#all i'll say is that the murderer is. hehe. well it's not what's implied here

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WIP intro: The Lament for John Nickerson

Status: drafting

Genre: historical fiction; set during the Continental Blockade of 1806 - 1814*

Themes: nationalism, colonialism, hypocrisy, power, being a hater about how cs forester talks about the british navy

Ireland, 18--. As the Napoleonic Wars drag on, a group of militant republicans lie in wait outside Belfast's assembly rooms, hoping to assassinate Capt. John Nickerson, lately of HMS Sussex, hailed as a hero after saving all but five men on his ship's disastrous expedition to navigate the Northwest Passage. The plan to strike fear into the British establishment seems foolproof, but they soon discover that the man is already dead -- murdered in a not-so-random act of violence which puts them, the would-be killers, in the strange position of finding the actual killers. Their search only seems to take them nowhere, fast, but unbeknownst to them, far to the south, a seaman of the Sussex comes forward with a story to an inmate of a workhouse for outcast women, which tells of her brother's death, disaster, survival, and maybe, just maybe, the key to who on earth would kill beloved John Nickerson.

Most important characters under the cut :3

Eoin O'Donnell -- he/him, leader of the almost-assassins (POV)

Mary Boyle -- she/her, also attempting to help solve the crime (POV)

Naoise Crilly -- he/him, Eoin's best friend (POV)

Máire Gleeson -- she/her, the woman in the workhouse (POV)

Áine Flanaghan -- she/her, Máire's voice of reason

Aoife Boyle -- she/her, Máire's homoerotic girlbestfriend (POV)

Patrick Gleeson -- he/him, Máire's elder brother; died under Nickerson

Davey Joy -- he/him, Patrick's friend and messmate (sort of (?) POV)

Capt. John Nickerson -- he/him, murdered heroic English explorer

*inb4 anyone brings this up -- well aware that it's kind of strange that this guy took ships that could have been used to blockade france to the arctic in like 1808 in the first place. it's a plot point dw

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AIMI TIME!! honestly, i really can't say what kind of verdict would be better for her. i have no idea how her trial will go this time..

Warnings for Aimi's VD: mentions of toxic family dynamics and bullying, Aimi's murder method is discussed and implied to be very brutal, but the description is not detailed.

Warnings for Aimi's MV: themes of bullying and toxic relationships between Aimi and her accomplice and also her classmates. One of the characters gets their head cut off.

(sounds of footsteps)

Hinode: Sorry for dozing off like that, Miki-san.. I just got so tired all of a sudden..

Miki: It's kinda weird to hear that from someone who.. you know, said all of that to Miyagawa-san.

Hinode: Hm? What do you mean?

Miki: Well, I really didn't expect you to be so.. harsh, maybe?

Hinode: *laughs* Harsh? Please, Miki-san, I was just trying to learn more about his crime, that's all.

Miki: B-but it sounded like you had everything figured out already-

Hinode: Are you ready to interrogate the second prisoner? I promise, I'll try my best not to fall asleep this time.

Miki: .. Okay.

(the door opens)

Miki: Hello-

Miki: H-huh?!

(sounds of someone running up to her and pulling her in a hug)

Aimi: Hehe.. Hello, Miki-chan~

Aimi: It's so nice to finally see you.. I've missed you so much..

Aimi: Don't you know it's bad to just leave your best friend like that?

Miki: .. P-please let go of me.

Hinode: W-why do I feel like a third wheel in this situation?..

Aimi: Hmph..

(sounds of Aimi letting Miki go and sitting down)

Aimi: So, a third trial..

Aimi: Well, I have nothing to worry about, right, Miki-chan?

Miki: .. Y-you're really.. talkative today.

Hinode: Which is surprising, considering you don't talk to other prisoners that much anymore.

Aimi: Ah, about that..

Aimi: I just don't really understand why I should continue trying to become friends with them.

Aimi: Let's be honest here, all of them are sick in the head.

Miki: ?

Miki: But didn't you say that you like all of them and want to be friends with them-

Aimi: I really did like them.

Aimi: But.. Then I looked at them, saw how they act after being voted guilty or even after being voted innocent and..

Aimi: And I was like, "Damn, they really are murderers, aren't they?" *laughs*

Miki: .. You sound weird, Hanasaki-san. It doesn't sound like you at all-

Aimi: Aimi-chan.

Miki: Wh-

Aimi: Call me "Aimi-chan". Like a good friend would. 

Aimi: No, no, like a best friend would!

Hinode: I-I think we should start the interrogation-

Aimi: I'm sorry, was I speaking to you? 

Miki: .. Aimi-chan, what's going on?

Miki: You've changed. You're like a completely different person now.

Miki: Maybe that's just Milgram's influence-

Aimi: Um.. Here's the thing, Miki-chan. 

Aimi: I'll tell you a little secret, because you really are my best friend. You've forgiven me like two times already, surely you will forgive me this time too, right?

Aimi: Again, like a good friend.

Aimi: (to Hinode) .. Close your ears.

Hinode: Huh?

Aimi: You're not in my friend list. So close your ears.

Hinode: Um.. O-okay?

Aimi: So, Miki-chan.. I don't know how I should tell you this, especially because I don't know what you've seen in my videos and what you haven't..

Aimi: But.. Honestly, I always was like this.

Aimi: I don't know if there's something wrong with my behavior. I don't know if it's weird or if I'm being rude.

Aimi: You probably just see me as a cute and shy girl who went through something terrible and who deserves pity.

Aimi: You see me as a victim. A perfect and fragile victim.

Aimi: And.. You're kinda right, actually. 

Aimi: I.. I did not deserve to be treated like that. It took me quite a lot of time to realize that, but.. I really did not deserve to be bullied.

Aimi: So who am I? I'm a victim, right? And being a victim means it wasn't my fault, right?

Miki: Actually, about that..

Miki: Something about your story doesn't add up, Aimi-chan.

Aimi: Oh? W-what exactly?

Miki: .. So you admit that you were bullied, right?

Aimi: *nods* Yes. My classmates never were my friends, even though I wanted to believe that they were.

Miki: But.. why were you bullied?

Miki: Obviously, sometimes it just happens without any reason. Sometimes people can just.. be really cruel. 

Miki: But I just don't understand why someone would want to-

Aimi: Does that matter to you, Miki-chan?

Aimi: Hey.. If it turned out that my classmates had a reason to bully me..

Aimi: Would you stop being friends with me?

Aimi: Would you leave me? Would you betray me? Would you stab me in the back and leave me to die and choke on my own blood? 

Aimi: You wouldn't do that, right? 'Cause you're a good friend, Miki-chan.

Miki: .. You're asking me if I would vote you guilty, right?

Aimi: *stands up* I DON'T CARE ABOUT VERDICTS, TRIALS AND ALL THAT SHIT!

Aimi: I JUST WANT A FRIEND! I JUST WANT SOMEONE TO TALK TO, TO HANG OUT WITH, TO HAVE FUN WITH!

Aimi: .. So tell me, Miki-chan, would you stop being friends with me if it turned out that my classmates had a reason to bully me?

Miki: ...

Hinode: I'm so sorry, but I really want to ask you one question-

Aimi: Again, I don't remember being friends with-

Hinode: But Aimi-san, why do you think that you are friends with Miki-san?

Aimi: .. Huh?

Hinode: Miki-san, do you see Aimi-san as a friend?

Miki: ...

Miki: .. A-Aimi-chan is a really kind and sweet person.

Hinode: .. But do you see her as a friend?

Miki: ...

Aimi: .. Miki-chan?

Miki: .. Hinode-san, why exactly are you asking me this?

Hinode: Well, you see, of course we can form relationships with the prisoners.

Hinode: We become attached to them, we become friends with them, maybe even develop feelings for them.

Hinode: But.. I honestly don't think that you two really are friends.

Hinode: Aimi-san, again, why do you think Miki-san is your friend?

Aimi: .. S-she has forgiven me like two times already.

Aimi: I-I'm innocent in her eyes. So that means she loves me, right?

Aimi: That means you will never betray me, right, Miki-san?

Aimi: We're friends! Best friends even!

Aimi: So please.. Say that we're friends. Call me your friend.

Miki: ...

Aimi: Miki-chan, please-

Miki: S-so about your crime.

(sounds of Aimi trying hard not to cry)

Aimi: .. Whatever. Ask me whatever you want. I don't care anymore.

Miki: ".. I don't know what I want to ask her anymore."

Miki: "Maybe I should start with what she said last time?"

Miki: You said that your accomplice is dead, right?

Aimi: .. Yep. Sure is.

Miki: .. You killed him, didn't you?

Aimi: Did you see that in my video?

Miki: .. Yes.

Aimi: .. Yeah, I killed him. 

Aimi: But I guess you could say I killed my classmates too.

Aimi: I mean.. He came up with it, but I played along.

Aimi: I never tried to stop him. I was scared, I was really scared, but I couldn't say no to him.

Aimi: He always made me so uncomfortable, but I just couldn't stop him.

Aimi: He wanted to protect me. In his own insane way, yes, but he really did want to protect me.

Miki: .. And that was almost like having a friend, right?

Miki: A friend that wants to protect you so bad that he's ready to kill someone for you.

Aimi: .. *starts crying*

Aimi: I.. I killed him because I got scared..

Aimi: I saw their corpses and- 

Aimi: H-he tried to hug me right after that. I hugged him back, but-

Aimi: I-it was all just too much.

Miki: .. It was your brother, right?

Aimi: *nods* Y-yeah. I'm tired of saying that he's just very overprotective because..

Aimi: He.. He was worse than that.

Aimi: He was.. very controlling. He knew literally everything about me and my schedule. He knew everything about the people I talk to. If I said hi to a random stray cat on the way home, he somehow still managed to know about that.

Hinode: .. He sounds like a nightmare.

Aimi: That's because he was one.

Aimi: I could go into detail, but like.. You get it. I have no idea what was wrong with him, but he really was like that.

Miki: .. How did your classmates die?

Aimi: .. S-so I've told you that my family owns a theme park, right? I-I invited my classmates there.

Aimi: Y-you know, like I went "Hey, my family is so cool and rich, wanna go to this park we own?" And of course, they agreed. 

Aimi: Heh, they even forgot about how much they hate me..

Aimi: A-and, um.. Some of the rides actually weren't working properly a few days before that.

Aimi: Our parents knew about it, but they kept the park opened because.. You know, money, all that stuff.

Aimi: A-and my brother also made sure to bribe the people who were working there so that they won't try to fix them.

Miki: .. Are you telling me that your classmates went on those rides?

Aimi: *nods* I've told them that those rides were the most fun ones.

Miki: ...

Miki: .. T-they couldn't just all die from that, right?

Hinode: Miki-san, remember the second video? 

Hinode: There.. was a lot of blood.

Aimi: When I say "they weren't working properly", I mean "somebody could literally fall from those rides and end up breaking all their bones or just turn into a bloody mess".

Miki: ...

Miki: S-so all those kids-

(bell rings, machinery sounds)

Aimi: All of them died. Probably. At least most of them did.

Miki: T-that's.. A-and you killed your brother right after that too?

Aimi: Yes. And I just left right after that.

Hinode: Miki-san, you look pale. Do you need some water?

Miki: .. Aimi-chan. Just tell me one thing.

Miki: Do you regret your murder? Or murders, whatever.

Aimi: .. I think I just found my classmates' corpses scary. And the fact that I helped my brother kill them as well.

Aimi: As for my brother's murder..

Aimi: I'm just glad he's dead.

Miki: .. I see.

Aimi: Miki-chan-

Aimi: Ah.. No, that's not right.

Aimi: Guard 002-san, I will be forgiven again this time, right?

Miki: It all depends on your video-

Aimi: I was about to say that if you vote me guilty, I will just kill all of the other prisoners and then myself, but like, you've already betrayed me, so it doesn't matter anymore.

Aimi: I'm doing it anyway.

Miki: .. What?

Miki: What do you mean by that, Aimi-chan?

Aimi: Please don't call me Aimi-chan ever again and extract the video.

Hinode: Miki-san, we really don't have that much time left.

Hinode: I'm sure the third prisoner is already waiting for us.

Miki: But how do you even plan to kill the prisoners?!

Aimi: EXTRACT THE FUCKING VIDEO!

Miki: .. Prisoner 002, Aimi, please sing your sins. 

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[ Aimi's Trial 3 MV: Blooming Connection ]

The video starts with showing us a dark garden full of nothing but dead plants. Aimi is standing in the middle of it alone and her eyes are completely empty. Suddenly, someone walks up to her and gives her a flower seed. She looks at it more closely and her eyes start to look much brighter and her expression is more hopeful.

"Ah, nothing is working out, making friends shouldn't be this hard

My high school life was supposed to be all fun and smiles

Maybe they're shy? Maybe they're not interested? Oh well

I'll leave them no choice but to become friends with me!"

The scene changes and now it's a classroom. Aimi walks in and watches her classmates talk to each other, laugh and have fun. She starts handing every single classmate a flower and most of them appreciate the gesture and find the flowers beautiful. Aimi smiles at them and walks to another classmate and gives her a flower as well. However, this time the classmate politely rejects it.

"Buying their friendship isn't a big deal

That's how you do it in the adults' world

I guess you could say it's my love language

So come on, say that you love me, everybody!"

Aimi.. doesn't take it well and stands there, refusing to believe that someone could've said no to her. Her expression starts to become more and more scary and suddenly, she jumps at her and makes the girl fall on the floor. 

"Come on, accept my gift, tell me you're grateful, tell me how thoughtful I am

Did I do great? Am I a good friend? I know I am, I know I am

"This flower reminds me of you" I'm the sweetest person you've ever met, right?

"Sorry, but I gotta go" Hey, what do you think you're doing?"

Aimi keeps pulling her hair, beating her and yelling at her and other classmates are struggling to make her let the girl go. When they finally manage to do so, they look terrified and don't want to look Aimi in the eyes. Aimi's hair is messed up, she's breathing heavily and she doesn't seem to regret what she did.

We're in the garden again and it looks like the flowers are starting to grow. Aimi doesn't seem that happy about it though and we can see someone putting their hand on her shoulder in attempt to comfort her. She can only sigh and continue looking at the flower, almost like she's expecting something from it.

"I can still become friends with them, right? I can still eat lunch with them, right?

They will smile at me, right? Say that I'm a good friend, right?

'Cause I'm a good friend, 'cause I'm a good friend

'Cause I'm a good friend, 'cause I'm INNOCENT"

The school setting again. Aimi is arguing with another classmate. Aimi is crying and pointing her finger at her, but the other girl is trying to prove to others that she's innocent and she didn't do anything. The others believe her and walk away with her, leaving Aimi alone. Then we can see a classmate yelling at Aimi and the pink-haired girl looking scared, but other classmates don't try to support or protect her at all and they nod and agree with everything that classmate is saying. We can see another flower lying on the floor next to Aimi. 

"So ungrateful, so damn ungrateful

So many gifts and all for nothing

I guess there really is no connection between us

I hate them so much, but I still need friends to survive"

Back in the garden, more and more flowers appear and Aimi still looks worried about something. Someone is standing next to her, but we can only see their silhouette and it actually feels like Aimi is trying her best to forget that person, since all the angles that we can see them from don't let us see any details of their design. Aimi turns to that person and nods, meaning that she's ready to finally do something.

"Maybe revenge is fine, maybe revenge is the right option

I want them to feel the pain they made me go through

I guess I'll try to buy their friendship one last time"

The door opens and Aimi walks into the classroom again. Her hair is a mess and she has dark circles under her eyes and she has a lot of bandaids on her body, just like in the first season. She walks to her classmates and shows them a beautiful bouquet of flowers from her garden. The classmates actually like it a lot and take the bouquet from her. She has nothing else to do but to watch them have fun, but if you look closer, you can see that their hands are bleeding while they're holding the bouquet. 

Aimi does look worried at first, but then she shakes her head and closes her eyes. When she opens them, she's in her garden again and her garden is even more colorful than before. Aimi also looks completely different: she has a crown on her head, she's wearing a beautiful princess-like dress, she has flowers in her hair and she has a sword in her hand as well. When she looks down, she sees a young man with dark pink hair and eyes that look similar to hers, but also have darker colors, getting down on one knee before her. It's like she's about to make him her knight. 

"Thank you for protecting me, thank you for staying by my side

Our connection is strong, the flowers of our friendship are blooming

Let's stay together forever, 'cause you're such a good friend"

Surprisingly, she smiles, but when the man opens his eyes, he suddenly goes pale and looks shocked. We can still see Aimi smiling, but now there is blood on her sword. 

"And such a terrible brother"

The man's head falls on the floor and she turns to her flowers and she notices some weird movement there. It's like someone is.. trying to come up from under the ground? 

A hand. And another hand. And another one. There's someone's head too- Oh, it's actually the classmate from the beginning of the video, the one who refused to take her flower.

"Finally, my true friends are here

They've grown from the seeds of my despair and sorrow

Finally, I can say that I love them

And they will never reject me"

More and more classmates are starting to appear and they look a lot like zombies. A lot of them are covered in injuries and those injuries look terrifying and you can tell that whatever killed them wasn't kind to them at all. Also, it looks like Aimi used their dead bodies as fertilizer. They're starting to surround Aimi, but she doesn't look worried at all. She actually looks happy. 

"I'm the sweetest person you've ever met, right?

I'm the best friend you've ever had, right?

Come on, give me a hug and say that you forgive me"

For the first time in this video, she turns to her classmates and gives them a sincere smile, but then, everything suddenly goes dark. We can only hear a sound of something being torn apart and falling on the ground. The video ends.

[one-boring-person]

@jawline-of-steel I hope, as my new best friend (hehe), that you like this!😁💛💛👍 (I also hope that it's the right context and that😅💛)

You've Got The Wrong Girl.

David (The Lost Boys) x reader

Warnings: bad language, implied sexual themes, very vague mentions of death and blood (but only if you look closely)

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Somehow, David manages to exhale his next breath of smoke in an aggressive manner as he leans back against his motorcyle, muscles tense and stance almost uncomfortable, drawing the other's attention to him instantly.

"Where's (Y/n)?" Is Paul's first question, the tall blonde moving forwards slightly, craning his head around to look for his leader's significant other.

"I don't care." He huffs angrily, lips closing around the butt of his cigarette once more, blue eyes iced over.

"Ooh, what happened? Did she shove a pole up your arse?" Marko quips, smirking to Paul suggestively, only to yelp when David's hand snaps round to clip him round the ear, the platinum blonde's venomous scowl fixed on him briefly.

"You'd better keep your mouth shut, or I'll take great pleasure in doing it for you." He snarls at him, voice deceivingly quiet and threatening.

None of them speak for a few minutes, David's anger almost rippling off of him in static waves, keeping the air around them charged and tense, the four of them eyeing the area around them as a way to ignore this. Eventually, Marko and Paul wander off, bored as hell and feeling incredibly awkward, not quite noticing their leader's dirty look as they walk away, leaving Dwayne and David behind to brood in silence. Once again, neither of them say anything, until the dark haired vampire finally has enough of the tension, standing from his motorcycle and going to stand before David with a curious look on his face.

"What happened between you and (Y/n)?" He questions, blunt and to the point as always.

"What do you mean?" David's voice is monotone, blue eyes boring into Dwayne's pointedly.

"Don't pull that bullshit with me, you've been acting cold since you got here. The only time you ever get this annoyed is when (Y/n)'s said or done something you don't agree with." The tanned vampire points out, crossing his arms over his bare chest with a frown.

"I don't have to tell you anything." His leader responds, ees narrowing as he throws his cigarette butt to the floor, where he uses his foot to crush out the embers.

"No, but then at least act better towards the rest of us. You're not being fair on us." Dwayne snaps in reply, before he turns and walks off in a different direction, ignoring David as he let's out a low growl.

Sulking, David kicks at the tyre of his motorcycle, scowling at a surfer as they pass by, only to sigh in frustration and go looking for the object of his frustration: (Y/n), the girl who he somehow cares for, yet has the capacity to royally piss him off at any given time. It was, ironically, what drew him to her in the first place, her ability to completely go against what he asks without thinking twice about it, finding her personality a near perfect match to his. It's this thought that prompts him to go looking for her now.

He looks high and low, not entirely sure where she'd go without the boys, only to have an epiphany when he steps into the part that is lined with food stalls, figuring out exactly where she is in seconds. His icy eyes immediately find the back of her head amongst the sea of others, his legs instinctively taking him over to her, a habit he'll probably never kick, even in his long years of living. As he reaches her, David takes a hold of her wrist and goes to pull her into the nearest alley with the intention of talking to her, only to feel a little surprised when she digs her heels into the floor and stops still, her eyes meeting his challengingly.

"I'm busy at the moment, David. Would you mind coming back later?" She inquires with a false smile, pulling her arm from his grip.

"I would not. Come with me." He responds, drily, glaring at her as she cocks her head and looks at him.

"I'm busy, David. I'd rather stay here." She presses, shrugging as she goes to walk away, only to squeak suddenly when the vampire grabs her around the waist and carries her over his shoulder into the alley, ignoring the looks people are giving him as she hits him on the back, demanding that he let her go. Once out of sight, he puts her down, standing uncomfortably close to her to make his point, body outsizing her's with ease, though she doesn't back down, even as he places one hand on the wall behind her to stop her from trying to get away again.

"Well now that you've manhandled me in here, what do you want?" She sighs out, exasperated at the vampire's tactics, her eyes remaining fixed on his in defiance.

"I want you to stop behaving like a brat all the time, (Y/n). You've been testing my patience for weeks now, and I've had enough of it. Stop it before I make you." He threatens her, flashing his eyes slightly to make his point more obvious.

"Hold on, you want me to stop being who I am? And what in the hell are you going to do to enforce that, David? You know you don't scare me, even if you are a murderous person. You've got the wrong girl to be ordering around like that, something which you signed up for the moment you asked me out." She informs him, stepping forwards slightly, poking his chest to enunciate her words properly, unaffected by his tough guy act.

"I am well aware that you aren't a pushover, (Y/n). All I'm asking is that you don't put up such a fight all the time. Your sarcasm I can live with, because you put up with mine, but your attitude at times is something that has to stop. And as for what I'll do to you, you know full well what I mean." David growls quietly to her, leaning in close towards her neck, where he snaps his teeth, his canines pushing out long enough to lightly graze over her skin, images of him tearing into my skin flashing into her head, put there by the platinum blonde backing her into the wall.

"Controlling much, huh? Don't you realise that you can't make my decisions for me and control how I'm supposed to act? You shouldn't be asking me to adjust my entire personality to suit yours, David. If we're not getting along, we both need to change something. I'm happy to tone it down a bit, but only if you stop being so damn dominant all the time. I get that you're into that and all, but it doesn't always make for an easy relationship, so that's something you need to think through before coming here with your high-and-mighty orders for me." She explains to him, standing up straight as he leans over her, his eyes blazing with frustration.

For a minute, he says nothing, regarding her with an expression half-caught in anger, half in contemplation, a look of realisation seeming to creep into the hard lines of his handsome features, eyes softening slightly.

"Fine, I'm sorry that I'm controlling all the time, and I'm willing to stop being like that so much with you, but only if you do the same. We just keep clashing, and it isn't going to end well. I want to make this work, so I'll change for you if you change for me." He finally says, not quite backing up yet, clearly waiting for her to say something, too.

"Good. I'm glad we were able to work this out. I'll be less of a "brat" as you put it, but if I hear you trying to control the way I act again, I'll go right back to being the little bitch you know and hate." She promises him, smirking at her expression as his eyes darken.

Pressing himself against her, David grins to himself as he regards her face, enjoying the sensation of her body underneath his, even if it is obscured by the layers of clothing between them. Leaning in close, he uses his hands to pin her's to the wall behind them, their faces a centimetre or so apart, breath mingling, lips grazing one another as he speaks again.

"You'll still be my little bitch though, kitten. I'm not gonna let you go that easily. I'll change for you outside the sheets, but under them, well then you belong to me."

It's all she has in her to respond with a smile and a nod, going to reply before being cut off by his hungry lips on her's, his tongue easily slipping into her mouth as she gasps in surprise, a battle of tongues starting instantly. Her hands try to pry themselves from his vice-like grip, only to find themselves taken in one of his and held easily above her head, his other hand slipping down their bodies until he reaches the hem of her shirt, pushing underneath and onto her skin, caressing it smoothly as he swallows her moans and sighs. Grinding his hips into her's, he moves his lips from here and trails kisses down her neck and jaw, leaving purple marks in his wake, the wet track of his lips chilling in the cool air around them, but she only groans in response, wishing she could wrap her arms around him, though a small part of her is enjoying being restricted. Pulling away, he moves back up to her ear, where he breathes over it hotly before speaking again, voice husky and at a lower tone than usual.

"I'm sorry, (Y/n), I can be less dominant, if that's what you want." He purrs, sounding genuine as his darkened eyes bore into her's.

"It is, but I can be less rebellious, too. If that's what you want." She chuckles, breath hitching slightly from the arousal.

"We'll see." He says ominously, before his lips have collided with mine again.