always appreciated)

wow thanks for giving me an excuse to make a compilation of my (shorter) twilight fics that I want more people to read!!!!! ok ok so all my best favorite ones (minus call of the night. we are pretending call of the night does not exist, okay? dont think about it. dont even look at it) are my mid-length ones. now, first and foremost: I am an angst writer, and boy do I love to whump on alice and jasper, so in no particular order, you should read these fun little jalice fics while you wait for me to update roots over the next few weeks/months

North Star

rated: M words: 20,336 chapters: one-shot summary: "He’s the Eye of the South. The god of war. Master of battle and oracle of death. He’s not just the most dangerous weapon the world has ever seen, but he’s a man in love. And combining those two just makes this so much worse. Jasper sees a girl in his head, and he's afraid of what comes next."

thoughts: okay i lied, they are in a particular order. or at least this one is. this is my favorite twilight fic I've written (I think) and I got dramatic as fuck with it. written for jalice week back in 2021, the prompt was "power/ability swap" and you get exactly that: jasper is the psychic, alice is the empath, everything else is the same... or is it? this is also notably the first fic I ever sent to someone (g, obviously) to look over/give corrections to, so that might be why it has fewer stupid grammatical/sentence structure issues than most of my other stuff (minus roots). content warning for physical abuse, implied sexual assault, and mild sexual content. (also on ff.net)

The Almost Quiet

rated: T words: 10,365 chapters: one-shot summary: "He wants to blame loneliness, but maybe this is what was meant for him all along. A long road that leads to a depressing end. Longing after a girl he doesn’t know whose mind is lost."

thoughts: the last line of this fic is my personal favorite one I've written in recently memory! anyways this is an all-human AU, (sort of). in 1920, alice and jasper meet as humans and jasper's job gets much harder after that. this one is far from the best on this list, but it's entertaining, angsty, and has a satisfying ending imo. content warning for forced institutionalization and ableist language. (also on ff.net)

Déjà-rêvé

rated: T words: 6,551 chapters: one-shot summary: "It's nothing Alice had ever seen. It was no vision, no dream. It was only a possibility that had haunted the back of her mind like a nightmare for as long as she'd known what was out there for her to fear. Jasper had never known about this fear until it became their reality."

thoughts: this is the shortest one on this list, and since you like roots, you'll probably like this. its vaguely similar in that it's a whumpy post-breaking dawn AU, but this is only a snippet of an aftermath in which alice loses her power. wrote it for secret santa 2022 and had a BLAST with it. (if you want more whumpy one-shots my ao3 is chock full of whumptober prompts)

No Friend of Mine

rated: T words: 15,199 chapters: one-shot summary: "He contemplates telling Peter about Alice’s visits, but something holds him back from doing it. Perhaps because it doesn’t feel like Alice whenever she’s lying on his bedroom floor, curled in an old blanket that’s too small for him but perfectly sized for her, utterly still and silent even while awake. A part of him feels like it would be a betrayal to reveal this side of her to someone even as close to him as Peter is. After all, Peter is his friend. And Alice is… well, not."

thoughts: I think this fic is severely underrated, but maybe that's because I literally came up with the concept and wrote it over the course of a day and a half or something insane like that, and I think that for a hastily written secret santa gift from 2020, it holds up sooo well. it's an all-human AU where alice is the weird new girl, and like always, jasper is in way over his head. all the cullens get a role, it has the 'fluffiest' moments, and its faaaantastic. content warning for child abuse.

The Hunted

rated: T words: 26,664 chapters: 11 summary: "It's not so wise if you try to run."

thoughts: this one is the most self-indulgent (with the most questionable characterization tbh) based on g's post from 2019 that says 'twilight, but when bella slips away from jasper and goes to the ballet studio to meet james, he isn’t there. he waited until everyone split up in the airport, and then went for alice instead. in the ensuing chaos, while everyone is freaking out, victoria grabs bella.' this is the only one on the list I might take a look at in the future to rewrite chunks of, but it's great fun your honor. ignore what anyone else tells you about the ending. but make sure to keep this short sequel/epilogue handy, for... reasons. (also on ff.net)

A Loyal Wife

rated: M words: 21,930 chapters: 5 summary: "Alice is only a Lady because she was forced to be one. She much rather preferred being untitled. Just a constant in this strange family of women. Girls both grown and not, betrothed to the man who protects and spoils them. Quickly the newborns realize that Alice is more weapon than wife, and that suits her just fine."

thoughts: last but certainly not least is my attempt at 'jalice enemies-to-lovers' that I wrote over the course of two days while on vacation. this story has everything: southern wars, a marriage cult, weird power dynamics, and [checks notes] trying to seduce your enemy mid-fight. this is another one of my favorites, and maybe the messiest (affectionate) as far as story content goes (of course, minus roots). content warnings for sexual assault/dubious consent.

[neosatsuma]

Hiii! Regarding your post about the tgcf translation. The official translation was made by the person who did the popular fan translation, so there's not many differences between the two. Just some grammatical correction, etc :)

Oh WOW, good for them!! That seriously warms my heart -- getting paid for something you clearly enjoy doing so much that you'd already done it as a passion project!

A friend actually sent me some excerpts and I was able to compare directly with the fan copy I still had, and I do find the official translation to be a more enjoyable read. There are more synonyms, so the narration sounds less repetitive. There's also less of the passive voice, which is considered awkward in English prose. And you're right: the grammar and punctuation are improved as well! The dialogue, too, feels more natural, at least in the instances I was able to compare. I've got WAY too much to read right now without adding a 750k novel I've already consumed to the list, but... I just might do it 😂

[persepinas]

Thank you for your fic recs!! I'm thinking about creating an AO3 account so I can start posting but want to ask if you have any tips for anyone who hasn't posted to the site yet. What makes a fic stand out for you?

Oh wow? I’m so glad I could share the wonderful fics with you! We are so blessed in the IWTV fandkm because we have so many incredibly talented creative minds who are writing so many gorgeous fics.

I have a few tiny tips. This basically is all my own opinion okay? Okay.

Honestly, the title draws me in. The title and then a summary. But also if the summary is a part of the fic, I’m cool with it and then I check the tags.

I need things tagged. I need to know what’s happening. I need to know if there are triggers. I need to know what sort of sexual content if there is any. It’s important. Also pairings and characters.

Great presentation in formatting is so important. It stands out to me the moment I open that fic up. Paragraph break up. Grammatically correct. If you do a run in sentence though I personally don’t mind. I like to flow it all out when I write and so I often do have run ons. It’s my own thing. Also choose one tense and go with it. Don’t mix tenses. Also I do prefer third person point of view. That’s my go to. I only read a select few first person point of view and it has mainly been from my friends’ writings. I just really prefer third person pov.

I am always open to reading a fic. As long as these few things are available to me, I will read it.

I’m glad you’re going to venture into writing and posting on ao3! When you do, maybe you can message me what you write? :)

[retarded-faggot]

back (please read the whole thing im begging you)

uh, hi

yeah, i still exist lmao

so, i decided to actually open tumblr after about 2 years i believe

and, oh damn. none of the links in the theme i have on my blog are functional, and what the fuck was up with all the lavender i used back then? god, such a child, right?

yeah, well, if someone still tried to navigate there, im so sorry, i just hopped outta the fandom for a couple years. and social media. and life.

not to say i have it together even now, but ive decided to be a little more liberal with myself and indulge myself with this shit.

yeah, so, not sure how many people are reading this, but all the stuff i had in the previously pinned "welcome" message? fuck it.

here's a new intro :

hey, im shades <#3

1.

i was previously :

(oh wow. did the bulletins exist before because idfr and i cant find them)

la-fille-noire-13: okay, cringe asf, but hear me out. I was like, a dumb tween, okay? i was so fucking obsessed with miraculous that i decided to learn french on duolingo and shit. which is why my username was in french. honestly what's worse is that i had just started learning it, and tbf google translate sucks so i have no idea what i typed in, but i wanted it to be "the girl in black" and it came out to be "the black girl" which I didn't realise until a year into it. tbf louis-oui-baguette would have been better. please forgive me for that atrocity.

chaotic-fiwwe: set by a slightly more mature, slightly more recent me. it isnt really good, but it is what it is folks. this feature on the miraculous fanworks server allowed us to "owofy" words if i recall correctly. so i was "fiwwe" for a long time on that server. i decided to finally come out of my cringe asf early teenage phase after like, 2 years and change my username. but im nostalgic asf so the "fiwwe" stayed.

shades: well. here we are. this will likely get similar thoughts in the very near future (im already contemplating hating this because why not) but this was completely randomized and safe.

2.

oh yes, im still a minor, so stop flashing me, please. i mean, i know im hot, but im just not interested thanks. go post this shit on onlyfans or stuff.

but yes nsfw jokes i shall make because well. why not. (for those of you who read this and think, god, she's a minor, why the fuck should she know this? uhm, i believe we've all been through the lockdown, right? and we all know that what came out of the lockdown is not exactly an innocent generation, right?)

3.

also yes,i may be young but im not gen alpha tyvm, so i shall hate on gen alpha brainrot because i can (no genuine hate meant loves)

right, and, my vocabulary isnt as proficient as it was before so fuck grammar (but my perfectionist ass will try to make it almost 100% grammatically correct in terms of words. not punctuation, words. i write in my voice. )

4.

ive been in the mlb fandom since 2019, i think. i love it and i hate it because

the plot is good but the amount of cringe in seasons 1-2 is not

i got back in touch with the series and fandom like a week ago, but unfortunately i couldn't find anyone to really match my freak (wrt mlb) anymore

which is why im back here <3

5.

ive read kotlc, percy jackson, 39 clues, a few books of agatha christie, and..

uh

idfr lmao i dont even remember what i read in these books either. i have the memory of a goldfish

and yes a huge huge huge sabrina carpenter, taylor swift, eminem, billie eilish fan <3

6.

im honestly kinda fucked up but not messed up if ugwim. my jokes aren't always the best, my posts wont always be people pleasing anymore, and majorly, there will be no more "mlb update posts" anymore.

i will curse 90% of the time so if its an issue please leave <3

i will post when i want to, what i want to, how i want to. but ill tag them properly so nw

7.

im not at all academically dumb so i may post stuff roasting you dumbasses (but i dont mean it, we've all struggled <3)

feel free to tell me if i havent tagged shit properly but you cant tell me what not to post unless its like, completely inappropriate and violates tumblr terms.

lmao im delusional asf to think anyone would actually be bothered to read this much but this is me indulging myself so

see yall suckers <3

[syoish-aot]

My writing process:

draft 1 - aka "the roughest of rough drafts" - word vomit. don't edit a thing. don't read back a word of it. can't figure out how to connect two scenes WHO CARES! just keep writing. end the draft feeling like I've just reinvented god on paper

draft 2 - aka "crying because I thought this was good but it's actually the shittiest of shit" - initial editing. the worst part. sobbing over scenes not connecting. trying to fill plot holes. failing to fill plot holes. walking away from my computer until I have a brain blast all of a sudden and I slip into a 10 hour hype focused state in which I solve every problem until I'm looking down at the WIP like "wow I'm actually the best writer ever and I feel so sorry for everyone who isn't me. that must be rough." end it by coming up with a god tier chapter title

draft 3 - aka "i think i might be??? god herself????" - second edit. rave about the lines i wrote in draft 2 that were amazing. send too many screenshots to my friends (who probably don't care) and spam WIP snippets on social media. probably connect a few scenes here and there with some amazing foreshadowing that i figured out.

draft 4 - aka "don't tell me what to do" - either give it to my beta (if I have one) or turn on Grammarly to fix minor grammatical errors but spend half the time going "fuck you, i know it's not grammatically correct but it sounds good and I do what i want". normally threaten to never use Grammarly again at least 3 times because it tries to suck the personality out of my work fuck you AI you don't understand me

draft 5 - aka "just post it already dammit" read through it 2-3 more times and change very minor details because fear committing to a completed product. post it anyway.

Anyone else write like this?

[valeriefauxnom]

Hello! This is the anon who'd sent you a post about how you formatted your dialogue incorrectly. Only saw your reply now.

Sorry if I came off as overbearing or fussy. I'd read some of your author's notes about pointing out typos/grammatical errors, and thought mistakes with dialogue punctuation fell under that category. I do think dialogue punctuation is important and not just some niche rule, though, but maybe that's just me.

My bad! You clearly know what you're doing, I shouldn't have assumed things. Good luck with the rest of the fic!

(You don't have to reply to this ask)

Hey, it's no problem, and I don't mind at all! In turn, I hope I wasn't sounding petulant or the like. That one was just unfortunately a case of what I felt was disproportionate effort for the benefit though! I do continually edit little bits here and there, like just yesterday I fixed a random incomplete sentence that I dunno if it didn't copy+paste over right or what. But my more involved editing is more content-based, like how I went back to some of the earlier chapters and added/subtracted/changed a few things here and there in an attempt to make the story overall work better, since Scaling truly is just a wild ride of a passion project spiraled far beyond what I'd anticipated. Having to closely scan that many words to just change a uppercase to lowercase or vice-versa occasionally was just too daunting a task.

I'm a bit of a weird case in that I am indeed fussy and picky about the basics in writing, like knowing your 'its vs it's' and all that, as well as the general rules for writing things, but when it comes to more nitty-gritty stuff, I'm not as invested in looking for them or correcting, since I do rarely find value in breaking other rules + am probably breaking umpteen kajillion advanced grammar rules unknowingly to begin with.

While I don't think formatting dialogue as a general category is niche, the specifics of whether or not to capitalize, etc, after, as you described seemed to be, solely based on the rarity of which any of that was mentioned in my own frantic searching to see if my whole education was a lie. Granted, it might be a case of people who need to look up basic writing concepts needing the absolute basics taught to them, like 'wow! punctuation goes on the inside of the quotation marks!' or 'wow! each speaker needs their new paragraph!', but in a way that just reinforces the idea that the rules of split dialogue are more niche within the broad category.

Again, not trying to say what you're saying was incorrect, but just that that particular advice might be a bit more niche than you'd assumed! If I'd had that pointed out earlier, there would have been a good chance that I might have actually corrected that one, but it again really was just a case of '200k words later' compared to the point where I'd fix that.

That being said, thank you again for the advice and for reading Scaling! (Hopefully you don't dislike me replying, as I take the ' don't have to reply' as a reassurance, not a request!)

[nenilein]

WOW I suck at actually writing these when I say I would.

ANYWAY!

Blaze is a formidable opponent, but like. That won't stop me from trying to convince some more people to pay attention to our sleepy bug boy with the worst magical destiny imaginable!

So here it is. Commence the

SIG PROPAGANDA

It's impossible to convey all of Sig within the boundaries of a single tumblr post, but I will certainly try!

Heads up there ARE some spoilers for Puzzle Pop in this BUT they are only in the last chapter of this essay and are marked with a HUGE sign and plenty of space to turn around when the warning comes!

Chapter 1: The Psychology of Sig

So, the first thing you need to know about Sig is that things with him are rarely as they seem on first glance.

He's very popular among fans, both new and old, for his quiet, deadpan, laconic personality, which is often perceived as "cute", but you know what they say: "Silent waters run deep". And GOD is there ever depth to Sig's character.

Sig is introduced into the series as a transfer student in Puyo Puyo Fever 2. The game's manual immediately makes a big deal about all the mysteries surrounding him, such as his heterochromia, his demonic left arm and the fact that his soul tends to literally, visibly leave his body at times. But once you actually get to play the game, you find that Sig's own attitude seems more "tired" than actually mysterious:

He tends to fall asleep halfway through conversations, give very court, laconic answers that make it sound like he doesn't want to have a conversation at all, has a very flat emotional affect and low energy in general and as a result often seems disinterested, stoic and apathetic

-Puyo Puyo Tetris, Chapter 6

-Amitie about Sig in the novel "Sig's Secret", Chapter 2

That's the whole thing with Sig. He's like a stone wall that blocks all attempts to actually get to the heart of what is actually going on inside him. His means of self-expression are very low-key and subtle and it's often very hard to tell how he feels about a situation until he outright says it (which he often just doesn't do). The Japanese text expresses this creatively by reducing the way he uses grammar and vocabulary to the absolute basics: His way of speaking Japanese is entirely grammatically correct and valid, but he never says even one word more than he absolutely needs to say. This goes so far that he doesn't even have an official way of saying "I" in Japanese. He never says "Boku", "Watashi", "Ore", "Ware", "Jibun" or anything of that sort. The most he does is verbally gesturing into his own direction by saying "kocchi" which means "over here". This way, his speechstyle almost seems to hint at a diminished sense of self in a way; Sig seems to perceive the people around him more intensely than he perceives himself.

The one exception being when the topic is entomology, his one and only passion. He becomes significantly more verbose and outgoing when he gets to talk about insects and the science behind them.

-Puyo Puyo Quest, Arc 4, Chapter 1

-Puyo Puyo Drama CD Vol. 2, Track 1

As a result of all this, the general impression the people around Sig around him tend to get is that he doesn't really care about anything other than entomology (which, by the way, is extremely relatable to a lot of people on the autism spectrum. Heck knows, I got accused of "caring about anime and video games more than real people" a lot as a teenager.) But that isn't the whole story.

Any time his character is examined more closely it quickly becomes apparent that he actually cares intensely for the people around him and their well-being. He just has a hard time expressing it.

-Puyo Puyo Quest, Main Story, Arc 2, Chapter 1

-Puyo Puyo Tetris, Chapter 4

-Amitie, starting to realize she had a completely wrong read on Sig in "Sig Secret", Chapter 2

When taken under a closer microscope, Sig often seems almost more aware of what other people need than they themselves do, though he also tends to ignore his own needs (as long as those needs are unrelated to insects and/or sleeping). He has a history of being quiet about things that bother him just because he wants to avoid conflict, and tends to just walk away from any possible "waste of energy" rather than engaging with it, unless something or someone he cares about is directly at risk.

Amitie, thus, once again summed up how Sig's character is usually perceived within the Story Mode of Puyo Puyo Tetris 2:

...However, the keyword here is "seem".

Because, though he very successfully tries to hide it, the fact is that if there is one thing that can SERIOUSLY ruin Sig's day, it's forcing him to remember the unusual condition of his body and magical powers...

Chapter 2: The State of Sig

-Amitie asking Sig about his red arm in "Sig's Secret".

Character profiles of Sig often claim that "He doesn't pay any mind to how his arm and eye suddenly changed" when he transferred to Amitie's class.

Character profiles of Sig are LIARS. Sig is hiding it, but he very much does pay mind to the condition his body and magic have been in ever since he's transferred, and he hates it. It's just that his primary coping mechanism for dealing with things he hates is to ignore them. That is also why he rarely ever speaks to Lemres (whom he dislikes because he can sense Lemres' innate dark magic and it gives him the chills) or to Yu (whom he hates, because her humor and ghostly nature creep him out). Generally, a good litmus test for how comfortable Sig is with someone or something is how much he talks about them or it. And he avoid talking about his left arm whenever absolutely possible.

Fevavember 3rd, Sunny Class Duty: Sig One of my arms has been kinda weird lately. Doesn't hurt, though, so, whatever.

-Sig in the unlockable class journal in Puyo Puyo Fever 2

Sig: Oh, hello. Akuma: Ah, Sig, ma. Is your left hand still in this unusual state, ma? Sig: Yeah, no change. Think it's gonna stay like this forever now? Akuma: I do wonder. If at all possible, I wish to return it to normal, ma. Sig: Back to normal, huh? Akuma:It would not be an easy feat, ma. Sig: I'll give you some of my bugs if you put me back to normal. Akuma: I do not lack the will, ma. What I mean is, that healing your condition would require a special power. Sig: Do you think the victory medal will fix me, if I ask it? Akuma: Hm… That might not be enough, ma. You must wait for the right time, ma. Sig: Okay, that's fine.I'm already used to it anyway. Let's just Puyo battle.

-Puyo Puyo! 15th Anniversary, Akuma's Route

But, as seen above, that doesn't mean it doesn't actually bother him. He's just trying to distract himself from the fact that he currently hates his own body and is worried about how much further it might change.

He becomes somewhat more open about his condition to Amitie in particular after the events of "Sig's Secret" though, when the two promise to each other to keep an eye on it after an, ahem, incident, almost causes Sig to lose his soul to his demonic heritage.

- "Sig's Secret", Chapter 9

Thus, in Puyo Puyo Tetris 2, for the first time, Sig actually admits it when his magic is acting unusual, enabling Amitie and Raffina to step in in time and dispell the danger.

This is a sort of openness about his condition that Sig would never have shown before the events of the novel, when the only times he ever brought up his arm in this sort of way was in internal monologue, in thought-bubbles, secret from the other characters.

Like, this line in Puyo Puyo Fever 2 is mumbled so quietly that in context it is clear nobody except for Sig himself can actually hear it.

And this line happens in Puyo Puyo Quest, Arc 2, Chapter 4, which is set shortly after Fever 2. Sig thinks this after everyone else has already left the room.

You can tell that his connections to his classmates have slowly caused him to open up about his personal discomfort with his situation to the friends around him, little by little.

Unfortunately, this openness might ultimately not protect him from the very thing he's most afraid of, but I'll get to that in a spoiler section in the next chapter, which is...

Chapter 3: The Reasons for Sig

There's a lot one can say about Sig, even leaving all his lore aside, and in fact, I have already done so: In many ways he's just a normal kid who's a little on the eccentric side, but has many of the same wants and interests as other middle schoolers his age and, above all else, just wants to be allowed to live life at his own pace, surrounded by people and things he feels comfortable with. That is entirely what his Character Song, "Easygoing March" is about, in fact.

Unfortunately for him, you also can't really ignore his background lore when talking about him as a character, because Sig was unfortunate enough to be born into a situation he has absolutely no control over, but which is bound to eventually determine a huge part of his life regardless:

Namely, that he is the carrier of something known as the "Cyan Soul" and thus the reincarnation and descendant of a part of a once powerful demonic overlord known as the "Crimson Demon"

"The Tome of Sealing" In this book, a "monster" is sealed.  I pray that none will ever lift its seal. -To the people of the future land of Arka, written on this day that the Luneflowers bloomed. On a dreadfully boring day, I happened upon a merchant trying to sell this very book.  "This is quite the amazing tome," they said. "It can seal away souls. It is very simple to use as well. All you must do is open it." I found that story rather interesting. As I was still wondering whether it could be true or not, I was told the following: "Oh my, good Sir, be careful. If you were to drop the book and it fell open, your soul would end up inside!" I quickly acquired the book and consulted with my friends. Fortunately, I managed to gather all of my closest companions together. One of them then voiced an interesting thought to me: "Why don't we go to the castle where the "monster" all are speaking of lives? We should try to lock it away in this book." That idea made our all eyes sparkle with delight. It was not as if we were all convinced of the book's power yet, but rather we wanted to see the "monster" from the rumors with our own eyes. This is how our "monster extermination" began. The "monster" lived on its own, so it was quite easy for us to sneak into its castle. I still cannot stop my body from trembling whenever I remember the fear that gripped me when I first laid eyes upon the "monster". And along with that fear came the unstoppable excitement I felt in my chest when I thought of the idea that we could actually seal this creature away in the book, though I admittedly did not know what deeds it had done in its life. The "monster" loved books, and if the rumors we had heard were correct, it would always read before retiring for the night. We took our chance when it headed out of the room for a meal, and left this book, blank as it was on the inside, on the desk next to the window. With it, we left a note: "I found this book very interesting. Please, have a read." Then we hid outside, on the other side of the window, so we could escape at any time if necessary and waited for the creature to return. Would we really be able to seal away this "monster"?! Finally, the time that the "monster" would be sealed came.  Disappointingly, the moment came and passed without much fanfare.  The moment the "monster" laid eyes upon the note it picked up the tome and opened it without hesitating for even a moment. That was when a mysterious light rushed out and enveloped it.  And from within that blindingly bright light, a crimson soul emerged and was sucked into the book.  When the light vanished, there was a young boy standing there, who resembled the "monster" but not excessively so. It appeared that all the book had been able to seal was the "evil aspect of the soul". Fortunately, what remained of the monster's soul and the body that it dwelt in didn't appear to remember anything of its life before this moment. The boy just stood there, spacing out.  We all entered the castle once again and took the book without exchanging a single word with the boy. Then, we left. The boy, too, didn't pay our presence any mind.  I do not know what became of the boy after we left…

-"The Tome of Sealing", Puyo Puyo Fever 2, Library

The above text is part of an unlockable library book in Puyo Puyo Fever 2 and it is entirely confirmed by now that Sig is in fact the reincarnation and descendant of the "boy" mentioned in this text. Which means he inherited a huge amount of the demon lord's magic power and perhaps even some subconcious memories of their life. That is the reason why his hand mutated after he came to Primp Town (Where the Tome of Sealing is being kept). His body reacted violently to being brought into such close proximity to the other half of his soul.

Remember the demon soul I mentioned in Klug's essay a couple months back? Well, that soul is the other half of the Crimson Demon Sig descended from. And it has only one goal: To merge with Sig, assimilate him and return to their former state of being.

Doing so would almost certainly erase Sig's personality completely and for good.

This young, mild-mannered boy who wants nothing other than just to be allowed to live life at his own pace, his own way, is being forced to defend his right to even just exist. And he isn't even fully aware of it. That is why the novel "Sig's Secret" was such a terrifying experience for both, him and Amitie. He almost had his entire personality overwritten by his past life memories and would have "died" that way if Amitie hadn't managed to shake him awake in time.

That's the worst part: That assimilation by the Crimson Soul isn't even the only danger he faces, because his own magic has threatened to destroy his already fragile sense of self as well before.

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...It's happening again. Like, RIGHT now.

Sig made a mistake. ...And unfortunately that mistake was trying to use his magic, the powers he so much hates, for the sake of somebody else.

Having met Meena, a so-called "dream guide", a being that exists inside people's dreams without a corporeal form and realizes that said being was lonely, Sig decided to let Meena borrow his magic, for which he personally never had a good use, to allow Meena to materialize herself and the dreams she administrates into the physical world so she can play with all his other friends. He wanted to help. It was a pure act of kindness.

But unfortunately, doing so has caused the demonic power inside him to spill out yet again, and this time there is no simple antidote to stop it. Sig has lost control over his own soul again, and is in real, serious danger of being erased in favor of a version of the former personality of the Crimson Demon reconstructed from past-life memories again. We know that Amitie has the power to possibly stop it, but right now, this is the cliffhanger that story ends on.

That's the tragedy of the character. Sig doesn't need much. He never wanted much. He's just a kid who is happy as long as he is allowed to be comfortable in his own skin. But the more the series goes on, the more rarely he is given this luxury. He's forced to deal with a power and inheritance he never wanted and forced to fight for the simple right to even just exist and be himself - something that anyone deserves from birth.

That's what makes this character so fascinating that he's been dominating the Japanese character polls consistently since he was first introduced to the series. He's simple. He's adorable. We want to protect him. But it's getting more and more complicated to protect him, when the thing most dangerous to him is a past he never had any say in to begin with.

In conclusion: VOTE FOR SIG, BECAUSE HE DESERVES TO KNOW THAT HE IS VALID AND LOVED JUST AS HE IS. SCREW OFF, DEMON BLOOD!

Favorite Sega Character: Losers Bracket Round 9

[tj-crochets]

Hey y’all! My posts here are kind of sporadic and I post some about work and my health issues occasionally. If you want to see just the plushies (and occasional drawings or pictures of my dog), I do have an instagram! It’s tjcrochets and I post one picture every morning. It’s usually a bit behind my tumblr but it’s, uh, more focused? 

[nataliegoodman]

Poor Guy's Head Is Spinning is good and all, but have you heard of the riveting prequel: That's Disgusting

[grievedeeply]

Bess stands only 5'5", and has never suffered for it. Slim and lithe, she has the body of a dancer with the strength of a brute. Her chestnut locks sit at the top of her head with the rest shaved to the skin. It flows down the left side of her face a stops just below her shoulder in very gentle waves. Often she braids the front strands towards the back to keep all of it out of her face. With little turquoise and brown wooden beads that her father had carved for her when she first became a maiden.

She moves with all the grace of a prowling feline on the road and in the wilderness. Else she lopes in a relaxed gait adjusting her stride to keep pace with whichever companion she has at the time. Her soft features only harden in battle and though it may be subdued, her expression often reflects her thoughts, otherwise she keeps the subtle ghost of an amused smile, gentle as mist and sweet as honeysuckle.

Her blue-gray eyes often sparkle with a cleverness that encourages others to laugh tho she rarely jokes outright. Preferring to let you stumble into a grammical mistake, realize it, and try to stumble your way out and make a complete fool of yourself in the process. All while she blinks and smiles innocently at you. But she still laughs softly and teases lightly to ease your embarrassment.

If not for the alarmingly vast number of scars she bore from her head to her legs, she would have a neverending line of suitors. As it was her face was marred with a large streaked scar on her left cheek, a thin one catching the tail of her right eyebrow, and the gnarled tearing scar that led down and spread across the majority of her neck. It would take a thorough, close inspection to see that the scar on her chin was actually not part of the large one on her neck. It simply overlapped, as such it always looked awkward.

Her attire was simple, a sleeveless green tunic, and black trousers. Her armor made mostly of leather, with a sash of sky blue and gray embroidery that somehow matched her eyes. Her spear was an unusual sight in these parts but not unheard of. And she knew exactly how to use it. Moving like rapids in the spring, dancing across the battlefield, her thrusts strong and precise.

Kratos didn't know what to make of her at first. This strange, quiet, capable little woman. She seemed too young to be wandering the woods by herself hunting sadŕ. He would have left her to it if the same camp she was stalking did not also hold trapped wolves. He had promised to free any wolves he found after all.

Of course, that one camp was not the end. Naturally she enticed him to follow her to treasure troves and join her on monster hunts. With Atreus out searching for gaint souls, Kratos was rather bored after settling the biggest concerns around the nine realms with Freya. So he followed Bess.

i was asked to proof read, so join me in my thought process if you want to LOL

WOW! the descriptors you use here to describe her and her relationship with the world around her is soo good. i loooove how you describe everything so in detail. it really brings the character out of the screen imo

i don't really have any constructive criticism, but i do have one thing i noticed that i generally try to avoid when i write my own work. you used stumbled twice in the same sentence, which isn't a grammatical error at all, but it is something i try to not to because it bothers me LMFAO. instead of stumbled. i feel like the use of the same word in the sentence actually works for this paragraph though 🤔

setting up the story with kratos is just chefs kiss!! i love that.

something else i noticed was the "tho" and i'm assuming it was just a typo or autocorrect (i use tho out of writing a LOT lol). and there's nothing wrong with using it and other abbreviations while writing a rough draft, buuuut i would try to go back and correct those before posting

also also, don't be afraid of using semicolons or em dashes. i love using those things in my writing it makes me feel sophisticated lol

other than that, be sure to go back after writing and check grammatical errors/typos. i don't ever proof read my own stuff and i definitely should so im a hypocrite for saying this buuuut... definitely worth it

anyway, i really enjoyed this! keep it up :)

[bonefall]

I haven't conlanged in a while and fair warning that all my projects have fallen apart rather quickly, but I bet I could cobble together a grammar if you give me enough of a vocabulary to work with and a feel for how you want it to work

@aerial-jace

Sure! Feel free to take a crack at it!

I have three and a half posts on Clanmew so far, Pronouns and Threat Level, Counting and Measurements, its difference from Tribemew, and this really old one I did on Primrosepaw. The first two have "Vocab Roundups" at the bottom.

So far I've got a vibe that prefixes and suffixes should be a large part of the language, reflecting warrior names. In the Pronouns and Threat Level one there's an example of Tigerstar telling Bramblekit that he doesn't need to be so formal, correcting the pronoun for "Big Danger-ness" down to "Outsider-ness."

I've also been using 'sentence modifiers' if you think that's worth saving. There is no personal pronoun (I/me/myself) in Clanmew, so when someone says "Patrol," that means "I Patrol." If you just said "Toad," "Amam," that would mean something like, "I'm Toad." Add the suffix for -ness, -awang, and saying "Amamawang" would mean, "I am like a toad."

(This is because cats are very self-centered animals. It felt like it made sense that they'd assume every sentence is personal unless indicated otherwise.)

To emphasize that something belongs to yourself, you end the sentence with "Wrah," "Mine." "Amam wrah" = "My toad."

(funfact; amam is how i transcribed the sound of a common english toad lmao. Frog would be "Roeg")

Wholeness, "Ul," is also shaping up like a modifier that means, "That's it, this and this alone, I mean this sentence literally."

I'm thinking there should also be a "General Statement" sentence modifier. "Amam Yar" = "The Toad."

Perhaps there should be some sort of 'Sentence Prefix' to set the tone? Like "Ou! Amam!" = "Behold/Wow/Ah! Toad!"

Extra disorganized fragment thoughts;

When I make vocab I try to base it off onomatopoeia of the concept, how it would "sound" to the cats. Wraah is mimicking the sound of a cat being defensive over food. Pabpab, the word for a patrol, is the sound of pawsteps.

Past/current/future tense is in the length of the verb. Patrolled/Patrolling/Will Patrol = Pabpab/pabpa/pabp

I try to keep in mind the sorts of noises a cat can make, so there's a lot of As, Ws, and Ms. Very... yowl-y.

Lemmie make a "Vocab Roundup" below this cut to make it easier for you, I'll also add in some extra stuff. Just shout me out again if you need more vocab to work with.

Nouns

Territory = Upanna

Meal/Mouse = Woo

Alive Mouse = Wipip

Rat = Eek

Wood pigeon = Hoowoohoo (this is based on the song of a wood pigeon; I think it would also be cute if the Cats saw 'woo' in it and felt like wood pigeons were commenting on something being small or delicious)

Frog (common) = Roeg

Toad (common) = Amam

Boar = Wragyr

Whisker = Hussk

Claw = Kach

Fang = Koss

Moon = Shom

Star = Shai

Tiger = Gaor

Lion = Raor

Leopard = Saor

Kitten = Mew

Cat = Rriu

Clan Words (For describing cats)

Clanmate = Urriu

Cat of Other Clan/Loner = Rarriu

Rogue/Cat We Do Not Respect = Mwrriu

ShadowClan = Washa-Ulnyams

ThunderClan = Krraka-Ulnyams

SkyClan = Yaawrl-Ulnyams

WindClan = Hwoo-Ulnyams

RiverClan = Ssbass-Ulnyams

(Etymologically speaking, Clan words would come from the phrase, "Founder's Full Family," as each Clan began as several families who united to create a greater social unit. Feel free to change these if you find out a better way to phrase these in the next draft of Clanmew; especially if you can find a way to make these words seem 'old' grammatically)

Verbs

Compelled/Compelling/Will be compelled = Arrlur/Arrl/Arr (This is also used as 'must' or 'have to' or 'forced to be')

Contained/Contains/Future Contain = Grryrrg/grryrr/grry

Patrolled/Patrolling/Future Patrol = Pabpab/pabpa/pabp

Spoke/Speaking/Future Speak = Ababab/ababa/abab

Hunted/Hunting/Future Hunt = Akachka/akachk/akach

Washed/Washing/Future Wash = Mwlemlem/mwlem/mwl

Questions

Who = Yar

What = Bweh

When = Nyanam

Where = Upanssa

Why = Myarr

Others

Yes = Mwyr

No = Nyar

Plus/And = Om

Minus/Less = Nyo

Another/Again = Owar

For/In service of = Pos

Will/Is Going To = Ya

(Dismissive, moving on) well, ok, all right = Pff

Beginning = Prra

Quarter = Warl

Half = Yosh

Three Quarters = Ark

Entire = Ul

Denominator Words

2 to 4 = Arra = Amount

5 = Rarra = Clan Amount

9 = Pabparra = Patrol Amount

12 = Husskarra = Whisker Amount

30-ish = Shomarra = Moon Amount

Pronouns (Format: Their/You)

Wi/Wees The softest, weakest possible way to refer to a person... used exclusively for babies, and prey. "Mousebrain" is either Wiwoo (them-mousemind) or Weeswoo (you-mousemind).

Nya/Nyams For family and closeness, moreso than a Clanmate or a friend.

Pyrr/Pyrrs Apprentices, medicine cats, elders, exhausted warriors, and other non-combatants, but also for friends.

Urr/Urrs A capable clanmate, carries an implication that they are able to hunt or fight at the described moment.

Rarr/Rarrs Cats of other Clans, respected loners, powerful animals

Mwrr/Mwrrs Rogues, aggressive beasts, codeless agents

Ssar/Ssas Leaders of other Clans, forces of nature

i wonder if someone could learn to speak clanmew, or at least read and understand it, given that all these words are all usually pronounceable sounds. time to add that to the list of fictional languages i want to learn! /j

I tend to sound out the words before putting them down, exactly so that you can at least 'mimic' them with a thick human accent. I really need to put down a pronunciation guide somewhere-- the biggest difference is that there are a few R, S, and Y noises

R = Normal R (R as in Red) Double rr = Rolled R (Like a cat Mrrp)

S = Normal S (S as in Snake) Ss = Hissed S (Press tongue flat touching both sides of top teeth, blow air through side of mouth.) Sh = Shush sound (Sh as in Shore) Y = "Ya" (Open mouth, as in Y'all) Yy = "Yrr" (Closed mouth, same tongue movement as Ss, like a cat grumble)

The real obstacle you'd face is that, sadly, I am no linguist! I make up the words as I go and don't know enough about actual construction of spoken language to make one that can actually be conversational.

Currently, Clanmew isn't like Lapine from Watership Down, where you can actually learn how to have simple conversations because a bunch of nerds (affectionate) put together language lessons on it. Maybe someday though...

[fanficsrusz]

POWER - Henry Cavill Smut

Warnings: Smut.

Pairing: Y/n x Henry cavill

Summary: Y/n's plan to seduce Henry backfires but in a wondrous way.

Word Cound: 7.7k

A/N: Its been a while since I've posted anything and I feel a little nervous 😅. However I've missed the thrill of creating a world all of my own. I also apologise for any spelling/grammatical mistakes. I havent edited anything for a long time so yeahhh. 

Please comment/reblog if you enjoyed ❤️

"You're drunk" 

The accusation, issued through Henry's teeth, was an angered hiss and Henry's reaction was everything that Y/n could have wished for… And more. 

Y/n forced a little hiccup, feeling it bubble its way through her body before it made its escape out of her mouth, and almost laughed at the thin set of lips across from her that stayed in a straight line. 

He looked positively prim - just like he always did. 

"No-" she defended, "-I'm happy". The correction came with a sly smile, her upper body leaning towards him across the bar, her inner amusement increasing as she watched his body stiffen in annoyance.

 Henry was keeping a distance between their bodies, as if he thought her intoxication may be infectious. 

The hold he quickly took to her waist was more of a brace rather than an intention as she swayed forward and then backwards. 

"Don't you want me to be happy, Henry?" 

Y/n pouted, tilting her head back and looking at him with what she hoped would be a sultry invitation. She laughed, a bold, wicked sound that drew a few glances from others in the bar. Henry stared stiffly over her head, swallowing the lump in his throat that had seemed to form as he grew more irritated with the woman's involuntary outbursts. 

 "For God's sake, Y/n, control yourself", he whispered tightly. 

Was he embarrassed by her lack of inhibition? No. It was quite the opposite. He felt… lost. As if he had no idea how to act in the situation he had found himself in. 

It was normal for him, the playboy, to taunt her with his fancy words, to distract her with his sinfully dark looks and honeyed phrases, but turn the tables and he wasn't quite so poised himself and Y/n felt a delicious thrill of power at the knowledge that she had him off balance. 

She deliberately let herself go  limp in his arms, and, when his grip relaxed in relief at the stability her body found, she quickly slipped under his guard, pressing the entirety of her body sinfully against him. 

Her tactics immediately threatened to backfire as Henry's coldly rigid body seemed to be generating an incredible amount of heat and that in itself was enough for her to lose focus of her goal. 

She rested her check against his chest and willed away her trembling response even as she measured his annoyance by the wildly uneven thump of his heart. 

"You'll regret this tomorrow," he told her sternly, his hands tightening painfully on her waist.

"'Why in hell did you drink all that champagne? Do you want to make a total fool of yourself, jeopardise a deal with Dere-?" 

"Rubbish. Derek thought I was as graceful as ever; he told me so," y/n said airily, thinking that it was too late to regret drinking at a business meeting with her boss and other potential clients. 

Y/n moved steadily in his arms to prove it, brushing her breasts against his chest, hoping that the crushed velvet of her dress would hide the multitude of her sins that had seemed to accumulate quickly throughout the night and not to mention the past year that she had worked beside Henry, every single dirty thought she ever had about him portraying itself as nothing more than a red stain upon her cheeks and chest. 

She had never been sinful before, always a dutiful daughter, just as she had later been a faithful business partner to Henry but there was only so much a woman could take before she had to take drastic measures. Now she was neither a daughter nor a business partner. She was Y/n Y/l/n. Herself. A woman before anything else and more specifically a woman with needs. 

"You're the only one who thought I was wrong for declining the partnership" , she drawled mockingly, too caught up in her reckless self-absorption to monitor his surfacing awareness. "Chill out, Henry. If you can't fix it with a snap of your fingers, you might as well lie back and enjoy the open bar…" 

The thud of his heart had settled down to a swift, arrhythmic beat that set up a sympathetic vibration throughout her body from her scalp to the soles of her restless feet.

There was a small pause as he manoeuvred her pliant body away from another couple that wanted to get to the bar. Then he tilted his head to look down at her.

 "Chill out?" Amusement leaked through his iron control as he suppressed the grin he held in tight. " wow- I never thought I'd hear street-slang from that elegant, business-lady mouth of yours…". 

For a second Y/n gulped, thinking she had lost all control of the situation that she had perfectly built up all evening but then Y/n moved dreamily against him, fully immersed in her ideal scenario. 

She linked her arms round his back and arched her neck slightly so that she could see his expression. 

"But I'm not a lady tonight, Henry, I'm a woman," she said huskily.

 "Should I lie back and enjoy that too?" he enquired cynically. 

That conjured up indecent images that for a moment left Y/n shocked, breathless even and if it wasn't for the distant sound of a glass breaking somewhere in the bar then she would have stayed in her trance like manner. 

Her lips parted as she tried to say something sophisticated in response but she couldn't think of a thing and for a moment she feared that she had lost the edge. Y/n bit her lower lip and suddenly he had control over her again, his voice rough with threat, as he gave her a small shake.

"Behave yourself, Y/n. Stop being so fucking provocative. You should go home" 

"I'm not ready to go home yet" she mewled, eyes darting over to the dance floor that served as a pick up ground. 

Henry sighed, his eyes following her gaze

"One dance, that's all you get. Then I'm getting you out of here before you start leaping onto table-tops and doing the can-can!" 

"What a killjoy you're turning out to be, Henry" with fresh fury, she suddenly spun out of his arms and danced freely for a few moments before cutting mischievously in on another couple. Soon Henry was glaring murderously over the shoulder of a blonde woman while Y/n languished in the sweaty grasp of a nervous young man who was very aware of the hovering blue-eyed menace.

 When Henry cut back in a short time later, Y/n was relinquished with ill concealed relief. 

"You're playing with fire, Y/n" , Henry warned, his firm hand taking hold of her again. This time he held her so captively close that she could feel the lines of his suit being imprinted on her velvet dress. 

She had the feeling that if he had been able to shackle both her wrists behind her back without attracting attention he would. He wanted to cage her, tame her, but tonight, surrounded by the security of a crowd, she was determined to be untamable, just to see how far she could push him. 

"Mmmm, I know, and I feel so gloriously toasty and warm," she murmured wickedly, waggling her eyebrows at a passing male. 

Henry swore under his breath and pulled her flirtatious eyes away from any male that passed by capturing her gaze before she could perform some similar impropriety. He quickly brought his own hand to his mouth to mask his aggression in the pretence of courtesy. She had been right about the shackling. 

"You're drunk", he repeated raggedly, more as if he was telling himself than her. She rather liked the hint of desperation that seeped into every word he spoke. It was almost as satisfying as having him grovel at her feet. 

Y/n laughed, a sensuous 'cat-with-the-cream' look of satisfaction on her face as she widened her eyes and purred, "But not incapable, darling…".

She tamed a deliberate misstep as she spoke so that her leg slid caressingly between his thighs as they turned. 

Henry almost stumbled as she lifted her knee, briefly applying the pivoting pressure of her thigh firmly to the juncture of his. Her provocation had an immediate effect and she drew back instantly, finally aware that her teasing had gone too far. But it was too late. Henry had reached the end of his tether. 

"Fine -" he seethed, "-we'll do this the hard way then" 

Five minutes later Y/n  was belted roughly into the passenger-seat of her own car. 

" I'm perfectly fit to drive, Henry" she raged at the man who slid angrily behind the steering wheel before inserting her keys into the ignition. 

"I'm as sober as you are!"

" For your sake, I hope that's a lie, Y/n". 

His voice was nothing but a growl and y/n felt the shiver that started in her groin slowly rise up through her spine. 

"But if it is true then maybe you've done me a favour. If you were teasing me deliberately I don't have to feel guilty for what I'm about to do." his eyes stayed focused on whatever he was staring at, his fists curling tightly around the steering wheel until his knuckles turned pale. 

"Do?" Y/n asked faintly as the car sprang into motion with far more power than she ever managed to coax from under the unimpressive bonnet.

"Did you think I would calmly walk away like an obedient lap-dog when you got tired of your little game ?"

 "I...I... didn't think-" she began to splutter. 

"No? Just instinct, was it? Trap the beast, then rattle his cage until he howls? Wasn't that your goal?" 

"Henry!" 

He hadn't looked at her since they had got in the car, driving with a narrow-eyed concentration, but now he slipped a grim sideways glance at her shocked expression and what he saw there seemed to ease his ferocious tension but the wolfish twitch of his mouth wasn't reassuring

"You did, didn't you? You really thought I'd let you get away with it. You didn't think I'd have the guts to drag you kicking and screaming out of there" 

Y/n swallowed the dry lump in her throat. She had definitely underestimated her victim and definitely forgot to plan this far ahead. 

"'I wasn't kicking and screaming," she protested weakly, avoiding the obvious answers he wanted.

 "Not on the outside maybe. But your innocent act never did cut any ice with me" Henry's eyes glanced over at Y/n

Y/n clenched her fists tightly, until her nails dug into the palm of her hand, but she barely noticed. The only thing she was really aware of, was the sound of her heart throbbing against the cage of her chest. 

It wasn't until she looked up into the rear view mirror, that she noticed she had been biting her lip so much so that they were almost as red as the lipstick that had wiped off hours ago. 

"Scared, Y/n?" Henry jeered softly as she swallowed again, this time audibly. "You should be." he said lowly

"What about your own car?" she began weakly, hoping that practicalities might prevail where argument hadn't. 

"I'll pick it up tomorrow." Y/n went quiet. This fantasy was easier to plot when she didn't have to concentrate on parrying his verbal thrusts and she tried to calm her nervous actions with whatever had made her think that she could best him at his own game. 

She wished she were drunk but all she could do was hope that the drive would cool down that scorched male pride. All she could do momentarily was create another plan. 

When they would finally get back to her apartment building she would placate him, contrive to convince him that it had all been a silly mistake. For all his threatening manner, she knew instinctively that he wouldn't use violence to enforce his threats. He didn't have to... all he had to do to seduce her was to take her in his arms and then she would be at his mercy. But once she had bolted her door on him she would be safe from her own wicked urges. 

He could rage and huff and puff all he liked but he wouldn't be able to get in. The irony was rather quaint. All the security locks that he had insisted she have installed on her doors and windows when he first found out she lived alone in a not so friendly neighbourhood would ensure that her virtue remained unassailable - well for tonight at least. 

Y/n had almost convinced herself that she had already outwitted him when she noticed the unfamiliarity of their route.

"This isn't the way to my home!" 

He ignored her. The moving light thrown by the passing street-lights illuminated his shadowed expression. It was a hard mask of satisfaction.

 "Dammit, Henry, where are you taking me?" 

"I told you. Home." 

"This isn't where I live." 

"I never said I would take you to your home. I simply said 'home'. It's not my fault that you assumed I meant your home." 

Henry turned into a steep, dark, curving driveway that seemed to drop away directly into the deep black glitter of a Lake that Y/n didn't even know existed in the area. 

 Y/n's heart was in her mouth as the car swooped towards the water, but when they reached the lower curve into darkness, security lights suddenly flickered on and she saw the brick paved courtyard clearly for an instant before the car was swallowed by the lower level of the house.

The garage door closed automatically after them, and for a moment after Henry cut the engine, the only sound in the softly lit enclosed space was the faint ringing echo of the metal door. Y/n was irresistibly reminded of the metallic springing of a trap. One that she had baited herself into.

"Welcome home, Y/n." Henry leaned towards her and she flinched, but he was merely flicking open her seatbelt.

She couldn't see him smile but she could hear the amusement in his voice as he continued, "No, not here in the car. I'm not so crude as to take up your generous invitation without due ceremony and at least a few comforts." 

Henry leaned even further, reaching across her to push open her door, this time dragging his arm deliberately against her rapidly rising breasts as he withdrew. 

"Get out. I'd prefer to go inside" he purred dangerously, pointedly placing her car keys out of reach in the inside pocket of his jacket.  

" but If you can't restrain your wild passion and don't mind a little discomfort I'm quite ready and willing to make love to you against the dashboard" 

Y/n was up and out of the car with as much alacrity as her fumbling apprehension would allow. His mocking laugh as he followed suit had her searching for the door, but he was there before her, opening it with a flourish and a small bow.

" After you. " 

All the way up the narrow, spotlight staircase, Y/n was aware of the movement of her hips and legs, the breathless difficulty in her chest and, most of all, the steady, inexorable masculine tread that stalked her. 

The room at the top of the stairs was shrouded in darkness, relieved by vague glimmering white shapes that made her gasp. 

"Afraid of ghosts, too, Y/n? What a timid little thing you're turning out to be…". The murmured words smoked across the small area of vulnerable skin between her shoulder-blades, exposed by the discreet scoop of her gown, whispering across her sensitised nerves. There was a faint click and the room sprang into light. 

The white shapes were sheets, draped over bulky objects. 

Even the floor was covered by a dark green sheet, and the reason was obvious. The walls were stripped and primed, but had not yet had their first coat. 

They were in the kitchen, Y/n guessed from the positioning of the shrouded fittings. Scattered about were cans of paint and rolls of wallpaper, brushes soaking in paint and the odd ladder or two. The only ghosts here were those of the tradesmen. 

Yet,  Y/n's heart continued to flutter with a deliciously disconcerting fear, an excited apprehension.

 Without a word Henry took her by the elbow and ushered her impatiently through several more similarly dust-shrouded rooms with the unswerving instinct of a guided missile, not bothering to turn on any more lights. 

The place seemed huge, and as silent and brooding as the explosively primed man beside her.

 "You-you're redecorating!" Y/n grabbed at the chance to divert him from his relentless intention. Honestly it surprised her that she had known him for so long and yet had never seen his home, he didn't even talk of it much. 

Henry didn't answer and she fell quiet. 

He let her resistance slow him but he didn't let his grip ease. He had already been taken by surprise once too often that night.

"Have you been feeling hunted, Y/n?" Her answer was in her uneasy sidelong look. He smiled secretively. "Now you know how I felt this evening: like the helpless prey to your brazen huntress…" Y/n flushed, her whole body heating at his words. She had been brazen, utterly so, and she had enjoyed it far too obviously to try to deny it now. 

Henry let her dwell on her folly for a moment before he murmured, "The answer to your question is…" his slow smile drew out the suspense for a wickedly long second "...perhaps." 

His eyelids drooped, not quite hiding the predatory gleam that smouldered in the darkness. He was still very, very angry and he wanted her to know it.

  "Certainly it turned out to be very convenient for you…"

 His free hand came up under her other elbow and he stepped around to face her, forcing her backwards and into the realisation that while he had held her enmeshed with his equivocating words he had been slowly backing her to the wall.

"I'm no one's convenience," she spat, determined not to see the effect his calculated menace was having on her already chaotic nervous system.

"You have to admit you qualify in one or two forms of the dictionary meaning, Y/n," he drawled, driven to foment her the way that she had tormented him. "You're certainly suitable for my purposes and needs and you're close by... but no, I don't suppose you could be considered "easy to use"...

The fear that had inhibited her flared into an open temper at his overt mockery. 

"If you think I'll let you-" "-Challenging me, y/n?" he interrupted softly, and watched her hesitate as she realised the certain consequences of goading him from her very vulnerable position.

"Actually," he continued almost kindly, "it's a little late for second thoughts. You've led me this far with your little game. Now it's time to pay the piper…" He dipped his head and to her tingling shock bit her gently on the side of her satiny throat. She reared back, but there was nowhere to go, no escape that didn't involve going through that broad-shouldered, lean-hipped wall of male arrogance!

"led you! You're the one who practically kidnapped me" She was appalled to hear the breathy lightness in her words when she had meant them to be firm. 

"Mmm. Exciting, isn't it?" He bit the other side of her throat. "Just think how thoroughly helpless you are right at this minute. You're in a strange house, while I know every nook and cranny. All the exits are deadlocked. Even if you ran, where would you run to? I'm stronger than you are. bigger, harder, faster. You can't get away, no matter how hard you try. I can do anything I want with you. And there's nothing you can do about it, except…" 

" Except what?" The mouth skimming her throat was having as violent an effect as his taunting words, arousing the deeply buried desires that she had tried to deny. 

" accept what you caused" She felt the curve of his lips against her smooth skin, heard the amusement in the sensuous rumble.

 He was laughing at her. 

He wasn't content with merely seducing her. No, he wanted to humiliate her, too.

Sudden panic struck and with a fierce surge of strength she shoved at his solid chest. To both their surprise, he staggered back, far enough for her to dart away. With a roaring curse he gave chase.

Y/n's heart hammered as she scuttled from the safety of one covered piece of furniture to the next. She froze, listening for the direction of his pursuit, but Henry had also stilled. He was out there somewhere, crouched and aware, listening, just as she was, waiting to pounce. Her skin prickled hotly and she could feel the blood pulsing heavily through her veins. Y/n shivered with a strangely febrile excitement. She peered around what appeared to be a small table and saw a graduation of the blackness - A doorway!, 

Taking a deep breath, she took to a low crouch and ran for it. As she did so she felt a rush of air as close as a blow and a throaty growl. He had only just missed her! She couldn't help letting out a little scream as she abandoned stealth and bolted, darting breathlessly to the darkened room.

Henry was never far behind and at first she was grateful that he didn't switch on the lights, the better to find her, but as his taunting laughter infiltrated the night she realised that he was revelling in the chase...and so was she! 

Her inner certainty that Henry would never physically hurt her, even in genuine rage, gave an added piquancy to the situation. 

She had challenged him in the most clemental way possible and he was responding in a way that was as different and exciting as he was. 

The panic which had precipitated her flight became a delicious terror as the teasing game of hide-and-seek continued. 

Sexual tension flourished in the shrouded silence like a living thing. He was no longer in a hurry to catch her, whispering silky-voiced threats into the night that curled her toes and dampened her palms, describing in sensual detail what was going to happen when he found her.

 It didn't take Y/n very long to break. When Henry suddenly went quiet her imagination ran riot. She pressed herself even more tightly against the reassuring solidarity of what appeared to be a sideboard and quavered, "Henry?". 

There was no answer and she tried hard to sound convincingly calm. 

"Henry, this is ridiculous. Why don't you turn on the light and we'll talk about it sensibly?" Sensible was the last thing she felt but she couldn't stand the waiting no longer. 

Y/n was just close enough to the edge of her self control to try shameless grovelling.

" All right, so I acted foolishly this evening. Now you've got your revenge and now we're even aren't we?" 

Silence 

"okay fine , yes, I admit it!" she cried. "I pretended to be drunk to tease you but…" 

Silence,

"I did it because... because I didn't expect you to respond." And may God not strike her down for that awful lie!

 "I wanted to annoy you, that's all. It was wrong of me. Childish. I'm sorry. I just wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine. You always seem to have this - control over me. I just wanted to get under your skin for once."

Silence 

"Henry? Henry!' Her placatory tone slipped badly. 

" Fuck!, stop it. Henry, this isn't funny anymore!"

A soft chuckle floated out of the darkness. Y/n was too disorientated to guess its direction and she whirled a full circle. 

" I'm not playing your stupid game any more, Henry, so you may as well come out. I won't try and run away again. I promise."

Silence. 

Y/n began to tremble, not from fear but from helpless desire. Dammit, why didn't he come out and finish what she had started already. There was a soft sound to her left, a tiny echoing click that acted like a trigger on her taut nerves, catapulting her automatically to the other wall of the room, where she backed hastily between two tented objects that provided her with a solid sense of security. A false sense, she discovered, when a hand suddenly whipped across her mouth from behind, smothering her scream.

 "So much for your promises, Y/n," came the clipped murmur in her ear. "That was only my cuff-link. You ran straight into my arms."

 The hand across her mouth tightened as she tried to protest, and an arm lashed around her waist, drawing her back against a hard, familiar body. He hadn't lied in his silken whispers. He was just as aroused as she was by their foolish game. 

She stood there for a moment, her head against his shoulder, trembling and breathless. She tried to speak and tasted the sweat of his palm. Instead of dropping his hand he trailed it deliberately across her lips, his fingers curving into her parted mouth, stroking the inner surface of her mouth and fondling her tongue with an intimacy that was far more shocking than any explicit sexual caress.

Her heart thundered in her breast as he softly probed her moistness, scaling the breath from her lungs, as he whispered, "Do you like this, Y/n? Your mouth is like wet satin, wrapping around my fingers. Use your tongue, tell me if you like the taste of me…" The sheer intoxication of his husky plea made her moan and he quickly let his hand drop. 

"Am I hurting you?"

 She couldn't answer and his hand continued to fall, until it settled on the firm roundness of her left breast, his palm cupping her, feeling the pounding tumult within.

" You...frighten me," she managed to say, her taste buds tingling with each word, drowning in the full flavour of him. 

"This isn't fright, Y/n…" His hand tightened and then released, to flatten and move against her in soft rotation, compressing the flesh in a way that made her tremble even more. 

"This is excitement. You wanted to be caught, didn't you? You're as curious about me as I am about you, only you wouldn't let yourself admit it. Tell me now if this is not what you want, Y/n, because from here on in I can't guarantee my control…"

As he issued his rough command his hand moved to explore her other breast. The hand around her waist strayed, fingers splaying against her velvet belly, digging into her softness, reaching for the ache that was forming in the pit of her stomach. His mouth was moving against her shining cap of hair, seeking the sensitive hollows at the nape of her neck. 

 He was handing control to her because she made him feel wildly out of control. She had never driven a man so wild with desire that he didn't know what he was doing...

"Henry, God, -" 

"don't say no, Y/n. Not now." He spun her tightly in his arms and she made a discovery that drenched her with sensuous delight. 

"Your clothes…" 

He had taken off his jacket and tie some time during his dark pursuit and unbuttoned his shirt so that it hung free from his broad shoulders. The hands that she had placed against his chest met with bare skin- hot, damp, satiny skin covered with thick, soft hair. His heart was almost leaping from his chest and he shuddered as she pressed her palm harder against him, marveling at the strength and power rippling beneath the skin.

"I got hot, chasing you," he said.  "I still am. Wanting you makes me that way. Hot and so ready that I can hardly stand!" 

He made a subtle movement with his hips and groaned as he brushed against the thick velvet folds of her dress. She felt a fresh moisture break out on his skin and in an instinctive gesture of acceptance leaned forward to nuzzle it from his chest, her mouth inadvertently brushing against one of his large, flat nipples in his nest of hair.

He made a choking sound in his throat, arching back to give her free access to his upper body and in the process ground his swollen hardness against the juncture of her thighs

"do it" 

Y/n barely heard his ragged plea. Henry was so exquisitely responsive to every tiny movement she made, even to the very breath from her lips upon his skin, that he was soon deep in the toils of a dreamy delirium. 

She  wasn't aware of the rip he made in the back of her dress when his shaking hands wrenched the zip down, only of the molten sensuality of his gaze as he steered her into a shaft of light near the window and studied her breasts. nestled in their cups of pure white lace. 

"Did you wear this for me?" he asked thickly, roughly tracing the outline of the lace across the curving swells. "Did you want me to take off your dress tonight, Y/n? To admire you like this?" 

 His arousal was so flatteringly intense that she couldn't deny him the truth.

 "Yes…" 

She closed her eyes, gasping as she felt the stroke of his thumbs across the seams, finding the rigid tips that were evidence of her own desire. He made a sound and she felt him kneel to pull her velvet gown over her hips, revealing the white panties and suspender belt in the same simple lace design as the bra, demure yet sexy in their essential femininity.

 He made another sound, this time deep and guttural, his hands running up the backs of her thighs, pulling them closer and parting them slightly. 

She opened her eyes, clutching at his naked shoulders as he moved his mouth hotly against the lacy front panel of her panties and pressed a string of kisses from the soft skin at the tops of her stockings to the deep, frantic pulse at the hollow of her hip. 

Y/n could feel the cool air along her pussy as warmth settled there. Rough hands sent a shiver through her body as they ran the length of her thighs, kneading her ass before finding their way back to her pussy, and pushing her panties to the side  for a better look at what she had to offer. Y/n shook and he purred in approval of her reaction.

Henry pressed forward until Y/n felt his lips along her folds, teasing her before delving deeper. Y/n gasped at the first taste, the tip of his tongue poking at her entrance, her arousal spilling forth. Henry ran the length of her pussy until he flicked her clit, the twitch it brought forth made him snicker into her skin. He dragged his tongue along her clit again, grazing it over and over as her pelvis flinched unwillingly.

“shit,” she hissed, trying not to moan though it felt so good.

Y/n clung onto his shoulders, the buzz she felt in her stomach coming closer to finding its release. Her thighs trembled as he grew more persistent, his tongue agile as it drew forth an orgasm but just before she could relish in the exquisite feeling, he pulled away. It had been almost a year since you had been pleasured by anything other than her own hands and this was starting to drive her mad. 

The sight of his dark head moving against her and the sensations he was creating made her cry out in helpless need and he looked up, a dark blush crossing his face when he saw her starlit expression. 

He stood and kissed her on the mouth until they were both breathless. Then, still holding her, he reached behind him, dragging the sheet off the nearest object.

It was a smooth, polished mahogany dining table, it's dark surface reflecting the muted lights from the moon.

Y/n imagined him laying her down on that smooth hardness and leaning over her, feeling the melting pleasure of his touch. 

Henry turned her, pressing her hips against the carved mahogany edge.

"I've never made love on a table before," she whispered raggedly, hoping that she wouldn't disappoint him with her relative inexperience. No doubt he was used to women who were terribly adventurous and sexually sophisticated. She thrusted the jealous thought away and linked her arms around his neck, reminding herself that she could make him shake with passionate need. She could make up with enthusiasm for what she lacked in experience and he would never know the difference. 

He stilled and she was afraid that she had destroyed the moment with her naive little confidence. Henry lifted his head and looked at the table behind her. Then he stopped and swept her off her feet, lifting her into his strong arms.

 "No, not here," he said hoarsely. "The first time should be in a bed.." He began to move with Y/n in his arms and she turned her hot face against his broad chest, adoring him for caring enough to make this exactly right for them. 

"I don't want to wait." She told him shyly of her need and his arms tightened, the muscles of his shoulders and neck bunching into prominence as his stride quickened.

 "You won't have to." He turned into another doorway, dipping an elbow against the wall until twin lamps glowed, their light filtered into a soft, golden delicacy by the cloths that swathed them. 

Henry didn't let her go as he removed the covering over the bed and stripped back the dark feather quilt. When he finally put her down it was on to crisp white sheets that released a lavender fragrance to mingle with the heated scent of arousal that perfumed their bodies.

Henry stood by the bedside, looking down at her. Then he spread his hands, revealing the light tremor that shook his hand ever so gently. 

 "Look what you do to me. You make me weak. No one has ever had that effect on me"  Y/n reached out a hand and touched his trident stomach. 

"You're the strongest man I know," her hand ran down his stomach and over the muscle underneath as she moved down to his belt. She tugged at it gently

"I want you" she purred. 

The knowledge of their mutual desire flared in his hungry eyes, hardening the planes and angles of his face until it looked as rigid as his body under her exploring hand. He caught her wrist before she would have touched him intimately, folding her arm back into the pillow behind her head he knelt beside her.

 "Say it again. Say my name." 

"I want you to make love to me, Henry." Her words were a promise to give him all that he wanted and more. 

"No more running?" he raised his eyebrow jokingly and Y/n shook her head, unable to speak as he unclipped the front fastening of her bra, sensing that he wanted her to lie quiescently as he bared the last secrets of her body. 

She felt shy, like a precious gift being gloatingly unwrapped, but she didn't resent his moment of purely masculine triumph. The glory of the moment was also hers, this beautiful man that she had known for so long finally hers. He was giving himself to her and asking nothing but what she was willing to give in return. For tonight and perhaps for many nights to come she would let him satisfy the hunger in her soul, colour the cold grey corners of her world with a warmth and vibrant life that would dispel, at least for a time, the loneliness she had come to accept many years ago. 

"I want you, too…" she whispered as she welcomed the joy of his touch. 

Henry undressed himself with a fumbling haste that she found inexpressibly exciting and when he came down on to her she gasped at the violent energy of his enthusiasm. Y/n stared up at him, his cock hanging out for all to see. 

The controlled, disciplined man she had grown to know vanished completely. In his place was a greedy, intemperate, ardent and impetuous male, urgently intent with plundering each and every lavish pleasure of flesh. 

Henry smirked, his hand slowly pumping his dick a few times before he bent down and slid the tip over her slit and pushed inside roughly, allowing her no resistance as he filled her entirely.

This moment when he took her would live vividly in her memory forever.

 The shocking reality of his first thrust stilled them both but then he stilled, chest shaking, half across her body, his head buried in the curve of her neck. 

'Surely he's not going to stop now,'  y/n thought hysterically as her body slowly adjusted to the agonising fullness, and she felt the involuntary ripples of tension begin to absorb him even more deeply into her being. 

 Y/n dropped her head back as she let out a low growl as he thrusted sharply, allowing a moment between each as they were jolted into the bed. His hands were on her hips, holding her down as he slid in and out. 

Relax and enjoy was about all Y/n was capable of doing as his sensual onslaught built towards a fiery climax. He devoured her, feasting on her body with blind hunger, biting lushly into her skin, sipping and suckling the sweetness from her achingly swollen breasts as his hands adjusted her body around his, moaning and shuddering so violently when she even lightly caressed his body with her own that she  resorted to merely riding the exquisite storm as he sank deeper than before. 

Henry groaned and y/n felt a sudden burst of warmth, his cum leaking down her legs as she let the feeling of her own orgasm near

She plunged a hand into his sweat-drenched hair, and pulled his head back.

"Henry-" 

The moan came quickly and she hardly recognised him as she gawked up at him. His mouth was full, reddened, the skin drawn tightly over the bones of his face giving him a lean, hollowed-checked wildness, his deep set eyes open but blank with inner turbulence. He looked almost totally insensate. 

Y/n felt shaken by a sudden wave of tenderness as his cock slid over a soft spot inside her, her fingers curling tightly into silky-damp hair.

"Henry--" 

The tenderness flooded her being and was just swiftly followed by another wave of intense feeling as Henry stiffened and pulled back slightly, the pupils of his eyes contracting, his jaw clenching as he fought the blind instinct that was relentlessly driving him. 

"I hurt you, didn't i." he gritted. "I went too fast for you. I'm sorry." He moved up on his braced arms and tried to withdraw further but she stopped him, almost sobbing.

"No... oh, no" 

Henry hesitated and she moaned again, this time a bitter protest, "No, please, no, not yet…" 

Y/n's pussy tightened and she murmured in delight as he slowly thrusted against her again, her sensitive walls sending a thrill up her spine.

She was fighting to hold on, and he watched, puzzled and then fascinated, as she moaned, her eyes wide with a strange fear and confusion. Her fingers slid laxly out of his hair to clench and unclench helplessly on the pillow. A deep rosy flush spread up from her damp, heaving breasts to mantle her throat and face. He realised then what was happening to her and waited, afraid to move again for fear of breaking the wondrous spell, watching hotly as the inexorable momentum built swiftly to a flashpoint.

 Only when she rolled her flushed cheek sideways into the pillow did he move, cupping her face with his strong hand, forcing her to look at him.

 "No, let me see... let me watch it happen to you...I want to watch" 

Her eyelids fluttered at his husky command, her blush deepened, but she was too enraptured to feel embarrassed, too stunned by the speed of it all to deny him anything he asked. Her mouth trembled and parted and she began to gasp in light, shallow breaths that made her flushed breasts quiver deliciously, invitingly. 

He bent and touched a stiff pink nipple experimentally with his mouth, very gently. She jerked and cried out, exploding beneath him in a series of violent convulsions that almost unseated him. He gripped her thighs and held her steady while she sobbed and moaned and poured herself into him, and then, as she melted lovingly around him he at last began to move, uncertainly echoing her undulating movements until he established his own powerful rhythm, this time driving her with him, until his raw shout of exuberant satisfaction signalled that the whirlwind was spent. 

~

In the morning Y/n  was grateful for the resilience of her relative youth. Even after a long hot shower, her muscles ached with the extravagance of her strenuous exercise. She felt as if she had been battered, not by one whirlwind, but several. And she had. If she had thought that Henry's incandescent passion would swiftly burn them both out she discovered, through the ravishing reaches of the night, that she was marvellously mistaken.

 His desire, like his curiosity about her body, had proved insatiable. And, although the second and third time they made love it was not with the stunning speed of the first, it was still fiercely, gloriously energetic. He encouraged a boldness in her that she hadn't known she possessed. 

He made her feel unutterably sexy, as if she was the only woman in the world who could satisfy his lavish appetite for lovemaking, and he devoted and demanded the same kind of single-minded commitment to creating pleasure that he did to his more worldly objectives. In short, he was every bit the fantastic lover she had imagined he was.

Y/n smiled to herself as she sipped her coffee. Was this a case of being hoist by her own petard? If so, everyone should have such a virile executioner! 

"You look quite disgustingly smug." 

 Henry had showered, brought her coffee and toast in bed and casually dressed in front of her with the ease of a man who was thoroughly satisfied with himself and the world in general.

"You're looking fairly smug yourself," she answered boldly. 

"Making love in the morning obviously suits us both and in the evening, and at night. By the way, what are you doing at lunchtime?" Y/n couldn't stop blushing and Henry smirked.

 She wasn't that bold - yet.

 If she and Henry were lovers for long she didn't doubt that she could become very, very brazen. 

"Eating," she said repressively. 

Henry refused to be repressed. "you're a wicked, decadent woman." He leaned over and tugged at the sheet that was tucked over her breasts and down to her waist. Y/n squeaked and held out her cup, afraid she would spill some of the hot liquid as he bent to lightly kiss her rosy softness. 

" is all of you on the menu, or just selected divine parts?" 

"You're a glutton!" Y/n murmured weakly, closing her eyes, shivering at the tingling pleasure his delicately teasing tongue evoked. 

"Ouch!" Henry winched, The coffee having splashed onto his cheek as y/n unconsciously let the coffee cup slip.

"Serves you right." She didn't pull up the sheet, sitting primly among the crumbs and cotton sheets, deliciously aware of the contrast between her nudity and his dark, formal suit as he moved away. 

He had told her he had an early meeting --one reason for the necessity to rouse her just after dawn by making love to her sleepy, languorous body. 

Waking up to find Henry inside her was just one of the new, fresh pleasures of life! 

"Will you meet me for lunch? This meeting should be over by then." He straightened his tie in front of the mirror then walked back to her.

"If you want me to…" He cupped her chin, reminding her of the way he had refused to allow her to hide from him last night.

 "I want you to. Make no mistake about that, y/n. I have no regrets. None." 

"Good." She lifted her chin and tried for a little of the sophistication he was no doubt used to. "I wouldn't like to think that I had disappointed you." 

To her annoyance, he laughed. He straightened, letting his fingers trail down her throat. "There wasn't much chance of that, believe me." 

"Oh, are you so confident of your prowess?" she snapped defensively, feeling suddenly restless and mentative. "You can turn any woman into your personal love machine?" 

He seemed unruffled by her irritable crudity, a strange smile still playing around his lips.

 "On the contrary. I'm afraid I have no basis for comparison." 

"What?" Y/n stared at him blankly.

He scooped up a slice of toast and bit into it. "Couldn't you tell, Y/n? Was my gift such a paltry thing? I thought one's partner could always tell." 

What was he talking about? To her horror, Y/n suddenly realised that, although he had used protection afterwards, that first, rough coming-together had been utterly spontaneous and Henry certainly hadn't held back. Did he purposely try to get her pregnant? Was he not really the man she thought he was? No- that couldn't be it. 

 "What gift? T-tell- me. what?" she stammered, raising her cup to hide the quiver of her mouth, hoping he wasn't going to prove as selfishly arrogant as she suspected!

" Why, that it was my first time, of course." And, as she continued to stare at him uncomprehendingly over the top of the cup, his smile gentled into a tender warmth. "You were my initiation, Y/n. I gave you my virginity, you gave me my manhood." 

And, leaving her gasping and choking with shocked disbelief, a pool of hot coffee soaking into the sheets around her, he calmly turned and walked out of the house, a new found pride in his stomach and so much more to be discovered.

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