#alas they do not sleep together :c

[sofusenpai]

miscellaneous doodles .., i like drawing them sleeping together

[jophiel-extras]

summary :: All Might NSFW alphabet

warning :: nsfw

note :: All Might my beloved, reqs open

A = Aftercare

Toshinori becomes The Thinker after sex. He’ll stay with you until you fall asleep, but once you’re out he’ll leave. Usually, he will go on a run or sit outside for a few hours with himself. Once he’s done, he’ll come back and slip into bed with your or put together a breakfast.

B = Body part

He never really considers any of his own body parts, especially when he’s in his skinny form. If he had to pick, it would be his hands. For you, Toshi likes your face the most.

C = Cum

He always pulls out, it’s a habit. He’ll finish either on your tummy or ass.

D = Dirty secret

He’s thought about going from his skinny form to muscle whilst inside you.

E = Experience

He’s rusty but knows what’s going on. It takes a while for him to truely ease into it and not overthink his actions.

F = Favorite position

Missionary, a classic for a reason. When things get pretty heated, he’s known to enjoy taking you against a wall especially in his muscle form.

G = Goofy

Usually pretty serious and sensual. Sex with him is almost always love making and Toshi takes it seriously. There’s been moments where you’ve both had a laugh but it’s rare.

H = Hair

The carpets do match the drapes, he’s blonde through and through.

I = Intimacy

He’s quite intense about sex; deep eye contact, squeezing your hand, holding you close. It’s always special and drawn out.

J = Jack off

Since the two of you started having sex it was like a switch in Toshi’s mind was turned on. He’s horny. Often. He’s had to excuse himself from teaching to rub one out just because he can’t stop thinking of you.

K = Kink

Size difference. Even if he doesn’t know it Toshi loves being taller and generally bigger than you. He especially loves to grab your waist in his muscle form, it’s a massive thing for him. I also suspect he might enjoy the thrill of public spaces, he’d never admit it or initiate but it’s there.

L = Location

The bedroom. He’s a private man.

M = Motivation

He’s a little dense when it comes to hints, so the best way Toshi gets turned on is when you openly flirt with him and whisper dirty things in his ear.

N = No

Never ever would he hurt you. He won’t compromise on it either.

O = Oral

Enjoys giving for sure. He’s pretty good with his mouth. The way he looks at you through his dark eyes as he eats you out is something else. Also, the way he acts when getting head is insane. His hands snake through your hair and he curls up, grunting and whispering profanities.

P = Pace

Slow and sensual. Unless it’s a special occasion of course! Then he’ll poof into his muscle form and fuck you like a sex symbol.

Q = Quickie

Not the usual, but it’s happened before. Quickies are whenever he’s in a rush to do something or when you’re in a semi public setting.

R = Risk

Yes, he can be a risk taker but it makes the sex anxious. He’s got a lot of eyes on him at all time so he needs to be wary.

S = Stamina

Oh honey, he’s not done until you’re done. You think all that stamina training from his early days wouldn’t translate into sex? You’re in for a surprise.

T = Toys

He’s not a massive fan.

U = Unfair

Toshinori is not one to tease you during sex, really it’s the opposite. He’s a giver and always follows through with pleasure.

V = Volume

Lots of grunting and heavy breathing. He’s not particularly loud, but just enough to get you going.

W = Wild card

Once you gave him under the table head whilst at U.A. and it was the best blowjob ever. He thinks about it often and can’t help but get hard.

X = X-ray

Both forms he’s packing a nice 9 inches. However the girth changes slightly between forms.

Y = Yearning

If he wasn’t so busy, he’d want to sleep with you every day but alas there aren’t enough hours in the day.

Z = Zzz

He’s not good at sleeping but after a particularly tiring session, he’ll pass out.

[lovverletters]

My Boy

《Yandere!Playboy X Taken! Male Reader》

Note that this is a reupload from my previous blog @hyerinrose

T/W : yandere behaviour, infidelity, suicidal thoughts, possessive behaviour, internalised homophobia, Obsessive behaviour.

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Everything was perfect. (Name) is content with the cards he has been dealt with in his life. He had a loving and supportive family, his academics performance were outstanding and most importantly he is dating the girl of his dream, Maya.

Although they had only been going out for a few months, (Name) could already picture a future with the girl. Call him a hopeless romantic but he can't help it!

"(Nameeeeee) you're spacing out againn. Am I that boring?"

Maya voice snapped him out of his thoughts.The two were currently on a date at an ice cream parlour. (Name) stared at his girlfriend who's sitting across the table, admiring her beauty.

(Name) might be biased but Maya is an absolute beauty in his eyes. Her long dirty blonde hair was tied into a braid and slung against her shoulder, green irises and specks of freckles complimented her already pretty face.

"It's not like that, Aya. You're so beautiful I can't help but be put into a trance" (Name) said with a smile that eventually broke into a grin as Maya grew flustered.

"Oh hush you! S-stop laughing at me (Nameeee)!

"Maya flicked her matcha flavoured treats at him, to which (Name) retaliated by flicking his own (F/Flavour) ice cream.

The display of affection between the two was ignored by many other except for one individual who stared at them with curious eyes. Sapphire eyes trailed over the couple that was absorbed in their own world, foolishly in love.

Xavier first reaction towards the couple was envy. He had been pursuing Maya for months to add to his ever-growing list of girls he had bedded. However he was always met with hard-cold refusal from her.

'She rejected me for this loser of a man? Unbelievable' He sneered in his mind.

He then observed the 'loser' Maya had chose over him. (H/C) flowed gently with the breeze, his (E/C) twinkled with happiness as he goof around with the girl. (Name) smiled brightly that it could put the sun to shame.

As he thought, Plain. Boring. Average.

The man were not even close to Xavier's level, he's practically a dirt in his eyes. Obviously Xavier is better than that loser? He's going to show Maya that he's better than him.

'No matter what, I'm going to take her away from you'

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Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

The sounds were numbing Xavier's brain the longer the hours dragged on. Half of the students were already asleep 10 minutes into the lesson.

He would've been sleeping too had he not been keeping his eyes trained on his rival who's only two seats away from him. Xavier swore he's only staring because he needs to find a dirt on (Name).

".... Mr (Name), you would be pairing with Mr Xavier for this project" His teacher called out the two boys' names causing both of them to stare at each other incredulously.

"With the pairings have been set, be sure to turn in your work by next week. Class is dismiss" the teacher wave them off and left the classroom.

The two boys had different feelings in being paired with one another. (Name) was devastated, Xavier seems like a dickhead who would force him to do all the work and take all the credits afterward. Alas, he had to push through anyway, the project was 20% of his grades.

Xavier however was elated, warmth spreads throughout his body at the mention of his and (Name)'s name together. Great! Now Xavier can spend a lot of time observing (Name) even closeㅡ

Wait. Why the hell is he acting like this? He's not into (Name).

He's after Maya! Xavier's not.. gay is he? No, he's not.

"Hey" (Name)'s voice jolted the player from his spiralling thoughts. His cheeks heats up and he could feel his heart speeds up.

'I'm just surprised is all. Nothing weird' he reasoned.

"What? Hurry up, I've got no time for nobodies like you" Those words slip out of his tongue easily as if he wasn't panicking with having (Name) this close to him.

The (H/C) male sighed through his nose and held out his phone. Xavier rose his eyebrow at the action.

"I need your numbers for this project. I'll delete it after we're done if it bother you so much" (Name) open his contacts to add Xavier's info.

Surprisingly, Xavier obediently agrees and handed over his phone for (Name) to input his own numbers with no complaint.

"Thanks. I'll contact you about the details later" (Name) then left him all alone in the classroom with conflicted feeling brewing inside of him.

'Damnit.. what is wrong with me?'

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A week went by and Xavier had made a ground breaking discovery about himself.

After constant denial of his feelings, he had finally came to the conclusion that the one he was interested in wasn't Maya. No, it was her boyfriend, (Name).

The short time they spent together were the push he needed to realise his infatuation with the male. All those things he described (Name) were the exact opposite of what he truly is.

(Name) was kind to him despite being reluctant to pair up with him early on, his sense of humour was immaculate. Xavier had never laughed so hard in his life before the jokes (Name) would crack while working through their project.

(Name) is perfect. He's everything Xavier had been looking for.

Xavier obsesses over the (H/C) male, stalking him, stealing little trinkets (Name) left by accident. Taking millions of polaroids and sticking them to his walls.

However Xavier was brought back to reality when they submitted the project. (Name) was never his, the time they spent together were that of a friends. Soon his beloved will go back to being around that pest of a girl.

His previous envy were now turned towards Maya. The time (Name) spent with her could've been with him. (Name)'s kisses should've belongs to him, (Name)'s affection and love should've belongs to him. (Name)'s everything should've belong to him!

Xavier decided that he had enough of this and will take things to his own matter. One way or another, (Name) will be his.

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(Name) felt tears welling up his eyes as he watches the video on his phone. It was all over the school, his girlfriend Maya had cheated on him with his friend, Xavier.

He closed the video and shut his phone off as he furiously wiped his tears. The students around him gave him a pity look, they wouldn't let this slide. (Name), the most sweetest guy is being hurt by his girlfriend?

They're going to make her life a living hell until she either moves away or take her own life.

Xavier approached (Name) who was sobbing in one of the stalls. The (H/C) took notice of this immediately and scrambled to walk away. He's not ready to face with the man he thought was his friend.

"Oh no you don't, (Name). Don't you dare run away from me!" Xavier pinned the boy on the stall. Leaving him no room to escape.

"Whatㅡ what else do you want from me?! You slept with my girlfriendㅡ what more do you want?" (Name) said while struggling under Xavier's surprisingly strong hold.

His breath hitches when the player got close to his face, their nose touching.

"You. I want you. Everything I've done is for you, (Name). I had to get rid of her since she was nothing more than a homewrecker! You belong to me (Name) and I had enough of seeing her taking things from you that were supposed to be mine!" Xavier were manic, his blue eyes were crazed.

"Whaㅡ" (Name) were terrified.

"Hey, (Name). I love you a lot you know? And I'm going to show you it~"

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[tanoraqui]

you’ve heard of Her Divine Highness Gideon the First, First Daughter of the House of God, and all the compelling, often Fake Dating-laced AUs that might follow. But have you considered...Gideon Jr. Dve, favored daughter of the First, heir of Gideon the First, Saint of Duty?

the timeline diverges at 2 points:

Gideon (ours) inherits her mother’s perfectly normal dark brown eyes

Gideon (lyctor) follows the escape pod to Ninth House, arrives to find Wake’s corpse and living baby, to the bemusement of all the locals is like, “yes, that’s mine” and takes said baby back to the Mithraeum to confess his sins and beg forgiveness

the conversation that follows goes like this:

Gideon 1: I am so sorry, John, I don’t know what came over me, Wake was just...really hot. She’s dead now. But, um, this is our daughter, and I feel duty-bound to raise her, or at least see that she’s raised well - but it’s your call, of course (again, I’m sorry for sleeping with the enemy for over a decade)

JohnGod, vibrating at a frequency known only to necromantic immortals who maybe swallowed a sun or something: N I E C E ? !

Augustine, Mercy, and maybe Cytherea, exchanging frantic eye contact behind the other two’s heads: Is that the baby? / I don’t know! I thought you were keeping track of it! / I don’t know! Can’t you tell!? / Are they keeping it? / What the fuck are we going to do about this?!

So, Gideon (Jr.) grows up in the Mithraeum, which needless to say is a fucking weird place to grow up. 

this au is dependent on the assumption that none of these millennia-old necromancers can identify the thanergic/thalergic weirdness of the biological daughter of God on slight, so, just accept that. Maybe children of lyctors (I refuse to believe there haven’t been any before) are a little Like That anyway? The Conspirators do learn the truth pretty fast, DNA test or something, but they quickly decide that stealing the baby and running for the Ninth is a terrible plan, and G1deon and God have to let her out from underfoot eventually. They’ll wait.

the Ninth had already named her Gideon. Gideon 1 tries to change this, but alas, his terrible immortal friends all think it’s hilarious and call her Gideon Jr, or “Junior” or “Giddy” for short.

Cytherea is undoubtably the Cool Aunt, and also Giddy’s first crush

(neither Mercy nor Augustine want to touch children on account of potential stickiness, ruling them firmly out)

JohnGod makes so many Godfather jokes in a terrible Italian mobster accent, which Giddy then imitates with equal inability to mimic an accent, which either produces something completely unrecognizable as old-Earth Italian mobster OR somehow loops back around to being a perfect impression of Don Corleone

Pyrrha tries to resist the urge to check in, but fails, particularly around bedtime (usually a private father/daughter tucking-in ritual). Giddy, with the uncomfortable insight for a toddler, quickly grasps that Sunglasses Dad is a different persona than Normal Dad. Sunglasses Dad swears her to utmost secrecy about this, and she keeps the oath...almost entirely

she does let it slip to Normal Dad, who...

listen, G1deon has been concealing his mysterious lapses in awareness from God and his fellow lyctors for centuries; he’s not going to stop now. And he MUST have had suspicions about what caused them; he’s not an idiot. But he would, I think, be a responsible father. 

So when 7yo Gideon Jr. lets slip about her interactions with Sunglasses Dad - which she definitely doesn’t realize is a whole different person; she probably thinks it’s a weird character her dad acts as sometimes, like how Uncle God will play pretend as a mobster, pirate, horse, etc. When Gideon Jr. lets slip, Gideon Sr. sits her down with his daughter, gets her to tell him about Sunglasses Dad, and admits that, uh, yeah, sure, it’s a fun game they play together, and still very secret from everyone else...and if ‘Sunglasses Dad’ ever makes her feel scared, or god forbid hurts her, she should run away and find Uncle God and tell him everything immediately. 

(Because he has suspicions, he must have suspicions, especially at this point...but just in case he’s wrong, he’ll confess to this centuries-old secret rather than let any harm befall his daughter. It’s the only right thing to do.)

Some Actual Plot Maybe, IDK?:

when Gideon Jr. is 13, her father finally agrees to enroll her in the Cohort Academy for Gifted Officers-To-Be, or whatever its called. Gideon Sr. has a quiet word with the current head of Second House and Gideon Jr. enrolls incognito, and rolls up to this place with

- sword skills trained since birth with fucking lyctors

- an uncanny ability to survive should-be-deadly wounds

- the social skills of someone who has never spoken with anyone under the age of several millennia

- probably slightly more respect for, like, the concept of authority/order/duty/not being a smartass 24/7 than the canon Gideon we know and love...BUT she has also literally never suffered a consequence in her life, and...you know how Miles Vorkosigan’s insubordination habits are based partly in that for the first 18 years of his life, his commanding officers, essentially, were 2 of the most competent people on Barrayar? God Himself used to give Gideon horsey rides. Gideon might try, politely, to be impressed by the commander-instructor glaring at her personally, but she is...not.

- gay

[insert a full YA novel’s worth of coming-of-age shenanigans here, absolutely ft. Judith Deuteros and Marta Dyas as soon-friends]

AND THEN ONE DAY, JOD SENDS OUT AN INVITATION to the heir of the Nine Houses inviting them to the First...

now, Gideon does not have a single drop of necromantic ability. She never has. So she wants to be a cavalier so bad...

but even Gideon, sword bimbo that she is, couldn’t grow up with The lyctors and not notice that... Well, no one really talks about their cavaliers, except when Mercy and Augustine fight about them. There is a grieving, sucking wound where every lyctoral cavalier should be.

she still tried so hard to be one. Judith very nearly agreed to have her even over <3Marta<3 (whom they were both madly crushing on). Then Gideon had one of her rare meetings with her father (he’d swing by the Cohort Academy sometimes and they’d get lunch), and told him about it all excitedly, and he flatly forbade it. And then he went over her head and flatly forbade it to the Cohort. 

so there’s something Weird going on there, or at least there’s something being unfairly forbidden to Gideon like birds are forbidden to the indoor cat staring out the window, eagerly lashing its tail. 

so she hatches a Plan:

- 1. Stow away on Judith & Marta’s ship to Dominicus - 2. ??? - 3. Profit!

when she sees Cytherea there, she thinks, Oh shit, I’m busted.

fortunately, she’d waited until everyone else had disembarked and gone inside before she snuck off the ship, so Cytherea doesn’t see her. So now it’s up to Gideon to sneak around, make friends with the heirs of the Houses, and recruit them into helping her not get caught by her aunt! Who she assumes is here specifically to catch her out...or maybe to covertly oversee the trials...? Hey what is up with this place anyway?

(It’s fortunate because as soon as Cytherea sees Gideon, she’s going to change her plan to “kill everyone immediately, except Giddy, whom I take to the Ninth and exsanguinate to open that damn tomb.”)

(Unfortunately, once like 5 people have died, Gideon is likely to honorably reveal herself in order to ask Cytherea for help, because CLEARLY something has gone terribly wrong. This can’t really be part of the trials, right? Uncle God wouldn’t do that.)

[an-angel2u]

can you do a Jesse pinkman c fem! Reader with fluffy and smut?

long day || j. pinkman

warnings: cockwarming, dry humping, fem!reader, kinda sub!jesse?? i was high and running on a few hours of sleep when i wrote most of this, sorry if it’s bad!

you were exhausted, unbelievably exhausted. you had a hate-love relationship working as a magazine editor. it was easy yet draining, your (male) coworkers annoyed you to death. they were all incredibly insufferable.

alas, you made it back home in one piece. back to jesse.

it was freezing cold by the time you got home, your legs were exposed under your pencil skirt. you had forgotten your blazer back your own place and didn’t bother going back to get it, thinking you’d be fine.

you stumbled into the house, you could barely wait to get those restricting heels off your feet. “hi jess.” you huffed, slamming the door behind you. you fell to the floor and popped your shoes off.

“hey baby.” he sat up from his slouching position, fixing his hair looking at you. “long day?” he added. “you wouldn’t believe.“

you unzipped your skirt and pulled it off, not caring that you’d be in your blouse and pantyhose. “i hate dressing up like this…” you spoke sluggishly, sliding your feet across the hardwood floor and walked over to jesse and straddled his lap.

“you look beautiful either way.” he played at your thighs, pinching the pantyhose and pulling them up, letting them tap back on your skin.

“you smell good.” your face was in his neck as you began to grin against his skin. “yeah? i tried some sample cologne from those magazines you brought home.” he smiled, rubbing your backside.

“smells really good, jess.” you hummed, feeling slightly aroused by his scent. you felt his low groans vibrate through his throat. “jesse… can we try something…?”

“what’s that?” he ran his fingers all the way down to your ass, only to keep his hands there and rub the pads of his thumbs. “where i sit on your dick… and you don’t move… just sit there…”

“are you tryna to torture me, baby…?” he chuckled. “it’s supposed to feel good, trust me.” you smiled, sitting up from the perfect space where your head could fit.

jesse’s head raised up from the cushion for his lips to kiss yours. you dissolved into his touch, your eyes closed slowly with your hands wandering under his shirt.

you pulled back and started to rocked your hips along his clothed length. you loved how sensitive jesse was, how helpless he could become in an instant. you watched as jesse sunk his teeth into his bottom lip.

it felt nice on your end, the fabric rubbing against your clit. the tingling sensation became acute causing you to moan with lust. your face found home in his neck once again as you continued grind against him.

“can we start this… torture— whatever you call it?” he laughed through his desperate tone. you nodded before pooling your panties and pantyhose at the bottom of your feet, stepping out of them. you watched jesse struggle to pull his basketball shorts off, successfully getting them down to his ankles.

“so you just— go commando in your basketball shorts huh…?” you giggled crawling back on jesse, sneaking your hands to his shaft, stroking him slowly.

“focus on me… okay?” your glossy eyes met with his, he was in a short moment of bliss before coming back to reality to answer. he nodded with quick “ok’s” falling from his mouth.

you placed your middle and ring finger in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the digits. you pulled your fingers from your lips and spread your saliva all around jesse’s cock, mixing your saliva and his pre-cum together.

you lined your entrance up with his tip, lowering yourself onto him. you watched as his mouth went agape from the pleasure he received from your wet, warm walls.

“shit— and you’re not supposed to move..?” he spoke, his hands sliding up and down your waist. you supposed it was a self soothing technique. “nah-uh. just relax, jesse. keep watching that movie…”

you laid your head down on his shoulder, your hand snaked around to play with his hair. the feeling that was slight pain had melted into a peaceful pleasure.

jesse was holding up pretty well from what you could tell. he was very silent, every now and then when your walls tensed, he would whimper. other than that he was quiet.

your lids became heavier by the minute. your mind wandered farther and farther away from the fact that you were filled up by jesse’s length. the last thing you remember was the soft scent of tester cologne jesse had displayed on his neck and collarbones

[dreamingonfilm]

✧˖*°࿐ Peppermint Kisses

Harry Potter x gn!reader, fluff

Summary: lazy mornings with harry result in soft kisses and the taste of toothpaste.

W/C: 522

y/n woke up to the sound rustling of bedsheet covers and light snores. it wasn't every day that they were able to wake up guilt-free of sleeping in, but alas the long night before allowed them to simply enjoy the late start of their morning.

''harry," they shook the sleeping boy next to them, "wake up."

the boy on the left side of the bed only mumbled in response, rolling over and hugging his bedsheets closer to him.

"it's 12pm. we are going to miss lunch if you don't get up."

after a long-stretched period of pulling and tugging at the comforter, the boy finally sat up from his bed. he looked around in confusion for a few minutes, only to find his memory of the night before to come back to him all at once.

"remind me again why i agreed to stay up with you last night." he groaned whilst stretching his arms out, revealing a lower part of his stomach which left the young student blushing.

"because you love me." y/n smiled. ruffling his messy hair before giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

"that i do." he responded, leaning in to give his partner a kiss -- but before he was able to, y/n placed a hand to his lips and cringed.

"no," they got up from their bed and started walking to the bathroom, leaving the boy behind only for him to be confused and upset at the event that just occurred, "if you want to kiss me then you have to brush your teeth first. morning breath is gross."

harry groaned once more and started complaining. "but we've been together for years y/n. you've seen enough of me to where this shouldn't matter!" he followed behind them to the bathroom and wrapped his arms around their waist. putting his head on his partner's shoulder and admiring them in the mirror.

"no exceptions." y/n giggled.

he watched as y/n picked up his toothbrush and put a glob of toothpaste on it. handing it over to harry, the boy accepted it knowing that this was the only way to get what he wanted.

the pair brushed their teeth in unison, occasionally laughing at each other as toothpaste ran down their chins. after 5 minutes, they both spat out into the sink and wiped their mouths on the sleeves of their sweaters.

harry turned to face his partner, moving the hair out of their face and behind their ear before speaking. "now may i kiss you?"

y/n looked at harry for a moment before answering, "of course."

the boy brushed his thumb underneath his partners chin and leaned in. it was a short kiss, but it was sweet and simple. enough to leave him satisfied. once pulling out, he licked his lips and softly chuckled.

"what is it?" y/n asked, confused as to whether or not they did something wrong. "is there something on my face?"

"no no," he gave y/n another quick peck on the lips before going in to hold their frail figure, "you just taste like peppermint."

[moonyswife]

Coffee Talk

MASTERLIST

Remus Lupin x reader

Warnings: Pure fluff, a bit of kissing and probs a bit of bad grammar.

06.26 AM

Dark clouds painted the sky, winter snow littered the ground outside, the freezing air was kept outside by the strong facade of the Potter Mansion. WInter break was coming to an end soon, as would her invitation to the Potter's, and as much as she missed the castle, the end of the mini vacation to James's with all their friend group for break was something she didn't want to end soon, or ever truthfully.

Y/m laid restless on her makeshift made on the guest room that was the designated "girl room", even though she shared a dorm with these lovely girls, they where incredibly more annoying during any kind of break, Marlene's snores where getting louder by the second, Mary kept talking in her sleep, Lily was way to clingy (they had to share a bed, because Lily agreed to come [begrudgingly] at the last minute).

With no room to breathe and uncomfortable, y/n got up, grabbed a blanket and with no care of being quiet left the room, these girls deserved to be disrupted, they deserved to be bothered, but alas, they where still fast sleep.

It was way to early too be up he sky was still awfully dark, she should be sleeping under a huge comfoter with her teddy and fuzzy socks, sadly she found herself laying on the couch with only a blanket to protect her from the freezing cold of the Potter's living room.

06:57 AM

A crack on the floor woke y/n up, she hadn't even realized she fell sleep, startled she sat up and cursed herself for not bringing her wand along, adjusting her eyes to find out whose face it was in the dark, it spoke.

“Shit! Merlin, you scared me” Remus Lupin himself was the face she couldn’t see, what a shame she thought, he has a gorgeous face.

“I know I’m not the best looking sleeper, but I don’t think I can get scary” her lame joke earned a small laugh from him. Worth it.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that” his voice was raspy, she figured it was from sleeping. “What are you doing here anyways? Why are we sleeping on the couch?”

“Could ask the same thing” She replied, “The girls are giving me hell, I have no idea how I can keep up with ‘em all year, what about you?”

He gave her a smile, the one that makes his dimples noticeable and the scar on his nose widen, the one that makes girls like her swoon at the sight of it, the one that he usually keeps hidden, the one that he secretly reserves for her.

“Same thing, the boys are incredibly annoying, god knows I’ve put up with them for five whole years, I need a break, plus, James’s room is way too cluttered for four guys to be able to sleep in.”

She hummed in response, “sit down, don’t just stand there by the doorway, it’s creepy”

Remus blushed he didn’t even realized that he was standing there so tense, he suddenly felt utterly aware of himself, of his tight pijama pants that were way too short on him, of his old shirt with holes in it that he was way to attached to to throw out, of his tussled hair, of the exposed skin littered with scars, he was in pajamas in front of her. Sure she was too, but she looked great, like always.

"Mmm, you scared the sleepiness out of me... What about an early breakfast?"

Honestly she was still pretty tired, but it has been a while since they could share a moment alone, ever simce they've left hogwarts the whole group has been glued together, it has been hard to have one on one conversations, not that she needed to, but there was something brewing inside of her anytime she talked with Remus alone, they both felt it, she was sure, but neither made the move.

"Sure, I really need a coffee" She said making her way into the kitchen.

"I'm more of a tea kind of guy, but I'll join you with a cup." He tried to make it sound non chalantly, but he really despised coffee, he only drank it when she was around, ever since that time in third year he obliged to grab a cup with her because he lied and told her he loved it to impress her.

Comfortable silence fell upon them as they made coffee, shuffling around the kitchen trying to be quiet, smal huffs and giggles filled the now warm kitchen, y/n couldn't help but smile anytime she looks at him, he was the most beautiful man on earth.

"Wat'cha looking at" He said grinning like a devil.

"You"

"Me? What's so interesting about me?"

"Stop messing with me, Remus, you know." Hopefully her cheeks would not be as red as they felt.

"Know what?." he was getting cheeky, she diverted her eyes from his face, suddenly the cup of coffee was the most intersting thng in the world.

"C'mon, look at me," He said as he tilted her chin upwards to look at him. Merlin he was tall. "Don't get shy on me all of a sudden, What's wrong?"

"Why don't you have a girlfriend?" it was a stupid question, she hoped that the answer was what she wanted, still, weird thing to ask.

He laughed "What? Why? Why do you care?"

"I asked first, like, really, how come the cutest guy in all of hogwarts is still single?"

because all I've ever wanted was you, he wanted to yell.

"I don't know, I don't really care for it" he lied, "Why don't you have a boyfriend, I've heard about guys interested in you" he tried to play his bitterness for friendly banter, he wasn't sure it worked.

She hummed "Well none of them are my type, y'know"

She looked at him in a way that would've made Remus's knees buckle it he wasn't standing against the kitchen island.

"Well whats your type?" Sudden braveness.

"Well, there's this guy and he's exactly my type" she said in a such a dreamy way that made Remus want to die, jealousy filled his chest.

"yeah, he's so dreamy, and cute and pretty" she liked the way that made him mad, he's the smartest person she knows, but he's stil just a boy, a very dense one at that. "he loves to wears old wooly sweaters, he loves fantasy and children books but pretends to only read philosophy to seem more nuanced" she looked into his eyes and held his hands, he squeezed them. "He loves tea, but he pretends to like coffee to impress the girl he likes" she laughed as her hands moved from his hands to his chest and finally to his neck.

He put his shaky hand on her hips, "Kiss me"he pleaded. She happily obliged.

Her heart skipped a thousand beats and she was sure she passed out for a second. It was perfection, the way his hand squeezed her waist as he deepens the kiss, how he hummed in her mouth when she tugged at his sandy curls, hours could've gone by, they wouldn't have cared.

Sadly they had to breathe so she broke the kiss, nose to nose and holding each other, they locked eyes as they fall into a fit of laughter.

"Okay.... so... we're on the same page, I think" she said as the laughter broke down.

"Yeah, I think we are" he grabbed her hand. Y/n yawned "Oh Merlin, what time is it?"

The clock signals:

07:38 AM

"Still pretty early to be up" he says, the coffee long forgotten.

"Mmm, want to cuddle and make out in the couch 'til the others wake up" she said hugging his side.

"I'd like that very much" he said pulling her out of the kitchen and into the living room couch.

10:05 AM

"OH MERLIN MY EYES!!!" A familiar voice woke them up. "JAMES! MOONY AND Y/N HAVE DEFILED YOUR COUCH!"

"Don't be stupid, Sirius, you woke them up" Lily's nagging followed.

Y/n had made no attemp to get up, to hell with them, she was comfortable, her arms around Remus's neck and his around her waist, theur legs tangled with each other's, slowly morphing into one.

"My Lilyflower's right, pads" James said. "Let them sleep, god knows it's been long enough with the yearning and the crushes and the longing glances. And they're way too much of cowards to do anything in some else's place, our Moony is a proper gentleman."

Remus flushed,but tried to keep quiet, he didn't care their mates were mocking them, all he cared about was his girl and his girl was cuddled up against him.

With a last kiss (momentarily), they dozed off again.

[plasticfreckles]

🌙 early riser solavellan enjoy 🌙

"Vhenan, what are you doing?" She usually wakes before him, and usually, he does not mind her going about her morning routine by herself. He can barely hear the rustle of the sheets, usually.

How she does it, go to sleep after him, wake up through the night, rise before him, dashing to and fro in the keep all day, so fast he might as well see her double, and still function, day after day after day, he has no idea.

Usually, however, she waits until after chickencall and sunrise to get up.

"Abelas, ma lath," she whispers, tugs his blanket up around him and cups his cheek. "Go back to sleep."

"Come back to sleep," he counters. Trying to find her in the dark strains his tired eyes more than staring directly into the sun would, despite the low fire in the hearth and the green nightglow in her eyes.

This morning (this night, really), she's taken to her stretches still on the mattress. Likely in an attempt not to wake him. She's convinced she once woke him unrolling her cork mat. When he tells her again and again he awoke from a nightmare anyway, she never listens.

Butterfly, she calls it, a modified cross-legged seat where her heels touch the center of her and her knees are splayed out in front of her. She leans forward at the hips, so far the tilt in her spine is the only thing preventing her sternum from resting on the worn cotton.

She does not answer.

"Vhenan.."

"Josephine has me meeting.. somebody at the crack of dawn today. Some scholar from Rivain, I think. I'd like to get a head-start on all of their reports." A groan at the realization of more dreaded paperwork, her hands leave her feet and run through her hair when she buries her forehead in the mattress.

"Let them wait." He tries to lure her back into his arms, walking his fingers along the curve of her spine, curling a strand of her sleek waves around his index and middle. "Rivain has made you wait long enough." She had waited for their arrival for weeks now, without notice.

If she lets him, he'll wrap himself around her like barbwood until the midday sun in their faces wakes them yet again, and then he'll sneak beneath her nightgown and lazily rock their bodies together until the haze of their pleasure makes them both forget they ever had this conversation.

He does not remember having felt this much desire for another before he went to slumber through the Ages. Lusting for people, sure, especially those with long curls and curved hips and an eye for the arts, but never to the point to wanting to forsake the world and everyone else in it if it meant he could slip home inside them just one more time. If he spends too much thought on that, it scares him.

But alas, she shifts under his hand, and for a moment he thinks he succeeded, but then she stretches her legs out on either side of her and bends her chest back forward. There's a delicious gasp from her at the stretch in her hamstrings.

"I have enough things to do that aren't paperwork that would keep everyone here occupied for a week. Much as I want to climb your panadahl-" A sigh, now, from them both.

"...and all I have to do today is paint."

"Lucky you." She twists her body, her right hand on her left knee, her left hand holding onto his.

"No work, no title, no responsibilities."

"You can have a title, if you like. Gods know the responsibilities aren't for me to delegate. But the work you've got cut out for you. I would trust no one else with the chronicling of my journeys in art."

He forgoes the compliment, the way it makes his chest warm and fuzzy with her sincerity.

"And what would that supposed title be? Solas the Painter?" He rubs at the back of her hip with a hand.

"So long as they don't call you serving man anymore, I don't really care." She is, still, after weeks and weeks, deeply offended on his behalf, the way he used to be offended for those like her, marked and unknowing.

Somewhere deep in his past, Father rolls his eyes at him. Get your head out of the skies, stop chasing skirts and start to do something about it, Son, he tells him, seemingly oblivious to his own hypocrisy as he turns and starts clawing through Mother's skirts.

Here, in his present, Lavellan looks at him, a little knot between her brows as she considers if he's fallen asleep with his eyes open again.

He blinks, squeezes her hand.

"Humor me, vhenan."

"Husband?" Her nose crinkles with amusement. The suggestion caught him off guard, and she had caught the wonder in his expression immediately, even if he showed it for even less than a heartbeat.

"Scholar Solas?" Ah. Misplaced jokes, poor wordplay. Her favoured way out. "Scholas. No, Solartist. That's the one, because it's the truth."

"And you? Lavriter? Lathweaver." She snorts.

"Seam-vellan."

That is good, but the words disappear in his yawn. Her eyes are apologetic again.

Such an unbecoming expression on her.

"I'm sorry I woke you, vhenan. Go back to sleep, get some more rest." She leans over to kiss him, thumb in the dimple on his chin, before she rises to get dressed. "I'll come by to watch you paint as soon as I can."

Even so, she stokes the fire in the hearth and drapes her blanket over his own before she washes, dresses, leaves.

Solas calls out to her before she walks down.

"Hmm?"

"If you ever feel you need to escape - come find me. I shall hide you from their sights."

"Thank you, lath'in." She hushes down the stone stairs in small, nimble steps.

Home of my heart, Love says once he returns to the Fade. Its smile is wide and gap-toothed and fingers with brittle nails pluck petals from a neverending bed of daisies to its feet. She does not know you mean a spell, not to run away with her.

I know, he replies.

Still, he resolves to tell her that, later that day, when they settle down for the night, that no one ever made him question his very being like she does, and when she will inevitably construe it as criticism, then he will lure her into the sheets, underneath him, and whisper his professions to her until they claim residence in her as deep as her bones.

The next time he finds her alone, anyway.

🌙

I'm spending every waking minute either writing or thinking about my thesis so I got no other excuse for this one exept I want to put something else to paper than portrayal of AI in contemporary science fiction lmao

Also I wanna get the Lathlas ficlets out before I get to the Great Solavellan Reunification of 9:65 Dragon or Whatever so I gotta get them broken up lmao

I wrote a lil experimental Dorian POV ficlet about how hung up they are with each other bc Dorian is every Inky's best friend would anyone like to read that lmao

@vespaer77 as per your request 💕

[should I sign these? lmao ~rina]

[thelonelyempath]

M!Crush x F!Reader: Better Late Than Never PART 2 (NSFW)

THEME: Fluffy Smut (Enemies To Lovers)

WARNING(s): Cunnilingus, PiV Sex, Hickey, Shared Orgasm, Soft Kissy Sex

18+ ONLY! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

It all finally made sense. You were both just too stubborn to admit you had feelings for each other. But you supposed it was better late than never. Though the fire was still blazing, a cool breeze washed over you. You ran cold anyways, so this did not help. You hugged yourself for warmth. C/N saw this and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in close and kissing the crown of your head. Alas, you were finally in his arms. You didn't realize how badly you wanted that until now. With your head pressed against his chest, you could hear his heartbeat. It sounded so beautiful. Maybe you were starting to drift off to sleep. But just as you began to drift away, the moment was ruined. There was the rain you were expecting. It put out the nice, cozy, warm fire.

"Well so much for cuddling by the fire, huh." C/N laughed.

You sighed in annoyance. At least there was a tent where you two could stay dry. After the two of you got up and made your way to your tent, C/N playfully pushed you down onto the air mattress he brought, smacking his lips into yours. It was sloppy and aggressive, but damnit you loved it. He slid his tongue into your mouth and it collided with yours, prompting a soft moan from you. His hands trailed up and down your body. God, he was so riled up. You could tell he'd been wanting this for a very long time. He scooped up your leg and put it around his waist, beginning to grind against your heat as his mouth attached itself to your neck. He found the sweet spot just below your ear and lightly sucked on it, leaving a hickey and making you moan once again. You could feel how hard he was getting.

"I wanna take you so fucking bad, baby." he said against your skin.

"Then take me." you breathed.

C/N pulled off his hoodie and the shirt he was wearing under it, exposing his athletic physique. His muscles were so toned. His abs were so defined. He was just so...sexy. He pulled off your top and your sweatpants, leaving you in just a bra and panties. The sight of you in only a bra was enough to make him bite his lip.

"Are you okay with me taking off your bra?" he asked, his hands hovering over the clasps.

You nodded. When he unhooked your bra and took it off of your body, he almost couldn't contain how aroused he was. His eyes were glued to your chest.

"Whoa." he softly reacted to the sight of your naked breasts. "I knew you were hot, Y/N, but holy shit."

You smiled as he pushed you back down onto the air mattress. With his hands, he played with your breasts. He squeezed them together, fondled them, and used his mouth to suck on your nipples. Then his kisses trailed lower until his head was between your thighs. He pulled off your panties, leaving you completely naked. You spread your legs for him to have access.

"You're so fucking wet, babygirl." he whispered before lapping at your clit with his tongue.

It felt like heaven. Had he done this before? Damn was he good at it. He reached his hand up and grabbed a breast, squeezing it a tiny bit as you moaned for him, running your fingers through his hair. His tongue swirled around your clit, which was getting wetter and harder by the second.

"God, your pussy tastes so good." he said between licks.

He was a god with his tongue. He closed his lips around your clit and sucked on it, making you arch your back in pleasure. The moans escaping your lips were not of this earth. It had been so long since you had been touched like this, or even touched yourself for that matter. He was already so hard for you.

"Does that feel good, baby?" he asked, his mouth going right back to sucking your clit.

"Yes...fuck...don't stop..." you moaned.

He kept doing exactly what he was doing, starting to get you close to orgasm. He was eating your pussy like making you cum all over his tongue was his mission in life. And you were absolutely going to cum in his mouth if he kept this up. As he added the slightest bit more pressure on your clit with his tongue, your legs began to shake.

"Fuck I'm so close!" you breathed.

Pretty soon, your body tensed up. You were about there. C/N felt this and squeezed your breast harder, pushing you even closer to the edge.

"Cum for me, sweetheart." he commanded.

And just like that, ecstasy. You whimpered as you reached your high, C/N continuing to attack your clit with his mouth. After a tiny bit of aftershock, he let up. When you opened your eyes, he was on top of you. He looked down at you, smiling, his lips wet and glistening.

"Did that feel good?" he asked you.

Without answering his question, you wrapped your arm around his neck and pulled him into another deep kiss. The feeling of his lips on yours was magical. He broke away to walk over to his backpack. He opened the front pocket and pulled out a condom, prompting you to raise an eyebrow.

"You...brought condoms?" you asked, genuinely confused.

"My friends made me bring condoms." he chuckled. "Because, yes, they were making bets on if we were gonna hook up."

You jokingly rolled your eyes as C/N put the packaged condom between his teeth and undid his pants. He slid them off, along with his boxers. His cock, now fully erect, sprung out like it was on hydraulics. It was big, but not alarmingly so. He winked at you after catching you staring at it. He took the condom out of the wrapper and rolled it onto his length before walking back over to you and positioning himself between your legs.

"You ready for me, princess?" he asked, sending a chill down your spine.

"Put it in me." you bit your lip as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

After tapping his hard cock against your clit a few times, he teased your entrance before slowly sliding himself in. This was it. The two people who seemingly wanted nothing more than for each other to keel over and die were finally having sex with each other. But your body was still a little tense. Possibly because you weren't used to his size yet.

"Relax, baby." he gently said, starting to slowly thrust his hips. "I'm not gonna hurt you. If you're uncomfortable at all, just tell me to stop."

He kept a steady pace, gently rocking his hips back and forth. The sensation was strange at first, but not painful. After a minute or two, it started to become pleasurable, making you moan for him. He kissed you again, this time lightly nipping at your lower lip.

"I want you on top." he said. "Ride me."

He used his strength to flip you both over to where he was on his back and you were on top, your legs straddling his waist. You rolled your hips, feeling him penetrate you deeper. Your hands pressed against his chest as his took hold of your waist, guiding your hips back and forth. Another moan fell out of your mouth.

"Just like that, baby." he praised you. "You're doing great."

He was being so sweet and gentle with you. You almost couldn't believe this was the man who told his friends you were a "desperate attention seeker". This was a complete 180 from that.

"Fuck, you feel so good on my dick!" C/N quietly moaned.

You started to bounce, which increased the pleasure for both of you. His eyes were lost in yours. By your waist, he pulled your upper body down into him so that your chests were touching. It was bliss. You couldn't contain your moans at this point.

"God, C/N..." you gasped. "I'm almost there."

"Me too, baby." he said between breaths. "We're gonna cum together."

You rocked your hips faster, getting you both closer. Your toes were curling. His chest was heaving. Both of your bodies were about to let go.

"I'm gonna cum, baby." C/N moaned. "Do you want to cum? Yeah, your little fucking pussy's about to explode."

His words were getting you closer and closer to a mindblowing orgasm. You almost couldn't stand it anymore.

"I'm cumming!" he grunted. "Cum, baby. Cum all over my cock."

You did as he commanded, coming undone on top of him with a mewl and a shudder. As you came, so did he. You felt him pulsate inside you with a husky growling moan. Once you both came down from your high, you rolled over to his side, allowing him to pull out of you. His milky white liquid coated the inside of the condom. He pulled you into his chest to cuddle, putting a sweet kiss on your forehead.

"That was amazing." you smiled.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, baby." he smiled back, kissing your lips. "I had an amazing time too."

"I'm glad your friends made us do this."

"I am too. So this is it, huh? What do I call you now? My girlfriend?"

"Only if I can call you my boyfriend."

"You can call me your mortal enemy who's also your boyfriend."

You giggled at his goofiness. You were just hoping his friends weren't gonna tease you about the mark he left on your neck.

PART 1

[nori-writes]

Sweet Country Lovin’

Cole Cassidy x Reader

W/C: 750+

A/N: Oh? Another one? This soon? Does this mean I’m fully coming back? Idk either. Sorry :’) But hopefully it’s a yes. It’s currently 1:20 AM while I type this and I need to be up at 5:50 AM so, I guess I’d better hurry up. I also just realized how many requests I have….. I don’t know what I’m doing here writing my own shit…. I should be doing requests- 😭

Also, I haven’t proof read this. Oops.

The sun rose, the same as every morning. There was nothing particularly special about today except the fact that both you and Cole had the day off. It wasn’t a common occurrence but a nice one when the time came.

These days were never spent doing much except staying around the house. A load or two of laundry would’ve been the most to get done on those days, not that it was a bad thing.

Days where you were both off consisted of you two lying around the house together, whether you two were doing the same thing or separate things you still typically sat in each other's company. Anything but work.

Thank god that today was one of these said days, it was much deserved and needed, missions felt like they had been running longer recently with less rest time in between, leaving you and Cole almost no time together except the typical meals that the two of you tended to share.

As your eyes opened slowly as you sat up, your vision blurry and you rubbed the sleep away you went to turn to meet your boyfriend who usually occupied the spot next to you to find that he had already made his way out of bed. Unusual for him.

You pulled the covers off of your body and got yourself out of bed fixing your hair with the brush that sat on your nightstand before opening your bedroom door. When you opened the door you were hit with the smell of pancakes, sausage and maple syrup.

Following the smell you found yourself in the kitchen where Cole looked to be setting a tray with the food he had made, god how lucky you were. It was obvious that he was going to bring you breakfast in bed but alas, you were awake now. So instead you slipped behind him, laying your head into his back, wrapping your arms around his torso.

“Well, mornin’ sweet pea,” he spoke in a soft voice, his body melting into your touch as he still put food onto the tray. There was a small moment of silence before he spoke again, “I was gonna bring you breakfast in bed but it looks like you’re not sleepin’ anymore.”

You nodded and you spoke for the first time this morning, your voice coming out groggy, “Well, why are you still putting food onto the tray then?” You questioned curiously.

The cowboy turned his body all the way around so now he was actually facing you, he stopped for a minute to take in your morning state. It was something Cole would tell you he loved about you. How it was you, completely unfiltered. He loved the way your hair wasn’t perfect and how his shirt was a little too big on you, the way you were extra clingy in the mornings, the way that he could just stare at you for hours in the morning and be completely content. Though, you’d usually brush it off everytime he said it, telling him he was going crazy.

Finally he spoke, “Well, I was thinkin’ we can both get cozy back in bed with some breakfast and turn on a movie for a lazy mornin’. How’s that sound?”

You nodded, that sounded amazing right now, “Please.”

“Well that’s all the answer I needed darlin’. Why don’t you get back into bed and pick out a movie for the two of us to watch? I’ll be back there in just a minute, alright?”

“Will do.”

You gave a small smile before Cole leaned down to leave a kiss on your lips, “Now don’t go fallin’ asleep on me while I’m out here doin’ this.”

You returned the kiss, the taste of the coffee and a cigar he had this morning stained onto his lips, “I would never.”

Some minutes passed and you had made your way back to the shared bedroom while you picked out a movie Cole finished up getting breakfast together for the two of you.

Not so soon after your lover made his way back to the bedroom with a tray of food for the two of you to share, unfortunately, you had fallen back asleep.

All the cowboy could do was set the tray of food back in the kitchen before coming back into the bedroom, slipping into his side of the bed, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into him, pressing a kiss onto the top of your head.

Sometimes things didn’t always go as planned but that doesn’t mean the outcome isn’t always as good, and this was one of those things. Perfect in its own way.

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[08melancholie]

Untouched. — Micah/Reader

tags: Loss of Innocence, Loss of Virginity, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Gentle Sex, Mild Hurt/Comfort, always have to include some angst sorry guys, Porn with Feelings, Angst and Porn, Emotional Porn, Blood, Porn with minimal Plot, Angst with a Happy Ending, Guilt, Emotional, Emotional Hurt, Vaginal Sex, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Aftercare, Female Honorifics/Terms, Not Beta Read, no beta we die like Micah Bell, Established Relationship

summary: Virginity and sex have been a pretty taboo topic between you and your lover, Micah. You've been together a long time now and he's started initiating intimacy almost every night. But you were too scared, of the way the other girls described losing their innocences. So you turned it down every time. Finally, after realising how unfair you were being to Micah, you cave in, one fortunate night—surely, Micah will take care of you? It probably would have been smart to ask if the two of you both lost your virginities, first.

a/n: another micah fic to heal my unresolved trauma.. mmmmm yes. do u guys like your h/c with your smut or am i alone on this..

warnings: loss of virginity

words: 3,514 | AO3 LINK

You always heard that it hurt, stung and bled a lot. It made you afraid, that much was sure. What made it worse was how much Micah wanted it—he hinted at it every night when in bed with you. So many nights in which he'd do everything he needed to, hoping that you'd finally give in and finally sleep with him. But no; every night, you chickened out. All of the other girls had told their experiences, most of them sounding absolutely terrifying—some of them saying they were crying, even. It was horrific, and it scared you away from ever even wanting to lose your virginity.

But your lover never seemed to complain. Micah was quite understanding, even if he was unaware you were still untouched.

Another night approaches the two of you, hidden away from everyone inside Micah's tent. You're both already in your sleepwear, your back pressed to Micah's chest with his arm lazily slung around your abdomen. His face is buried into the crook of your neck, the exact space where the shoulder ends and extends to the neck. His breaths are slow and calm, but the energy feels weird. His actions feel a little reluctant, which you learned was usually an implication that he wants to ask something. So, you gently took his hand and squeezed to get his attention.

"Hm.?" He glanced at you from over your shoulder, groggily humming while fluttering his eyes open to see you in the dimly lit tent.

You slowly turned yourself around, wanting to look him in the eyes while you talked of this. "Something on your mind?" You feel his arm, on your back now that you turned over, tighten slightly—meaning you were right.

Micah was quiet for a moment, contemplating his answer while his hand went from lazily hanging into your body to holding it more firmly. "Just.. 'bout us." He mumbles his answer, partially scared to even bring this up. "I know.. you always say no to it. But, I would really like to show you.. my love in every way I can." His palm slowly moves around your lower back, caressing it through your thin nightwear in a circular motion.

You dreaded just talking about it, all your fear coming right back to you. You didn't want blood, tears, stinging and hurt. You didn't want that, not with your lover. "I know..." Your fear always got in the way before, that feeling of agony whenever this and any similar topic were brought up in conversation. Being the only person in camp still with your virginity, the girls who knew teased you relentlessly—don't even get started on the men. Alas, tonight felt a little different; you felt for Micah. He's been begging you for... months. It's all he's wanted from you for endless weeks, and he's been doing anything and everything to get you to agree. Micah has been so good to you, and yet you turn him down every time. It was pity you felt now, more than fear. And so, you prepare yourself to either make the best or the worst decision of your life. "I think.. tonight wouldn't be so bad." And there it is, finally out of your mouth.

You see Micah's darkened face lift to you, barely able to see you, but he's unmoving and just staring ahead at your face. After a moment, you hear him briefly and quietly chuckle. "Attagirl! I knew you'd come around, baby!" He's excited, like a child getting their favourite toy from the store, which makes this worth it no matter the experience. His arm tightens around you and he wastes no time scooting closer, giving you many reassuring and rewarding kisses and pecks on the lips, which you all return. His hand on your lower back is still massaging your back, but is now traveling lower, hovering over your rear. He brings his other hand into play, placing it on the back of your head and gently grabbing you by the hair, starting to deepen the kiss. At least you knew how to make out with him, thank God.

His hand finally reached your backside, and he gave it an experimental knead to hear your reaction—loving how you squeaked into his mouth at the sudden contact. So, he continued to massage your ass while deepening the kiss, his tongue finding itself exploring your mouth, not one singular crevice left untouched by your lover. You could feel yourself getting more hot, gradually. It was really happening. You had that same fear in the back of your head still, but it was overpowered by the lust slowly creeping up your body and down between your legs. "Let's do this right, hm?" Micah parts from your mouth and stops kneading at you, patting your rear before standing off the cot to light a lantern. He wanted to see you while he finally had you. "Lay on yer back for me, sweet thin'."

You do as he says—he's definitely the expert here—and shift from your side to your back, watching as he starts stripping off his shirt. The grey undershirt finds itself on the floor, and he gets back to the bed, this time climbing over you. It's a sight, seriously.

"Liking what you're finally seein', eh babydoll?" He lets out a brief chuckle before leaning back down to continue making out, one hand on your cheek and the other on your knee. His fingers are tinging, practically desperate to touch you, and it just sends more heat to your core and dampness to your underwear. He starts to slowly move his hand down, devilishly slowly. Your hands wrapped around his neck to pull him closer, and he started gently biting your lip. His hand slowly moved lower, soon enough finding itself on your inner thigh just under your chemise. "Let's see," he brushes over your clothed sex, finding you wet already and making you sigh into his mouth. It boosts his ego and he can't stop a small exhaled laugh leaving him. "damn, lookat'chu. Already so wet fer me?" He drawls, pulling away from your mouth to give you a breather. He fiddles with the hem of your undergarments, just barely sliding his fingers under it. "How about we get this off next?"

Your panties get tossed onto his shirt, and you feel very nude despite the chemise covering you perfectly fine. He's rightfully impatient to have you, and immediately swipes a finger through your folds to slick his finger up, the other hand fumbling with his jean zipper and button. It's happening. His slicked-up finger pressed to your entrance, slowly pushing itself inside as you mewled underneath him, just turning him more on with how responsive you were. "There we go," he pulls his jeans down while slowly entering and leaving your walls, fucking you with one finger. It's pure bliss; you're gasping at every thrust and curl of his finger, despite knowing what's coming every time. Then, he adds another digit. You moan, pleasure mixes with a small stinging, but it's soon drowned out by pleasure as Micah uses two fingers on your cunt, and starts rubbing circles into your nub with his thumb. "Shit, girl, you're tight." He comments, feeling how you clench around his digits and how hard it is to ease them in. He curls and scissors them inside you, more of your moans filling the tent. You look down at him as he slowly pulls his coated fingers out, seeing him kick his jeans off and pull his drawers down. It's actually happening.

He's fully nude now, crawling to your knees and beckoning you to sit up. You comply and he grabs the hem of your chemise, quickly removing it off your now bare body and throwing it to the other discarded clothing of yours. Both of you, nude as the day you were born. "You don't even know how purty 'ya are," He shimmies back onto the bed, looking down at you for a moment. "turn around, on your hands and knees." The command feeds into the fire in your abdomen, feeling butterflies practically attacking it. You roll over in compliance, lifting you hips up. You hear the cot creak quietly before his hands find your hips. It's finally happening. You cling to the pillow that the lower half of your face is buried into, grabbing fistfuls of the plush material to brace yourself. Good that you did. Micah—still unaware—doesn't even try to wait, and with no warm-up thrusts, he lines himself up.

The way the pillow muffles out the sound that escapes you, a pained and squeaky yelp, makes Micah unaware of the fact you're hurting. He's pushing himself in further, and you're gripping onto the pillow for dear life. The other girls were right—it burns, stings and you can't even move your body in protest. "Damn, girl.. still so tight?" Micah murmurs, but something just feels odd—even more so when he feels you start shaking. Tears have begun seeping out of your eyes, like the girls said they might. The pillow is absorbing every little drop, but it's your body that betrays you as you start shaking, and it all goes to shit. "Hey—honey, 'ya good.?" Micah leans over your back slightly, and seeing as he gets no response other than a muffled sob, he withdraws himself out of you, earning another yelp from you. And, that's when he sees it.

His tip is red, covered in both your slick and blood. He feels his body stiffen as he looks down at it, then at your bleeding sex. He's not a fool or an idiot; he knows exactly what it all means. "Jesus fucking Christ.." Micah instantly gets off of the cot, picking his jeans and undergarments off the floor. He doesn't even bother to wipe his shaft—now soft, from the realisation of the horrific situation he's put you in—before he tucks himself away, just staring at your weeping form as you shake. It takes him a moment to break out of it, but he's instantly coming over to comfort you as he does. "My God, I am.. so sorry, my sweet girl." He coos, walking to your side of the bed and gently rubbing your head, his palm caressing you as his fingers tangle in your hair. "I am a moron.. I never noticed or.. even asked—God, babydoll..." He curses himself mentally, the sounds of your crying fogging his brain completely.

You slowly sit up on the cot, with slight issue, wiping your face dry. "No.. I should have told you—it's why I never.." Micah nods and cuts you off with a "I know" as he extends his arms, his stomach churning at the sight of you like this. You don't need another word from him before you crawl over and fall into his arms, emotions higher than usual. Your tears overtake you again, and you're weeping into his shoulder while hugging him impossibly close. And so, It happened.

You always imagined your first time would be this.. fairy-tale moment you read about in books, but it was so much worse. Micah is cooing quiet reassurances into your ear, and you're crying into his shoulder as you're still bleeding down under. This, it was the opposite of what you read about—it was so much worse. "I'm sorry.. I ruined this for us." You mumbled against his skin, your words barely coherent.

"No—No, don't even say that." Micah practically scolds you, not even wanting to hear about any of that. "You didn't do anything, 'ya hear? I should have known.. or at least asked." He huffs and brings his head into your hair, sighing shakily against it. "So sorry, babygirl. I would have been.. so much gentler, if I knew." His voice is quiet and soft—highly uncharacteristic, but you like it, in a way. You just hug tighter to him, feeling a drop of your blood ooze down your thigh.

Once you two finally compose each other, Micah makes you take a seat on the cot. "I'm gonna take care of 'ya, doll. That okay?" You nod before he walks over to another corner of the tent, getting out a clean rag he keeps about before returning. He kneels before you, placing his free hand on your thigh. "Spread them," he can barely look when you comply to his command, seeing the blood again. He pushed his own feelings aside—you're doing much worse than he is—and gently parts your thighs some more before bringing the rag to your bloody mound, very carefully wiping you clean. You gasp a few times as the rough rag brushes over you, but bite your lip to keep quiet. Once he's done with you, he kisses your inner thigh and murmurs another apology before standing and turning away from you, unzipping himself free and wipe off what was on his shaft from before.

You're looking up at the back of his head; you feel guilty, terrifying him this way after you finally gave in to the one thing he was missing from you. "Micah.." He tosses the rag and hides himself back into his jeans, turning around to the sound of your voice addressing him. "I.. I don't want this to end."

Micah creases a brow at your statement, a tad confused. "Baby, we won't do anything you—" "I want to, Micah You cut him off, wanting him to understand, so badly. "You said you could.. be more gentle, right.?" Micah silently nodded, ready to hear you out. You look up into his eyes—guilt-ridden like your own, somber and hurt. Finally, after a long pause of melancholic eye-contact, you speak. "Can you show me?"

Silence fills the tent, and Micah can't find it in him to respond right away. He stares down at you sitting there, face ridden with dried tears and your body still nude. Even after he's hurt you, made you sob and weep and shiver—you'll still try to make it work. He's in awe with you, really. So many nights he spent wishing you'd let him in, let him show you love in the most intimate of ways he knows of, just for it to go so south. Alas, you're still willing; willing to try, for him.

The pause between you is hellishly long, so long you even start to feel a bit nervous. Micah breaks up the silence after what feels like years. "Are you sure, baby?" And as you silently nod, it's all he needs to hear. "I'll do this right, show 'ya how nice it can be." He steps up to you, kneeling before you once again. Micah's hands part your thighs, happy to see you not bleeding any longer. "You trust me?" He looks up at you from between your thighs—a sight you could get used to—as he asks. And you nod again; you do trust him, with your life.

Your wordless nod is enough for him, coaxing you to lay back with one hand on your stomach while rubbing and slowly parting your thigh some more. "I'm gonna take good care of 'ya, hm? You gonna let me, dollface?" Of course you'll let him; you couldn't find it in you to decline him even if you wanted to. Which you absolutely don't. You lean down but keep yourself held up to watch him. "Good," Where he would usually tease or prolong the process, he can't do it to you after what just happened. "did you like how I did it previously?" One quick glance and a nod from you before he lifts his hand off your stomach and slicks him thumb up on his tongue, pressing it to your clit and circling it around.

If he could, he'd get the sweet sounds of pleasure you let out on a record and play it on Dutch's gramophone every damn second of the day.

You're gasping and sighing, looking down at his moving digit over your sensitive nub with hazy eyes, your lips slightly parted the entire time. He's drinking it all in, your sounds and expressions as he works up the wetness between your walls again. You mewl his name a few times, and it instantly un-softens him. "Damn, baby.." He looks mesmerised with you, staring at you like you're the most beautiful thing to grace the planet; which, to him, you most certainly are. After he deems it long enough, he slows down his thumb, not stopping but still moving at a reasonable pace for you to meet him back on earth and in the tent from wherever the blissful experience took you. "Okay, I'm gonna start with one, is that alright with you, princess?" You simply nod, watching him show you his index finger. With your silent consent, he rubs around your entrance briefly before slowly sliding it in, making you gasp briefly but enjoyably. He slowly curls and thrusts it out and back in, repeating the process a few times before looking back up at you. "And, how many do you want me to stop at?" He asks his question carefully, waiting on your response. You contemplate your limit and decide on stopping at three for today, and he nods. "Let's see how that feels for you, hm?" He makes sure to slowly coax the second digit into you, watching your face—both for any discomfort and to see your pleasured facial expression. You sigh, fluttering your eyes closed and clenching around him, which he just gives a faint smile to. "I'mma go real slow, baby," He slides both fingers halfway and curls them, making you breathily moan and clutch onto the sheets. He withdraws them to the very fingertips, then pushes back in a bit more quickly, slowly and surely getting you used to the feeling. Soon enough, you're clenching tightly around three fingers, shuddering and groaning breathily.

"That's it, pretty girl." He's praising you all throughout the process, he's gentle and showing you he cares—that he loves you. He's doing exactly what he planned out; showing you his love in the most intimate way he knows to. He draws his three digits fully into you, a nice curl against your walls that makes you lean your head back slightly. "Heh, 'ya think that's good?" He keeps them inside you a brief moment longer before fully pulling out, giving your sweet juices a taste. You watch him pop his digits between his lips, practically sucking your slick out of his skin. You watch in awe.

He's quick to pop them out of his mouth, chuckling lightly at your reaction to it. "I got somethin' even better for 'ya, darlin'." He drawls, wasting no time in returning his thumb to your bundle of nerves. When you assume that's all, he still manages to surprise you.

Your head rolls back when his tongue enters your cunt, fucking into it. It's quick and repetitive, almost making your head spin from pleasure. You hadn't experienced something like it yet, and you just want more. You grip the sheets and lean back, spreading your legs more. Micah gives you a little hum, patting your thigh as praise with his free hand. Then, he grips it and places your leg on his shoulder, diving back in. This position is all the better—he's brushing all the right spots inside you, making you whine and squirm—and you feel the heat in your stomach rise with every thrust of his tongue to your walls. You let him know of this, and he hums into your cunt, which makes you squeak out another moan. This man...

It's not long before you arch off of the cot and squeeze your thighs slightly, your orgasm meeting you. Micah just continues to eat you out, his moustache getting soaked with the juices of your high. He stops when your legs un-squeeze and let go of him, moving his head away from between your thighs. His lips are glistening, and he comes up to give you a taste of yourself, stealing a long kiss from you while rubbing your outer thigh comfortingly. "Did so good, my girl." He breaks the kiss to grab the rag and wipe off the space between your thighs, affectionately kissing your neck and shoulder while he does so, slowly and enjoyably. Taking care of you how you imagined him to.

When he finishes, he helps get you back into your nightwear. "Next time you want to try, I'm makin' sure we're both ready," He lays himself behind you after blowing the lantern out, like you were before tonight escalated. "and I'll make it an experience you won't forget, babydoll." He kisses the nape of your neck, brushing his moustache over your bare skin while rubbing your abdomen lovingly, showering you in the comfort and praise you knew would come out of him one day.

You trust his words; you know he'll make you enjoy it one day.

Kudos on AO3 always appreciated! I finally finished this fic after putting it off for weeks.. thank you very much for reading it!

[laxmiree]

[CN] MLQC Season 2 Chapter 59 Translation [Lucien’s Route (2/3)]

⚠️  SPOILER ALERT  ⚠️

This post contains a VERY HEAVY SPOILER for the chapter that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

"Perhaps we won't be able to see each other tomorrow"... could he have already foreseen tonight's situation?

I will never allow anyone to hurt Lucien.

Translation under the cut!

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—[Lucien's Route - 6: Crimson Stained Pool]—

Baldhead: Hey, you've all seen it, right? Tonight, we're going to kill that uncle!

As soon as night falls, Baldhead eagerly states his intention. We follow him towards the older man's room, but Mousy looks a bit confused.

Mousy: Why... is there something wrong with that uncle?

Baldhead: How can you be so dumb! That old man is indeed very active in discussions, and just like X said, it seems like he wants to have some control over the conversation.

Baldhead: But later, he didn't raise his hand immediately. Didn't you find that strange?

MC: Mm... it seems like he's a seer who isn't good at hiding his identity, subconsciously excluding himself from the "people who need to be verified.”

Baldhead: Not bad. MC gets it.

Baldhead: That old man is too unfamiliar with the game. He doesn't realize that we are watching every move he makes. Got it?

Under Baldhead's forceful words, Mousy only dares to nod timidly and follows our steps forward.

Tonight's operation was very successful. Everything goes smoothly, from opening the door to throwing the uncle into the pool.

Sweeping away the strange events of last night, the three of us werewolves see a look of satisfaction on each other's faces.

The clear water surface is dyed red again, and the pool emits that inexplicable light before dimming. I look at my two teammates.

MC: Today, I was the first to raise my hand. The others probably won't suspect me too much. So I plan to…

MC: ...take the uncle's place and act as the seer.

✂———————–

The next morning, there's a knock on the door again. I open it and effortlessly slip into the embrace of the person standing there.

MC: Hmm, I feel like my headache has eased... Is Professor Lucien still acting as the alarm clock in the game?

Lucien rubs my head and, seeing that I am indeed much better than yesterday, sighs softly and holds me even tighter.

Lucien: [chuckles softly] Yes. It's a hidden feature that's only available to a certain little lady who worries me.

I smile and bury my face in his chest. His shirt presses against my cheek, and his warm body temperature melts away all my stress.

Whenever I embrace Lucien, it seems I can break free from my werewolf role and reconnect with the real world.

At this moment, I only wish this moment could last a little longer.

✂———————–

When the butler knocks on the door for the third time, I reluctantly pull Lucien out of bed.

[....is 'doing it' possible in VR. anw man really sneak out so early to sleep together with her hjdfjhdfjdf-]

MC: Alas, it's time to go to the banquet hall for another "meeting" again~

MC: Such a magnificent banquet hall. It would be so nice just to eat and drink inside, but it's always a war of words every time.

Lucien straightens my crooked collar, unable to hold back a smile as he takes over the conversation.

Lucien: [chuckles] Indeed, it seems that in this villa, being the "butler" is much happier than being the "guest.”

Lucien: They neither "lose their life" nor miss the chance to enjoy the sea view every day.

As we pass the uncle's room, I see his name has already been crossed off the door plate. Lucien and I don't stop; we head straight to the banquet hall.

After the luncheon begins, I take a deep breath and stand up.

MC: Everyone, I am actually... a seer.

I say these words rather haltingly. Although I don't look at Lucien, I can feel his scrutinizing gaze.

.......This is really nerve-wracking; I'm so anxious.

Almost everyone present holds their breath, watching me and waiting for my words. I compose my expression, speaking in a serious tone.

MC: On the first night, I checked White Angel. She is a good person, so I didn't rush to reveal my identity.

MC: And yesterday, the uncle was very active but didn't raise his hand immediately, so I found him suspicious.

MC: I checked him last night, and the result showed he was human. I planned to clear his name today but didn't expect him to become the werewolves' target.

MC: Although I haven't identified a werewolf yet, I'm afraid that if I don't reveal my identity today, I might be replaced by a werewolf…

Baldhead: Wait a minute, you say you're the seer? Who knows if it's true or not!

Baldhead: Is there another seer here? If so, speak up!

Baldhead questioned me as I planned to solidify my identity. Sure enough, no one else steps forward.

.......We bet correctly! The uncle really was the true seer!

I try to control my racing heartbeat and calmly observe the reactions of the others.

Angel: If MC were lying, the actual seer would have come forward. There's no mistake. She is the seer.

White Angel is a petite girl. After speaking, she looks at me with a smile, her eyes showing evident affection and trust.

I smile back at her, barely able to contain the overwhelming joy inside me.

Let's let it unfold this way. Now that there's no one to contradict it, no one can expose this "lie" that has become an established fact!

Joker: Anyone could be a wolf, and everyone could be lying.

Joker speaks coldly, pouring cold water on my overwhelming joy without mercy.

Joker: To place all your trust in an unverifiable statement is the height of foolishness.

MC: …..

I secretly grit my teeth. I know that he wouldn't let me off the hook so easily!

I hold back my anger and calmly return a smile at him, but suddenly, a long-haired man on my right side stands up.

Long-haired man: My intuition tells me that MC is lying. We should vote her out!

MC: …..?

Long-haired man: When she mentioned the inspection results, it was as smooth as if she had rehearsed it. Her emotions were clearly acted out!

His eyes are filled with conviction, and his tone is rhythmic and compelling…

If only his rousing words weren't directed at me.

I nervously organize my rebuttal, and even my breathing becomes messy.

How come so many people in this game seem to have mind-reading abilities? How are we ordinary people supposed to keep playing?!

Lucien: Can you listen to my thoughts first?

At that moment, Lucien suddenly breaks the stalemate, standing between me and the long-haired man like a fair and just judge.

Lucien: Voting for execution is the only way to punish the wolf in the game. You can't make a decision based solely on revealed roles or doubts.

Lucien: However, the associated risks cannot be ignored. So, for this vote, please consider which person would benefit the current human faction more.

His words are neither biased nor include his judgment; he simply organizes everyone's thoughts.

I look at Lucien; his gaze is as clear as ever, without any unnecessary emotions.

Because of my prolonged gaze, he even tilts his head slightly as if asking me what's wrong.

I force a smile at him, trying my best to ignore the strange feeling in my heart.

Lucien... he must be secretly speaking up for me, right?

After all, under his guidance, the focus of the discussion has shifted from whether my role as a seer is real or fake to whether the long-haired man or I should be voted for.

The long-haired man clearly did not expect to become a suspect himself, and his voice is filled with frustration.

Long-haired man: I've been a stage actor; you shouldn't doubt my professional judgment! Do you think I can't tell the difference between acting and reality?

After a moment of silence in the room, Zhao Jianqiang, whose nameplate read “Strongman” ("Qiang Lai Le"), cautiously glanced at me and spoke.

[T/N: so……… how do I explain this joke? "Qiang Lai Le" comes from the phrase "你的强来了" (nǐ de qiáng láile), which literally means "Your strength is here." It's a buzzword that roughly translates to "I'm here to support you." This perfectly coincides with Zhao Jianqiang stepping in to support the MC right on time~]

Zhao Jianqiang: But if you're an actor, shouldn't your acting skills be better? According to what you're saying, you yourself seem more suspicious…

Angel: The person that she checked last night died this morning, and she still needs to disclose their identity. If it were me, I would also need to prepare a statement in advance.

Granmeow: Reality isn't a script. It's natural for people to get nervous when they're suspected.

The man with long hair's face turns extremely unpleasant. No matter how much he argues, others only become more firm in their thoughts.

The final outcome is beyond doubt; he becomes today's victim.

This time, people left the banquet hall early, one after another. After all, no one wants to see such cruel scenes again.

I turn around and take a glance. The man with long hair has already disappeared into the pool. I then turn back and walk towards Lucien.

Lucien doesn't mention the "bloodbath" at the banquet. He simply raises his arm, inviting me to join him.

Lucien: There's still some time until nightfall. Do you want to explore the mansion together?

MC: Of course!

I loop my arm through his, deciding to cast aside the worries in my heart and savor the rare moment of being together with Lucien.

Outside the window, the clouds press lower and lower, blending the sky and the sea into one in the mist.

✂———————–

—[Lucien's Route - 7: Unspoken Feelings]—

Lucien and I walk along the intricately decorated corridors of the mansion, occasionally encountering other players who are also searching.

When we run into Zhao Jianqiang, I notice his complexion is a bit pale.

MC: [worriedly] Why do you look so pale? Do you need to rest?

Zhao Jianqiang: I'm fine, boss, just a bit of a headache…

MC: .......I also feel a headache, "Carnival Night" is quite a brain teaser to play.

I make sure he doesn't have any other symptoms for the time being and reluctantly feel a bit relieved. After asking the butler to help him rest, I continue on my way.

Although the mansion covers a vast area, there isn't much valuable information to be found.

Lucien and I stroll to the master's room. The tightly closed door is pushed open, and the heavy, wet sound echoes for a long time.

We both instinctively hold our breath and stand still.

In the pure white space, all that can be seen are clear waters. Rather than a bedroom, this place resembles an abandoned swimming pool.

The pool water gently ripples as if whispering or subtly warning, exuding an indescribable sense of cold and desolate beauty.

The snow-white walls and the bottom of the pool reflect a cool-toned light, and the space ahead seems like an endless liminal space.

Standing at the pool's edge, I suddenly feel an inexplicable attraction and deep fear, almost uncontrollably wanting to step into the water.

A hand wraps around my waist from behind, lifting me slightly off the ground. My toes trace a light circle in the air before I return to the floor.

MC: ….!

It is only then that I come to my senses and look at Lucien.

His gaze falls on the calm and mysterious blue pool water, then he looks at me and blinks somewhat pitifully.

Lucien: Does this lady want to explore alone and not take me with her?

Whenever Lucien speaks to me in this tone, my heart becomes completely soft.

So, I quickly dip my hand into the pool and sprinkle some water near Lucien.

MC: How could I not? Of course, I have to bring our Mr. Hunter along!

MC: I always feel like this mansion is so mysterious... Maybe there are some secrets hidden deep in this room as well.

MC: Will you go into the water with me to take a look?

Lucien and I intertwine our fingers together, and we slowly step into the pool, letting the cool water surround our ankles.

Step by step, we move forward. The pool water gradually rises to our knees, then our waists, gently pushing against our bodies as if guiding us to go deeper.

Lucien: Be careful, there are steps here.

After stepping over the underwater steps, the water reaches just below my chest. This is nearly the lowest point of the room, and my foot suddenly hits something hard.

Lucien reaches out and retrieves it. It's a metal box filled with yellowed pages that seem out of place in this mansion.

What is even more surprising is that the pages are completely dry, and they recorded some legends about an ancient underwater god and some incomprehensible ancient rituals.

A secluded mansion built by the seaside, with water visible everywhere inside, had an execution method of throwing people into the pool…

A series of clues appeared in my mind, and although they seem all related to my personal mission, they still leave me a little puzzled.

I hide my thoughts and cautiously phrase my question to Lucien.

MC: I don't quite fully understand all this information. Could this mansion be related to some kind of water ritual?

In the boundless pool, cool-toned light dances around us. The surroundings are so silent that only our faint breathing and the rippling of the water can be heard.

Lucien spreads out his hands and reaches into the pool water as if feeling this calm yet eerie expanse.

Lucien: These texts describe an ancient water ritual, and the design of the water channels in this mansion is also related to it.

He gently scoops up a handful of water and lets it fall back down, causing the light and shadows in the water to shift accordingly.

Lucien: I guess that with each person pushed into the water, a part of the ritual is completed.

MC: ...No wonder, when those people fell into the water, it was as if they were swallowed up by something, and the water emitted light!

Lucien: Hmm. So as long as we can draw the design of all the water channels connected in this mansion, we might be able to understand some things.

A meaningful smile appears on his lips, making me unable to resist asking further questions.

MC: Understand what?

Lucien: The truth behind the ongoing werewolf killings in this villa, the consequences of completing the ritual, and…

Lucien: The reason why the mansion's owner has yet to appear.

I am listening intently to his deductions while secretly plotting how to sacrifice everyone in the ritual.

But upon hearing the last sentence, I suddenly feel so guilty that I almost buckle and fall into the water. Quickly, I lower my head and change the subject.

MC: T-this is so dangerous! Let's quickly map out the pool structures in all the rooms and have everyone look for patterns together.

Lucien, who is standing in front of me, says nothing. When I look up, I realize he is silently gazing at me, his expression stern and cold.

Lucien: There is another possibility; perhaps we won't be able to see each other tomorrow.

MC: ….

I understand what Lucien means. Given his role as a hunter and outstanding performance over the past few days, tonight, he will likely be the werewolves' target.

I look at his faint, acquiescent expression, and suddenly, a heaviness settles in my heart.

I know that Lucien must have noticed my unusual behavior long ago.

I have never been good at lying in front of him. He must have already discovered the nights I secretly hid and the moments I was startled by my own cruelty.

I don't know how to respond to him. I should appear worried, but I want to tell him that the vicious "werewolf" never intended to kill him.

I also don't know whether I should continue enduring alone and playing this slightly strange role or be honest with him about everything.

Various possibilities tug at my mind, leaving me frozen in place. I don't know what expression is on my face, but it must be very odd.

A moist finger touches my cheek, and I tremble. I see that Lucien has already come to stand before me at some point.

Immediately after, he opens his arms and envelops me in a hug, covering up the response that I can't weave.

Lucien: [softly sighs, then whispers gently to comfort] Don't be afraid, we will make it to the end.

Amid the hallucinatory light reflections of the water, I am entranced, silently confiding all my anxieties and worries to Lucien through the long embrace.

✂———————–

["Perhaps we won't be able to see each other tomorrow." MAN 🤧🤧🤧 In addition to trying to probe her again, just like when he asked if she would lie to him, he predicted that other werewolves would definitely pressure MC. The outcome of this night would give him some kind of answer, and he couldn't help but secretly feel unease and grievance, which ultimately turned into a soft sigh as he comforted her again. No matter what, he will still respect her choice.]

✂———————–

—[Lucien's Route - 8: Heart Cleansing Cold Spring]—

Baldhead: Why are you thinking about killing Joker again? Did you forget that he was already guarded before? It's all for nothing!

As night falls, Baldhead and I engage in a heated debate over tonight's target for execution.

MC: I revealed myself as a seer during the day, so tonight, the guardian will protect me. Joker is too dangerous, he can't stay.

Baldhead: Then why not kill X? He's so clever. If we leave him till later, it's us werewolves who'll be the victims!

Baldhead: With so many people left, even if X takes someone out with a gunshot before he dies, it might not necessarily be us.

I endure the headache and listen silently, but suddenly, I recall the words Lucien said to me during the day.

"Perhaps we won't be able to see each other tomorrow"... could he have already foreseen tonight's situation?

I will never allow anyone to hurt Lucien.

From the beginning of the game, I've been very clear about my purpose in choosing this game.

Regardless of our roles, winning or losing this game doesn't matter. I want to walk through this game with him until the end.

I take a deep breath, trying to make my voice sound as calm as possible.

MC: You must have noticed that X and Joker have a distinctly different attitude towards me.

MC: Joker always shifts the suspicion onto me, while X often speaks up for me. It should be clear who should stay and who should go, right?

As soon as I finish speaking, Baldhead glances at me sideways, pulling a contemptuous smile.

Baldhead: You’re dressing your selfish motives with such grandiose words. Don't think I don't know—you and X know each other, right?

Baldhead: Every time you explore, you two are always together like conjoined twins, never separate. You just want to ensure he can be in the game for a few more days.

I instantly get angry and can't help but clench my fists. Because of self-righteous people like this, I've been having such a hard time playing!

As the atmosphere grows tense, Mousy weakly raises his hand.

Mousy: Um, how about we give up on these two and target someone we are sure to succeed with? After all, reducing the number of humans is our main goal…

We remain at an impasse for a long time, and in the end, we reluctantly draw lots from the remaining candidates and target the inconspicuous Granmeow.

Before we part, Baldhead stands before me and laughs mockingly without a care.

Baldhead: Now, let's see how the “fake seer" will come up with a story tomorrow!

✂———————–

Back in my room, I can't help but angrily pound the bed to vent my frustration.

MC: Damn it, it turns out that he looks down on me!

I toss and turn in anger, but there's nothing I can do because that person is my teammate. It’s only just before dawn that I finally manage to get some sleep.

However, I hadn't slept for long when the door was knocked on. I got up, still sleepy, and found that it was only 6:30 AM.

As soon as I open the door, Lucien walks in, opens his arms, and hugs me.

I initially want to say something, but when he holds me, the exhaustion and headache seem no longer need to be expressed with words.

I can't help but nuzzle his shoulder and mumble as I start to speak.

MC: Why is Professor Lucien the alarm clock going off so early today?

His chest is pressed close to mine and trembles like a resonating violin. Lucien's voice carries an unconcealed note of laughter.

[a fox wagging his tail happily when he finds out in the morning that his wife still wants to play with him.jpg. still, in addition to happiness, he is even more worried about her because it must be hard for her to protect him🤧]

Lucien: When I woke up this morning and found I was still alive, I felt that the little lady might have some troubles.

Remembering the argument with my teammate last night, I have the illusion of being completely seen through by him. So, I look up and poke the smile at the corner of his lips with my fingertip.

MC: It seems Professor Lucien is very happy?

Lucien shakes his head, his long fingers running through my hair, bringing a feeling of comfort to my heart.

Lucien: [in a gentle tone] Although I'm very happy, I'm more worried about you. How are you? Does your head still hurt?

Seeing me nod, he gently presses my forehead, the pressure so comforting it touches my heart. I lie quietly on him, unable to help but sigh.

MC: It's much better now, but... this game is more challenging than I thought. I don't know who I'll have to check next.

Lucien speaks softly by my ear.

Lucien: [whispers softly] Sometimes, to achieve a goal, it is necessary to sacrifice an unstable presence.

Upon hearing his whisper, my relaxed body feels as if it's been jolted by cold water, bringing me to full alertness.

An unstable presence...? This phrase sounds like a subtle hint, making me feel that Lucien truly knows something.

I can't help but look at him, and in those always captivating eyes, there is now only a gentle yet turbulent undercurrent reflected.

Outside the window, raindrops hit the glass, leaving behind glistening trails. After days of cloudy weather, the rain finally fell on the island.

✂———————–

The thunderous sound of waves crashing against the rocks comes from all directions, shaking the entire villa as if it were about to swallow the isolated island whole.

In the banquet hall, I stand up amidst the heavy and terrifying sound of ocean waves.

MC: Last night, I checked the Ferocious and Superior Baldhead. Unfortunately, he is a werewolf.

My accusation sparks a heated discussion, and I stand firmly amidst the flurry of voices.

Just as Lucien said, sacrifice is necessary, especially if it means sacrificing a "bad person.”

Baldhead: Nonsense!

Baldhead's face is full of disbelief as he pushes back his chair and stands up, his chest heaving violently.

Baldhead: This is a setup! I've always been human! How can you say that? You are the wolf!

I know, but so what? Aren't you curious about how I, the "fake seer," will perform today? This is my answer.

I look at him expressionlessly, my tone cold.

MC: As a seer, I'm merely stating the results of my checks.

Baldhead: You!

In the thunderstorm, the flickering cold light covers Baldhead's face, making his expression appear even more ferocious.

A twinge of fear arises in my heart, and I hear Lucien beside me start to speak thoughtfully with his calm voice.

Lucien: Hmm... I see.

Lucien: In the previous rounds of voting, he seemed to use emotional statements to guide the situation but quickly withdrew, avoiding decisive comments.

Lucien: His votes were also decisive, without any hesitation.

Lucien: This way of disrupting the situation without leaving any evidence does indeed seem like…

Lucien swallows the unfinished end of his sentence, and this pause clearly gives people more room for imagination. The others look at Baldhead with increasing conviction in their eyes.

Zhao Jianqiang: He... is the werewolf, isn't he?

Angel: There's no mistake. I trust MC.

More and more people believe that he is the wolf, the evil wolf mingling among the good people.

Baldman’s face is flushed red with anger, and I can even see his teeth gritting through his gaze.

Joker: Even if he is the wolf, you are not necessarily the seer.

Joker suddenly speaks, standing up while leaning on the back of the chair. His emotionless tone clearly conveys his distrust.

Joker: There is also a third possibility.

The Joker squints his eyes, his gaze circles between Baldhead and me, and finally returns to me.

Joker: It’s a dog-eat-dog* situation, a wolf kills another wolf.

[T/N: while 狗咬狗 literally mean “dog-bite-dog”, it's more of a metaphor for the struggle and fighting between bad guys]

MC: ….?

Joker: All of you subconsciously ignored a possibility. The real seer might have already died, and she is a fake.

Joker: If you later find out that the seer you firmly believed in is actually a wolf, there will be no turning back.

On the surface, I smile disdainfully, but in reality, I feel exhausted. He has guessed everything correctly.

Joker really should have been dealt with earlier! He will be executed tonight!

I don't dare let his words go unchallenged for fear that the people present might turn their suspicion towards me, so I can only speak up with “righteous indignation”.

MC: ....After saying so much, where is the evidence? It can't all be your subjective conjecture, right?

MC: Since I revealed my identity as a seer, no one has ever tried to "compete" with me for this identity.

MC: And Baldhead has never made any notable speeches; even if there were a vote, it would never come to him-

I take a deep breath, desperately and silently think of my words, then say them out loud with conviction.

MC: If we are all wolves, as you say, we should be biding our time and hiding our strength even more——

MC: Instead of throwing mud at each other at this moment, causing unnecessary losses to our own faction, right?

I speak convincingly, while Joker remains aloof, indifferently throwing a word.

Joker: Whatever.

In the end, those who were initially hesitant still tend to trust me.

The attendant drags the constantly struggling Baldhead toward the pool. Until the moment he falls into the water, he stubbornly looks at me, his eyes filled with hatred.

I do not respond to his gaze; I simply watch as the clear pool water is once again stained bright red.

✂———————–

—[Lucien's Route - 9: Lectures About "Dreams” (Non-story/a.k.a Stage part)]—

The closest dream represents the most distant thing.

✂———————–

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[the-fiction-witch]

Every Penny

Media - My Left Hand Man/ Phantom Halo / Sleep No More Character - Samuel Emmerson Couple - Samuel X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - 15 Swearing / childbirth / death/ gore/ abuse Word Count - 3808

The summer sun cascades softly through the broken window, and the old moth-eaten sheets from the thrift store do a terrible job of blocking out the sunlight. The scent of bacon drifting in on the breeze from next door's kitchen window, The sounds of dogs barking, motorbikes revving and a few people shouting around the culdesac do nothing to arouse them.

The room was sparse and tattered, the plaster of the walls flaking off from dampness, and a few holes in the walls courtesy of Samuel's father. The walls a pale grey with a scuffed and chipped wooden floor. A few colourful comic posters lined the walls covering some of the older and worse holes in the walls. None of the furniture matched all of it picked up from garage sales and thrift stores and when the old stuff fell apart, none of it ever matched even slightly, A small shelf in the corner of comics and Shakespeare books, a small clothing rail held together with tape hanging a few dresses, shirts and jackets, a wooden chest of drawers to the side chipped and broken with the fake wood pealing from the MDF, one small bedside table where a few candles sat, and a old wooden double bed without a footboard, pushed into the corner so only one side was really accessible. The room did have space for the bed to be in the centre but Samuel liked it better this way, he could lay on his side and have Y/n tucked into the corner with the walls to her sides, keeping her safe in his arms so no one could get to her without going through him first.

Within the bed, Samuel lays, on his back, his right hand behind his head to help prop up his small pillow, his right knee slightly up and his left foot dangled off the end of his short bed. Wearing his grey faded old t-shirt that's miles too big for his body, and a pair of blue boxers full of holes as half-broken elastic. His blonde hair was a messy mop a little fluffy from last night's cold shower, and his left arm was draped over Y/n.

Y/n lay on her side, her legs bundled up to avoid the end of the bed, one leg wrapped around Samuel's, her head resting softly against his chest, her hand draped over his stomach, her Y/h/c hair in a braid down her back also a little fluffy from their shared cold shower last night, in a pair of pink panties and one of Samuel's old white T-shirts.

The sheets had been pushed off them both as it was far too hot without AC in their little room.

A sudden bang caused them both to flinch, as the front door slammed shut. Heavy footsteps marched across the house and it all ended with another bang of a door being slammed.

By now both Y/n and Samuel were awake, He held her in a tight grip until he knew it was over and they were both safe.

"Dad's home," Samuel sighed,

"Ummm," She nodded,

"Good Morning Deare," He cooed down to her,

"Good morning," She yawned,

"You sleep okay?"

"I did," she nodded, "Still sleeping though,"

"Okay, you sleep a little while longer," he cooed kissing her forehead, "Ummm can you smell it?"

"Mhm," she nodded,

"Must be the start of the month, Neighbours have bacon money," He chuckled but even the word made both their stomachs groan and rumble,

"But alas we do not have bacon monies,"

"I know… but we can still smell it,"

"All I smell is you, and the one-dollar shampoo."

"Ooohh… do I smell good?"

"Not really,"

"I need another shower?"

"…No, but extra body spray today."

"It might be that body spray actually, the first hour or so it's fine then it starts making me smell like old oil,"

"…Where did you get it?"

"The cheap one from the corner store,"

"Maybe trade it out for a reduced store January shower set spray,"

"Ohh what like some Guddi contempt of court?"

"Yeah exactly," she chuckled before she finally sat up with a stretch, "Plan?"

"I am gonna go and do my Shakespeare, but scamper by two before the really dickish security guy shows up but after the lunch break rush. You have that uhh… what is it?"

"It is a health check at the free clinic," she shrugged as she got to her feet and began to gather clothes for the day, tossing Samuel a pair of boxers and a clean shirt as she tossed her own on the bed,

"Didn't you do one like three months ago?" He asked,

"I did, I'm not going cause I need to. They give you a free box of condoms, a pair of boxers and a coupon for the sandwich shop next door."

"Ahhh" he nodded, getting dressed too, "Sell the condoms to Rick at the nightclub for the bathroom machines?"

"Yep, bring the boxers home for you." she nodded,

"And we'll meet at the sandwich shop to split a footlong for dinner, before we go to the mall and check the dumpsters for the unsold sale stuff?"

"Sounds like a plan," she agreed slipping her jacket on,

"Okay, have a good day dear," He cooed, bringing her in for a hug and a kiss,

"You too Sammy," she cooed, "Bye,"

"Bye,"

"Love ya,"

"Love you too,"

Y/n gave him a playful shove grabbing her bag and heading out of the little house.

Samuel sighed a little and finished getting ready himself, He adored Y/n so much and wanted her in his arms all day every day but he knew that wasn't really an option. Not if they wanted to keep their heads above water, which was at times already pretty rough.

Samuel's dad drank, and gambled away every penny they had, Beckett did his best with whatever random side hustles he could get his hands on often working shift after shift for days on end. Samuel did what he could but he was too young for most places to take him on for a part-time job or anything like Beckett so he did street performances mostly, as well as him and Y/n had a variety of ways to accumulate cash, dumpster diving, thrift shopping, dog walking, paid reviews, coupons and reward programs. They never scammed anyone or lied to anyone they were just very efficient. Every penny being saved to one day let the two move out on their own, a much more desperate need now Y/n had moved in with him after some trouble with her stepdad.

Samuel counted up the cash from his performance, it wasn't bad, it would keep them afloat for a while. He walked to the free clinic and saw Y/n already outside with their free sandwich, her jacket done up and her arms crossed.

"Hi," he cooed kissing her forehead,

"Hi," She smiled softly but seemed a little distant,

He took her hand and they began the walk across town to the mall,

"How'd you do?" She asked as they found a metal bench outside the mall's parking lot,

"Thirty bucks," He nodded, "You?"

"Basic generic sandwich I'm afraid," she said as she pulled out the sub sandwich already cut in two, Samuel looked at the two and gave her the bigger half,

"It's cool I like a generic sandwich," he nodded,

"I tried to use it for the bigger ones but it is set up only for a small or a kids meal,"

"Damn," he sighed as they ate,

"But is it extra veg cause it was Lisa working,"

"Ummm, we need to make sure we go on Tuesdays she's really good with the serving sizes,"

"Yeah, and new boxers are in my bag, you got blue ones this time,"

"Ooohh I like blue," he nodded, "Good maybe I can toss the ones I've been sleeping in there's nothing left of them,"

"And I already texted Rick he'll have the condoms off us for the vending machine at a dollar each,"

"Box size?"

"Twelve,"

"Oooohh! Good job," He nodded kissing her on the cheek, "Oh- And I grabbed a bunch of one-dollar-fifty flyers for the Burger place, some guy was handing them out."

"Expiration?"

"Friday next week,"

"Code?"

"552."

"Oooooooh good boy," she nodded resting her head on his shoulder, "We eating good the next week or so then,"

"You okay?" he asked noticing she was still a little off,

"… yeah it… nothing," she clearly lied,

"Y/n, come on Deare, you can tell me," he cooed wrapping an arm around her waist,

"Sam… Samuel I'm pregnant."

He froze, "…Humm? you- you what?"

"I am pregnant,"

"… Right …okay …Well …That's news."

"I know," She sighed,

"I thought you were on -"

"I was, but the free pill I was on got changed to not be free anymore and the one that is free apparently stops working if you aren't consistently eating."

"Shit." he sighed, "How did you find out?"

"Clinic told me, apparently it was all part of the free testing."

"I'm so sorry Y/n, I wish I was there to hold your hand at least." He cooed hugging her tightly, "Are you okay?"

"… It's a lot,"

"I understand that," He nodded, "Discussion or distraction right now?"

"Distraction, please."

"Okay," he agreed, "Come on, let's have ourselves a dig," He cooed,

He took her hand and they headed behind the mall to where all the store's dumpsters sat, this was their usual scheme, of digging through and finding the unsold merchandise for them to resell, but he made sure Y/n just sat comfortably while he worked not wanting her to get hurt.

Once the sun set they started up Samuel's old battered car, and headed out to run food deliveries, as they almost always did long into the night. Samuel drove and let Y/n snuggle up to his arm letting her relax as they finally talked it over.

"Do you want to keep it?" he asked,

"Do you want me to?"

"I do not get a say in this, this is your body. I will never tell you what to do with it, Y/n."

"We can't afford a baby,"

"True," he nodded,

"But we also can't afford to get rid of the baby,"

"We can, it would mean dipping into the savings but… if it's what you want,"

"No," She answered,

"No?" he asked, "You sure?"

"Is that okay?"

He softly smiled, "If that's what you want," he cooed kissing her softly, "Then I'm very excited to be a daddy,"

Samuel sat on the house's steps with Y/n in his arms, the two reading through a pregnancy book from the thrift store. Samuel's hand often stroked her small bump.

"See says here a balanced diet." He reminds her,

"If I wanna eat only chicken nuggets, I will eat only chicken nuggets. Baby says nugs so we eat nugs,"

"I know, but maybe something other than nugs today?"

"No,"

"Alright," he chuckled kissing her head, and then her bump, "You are gonna come out shaped like a chicken nugget I swear little one,"

"I mean… isn't it now kinda chicken nugget shaped?"

"Umm… the book says… it's an apple."

"That's size not shape,"

"I guess so, well you're a very nice little nugget in your mama's tum tum," he cooed giving her bump more little kisses, "Can you fetch me the little blue baby book off the shelf?"

"The baby-proofing one?"

"The very same,"

"Okay, just a sec," she cooed,

Samuel helped her to her feet and she headed inside, so he continued reading the book until he heard footsteps and immediately put himself between the steps and the door,

"Hi Samuel," Grace smiled,

"Ohh hey, Grace," he offered her a small smile, she only lived a few houses down and her father ran the small corner store, "What's up?"

"I just needed to pop by, about the gummies." She said as she came closer,

Samuel's blood ran cold, "I- I know I can get the money for them I swear, I just- I had to get them. For Y/n. She needed the vitamin gummies - She's struggling with baby as it is." He tried to reason with her but he knew if she was here it was already too late, with a sharp quick swing she chopped his little finger, and he cried out in pain,

"I'm sorry samuel, Father says thieves are bad for business and business has been very bad recently, and given the debt your dad has already built up… he thinks he's not getting his money. But it's okay now we even," She explained, "I hope Y/n's staying healthy," She nodded before she ran off into the night,

"Samuel!" Y/n gasped as she rushed out after hearing him yell, "Samuel what happened!" She quickly ushered him inside,

"I was dumb," He sighed as she took care of his finger for him, "I know I shouldn't have stolen them… but they were fourteen dollars and I didn't want to risk getting them close to expiration or second-hand or anything. We can't risk that with baby."

"I know, I'm sorry Sam-"

"Don't be sorry it's my own stupid fault," he sighed,

"It's still very sweet," She cooed kissing his bandage for him, "Thank you, Daddy," She giggled playing up a voice for their baby as she moved her stomach closer,

"You're welcome little one," he cooed kissing her bump,

But as he did the door opened and finally Beckett was home, which already was a sore topic.

"Hey!"

"Hey Sam, what happened to you?" Beckett asked,

"Grace came by,"

"Ah-"

"Yeah, she knows about Dad and his debt. Everywhere does."

"I know that sounds bad-"

"Sounds! It is bad Beckett. Where the hell have you been anyway?"

"Doing some stuff,"

"Stuff?"

"It's complicated, But new cars outside just arrived fresh off the order."

Samuel held Y/n close squeezing her hand in his knowing if she wasn't he would have torn into his older brother, "The car."

"Yeah, you wanna go -"

"You bought a Bently… you actually did it." He said in disbelief, "Need I remind you my girlfriend is pregnant,"

"Of course, I know-"

"We are having a baby. I have been digging through dumpsters for maternity clothes, I have legitimately considered selling a kidney to buy a goddamn Stoller, We don't even have groceries. and you bought a fucking Bently!"

"I know we're in the shit, but this will fix it you just got to give me time, and the Bently is a part of that, part of the image we need to sell to get this sorted. And it's an investment man."

"I'm hungry Beck." He told him, "Y/n is hungry, Our baby is hungry. And you stroll in with a fucking Bently."

"Here. get some Grociers." Beckett handed Samuel a few hundreds,

But Samuel knew better, "Where'd you get these?"

"I told you, time it's all part of the plan,"

"No." He told him as he threw it back, "I'm not risking fake bills at the supermarket,"

"They pass-"

"I don't care. I'm not risking it, cause if I get caught I can't lie my way out of it Beck. And I have important things to take care of, I'm not risking getting locked up." He said resting his hand softly on Y/n's bump,

"Fine… I'll go," Beckett sighed,

"Good, don't call us if you get caught."

Samuel was being as quiet as a mouse, as he slowly put together the crib he managed to snag from an online marketplace, it came in pieces so he was sitting and putting them all together to make the sweet little crib for their baby who was due to be born any day now. Y/n was having a nap in the bed as she'd had a bit of a tummy ache all day, and every so often as he worked he'd turn to the bed and kiss her little head, and her very heavy bump. Once it was all put together he admired his work, setting up the blanket, little cushions and the cute little teddy bear ready to show off to Y/n when she woke up, making it all cute for her to fawn over. When he jumped out of his skin as the window opened and Beckett's friend little Larry climbed in,

"Jesus come on in," Samuel whisper yelled,

"What?" He protested,

"Shhh!" Samuel said pointing to the sleeping Y/n,

"Sorry, look I need to grab something,"

"What?"

"Beckett told me I could hide something in your closet,"

"No, he wouldn't -"

"Just move." Larry pushed past him going into the wardrobe, digging around for something, "No. no no no no! It's gone!"

"What's gone?"

"Where is it you little shit!" Larry pushed Sameul up against the wall,

"Where's what!"

"My fucking money!"

"Money! I don't know about any money!"

"No? Cause I see a lot of new shit around here,"

"Yeah, Y/n's about to have the baby we have a lot of new shit."

"Oh, so you took my money for that you little fucker, not my problem you knocked up your girlfriend, so tell me. Where the fuck is my money, or I start asking her?"

"Don't you fucking dare!"

"Whoa! What the hell is going on!" Beckett rushed in and pulled them apart,

"My money is gone!"

"You stored money? in this house!" Beckett sighed,

"You fucking idiot." Samuel sighed,

"Check everywhere," Beckett nodded,

The three bolted around the house checking all the hiding places, every single penny was gone, all the fake money, all the debt money, all their savings, everything was gone.

"Oh my god- oh my god- What are we gonna do? We needed that money." Samuel began to panic,

"He took my money too the bastard," Larry complained,

"Who gives a shit about you two's monopoly money!" Samuel complained, "We needed that money, The baby is due any day how can I take her to the hospital with no money."

"Samuel calm down we'll find it-" Beckett reassured,

"You calm down!"

"We'll find him. And the money."

They searched all the usual spots but couldn't find him. Hours passed before finally Their father stumbled home drunk off his ass,

"Parepare his bed!" He yelled out,

"Where's the money dad?" Beckett asked,

"I had a very good night,"

"One hundred a fifty thousand dollars where the hell is it!"

"Quiet a night!"

"Where's the money?!" Samuel asked shaking his father,

"It's gone…"

"Of course it is…" Samuel broke away almost crying, "I needed that money, we all needed that money."

"We had your debts, that we needed to pay. We have bills we have to pay, Y/n is about to have Sam's fucking baby any day do you even give a shit! about any of us!" Beckett complained, "… I'm gonna have to kill him, we don't have a choice he's coming after us, you, me, Sam, even Y/n and the baby aren't safe cause of you!"

"We do not kill… in this house…" Their father muttered,

"They'll kill us if we don't!" Samuel complained,

"I saved a bit… see enough to pay-" he explained tossing some crumpled bills on the table,

"Pay for nothing! this won't even cover a taxi to the fucking hospital! let alone your debts with the casino!" Beckett began, before pulling out a gun,

"Beck- beck calm down-"

"Samuel, Wake Y/n, pack up your things, take everything we need. We're leaving."

"Beck- Please,"

"Every single fucking time, you cause us more and more problems."

"I was a king last night," Their father cooed,

Beckett pulled the trigger and luckily it was empty causing him to scream out realizing what he would have done if it had been full,

"You're not going anywhere… ANYWHERE!" Their father screamed,

"Go. Now." Beckett demanded,

Samuel nodded and rushed to his room starting to pack their things and all they had accumulated for the baby, loading it all into his car before he went to wake her, "Y/n, Y/n dear. You need to get up we need to-"

"Samuel…" She gasped in pain, already awake but catatonic from pain, her hand between her legs,

Samuel looked down and already knew, "It's too late…" He gasped,

"Baby's coming…" She cried,

But the door slammed shut.

Samuel moved over Y/n protectively, as shouting began from the living room, he heard voices, Larry. Their father. Beckett. the casino owner. The lender. All of them here to collect.

Samuel knew he couldn't get her out of the house without passing them, couldn't move her too much in this state, he had no choice.

"We have to do this… as quietly as possible," He whispered,

She nodded knowing they didn't have any other option,

Samuel used all the books he could to make sure he was doing everything right,

Y/n bit down on the pillowcase as the pain ripped through her body,

beyond the door, shouting, banging, swearing as it all went down just inches from them,

Suddenly agunshott fired Y/n took as a moment to scream while no one could hear pushing as hard as she could and suddenly the baby was born.

Samuel quickly wrapped the baby in a blanket and cradled the little girl in his arms, "Oh my god-" He gasped as he began to cry, "She's okay, she's okay, she's perfect," He whispered to reassure Y/n, "Our little girl, look at her,"

Y/n happily took the little baby and smiled widely down at their little girl,

"You're little Shakespeare slave and his bitch where are they?" The lender asked firmly,

Samuel immediately perked up,

"No, no no shh shh shh little girl, please please be quiet," Y/n begged,

Another shot ran out which only made the baby cry louder,

"Shakespeare… Shakespeare…" His voice got louder, the steps closer,

"We have to move, I'm so so sorry," Samuel whispered, But he helped Y/n to her feet all but carrying her, as they managed to sneak out of his room, he quickly got her into the backseat of the car and kissed her and the little baby before he went back inside,

"Shakespeare! I just wanna meet the baby, I have a gift."

Samuel found Larry's gun, quickly grabbing it and checking it was loaded before he walked to the house trying to find the man before he found him, and luckily he caught him as the man looked over where Y/n had been, "Hey Ronin."

The man turned but Samuel quickly fired, leaving the man to fall. Samuel quickly gathered up the rest of their stuff and checked the living room, seeing everyone dead, but Beckett was still breathing.

Samuel helped him to his feet and got him out to the passenger seat of the car, before getting in himself and quickly driving off,

Beckett slowly woke looking over the packed car, "Holy shit, that's a baby."

"Hey be nice." Samuel glared, "How's the little lady holding up?" he asked,

"Happy and giggly," Y/n nodded,

"Now what… we have -" Beckett began,

"The debts are paid. In blood at least. And we have enough cash to get us somewhere safe." Samuel explained,

"Y-You stole it?"

"I found it, when I was putting clothes away for the baby, put it somewhere safe."

"How much did Dad take?"

"One thousand,"

"Now what?"

"First, hospital. You've been shot, and… I am not sure how well I did as a midwife. and then… We're disappearing. To another place. Somewhere safe for all of us."

"Even the littlest of us," Y/n cooed,

With a moment shared between the three, all agreed and Samuel began the drive ready to start this whole new life.

[mcx7demonbros]

If You Revolted Against Him

Headcanons + minific

Ft. Diavolo x GN!MC

C/W. Yandere behaviors, demon cannibalism, slight mention of self-harm and desire to attempt suicide, reader is called “good boy/girl”.

You decided to lead a revolt against Diavolo, either because you got bad influence from demons who opposed how Diavolo were running the system (but not his desire for peace) or you wanted the throne for yourself, despite being a human (somehow the crazy idea got into that little brain of yours).

Receiving the news, Diavolo only said one sentence to Barbatos and his officers “Off with Their Head” with an awfully sincere tone.

The Royal Army was dispatched to fight against you. But you proved you could stand your ground, achieving some victories. (That was why you decided to revolt in the first place. If you stood no chance, you wouldn’t have started a war against the Prince).

The Brothers were dispatched to fight you. But they couldn’t become worthy opponents of yours, either because you had become more powerful than them or they couldn’t raise their weapons against you.

Finally, your revolt army arrived at the Devildom’s capital for one last battle.

This time, Diavolo himself and his most elite royal soldiers against you and your rebellion.

Alas, Diavolo was so strong that he crushed your rebellion before any of your men could reach the giant gate to the capital.

You were captured alive by Diavolo himself while all of those who participated in your rebellion were slaughtered before your very eyes.

Most demons were thrilled and excited thinking about what punishment and torture Diavolo would give you until he would be satisfied and finally granted you mercy and let you die, and your flesh and blood would be served to him in the most lavish feast.

But the truth wasn’t like what they had been thinking.

The first time you opened your eyes after the brutal battle, you found yourself in a dark place, so dark that you couldn’t even see your hands, which, you could feel, were bound together by a magical chain. Your legs were given the same treatment. You felt that you were lying on something soft.

Where am I? You asked yourself, but your brain had already given you an answer based logical deduction. It was the dark dungeon under the Demon Lord’s Castle. Now the only thing you could do was waiting for a torture punishment to be carried out.

“MC, I see that you have woken up.”

You knew that voice, it was Diavolo’s. But you did not know where he stood, it was too dark here.

“Ah, let me brighten this place up a bit.” You heard a finger snap and a giant ball of light appeared on top of the two of you.

After the space had been brightened up, you realized you were inside a luxurious room and you had been lying on top of a big bed.

“Wait, this isn’t in the dark dungeon?” You asked.

“Of course not.” Diavolo replied. “This is a room I created with my power. Using magic that only demons of royal blood can do, I placed the room at the deepest layer of Devildom, where no demon dares to come since it’s the place my father is sleeping. He’s sleeping in another room, in case you’re wondering.”

“What…what’s the meaning of this?” You just wanted to scream at him.

“The meaning of this, you asked? MC, have you forgotten? I have told you not once, not twice, not thrice, but multiple times that I wanted to shut you in a dark place where I can keep you for myself. And your rebellion gave me the chance to do just that.”

“Just kill me.” You said. “I would rather die than losing my freedom.”

“No, don’t say that.” Diavolo began to caress your face. “I love you and I would never let you come to harm, either from others or yourself.” Diavolo then took out a tray of food he had stored somewhere using space magic.

“Here, eat something and calm down.”

You turned away, refused to listen to the Crown Prince.

“You have to eat to stay survive though. So EAT!”

Hearing Diavolo’s order, your body suddenly didn’t listen to you anymore. You tried to resist it but couldn’t. You were forcefully turned back to face Diavolo. Your mouth opened wide and and only closed after the Prince put a spoonful amount of food into it. Then, you began to chew the food before swallowing it. Apparently, the Demon Prince had done something to your body while you were unconscious.

“I’m glad you like the food. Let me tell you the origin of this dish. It was made from the meat of your rebellion friend.” Diavolo said as he gave you a smile.

You wanted no vomit now. But Diavolo shushed you. “Now, don’t do that. It’s not good for your health.”

After feeding you all of the food and drink, Diavolo kissed you.

“Good boy/girl.” He said. “I’ll be back.” The demon turned around and left.

“I guess the Brothers and others are trying desperately to find you in the underground dungeon right now. I can’t wait to see the look on their faces when they realized that you are no where to be found.” The Demon Prince chuckled.

“One more thing, do not try anything to harm yourself. I have casted a powerful spell on this room which not only prevents others from finding you but also prevents you from harming yourself.” Diavolo said before shutting the door, leaving you alone in the cold room.

[dreamedfyre-a]

the usual disclaimer that this applies to the uh 7 or so people she loves dearly and enjoys having close, but helaena loves to sleep with someone else near. which i mean in a very innocent sense - she likes having someone she loves that close, to hold them close or be held, to be soothed by peaceful breathing and steady heartbeats.

whenever one of the twins (or both) or maelor (or all 3 of them ngl) wanted to sleep with her, she'd make room for them and hold them close and take comfort in their presence and warmth as much as she gives them comfort with affection and safety.

as a child, i think she'd often sleep in the same bed as one of her brothers (aemond, more often than not, probably. chiefly because they're closer in age and also he's her favorite). while that was acceptable because they were little, at least.

more rarely she'd go to her mom's bed. not because she didn't feel comforted and comfortable there but because she didn't want to disturb her. or to be left alone when father sent someone to fetch her mom in the middle of the night

when she was old enough that wouldn't be allowed but not old enough to be married, the idea of having one of her ladies (innocently) share her bed may have been suggested so she'd still have a companion but helaena wouldn't accept it because she doesn't want other people touching her much less near her when she's sleeping thanks

once she's married it's. not like she and aegon sleep together always. when they do it's complicated? (what isn't with them tbh) but i like to think once in a while they find a way to match the pieces right and she takes comfort in his warmth and holds him close and plays with his hair until they both sleep (if anything, i feel this might be easier than any conversation they try to have rip)

she might still go to aemond's bed after it's no longer allowed, before and after her marriage. innocently. (or not so innocently, from a certain point forward. but that depends on plotting 🫡) regardless, i see it happening if she needs comfort for whatever reason as much as if she thinks he needs comfort for whatever reason.

if she didn't hate herself as much as she does and didn't think herself so unworthy of her children post b&c she'd have kept maelor and jaehaera close and had them sleep in her bed after jaehaerys died. it would have been comforting, and maybe the babies would've felt a little better too. alas, she doesn't want them to suffer her presence after what she thinks she did

8 year old helaena curled up with 3 year old daeron (after she forgave him for not being the sister she wanted)

probably took naps curled up close to dreamfyre (sad dreamfyre is too big to sleep in her bed 😔)

but yeah in similar scenarios she enjoys company and sleeps better with someone else there. 100% will fiddle with clothes or play with her or something of the sort while entwined with someone and falling asleep

[shivunin]

Hello! :3

Alas, nothing strikes me much as "Kissing your lover after discovering they've started breeding spiders", but this screams Arianwen an Zevran anyway:

a kiss to prove you don’t have feelings for them .

Pfffft no, there isn't a kiss or a greeting card for that, unfortunately c: Thank you for the prompt regardless!

(Kissing prompts)

A Crossroads Passed

(Arianwen Tabris/Zevran | 901 Words | CW: Musings about sex)

Zevran had fallen asleep and awakened beside lovers before. 

It came with the territory, so to speak. It had not surprised him that Arianwen would not see it the same way. She had little experience in these matters, after all, and treated every incursion into her space with the gravest consideration. They had lain together many nights over this past month, but last night—last night, she’d tugged on his hand when he would have stood and gathered his clothes. She hadn’t said very much, only “stay,” but something unfamiliar had lurched in his chest, ungainly as a fellow deep in his cups. He had been pondering the sensation ever since. 

He did not think he was ill. That was what he’d considered first, of course, as he’d set his things down again and tucked himself against her. Every other part of him felt well enough, if slightly sore—she’d left the mark of her teeth over his breastbone and it stung slightly when he pressed his chest to her back. This seemed to be further proof that he was not unwell, in a way, if only by contrast. 

If he’d thought about it at all, Zevran might have thought that Arianwen would not like to be touched while she slept, that she might be disturbed by the experience. That was how she acted waking, after all—and made it very clear who was and who was not allowed to come near her. It was surprising, then, that she burrowed back into him and dragged his arm over her waist before she finally, actually fell asleep. 

This, then was the crux of the situation: 

Zevran had set out to make himself indispensable to her. It was the smart thing to do; this strategy had served him well and kept breath in his lungs for this long. But she had resisted his every attempt at charm, had only accepted what he was offering well after he’d begun to admit that he actually liked her as a person and would regret parting from her company. Zevran knew he cared about her–he was not a fool—but he had not thought that he felt…What did he feel? 

Tenderness, at the curve of her neck when her hair had been moved away from it. A quiet sort of gratitude at the comfort of her body pressed to his, at the simple gift of her space and company, offered with no expectation of—of any reciprocation besides what he wished to give. Attraction—the kind he was used to, for she was still bare as a drawn blade and he enjoyed the feel of his arm wrapped around her bare hip, the sight of her uncovered chest when it rose and fell with even breaths. 

All of those things were fine, he assured himself, and closed his eyes to press his nose into her hair. He was not getting too attached; this was only…companionship on the road. It was only a pleasant side benefit that he liked her as a person and she seemed to feel the same about him. There was nothing complicated about any of this. He was, of course, letting the afterglow affect his thoughts and ought to let the matter rest. 

Well—he rested, but the matter did not. 

When light broke through the seams of her tent in the morning, Arianwen stretched languorously against him and sighed, linking her fingers with his. Zevran was already awake, for no reason he could find but an exceptionally restful night’s sleep. 

“G’morning,” she told him, her voice rasping slightly, and she turned her head to look at him. 

Her eyes were like a sun-touched riverbed, moss twining over stone and silt. When the light hit them just so, he sometimes felt as if he could look and look at her for hours. 

It was terrifying. 

“Good morning, mi vida,” he told her, grasping for the familiar. His hand slid lower, skimming over her thigh, and he dipped his head to kiss her before she could say anything to alarm him further. 

This was just—this was only attraction, and companionship, and—what did he know of softer feelings? They were a fabrication, a pretty myth for fools, and Zevran was not a fool. He wanted her, and that was enough. It was. 

He tried to convey this through touch, but it didn’t seem to be working. Arianwen untangled their fingers and lifted her hand, tracing the line of his jaw with her callused thumb before threading her fingers through his hair. His heart lurched again and Zevran pressed himself more fully against her. It is only lust, he told himself, willing this thing to fit into a shape he recognized, it is only wanting. 

And—it was wanting in a sense, this awful new thing. But it wanted things he could not allow—it wanted to make her his own, wanted to go on waking up at her side, wanted touches that had nothing at all to do with sex, wanted a thousand things Zevran could never ask for, could never voice aloud, couldn’t even recognize. He had been lying to himself in pretending otherwise, and he was lying now when he assured himself that he knew what he was doing. 

No amount of touching, of kissing, of hearing her gasp into his ear, could unmake the way he was beginning to feel about her. 

It had been utterly pointless to try.