#and really this contract is going to protect her from him because he’s the loose canon

[ambeauty]

Ok let’s discuss partnership agreements for a quick second. I own a business and I have a partner. It’s common and it’s necessary to have a partnership agreements. It’s going to list the official profit share, how much time each partner is going to commit, what skill each partner brings to the business, and what factors are in place in case one partner wants to leave or dissolve the business. This is a very basic overview of a partnership agreement. Sydney needs this. It will legitimize her position as partner in the Bear. So Carmen extending this agreement to her is significant. He can’t necessarily force her not to leave but they have to have a protocol in place in case she wants to. It could get sticky but not if they follow the agreement. Unless she doesn’t sign it…

What’s strange to me is him saying “So I can push you and you can push me.” This makes me think he knows that he’s going to get toxic and he doesn’t want her to just walk out like she did in review. It’s like saying “for better or worse.” And also tell me when I’m fucking up because I don’t want you to leave. I have it in writing how much you mean to me and this business. So neither one of us can just fuck off when the going gets tough. Signing this agreement would make her (both of them) contractually committed to working things out with him even when it (he) gets difficult. That’s still a spiritual marriage. A business is a marriage and a (legal) marriage is a business.

[quarterlifekitty]

The Gaz secret baby post was sooo delicious. He totally would go "oh fuck yeah a baby it’s baby time". You've infected my brain with this trope and the doctors are saying it's incurable 🤒 I keep thinking of Nikolai in this trope!

He's not made his attraction to you any secret – you dismiss any reciprocated feelings because it's just not realistic with both of your jobs. The task force finishes a gruelling but successful op with him, and everybody decides to let loose for a night. After a few many rounds of drinks… you inevitably fall into his bed.

Cut to 5 weeks later, you're staring at a positive test and wondering how long you can keep this a secret. You resolve to never let Nik know he's the dad. Someone who loves his job, disappearing for months… you decide it's best for your child to have at least one present parent and maybe you're scared of the rejection.

I’m so ashamed I haven’t done this trope for Nikolai!!! I love the idea of you trying actively to hide it— it’s not just a one night stand thing, you really know each other and you’re still trying to get away with it.

At first, when he sees the baby— he just assumes it can’t be his, because you would’ve told him, wouldn’t you? Surely you wouldn’t think he didn’t want anything to do with a perfect, chubby baby made from both you and him. So when he’s questioning, it’s about the timelines. He knows there wasn’t anything labeled between you— it was one night, he wasn’t your boyfriend, but the beast inside him still bares its teeth at the idea that you fucked someone right after he fucked you.

Price, for all that Nik is his best mate, promised to be your confidant as your captain, and he wouldn’t betray that. But that doesn’t mean he isn’t a messy bitch who will start making a whole load of implications. Some of them are pretty crude, too, because he’s trying to goad Nik into confronting you. Saying things like “You should dick ‘er down again soon, last time it settled her down like you wouldn’t believe.”

It makes Nik more and more sure that there wasn’t anyone else. You were never really the type. Which means the baby must be his, and for some reason, you don’t want him to know.

That makes his blood hot. The idea that you don’t want him to father his own baby. You’ve always been a bit bristly to him, and he’s never known exactly why— he was hoping to find out the morning after you fell into bed together, but you ran out first thing, and he was contracted in a job soon after.

So he hangs over you more than before, watching from a distance, the gears turning as he considers what the fuck to say to get you to fess up. He wants to hear you say it. He doesn’t want to just ask and have you confirm or deny.

It hurts that you don’t want to tell him. That you don’t feel it’s safe for him to know. That you’re trying to protect yourself and the cub from him knowing. And despite the support from your own squad— it can’t have been easy for you.

But he also doesn’t want to miss out on another second of fatherhood. There’s an impatient roiling in his gut about it. Seeing your fat little baby, his fat little baby, and not being able to wordlessly lift it from your arms and hold it close to his chest and kiss its head.

So he’s conflicted, to say the least.

[ashthesalamipiece]

Izuku Midoriya, as a dad ��

Genre: fluff/comfort

Warnings// Mild description of birth, a miscarriage, but anything else is just fluff!

AGED UP AU!

TELL ME IF YALL WANT MORE LIKE THIS

Izuku Midoriya:

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-When you first told him the news it looked like he was gonna pass out, he was excited to be a father again, but also scared that yku were gonna loose this one too.

-When you're pregnant, he will do his best to protect you, like he will literally baby proof every little thing in your house just so you or the baby don't get hurt. (SO SWEET😭)

-He will always have a hand on the tummy to check if it's alive and well, when he sees you waddle in your house he immediately follows you and walks behind you just so you don't fall because he can't handle another miscarriage.

-When you have morning sickness he will do his absolute best to make you food that doesn't make you nauseous.

-His friends from UA will always come to check up on you or visit you, to make sure everything is okay. Even bakugo visits sometime, to see the little gremlin he was gonna he an uncle to.

-His mother LOVES you, and she's really excited to be a grandmother. She always helps you when izuku isn't home because of patroling or work, theres so many times where you've had a false contraction and she immediately falls into panic but at the end everything gets sorted out.

-She also often just visits without asking to check on how everything's going, izuku has given up on deciding when his mother can visit because he knows it's a conversation he cant win.

-At night you often have nightmares because of your last miscarriage, izuku wakes up to you whining in your sleep and tossing around. He puts his arms around you and strokes your belly slowly while telling you sweet words of comfort.

-When your labour started you didn't know how to react, firstly some liquid spilled out and you got confused, then after a few minute's a strong wave of pain washed over you, that was when it clicked.

-You quickly grabbed your phone and dialed Inko's number, telling her what had happened in those few minutes. I'm not kidding, in under 3 minutes she already was bursting throught your door with a panicked expression her face. She quickly called an ambulance and sat you down in the sofa to steady your breathing.

-Just like izuku, she mumbled very much. You had to stop yourself from yelling at her. When the ambulance arrived, she quickly helped you get up and walk towards the door before some paramedics took care of the situation. While you and inko were seated in the ambulance (you laying in the bed thingy) she kept reassuring you that everything would be okay and that the birth would go well.

-Inko already had called izuku about your condition but he wasn't answering, probably because he was very busy at the time. As you arrived to the hospital the contractions got so much worse, you swore you saw jesus bringing you to the other side for a second.

-As the nurses made you comfortable in your room you couldn't help but worry about izuku, did something happen that made him unable to answer your calls? Did he get seriously hurt? So many questions flowed your head which worried you.

-As time passed you got more and more dialted and the contractions became closer and closer. Inko warned the nurses and made them look after you and check up on you. Panic set your body as you were told how far you were dialated. 10 centimeters.

-more time passed and soon you were laying in the hospital bed, cussing and throwing a curse on the poor nurses and inko that surrounded you, but what could you say? Labour hurt.

-Your whines and sobs quickly quieted down as a loud cry filled the room, you looked down to see a crying baby that flared It's arms in the air. It's face was red and angry as air filled It's lungs, it was covered in many different liquids and had a good pair of lungs.

-The nurses washed and packed the baby in a soft blanket before handing it to you, soon after the birth, you found out it's gender. A beautiful baby boy.

-You leaned back with your baby in your arms, his cries quietly calming down as soft coos came out of his mouth. Even if it hurt it was worth it.

•Some time later•

- Inko sat in a chair close to the bed where you were laying on sleeping, her peaceful snores echoing thought the room.

-Suddenly, a loud phone call was heard coming from Inko's phone placed on the table next to where she was sitting. The contact calling her was named as "my sweet munchkin" which you chuckled at, it was of course your beloved husband.

-But unfortunately the loud ringing woke up your baby, his face scrunching up before beginning to wail loudly. Inko picked up the phone and answered with a little "Hello?"

-Izukus panicked voice could be heard in the background, talking about how he was on his way to the hospital and asking if you were fine. It made you snicker.

-When he arrived to your room he couldn't help but fall to his knees crying happy tears when he saw the baby, your sons eyes were green while he had your hair color. It was everything izuku wanted.

-He moved closer to where you sat, gently picking the baby out of your arms to hold his son himself. He sniffled as he buried his face into your shoulder.

This was his happiest day of his life

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Comment If you want me to do more characters!:)

[cryptidghostgirl]

Can I request a part 3 to "unrequited"?

A/N I honestly was not planning another part to this story. I'm just gonna... leave this here. (Pls don't hate me guys. This is so genuinely the only path I could think of for this story that I liked.)

Unrequited pt. 3 (Alastor x Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: Um. Alastor is dark/yandere in this part. Uh. Unhealthy relationship. Yeah.

Word Count: 2,094

Previous Parts:

Unrequited (Alastor x Reader)

Unrequited Pt. 2

Master Lists:

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Hazbin Hotel Master List

Alastor had cornered her in the hall. The years, the games, the challenges, none of it was fun anymore. It all came to an end tonight. There was no other option, not when she could die tomorrow. The angels were coming, and they were coming for the hotel.

"I don't want you here tomorrow."

"What!?" Y/n exclaimed in utter shock.

She hadn't known what to expect when Alastor had stopped her as she made her way downstairs to the bar. Everyone was supposed to be having a drink together, celebrating their afterlives that there was a chance they might loose. She didn't know what to expect but, she certainly hadn't expected this.

Alastor had been acting weird lately. He was always weird but ever since the day with Husk in the hallway, he'd been weird even by those standards. He was always finding something for Y/n to do that put her near him, always watching. It was irritating. They had been fighting a lot and Alastor still had yet to apologize to Husk.

"I don't want you at the hotel tomorrow. You are not coming near this fight."

"What the fuck, Alastor?" Y/n nearly stamped her foot on the floor, she crossed her arms and glared at the demon, "I... these are my friends. This is my home. I will do what I can to protect it."

"No, you wont. You wont be here." he paused, "I will use our little deal to make sure of that, if need be."

Y/n scoffed. Her anger was a fiery, radiant thing. Alastor found himself thinking she had always reminded him quite a bit of a lioness when she got like this. The thought had been an accident, he couldn't afford to be distracted. Not when these were the stakes. Alastor pushed it away.

"You fucking... literally why? Like, what? I... sorry, just taking me a bit to process this: the demon who tricked me into selling my soul to them is now going to use that contract to take me, a valuable asset, out of a war which we cannot afford to loose?"

"Yes." Alastor nodded.

"Because?" Y/n prompted in irritation after a moment.

Alastor sighed.

"Y/n, think about what could happen if you are here."

"The same thing that could happen to any one here!" Y/n threw her arms up in exasperation, gesticulating her frustration as she spoke, "The same thing you're forcing on Husk and Nifty, have you had this chat with either of them?"

Alastor didn't respond. It was all the answer she needed.

"Yeah, I didn't fucking think so!" she scoffed, "So it's okay for everyone to risk their lives -- it's okay for you to risk your life even, but not me? Its okay for you to force my friends to risk their lives, but you're going to force me to stay out of it? Listen to yourself, you sound ridiculous."

"We don't need your help. You're slow, you will only hold us back."

The comment he had hope would dampen Y/n's spirit, bend her will into submission, only added to her fire.

"I'm... that's bullshit and we both know it. I might be small, but so is Nifty. Everyone has skills they can offer. I know how to fight, how to survive, and we will have angelic weapons for Christ's sake. Like, I really don't understand what the issue your having is here."

"Y/n, just... no." Alastor shook his head, a hand to his temples, "No. You will not be here tomorrow. I forbid it. I'm sending you to stay with Rosie."

"What am I, your kid?" Y/n sneered.

Alastor looked over at her, his hand falling from his forehead.

"Just please, Y/n." he took a step forward, pulling her hands into his. Alastor took a deep breath. "For me."

Y/n's eyes went wide. Alastor could see the conflict, the swirling emotions. Anger turned to grief, mixed with gratitude, and became anger again. A never ending cycle.

His heart pounded against his chest, it fought him valiantly for release. It had been so long. So long since she'd looked at him with anything other than disgust, so long since she had let him touch her like this.

Y/n settled on confusion as her dominant emotion and pulled her hands from his grasp. Alastor mourned the contact, his hands still held up in the air where hers had met them as Y/n took a step away.

"Why."

It wasn't a question. Y/n commanded information and at the end of the day, he may own her soul but she owned his heart. Alastor felt like in some way, she always had. He couldn't bear the thought of loosing her but, he didn't know if he could handle the rejection either. There was no way, no chance, she would believe him if he told her too much of the truth but, lying wouldn't work either. It would have to be a careful balance, a calculated withholding of information. Too much was riding on tomorrow, on tonight, on this very moment.

"Because I don't want you to die."

Y/n's brow furrowed even further, their eyes growing wider still as she stumbled another step back. Her back was nearly against the wall now, there wasn't anywhere else she could go.

Her eyes flitted around the space fervently. Her lips formed words that never left her mouth. Alastor watched, stress eating him alive. At last, Y/n did something. She brought her hands to her head and sunk to the floor, her knees pulled into her chest.

"What are you doing to me." she muttered softly, just barely loud enough for him to hear.

For what felt like the thousandth time, Alastor felt a little piece of his heart fracture off. He didn't know how much more he could take of this before there was nothing left to break, nothing left to loose. She looked up at him, her hands still holding either side of her head and her eyes wet with tears.

"Why do you care?"

Alastor's breath caught in his throat. There was an insistence in her voice, a pleading. He stood in indecision for a moment, frozen by want, by need, by fear. His body took over as he took a step towards Y/n. Alastor kneeled down in front of her.

With great care, with a familiarity and gentleness Y/n hadn't felt from him in years, Alastor untangled her fingers from her hair. He held her hands in his once again and this time, he wasn't going to let go.

"Because I care about you."

Shock at his own bravery emanated from his chest. Alastor held his breath.

"You..." Y/n's eyes hardened, "I wish you'd stop messing with my head like this. Its not funny."

"Y/n, I'm not messing. I am not playing a game, I'm not..." Alastor sighed, letting go of one of Y/n's hands and running his hand through his hair as he looked to the side.

Taking a deep breath, he turned back to face her, grabbing her free hand once again.

"I don't know what I can do to prove it to you, that I'm not. But I will keep you safe. No matter what, you will not be here tomorrow."

"Please, Alastor."

His heart stopped. He couldn't recall the last time she'd asked him for anything that wasn't to leave her, Husk, and Nifty, alone. He couldn't recall the last time she'd seemed to fragile in his arms.

"Please, they're... they're my family. I can't..." a single tear rolled down Y/n's cheek, "I can't just leave them."

"I..."

There was a moment, a split second where he almost agreed. Alastor's eyes narrowed. He dropped Y/n's hands and got back to his feet. She adjusted her position in response, nearly kneeling before him.

"Please, Alastor. Let me help them. Let me do what I can to protect my family. Please. I'll do anything you want... I'll..."

It almost worked. Alastor felt his purpose waver again. Then the fear came back. He had already lost so much. His mother, his humanity, his own soul and free will. Alastor refused to add Y/n to the list of things that were so far out of his reach. He just couldn't. He didn't care if she hated him for the rest of eternity, as long as it meant she was safe at his side.

"No." he shook his head, his heart hardening, "You forget, you already have to do whatever I want. You forget, I own you."

Y/n's scream of anger as the shadows took her was muffled as she was sucked into their portal. Alastor stood, watching the spot she had been in for a few moments and then, he doubled over in pain. It shot through him in spikes, in daggers. It was the first time he had told her that. Not once before had Alastor ever said those three words to Y/n, not even when they had first made their deal. I own you.

The guilt, the regret, all of it underpinned by the overwhelming love. It had been trapped for so long, so sheltered and pushed back in the recesses of his mind that it had twisted. The love had become obsessive, dangerous, hungry.

With a breath, Alastor stood straight once again. Pushing his composure back to the surface, he smoothed his hair and went down to the bar to inform everyone of his decision. He may have forced Y/n to do something she didn't want to, fracturing things further than he'd believed possible, but he wasn't going to blame her for it. Alastor was used to being the villain and hopefully, in this case, he wouldn't have to be. Hopefully, they would understand.

Y/n gasped for breath as she was let out of the shadow portal. Panting on all fours, slowly she brought herself back together. Y/n had met Rosie before, once or twice. She knew she was a kind soul at heart, a reasonable person, and she knew that Rosie's cannibals were the main force of their army tomorrow. All she had to do was convince the overlord to let her join them, and it would be okay.

Taking a deep breath to restore her confidence, Y/n looked up. Her heart dropped.

"No."

She got to her feet, looking carefully around the decrepit old radio tower.

"No. Nonono."

Her breaths becoming panicked, she ran to the door. It was locked. Taking a step back, she kicked it harshly. The firm wood didn't budge.

Driven by adrenaline alone, Y/n ran to the windows and began to hit them with all her might. None of them so much as trembled.

"No!"

She looked wildly around the space and, spotting Alastor's chair, picked it up. Y/n hurled it at the window. There was a crash and for a split second, there was hope. That was until she realized it was the chair that had broken, not the window.

"No! No!"

Turning back to the door, she hurled her body repeatedly against it. Each time, she got the biggest running start she could. Each time, there was no change at all, nothing happened. Fresh tears pooled in her eyes, she was long past panicked now.

"NO!"

After about twenty minutes, Y/n was out of breath and exhausted. Her whole body hurt and her face was sticky with tears. She sat at the door, her back pressed against it and her knees pulled into her chest. Burying her face in her legs, she sobbed.

Everyone was at the hotel, except for her. Everyone was preparing to fight for and protect what they loved, except for her. What would they think? What would they say? Much more importantly, would they make it out?

A sudden fear gripped her, a fist around her heart. Would she ever see any of them again? Y/n's sobs redoubled.

"Fucking..."

She sniffed, her panic and grief quickly fixing itself back in the shape of the familiar anger. She could see him in her minds eye, that moment his eyes had softened, that moment she thought that maybe he had been telling the truth all along, that they really had been friends, that he really did care.

"I hate you Alastor!" she screamed to herself, alone in the dark, "I hate you and I will continue to hate you until the day I fucking die again!"

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A/N I love an irredeemable villain and doomed, misshapen love. I'm sorry to anyone who wanted this to end up happy.

[the-marshals-wife]

Angel Shot (John Wick x Reader)

─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─

A/N: Just a little something because I missed writing for John and watching all the movies again on winter break has got me feeling inspired. ♥

Description: John Wick x Fem!Reader, protective John fluff | Warnings: mild language, alcohol, suggestive themes, Y/N is harassed/threatened and John intervenes | Setting: before Helen (or AU without her, you decide) | Word count: 1,474

Gif credit: user johnswick

Imagine John coming to your defense when a former associate won't leave you alone

It had been a long week. All you wanted was a moment of peace and a cold drink. Normally, you had no trouble finding that at the bar within the New York Continental. On this night, however, you found yourself wishing you had gone elsewhere. No sooner had you taken the first sip of your cocktail did Rico Augustine spot you from across the room.

You keep your eyes fixed forward and pretend not to notice his approach on your right.

"Look who it is," he announces, mockery in his voice, "The rooftop sniper."

"Rico," you acknowledge placidly. You could already sense this interaction would not remain civil. A quick glance his direction allowed you to take notice of his haggard, unshaven face and wrinkled suit. Even in the subdued glow of the mood lighting, you could see the wildness in his bloodshot eyes as he clutched the edge of the bartop.

"I'd offer to buy you a drink," he starts, leaning in closer, "but considering I'm a little light of funds right now, maybe you should be the one getting me something, huh?"

The alcohol on his breath was strong enough to burn your nose. Apparently, he'd managed to evade both sleep and sobriety since you last spoke.

"I already have one," you say, gesturing with your glass, "And I'm not sure you need another."

"It really is the least you can do, after what you stole from me," he provoked, his disgust poorly veiled.

His proximity, paired with his odor and audacity, set a fire in your blood.

"Are we really going to go over this again?" you ask, turning toward him, "I didn't know you were there last night. I wouldn't have taken the shot if I had. I don't work like that."

"You know that's my territory. I followed that mark for two hours and you took him right out from underneath me. I needed that money," he seethes, drawing out his next words, "You owe me."

You pivot back to the bar, your temper flaring. "It was an open contract, Rico. Just because we worked together on the Morocco Exchange doesn't mean I owe you," you state, taking a swig before speaking once more, "I already gave you a 30% cut, from a profit you didn't earn in the first place. That means we're finished."

His hand flies up to grab your wrist, causing you to drop your drink. The glass rattles and liquid sloshes out as it hits the bartop, but it does not fall over. With the dull roar of music and conversation filling the room, the noise isn't enough to catch the distracted bartender's attention.

"What if I say we're not?" he asks, his voice growling in your ear, "What if we're only finished when I say we are?"

Before you can answer or go for the dagger concealed in your shirt sleeve, you feel the cold steel of a concealed blade begin to dig into your ribs.

"I tried being polite, but you just had to keep flapping those lips of yours."

"You don't want to do this," you warn through gritted teeth.

"Wrong again," he sneers, his gratified tone sending a shiver down your back, "Why don't we continue this conversation up in my room, hm?"

You try to make eye contact with the bartender, but his back is still turned toward you, occupied with a chatty patron. Only one option remained: be even less civil. You try to free your dagger slowly from its sheath on your forearm without Rico noticing. It starts to slide loose as he pulls you toward him with a sickening laugh. The hilt is almost in your palm when, in the mirror on the wall of liquor bottles, you catch a glimpse of someone approaching from behind. They come to stand at your left a few seconds before you hear a voice that brings immediate relief.

"Hey, Y/N."

"Hey, John," you say.

"Nice night," he remarks.

"Sure is," you reply, glancing to him from the corner of your eye.

"Evening, Rico. Can I buy you a drink?" John asks.

"Thanks John, but Y/N and I are about tapped out for the night. Ain't that right?"

You attempt to turn your head towards John, but Rico pushes the blade harder into your side in response.

"Yeah," you say unconvincingly, wincing from the sting, "Thought about ordering an Angel Shot though."

There's a brief silence before John speaks again. "That so?"

"This doesn't concern you, Wick," Rico snarls, his fake cordiality gone in an instant, "Mind your business."

"Actually, you made it my business when you pulled that knife," John responds calmy, "Now, how about that drink? Or shall I make a dinner reservation instead?"

You feel the grip on your arm loosen a bit. Your assailant knew as well as you did what that meant. One of two things awaited him: a whiskey, or a body bag.

Despite the warning, Rico scoffs, looking past you to glare at John.

"Come on, Wick. You and I both know you don't have the balls to break hotel rules," he retorts, his thin lips curling into smirk.

John doesn't blink. "You willing to bet on that?"

You suppress the urge to smile as you watch the reflection of your harasser's face lose its gusto, along with most of the color.

"Last chance, Rico," John says, "Take your hands off her, and walk away."

Your pulse pounds in your ears.

Rico narrows his gaze, but lets go of your arm. "Of course. Whatever you say, Baba Yaga," he jeers, rubbing his mouth with his sleeve.

You exhale, but the sweaty brute leans back in close to your face and hisses, "The Boogeyman won't always be there to save you. This isn't over."

Rico starts to walk past you, but John grabs his arm, and tilts his head ever so slightly. "I didn't catch that last part."

He clears his throat, avoiding John's piercing stare. "It was nothing."

"Uh-huh," he deadpans, "Didn't think so."

"What's the matter, Wick? We're all professionals here, aren't we?" he poses; more a begrudged plea for mercy than an inquiry.

"Some of us more than others, it would seem," John replies, proceeding to lower his voice, "If you threaten her again, you'll find out just how professional I can be."

Rico clenches his jaw, his eye twitching in rage. Even as he choked on his own venom, he knew he was beaten. He violently recoils as John releases his arm, straightening his jacket and running a trembling hand through his disheveled hair. You, John, and the rest of the room watch him retreat until he's completely out of sight.

Boogeyman or not, John had a way of drawing attention. The hush that had fallen over the room fades as customers return to their drinks and conversation, no doubt now discussing what sort of gruesome scene they were nearly witnesses to.

John finally turns to you. "Are you alright?"

You nod and smile a bit, "Thanks to you."

"I'm sure you had it handled."

"Yeah, but I wasn't looking forward to scrubbing his blood out of this fabric. You can never find this color, I'd hate to toss it," you chuckle, looking down at your shirt.

"We wouldn't want that," he says, amused.

You replace your tousled hair behind your ear and meet his softened gaze. "Thank you, John."

"You're welcome, Y/N," he says, reaching into his jacket pocket, "You look like you could use a refill."

He holds up an all-too-familiar gold coin, then places it on the bartop. "On me."

"That's two I owe you then," you counter, giving him a knowing look.

"No. You don't owe me anything," he states, kind but firm. The look he gives you in return makes you feel that you shouldn't argue.

"Fair enough," you say, watching the now attentive bartender top off your beverage, "But at least let me get you a bourbon."

John retrieves his phone from another pocket, reading the screen and stowing it back as fast as he'd produced it.

"Thank you, but I'll have to take a raincheck," John says, touching your shoulder before walking away. "Take care of yourself, Y/N."

"You have business elsewhere tonight?" you question, calling after him.

"Yeah," he answers, pausing a moment, "But I won't be checking out for another day or so."

You smirk. "Be seeing you, then?"

He nods, the smallest trace of a smile on his face.

"Be seeing you."

He turns to leave, and your eyes follow him until the last. Drink back in hand, your heart continues its excited drumming. You press the cold crystal to your lips and grin. Perhaps it wasn't such a bad night after all.

"Give 'em hell, John."

[mortish-writes]

I don't think Zealot's wish for marriage is petty or silly given how the world she lives in treats women and unprotected "fallen" women in particular. I do see it as a desperate bid for some amount of control and compromise: she's spent the only week of her new life being coerced and pressured into sex and pregnancy with men she barely knows long before she's ready on pain of both a supposed tyrannical god invasion and Nythara taking back her gifts (the greatest of which is, y'know, her life).

(And really, Nythara's demand is essentially the same as a pimp's: "Have sex with these men I tell you to or I'll kill you.")

And it's especially brutal if Zealot loses faith in Elodine and doesn't automatically replace her with Nythara. She's been cut loose from a life line with no tether or security, she doesn't trust the person she's taking orders from, and it's supremely easy to feel like Valdricht is only making this offer for transactional purposes because he wants blood and cunny. Marriage, in this instance, isn't a meaningless distinction or a legal certification before she can comfortably fuck: it's a clause on the contract that no one but MC wants. She has to have protection and mentoring because Nythara made her a darksinger with divine blood; she has to stay with Valdricht and Serax no matter her wishes on the matter because she'll face consequences from Nythara if she doesn't. Her request for marriage is something that she's asking for purely for herself and there's meaning in that.

(This isn't really in response to any one person in particular; it's just that I've seen some jokes and comments with the tone of "Haha, bless Zealot's heart: she thinks getting married will matter" since the excerpts on Patreon went up. And I'm just like, "Yeah, it does." Just maybe not for the reasons people are thinking.)

I'm being tongue-in-cheek when I joke about the Zealot wanting marriage. I'm a marriage enjoyer. I told my now-husband on the first date that I wasn't interested in dating him if he wasn't going to marry me. For anyone who wants to get married, you're allowed to do that and it's a great way to weed out f-boys. You can also say you want kids. Don't let a pretty face or loneliness compromise your values. The More You Know‧₊˚✩彡

I agree that between Val and Nythara, the MC is essentially backed into a corner. That's the main reason I labeled the story with dub-con, because you can make the argument that she's not acting of her own free will. Or, at the least, she has to convince herself that she is, which is kind of sad. Marriage is her way of asserting her own desires into a world that seems determined to dictate her path. That said, iirc you're on the unaligned Zealot route. No spoilers, but I can almost promise you'll like your MC's version of Night VI.

[russellsppttemplates]

hi, I was wondering if you could write something with one of the drivers overworking themselves and the reader sees how badly it’s effecting him and he doesn’t get to spend much time with her and his family and there all worried that he’s may burn out and asks him to take a break and is met with a bit of resistance but eventually agrees, thank you 🥰

Note: I don't have a big Carlos piece yet and I'd be happy to make this into a bigger piece if you'd like 🫶💗

Another week, another opportunity Carlos missed spending time with his family and friends. Lately, his worries got the best of him - as well as the surgery - and he worked a lot. If he wasn't working out, he was in the Sim of in the office reviewing strategies and data, leaving very little time for everyone around him. His lack of contract next year definitely occupied a good part of his mind and everyone else started noticing how much it really was taking up and how it was soon going to be too much if he didn't manage everything well.

"My love, can I talk to you for a second?", you asked as you walked inside the office, seeing his sat in the long sofa instead of at the desk, "sure, come here, cariño", he urged.

"I'm not going to bat around the bush, this is going to be straight off the bat - me and your family are concerned you're running yourself harder than you should, and of you keep going at this rate, you're going to burnout soon", you tried, rubbing his thigh softly.

He pondered his words for a bit, "I have to do all I'm doing, Y/N, if I stop, I'll fall behind - it's bad enough as it is", he argued.

"But it's not doing you any good, handsome, you're more tired, you barely spend time with your family, with me even", you argued back. You didn't want to play that card or make him feel like he was failing you, that wasn't the point, "you're not doing the things that bring you joy outside of your work, and it shows", you attempted again.

"I have to keep working, I can try and make more time for them, but I can't miss my workouts and these data analysis sessions", he reasoned.

"Handsome, I never wanted you to stop all of a sudden - and I knew you wouldn't anyway, I know who I'm dating, believe it or not", you smiled, "all I'm saying is you need to protect yourself too, have a place to just be yourself and let loose for a bit", you grabbed his hand and brought it to your mouth, kissing his knuckles.

"I will try my best", Carlos stated, "I'm sorry if I've been neglecting you", he said and you shook your head.

"No worries, now come and help me because your parents are coming over for dinner!", you have him a cheeky smile, pulling him to the kitchen and away from work for the rest of the day.

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

[shayrose5494]

Valentino Must Die

So I have Hazbin Hotel brainrot and hate Valentino with a fiery passion. So I decided to compile a list of who I'd like to see be the one to off him when his time comes and how I think it would go down. This list is essentially from least exciting (but no less satisfying) to most exciting:

6. Husk

Now Husk is so low on this list because let's be honest, he's one of the most predictable ones to do it. It's been established by Vivziepop that apparently his and Angel's relationship will be a slow burn, but it's been hinted HuskerDust is endgame, so it would make sense for Husk to be the one to take Val out.

I imagine that one day, Angel returns to the hotel seriously hurt because of Val. This would be the tipping point for Husk. So he tracks down Val. Now this part could go one of two ways visually:

Scenario 1: We see Husk track down Val, and after a bit of a confrontation (and veiled threat on Husk's end), the screen cuts to black. Cut back to the Hotel, where Angel is finding out Husk went after Val. Angel, despite being in pain, has to go find Husk. But before he can leave, a bloodied Husk returns. He tells Angel he never has to worry about Val hurting him again and that he'll keep him safe. Insert HuskerDust first kiss.

Scenario 2: Husk still tracks down Val, but Angel arrives before the fight really begins. Val tries to hurt (or even kill) Angel. This send Husk into a rage and for the first time we get to see Husk's full demon appearance. The fight ensues and Husk comes out on top. Insert HuskerDust first kiss (I kinda sort ship it lol)

5. Angel

Angel is the one that has the most motivation to kill Val, which is why he's also so low on this list. Like Husk, this is quite predictable.

I imagine something along the lines of Husk's Scenario 2. But instead of Husk going full demon (maybe because he's lost his overlord status he can't go full demon anymore) he still fights as is. Unfortunately, this gives Val the upperhand.

So when it seems Val is going to win this fight, and possibly kill Husk, Angel shoots Val. We know Angel has the guns to do it. But he's always been too afraid of Val to follow through. But seeing Husk, someone he loves, facing Val's wrath, this would be the motivation Angel needs. (We know Angel is protective about those he cares about, like he was with Charlie when she came to the studio). Angel kills Val and HuskerDust kiss. (I'm trying to manifest it into existence ok).

4. Charlie

Now, I don't actually think Charlie would kill Val. However, I'm not gonna rule it out or be mad about it if it happens.

After all, we all saw how she went full demon after Sir Pentious' death. I wouldn't put it past Charlie to go full demon on Val after learning the extent of his abuse towards Angel (she nearly did in the studio). She's already lost one friend, she's not about to loose another. But we all know, that if Charlie got into a fight with Val, there would be no option of sparing him. And not even Angel would be able to talk her out of it this time.

3. Cherri

I feel like Cherri's motivation would be similar to Charlie's. She also lost Sir Pentious and there is no way in hell (pun 10000% intended) she's going to loose Angel to moth boy.

I'd love nothing more than to see her shove one of her bombs down his throat then walk away as he explodes in the background like in an action movie.

2. Niffty

Nothing would bring me more joy than watching Niffty pull an Adam2.0 with Val. And since we know that she enjoys killing bugs, watching her kill the giant pest would be so satisfying.

I imagine that Angel would finally tell Val, he's done, contract be damned. So Val shows up to the hotel. A fight between Val and the gang ensues. Val, like Adam, starts monologuing, until a knife pops through his chest.

Bonus points if Niffty does it because a tiny moth came flying through the lobby, so her thinking it's the same principle as with mother roaches and their children, kills Val to send a message to the moths lol.

Finally, last but never least, and my personal favorite because it's so out of left field:

Alastor

Now, hear me out, this one's a bit strange, but let me explain:

Imagine the Husk/Angel scenario where Husk goes after Val, but Val gets the upper hand. Husk is seriously injured (not killed mind you, just injured). While Alastor doesn't consider Husk a friend, he does own Husk's soul. And if you think anyone but Alastor can hurt Husk and get away with it, you'd be sorely mistaken.

Alastor would rip Val limb from limb (and we love that for Val). Plus this would reinforce the rivalry between Alastor and Vox, especially of Vox and Val are still in their dating phase of their on/off relationship. This could even bump Vox up to a serious antagonist for the hotel.

I know that some of these were a bit far-fetched, but I love twists and turns like that in movies and TV. Going in one direction for so long before taking an unexpected turn. If anyone else has any other ideas let me know. I want to hear all of the fun ways we could kill Val. In the meantime:

Piggy kisses for your troubles.

[wishforhome]

so so late but rules of engagement for the wip folder tag game thing?

I really wanted someone to ask about this one so I am PLEASED.

This is from my wardencrow polycule series, in which Viago (of course it's Viago) insists that they need to agree on rules for their relationship and sign a contract.

I'm struggling with it because it's basically just an INSANELY LONG conversation. I have most of the dialogue written but I need to fill out all the stuff *around* the dialogue and it's a drag and I kind of hate it.

I kind of feel like I need to throw out what I have and maybe approach it differently, because I'm just not sure the current format works.

But here's what I've got so far for the intro, plus the actual rules. Under the cut for length!

The house is dark and quiet, with candles set glowing around the room. In the hearth, a blazing fire casts flickering shadows across the walls. Four goblets on the table, filled with wine. The four of them sit around the table in various states of undress: Viago and Lucanis are wearing trousers but nothing else; Rook is in one of Lucanis’s shirts, loose and unbuttoned; and Teia – of course – is completely bare, leaning back in her chair with one foot resting in Viago’s lap. “This is the third time,” Viago says, and he draws towards him the sheet of paper and writing implements he had asked Lucanis for. “If we’re going to keep doing this, we need to set some ground rules.” Teia throws her head back when she laughs. “A contract, Vi? Really? That is so you.”

But Lucanis leans forward in his own chair, his elbows on the table. “He’s right, though,” he says. “It’s a good idea. It keeps things neat.” Rook eyes her lover, quirking an eyebrow. The whole thing feels a little … silly. “I understanding wanting to keep things clear,” she says, “but a contract seems a bit excessive. Do we have to sign it in blood?” Viago’s expression is as serious as usual; only the fact that he’s determined to write the document while half-dressed points to the absurdity of the situation. He taps the tip of the quill against the page as he explains. “It wasn’t a big deal when this was just a thing we did once or twice for fun. But if we keep doing it – if this becomes an ongoing arrangement – there are risks. Big ones,” he says. “We’re Crows, most of us, and this is dangerous. A contract is how we keep things clear. We all agree, we all sign – ink will do – and it protects everyone.” Rook frowns. “Dangerous?” she echoes. “But it’s just sex.” Viago shakes his head. “In the Crows, it’s never just sex.” He writes a handful of words across the top of the page. Teia leans over towards him and stifles a giggle. “‘Mutual Agreement for Discretion and Proper Conduct,’” she reads out loud. “You’re taking this very seriously, darling.” “It is serious,” Viago insists, but there is a certain brightness in his eyes and a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Now, who wants to suggest the first rule?”

The Rules:

First Rule. We respect each other’s boundaries, and we never push anyone to do anything they aren’t interested in. Second Rule. We keep the lines of communication open, and we only lie to each other when absolutely necessary. Third Rule. It should be fun. If it stops being fun, we stop doing it. Fourth Rule. It should be mutually beneficial – politically, personally, and physically. Fifth Rule. Nobody falls in love; this is not a romantic arrangement. Sixth Rule. It must be secret. No matter how trustworthy someone seems, nobody outside the four (five) of us can ever know. Seventh Rule. Outside of the bedroom, we are never app together without a good reason. Eighth Rule. No threesomes. When we’re together, it’s all of us, or not at all. Ninth Rule. If anybody wants out, it’s over – no questions asked, no hard feelings, no consequences.

Bonus: My favourite part of their conversation, about rule eight.

R: Nobody gets left out. Nobody gets left behind. V: Are you really bringing your Warden mission protocols into this? R: (dryly) Yes, my group sex Warden protocols, that’s exactly what this is. We have a manual and everything, you know. Training drills, the works. T: I didn’t realize the Wardens were so … progressive. R: Oh yeah. All those long nights in damp, dark forts. You get bored, you know.

[darkspellmaster]

As kuroshitsuji gets a hiatus to make way for Yana to prepare for the climax, what are your current thoughts or predictions to how the next events will unfold? How long do you think we still have before the loose end of the story gets tied together?

Also.. do you think Lizzie will still have a chance to return to Our!Ciel, or will it be too late for her/them? I have a horrible thought that she might end getting injured or killed (I really hope she won't though 😭) but I still hope there will still be time for them to explore and acknowledge their feelings for each other, no matter the nature of it.

And what about Soma? I really hope he finds out the truth soon that it wasn't his best friend who killed Agni :< he can't drop out of the series not knowing anything sksksks

I absolutely love these two characters so I hope we get to see them return to the earl's side eventually

Thoughts for Yana going on break. GOOD! Girl needs it, she hasn't had a break ever, and avoided it even when her mother passed in 2011. So yeah I'm all for her going on a trip.

Few things are crossing my mind. First, the stranger, Barnabus, who showed up to greet Sebastian and O!Ciel, I have a feeling he's going to be someone like Blavat. He knows things. Honestly I feel like the young Earl is going to have to come face to face with some aspects of himself, and possibly the fact that Sebastian liked to trick him into the contract.

My guess, at least a few months after the break, and probably a year or more for it to conclude. I'm of the opinion that Lizzie is going to be like Gerda from the Snow Queen and be the one that saves O!Ciel from Sebastian in the end. I think the kids from FOL are going to play a part, (what I'm worried about with Theo is that HE's going to be the one that gets with Lizzie since HE fits Ciel to a T and Finny even implies that he's the most like his young master) in dealing with R!Ciel and Undertaker. I honestly think UT isn't clued in about how R!Ciel may have helped in the deaths of Vincent and Rachel. I honestly think there will be for the two of them. I'm wondering if Yana will end up doing what Kaori Yuki did and split the series into two. In that case we had Godchild and Count Cain. In this case I wonder if we'll have Black Butler and something else. So that would allow more exploration with Ciel and Lizzy. God I'm going all over the place with this because so many theories in my head right now. Soma I think will come back and protect Ciel, he's going to be his Agni going forward and keep Ciel safe from things. I think he knows that O!Ciel and R!Ciel are two different people and realized that it wasn't O!Ciel that killed Agni. If I was a betting person, given what Yana has said in tweets: Druitt is the final big bad and not the Queen as she stated that he is always there when important things happen.

(We've seen it with each arc where something happens. Jack the Ripper (Madam Red dies and we get the Reapers), the curry arc he's a judge, Circus I think he's mentioned only, Ship arc he's trying to take over the world, Public school he connects Redmond to Stoker, He's seen as the Red house leader in the Green witch, He probably will show up in Brighten. Also the guy is based on Alister Crowley, the famed Occultist, so Yeah...I'm banking on him being behind the whole thing.

Already has a connection to Vincent via the past.

Noble and a doctor

Has the goal and desire to be a king

Dude was willing to sell Ciel as a girl to the highest bidder.

There's more there, but maybe I should do it as a theory.

O!Ciel and Lizzie are going to be the Kai and Gerda of this story and in order to stop Sebastian, Lizzy is going to have to cry out the seal in some way and remove it with tears.

Soma is going to be the one that protects Ciel from R!Ciel and helps beat him.

I feel like by the end, Sebastian just isn't going to want to eat Ciel since it would be no longer fun for him. Or he can't because of Ciel's connection to Undertaker.

I hope so too. Soma will be coming into my story though.

[space-writes]

find the word

tagged by @charlesjosephwrites, thank you! my words are high, defy, bring, and send. i’m just going on a meander through my writing folder for these, because why not

nsfw warning for sexual content in ‘high’

[ID - a purple and black decorative divider]

high

from the rough draft of Contract Negotiations (Forgotten Realms, Glasya/Warlock OC)

Glasya runs a thumb over Niamh’s lips. “What do you still have that I want, hm?” Her fingers trail down Niamh’s neck, over the straps of her armour, the front of her cuirass, the buckle of her belt. “What do you possess that might tempt me?” Clink of metal. Leather on leather. Tug of belt coming free, pluck of laces coming undone, and Glasya’s eyes still on hers, legs either side of hers, breath on her cheek. “Seems like you have something in mind,” Niamh manages to say, voice strangled. Glasya chuckles. Warm fingers slip into Niamh’s trousers, beneath her smallclothes, and she’s expecting—hoping for, because she’s well and truly beyond fucked—claws, but all she feels are soft fingertips pressing through the nest of curls between her legs and she gasps because it’s been a while since any hand but hers got within a country mile of her clit. (The last one was one of Glasya’s high priestesses in Waterdeep and yes it was on the altar where the fuck else would it have been.)

defy → defiant

from the past is a choke chain (BG3, Durgetash)

“I assume you aren’t here to kill me, given you’re molesting my paperwork.” Rune’s head snaps up. Gortash leans against one of the columns, clawed gauntlet glinting in the moonlight, fully dressed despite the late hour. Rune refuses to move, sitting back in the chair with his hands on the arms as if he owns it. He wore no armour tonight for silence’s sake, and beneath Gortash’s gaze feels like some soft-bellied Underdark thing stripped from its protective carapace. He hooks a foot over his knee and angles his chin up, defiant as much of his own fear as of his unremembered former ally. Something flickers across Gortash's face, quickly masked with a sardonic smile, and he shakes his head. “You really don’t remember anything, do you? Drink?”

bring

from an untitled ficwip with my Solasta OCs

Motherfucking, shit-eating, eight-legged sons of pox-riddled bitches! Locke is done with spiders. He’s done with them! He’s halfway up some crumbling chunk of forgotten ruin, hiding behind collapsed masonry and taking pot-shots at an oversized arachnid and the friends it decided to bring with it. Locke’s hands fumble at his quiver and he drops an arrow with a curse.

send

from Scream For Me (Obedience)

“Don’t send me back to my quarters.” His voice was rough-edged and ragged. “Please, Master, don’t.” I want to stay with you. “You may stay tonight,” Rizeth said, and relief rolled through him, warm and welcome. Rizeth’s free hand rested loosely on his knee, and Ashenivir reached up to take it. He wasn’t thinking of anything more than needing an anchor, but when their fingers slid together, he was overfull of moth wings again, the sound of them in his pulse almost deafening.

[ID - a purple and black decorative divider]

no-pressure tagging @mjjune @princessbonecrimes @thegreatobsesso and @ahordeofwasps with the words link, blink, think, and drink

[orchideae]

1) Opens up drafts with my head empty, ready to be flooded, not knowing where I'll go. 2) 30 seconds later: Okay but I will go feral any day of my life over Perilous Trail, and the fierce dichotomy of Xiao and Yelan. While they're far from being 'the same', they both view themselves as soldiers in one way or another (it's a very difficult word to use for Yelan, so I'm using it very liberally and very loosely), they have both suffered losses on the 'battlefield' and carry the burden thereof in their own ways. And yet they stand so firmly in opposition throughout the entirety of that questline up until the very end of the 'the end of the line' conclusion of the quest. Yes, I know that she offers him her gratitude in its aftermath and it is genuine, but she still never agrees with him and the decision that he made moments earlier. It simply 'worked out' because of Zhongli's interference, he's the only reason it worked out. And it's because of that, that she doesn't give him a hell of a hard time (obviously she can't go down there, but imagine the inner frustration of severe extents; when you condemn someone who you can't even see anymore). In the same way that she would do to anyone who would sacrifice themselves for others, but in this case, I think it's 'beautiful' that it's to Xiao; the one who seems most adamant to do so (which honestly, fits into the contract that the Yakshas chose to sign with Morax; 'the ultimate sacrifice' to protect for Liyue; 'for Liyue', and Liyue has always centered itself around its people), the one who everyone reveres (and so does she, as she notes in her voiceline, 'if I ever have the honor to fight alongside') and respects for good reason, she stands against him, because in that moment, regardless of his status, he makes a call that she considers wrong. And he doesn't even... fight her on it very fiercely, and that's what actually hurts me the most, it's as if the following line hit the nail directly on the head?

"Besides, if you were really so determined to end it all, you wouldn't have given us the opportunity to share our opinions."

[raitrolling]

👀 Amarys

Working as a highblood's bodyguard in which round the clock protection was part of the contract meant that having time off was quite rare for Amarys. Sure, she wasn't attached to Damath's hip at all hours of the night, but it was safer for him if she was always within running distance of wherever he may be.

But that doesn't mean that she had no freedom. She could still go out on her own on occasion provided she gave ample notice and was still contactable in case of emergency. Which was fine with her, she valued her own professionalism greatly, but also enjoyed getting moments to really let loose.

"Whoooo's next?"

Tonight, the jadeblood had found herself at the air hockey table at a not-so-local bar. She had walked into the place with her friend Erhart, but the seadweller had gone off somewhere while she was busy crushing the competition. With a fire in her eyes and lightning-quick reflexes (not to mention a brain unclouded by alcohol), she had quickly become a formidable opponent, and after ten rounds remained undefeated.

She glanced around at the crowd that had formed, confident and challenging. The yellowblood she had just beaten was getting heckled by his friends for his poor effort, but judging by the amount of times he slurred his words and repeated himself she doubted she was going to get another good round from him. Other trolls were trying to hype up their own friends and bet that they'll be able to bring down the jadeblood's reign, only to be met with cries of "nah, no way" and "why don't you do it?" and "buy me a couple more drinks first maybe".

That is, until a meek-looking anonblood is pushed towards the other side of the table.

"Wait, wait, wait-! I'm not that good! I'm gonna lose instantly and it's going to be so embarrassing and you're going to laugh so much and, look-! She's so pretty, I'm no match for her!" She waved her hands wildly at the blueblood who shoved her towards the table, who was laughing loudly and clearly too drunk to care about her worries. It also took her a moment to realise that she was speaking so loudly for her friend to hear her over the general bar noise that Amarys would have also heard her. She squeaked in shock. "Oh- Oh my god, I'm so sorry, that just slipped out! I didn't mean it, really! Well, okay, I did mean it because you're definitely not ugly, not at all and I really hope you don't think that way about yourself, but- Oh my god, I'm doing it again."

The anonblood facepalmed, pushing up her glasses into her fringe, and shook her head. Amarys laughed, endeared.

"Nooo worries! I'm ready when you are!" She replied, and slid the puck towards the anonblood's side.

[pridepages]

Everyday Power: A Restless Truth

I just finished A Restless Truth by Freya Marske. I have thoughts...

Here there be spoilers!

Power comes in many forms. You don't need to be able to cast a spell. Just be lucky enough to be born in the right body.

Picking up right where A Marvellous Light left off, A Restless Truth is the second installment in Freya Marske's The Last Binding trilogy. This time, we're following Sir Robin Blyth's sister, Maud, on a mission to protect the keeper of the second piece of Britain's magical contract.

What begins with a grey parrot named Dorian (hold for laughter) becomes a murder and a high-stakes chase aboard an ocean liner. During the crossing, Maud meets an old friend--Jack Alston, Lord Hawthorn--and several new ones including semi-professional radical scoundrel Alan Ross and the scandalous heiress, Violet Debenham.

Like her brother, Maud isn't a magician. By circumstance, she's been introduced to this world or 'unbusheled.' She has voluntarily taken up this fight to save British magic from renegade magicians who have broken from the ranks to violate the laws of magic out of greed.

In the modern world, we're used to seeing people who volunteer to save a community that isn't their own as selfless...

But does anyone else sense some sharks in the water?

No? Let's try this on for size:

Of our merry band, Alan Ross is the lowest rank. He's untitled, poor, Italian, and makes his way by day as a journalist for gossip rags and by night as a jewel thief and purveyor of pornography. Finding him caught in their mess, Maud attempts to defend him from having his memory wiped--or worse--by the magicians present.

Ross is offended.

"I'm trying to help you, Mr. Ross," said Maud indignantly. "I didn't ask for your bloody help. In fact, you're inflicting it on me against my will. An insult to my human dignity, that."

And there is the crux of the novel: power comes from choices...

And who gets to make them.

Maud may never have starved, and may be able to 'afford morals,' as Ross puts it, but that doesn't mean she's free. Women in this era were even more constrained by patriarchy than they are today. Maud needs to recruit the help of Ross and Hawthorn because they can literally go places she can't. Even hosting their squad meetings in Hawthorn's suite is a risk--Violet and Maud quickly get a reputation for being loose women that he's entertaining!

But even beyond the niceties, Maud and Violet are desperate for the freedom to make choices for their lives. Violet fled her family home and took up a life onstage in quest of personal agency. Maud finds hers not by running away...but by running towards. She wants to be involved in something bigger than herself--in a cause of her choice.

But Maud is not a magician. So that does beg the question...

Does she have the right to choose this one?

As Hawthorn repeatedly points out, Maud isn't a magician in any sense. She didn't acquire the power to cradle and cast. She certainly wasn't born to it. So who is she, really, to take up this fight and tell people who do live under its bind what they should be doing?

The novel both does and doesn't provide an easy answer to this question. Over the course of the adventure, Maud discovers that she is a medium. This puts her at least tangential to the world of British magic. Should the reader be inclined, they can take this pass and neatly resolve the question.

But if you're like me...you won't be satisfied. You might be left struggling with this question of who has the right and the responsibility in this sort of scenario.

Did Maud act heroically? Or was she out of line?

At what point does selflessness turn back on itself and become selfishness?

Even if that question's impossible to answer, the crux of the conflict is easy to see:

Choice is power, and power is choice.

They are unequally, unfairly bestowed.

And if you're lucky enough to have them?

Use them wisely.

[craigrsumter1]

Now I would like to draw some loose association with the people involved in this conspiracy and to mysterious and coincidental deaths of certain individuals. I say “loose” because I do not have all of the proof for some of the individuals, and for some of the deceased individuals, I have no proof. But it is my unwaivering belief that my family and their co-conspirators are responsible for the deaths of the individuals I am about to mention.

For the first deceased individual I would like to talk about is my uncle, Mike Sumter. The reason I know without a doubt that my family killed him is because about 7-10 days prior to his death my father, Leonard Sumter Jr., called me and told me that if I had anything I wanted to say to my Uncle Mike that I should call him. My dad then said my Uncle Mike had lung cancer and was going to die. He followed this statement by telling me that my Uncle Mike hadn’t been diagnosed with lung cancer or anything but that they all knew he was sick and would be dying soon. It was so very wierd. Well, just conveniently the day before this my Uncle Mike had called me for the first time in his entire life. I was happy to get a phone call from my Uncle Mike (he was my dad’s brother). I love family. It just turns out that most everyone in my family is pretty effed up and evil. They love to sew discord. During the phone call with my Uncle Mike, my Uncle Mike offered for he and his wife, Marsha, to meet me at my parents’ house if I made a trip to Mississippi to visit them. He seemed concerned for me or my safety it seemed but it didn’t really click or make sense at the time because I had no knowledge of anything that was going on behind my back. So I just told my Uncle Mike, who lived in Daphne, Alabama (very close to Mobile), that I could just stop by he and his wife’s house on my way to visit my parents and visit them. Again, I didn’t understand that he was trying to protect me because I didn’t know of all the evil that was taking place behind my back. Well then, my mother, Gloria Sumter, kept sending me nasty text messages and just being incredibly disrespectful towards me. I finally text messaged her back and asked her to please NEVER contact me again unless there was a medical emergency. Well, one week later is when I got the text message from my mother, Gloria Sumter, in which she stated my Uncle Mike had “fallen and [was] bleeding out of his eyes, ears, nose and mouth!” I learned he was being held at Mobile Infirmary in the NICU (Neuro Intensive Care Unit) and I immediately went to the South Fulton Parole Office, where my parole officer’s office was so that I could request a travel pass to go see my Uncle Mike in the hospital. (While on parole if you want to leave the state you have to have written permission from the parole office to where you report.) So I went to the South Fulton Parole Office and when I got there the parole chief told me that they were supposed to arrest me. I asked why? And he then stated that I had left the state without permission in June 2014. I told him that I hadn’t left the state, because I didn’t. Keep in mind, this whole “leaving the state without permission in June 2014″ was a scheme that my sister enacted to try to get me re-arrested. She’s a real POS (piece of shit), just like is most of my family. So, anyway after I went round and round with the parole chief and they withdrew the warrant for me allegedly leaving the state when I hadn’t, then they tried to tell me that I couldn’t go home to visit my parents because I didn’t have a job. They didn’t ask me if I had a job but somehow they were privy to this infomation. Remember, David Scott, fired me illegally on February 14th, 2014 after he broke into my Atlantic Station apartment and after he breached the employment contract he had with me. They only people that knew about this besides David Scott and myself were my parents, Leonard and Gloria Sumter, and my sister, Shalene Ryall/Sumter. So this means that one of these individuals had to contact my parole office and try to thwart me from getting a travel pass to go home and see my parents. Well, I replied to the parole chief, whose name I believe was Sang, that having a job was not a condition of my parole, and it wasn’t. For some people, having employment is in fact a condition of parole, but it was not for me. Then Parole Chief Sang asked me how I paid my rent. I told him that it was none of his business, that I had money saved. Because it is in fact, NONE of HIS BUS

[shwazzberryswriting]

The First Time

Pairing: Yuta x Femme Reader

Genre: One Shot, AU - Non-Idol NCT/Yuta and Mark are Salesmen, Porn With Plot(ish?), Loss of Virginity (Virgin Reader), Fluff, Smut, Angst

Summary: Yuta gets an unusual request from a coworker at his new job

Word count: 11.2k

Rating/Warnings: Mature/Not Beta Read, Kissing, Alcohol Consumption, Talks of Drug Usage, Drunk Kisses, Talks of Virgin Kink, Explicit Sexual Content: Experienced Yuta/Virgin Reader, Vanilla Sex, Protected Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Multiple Orgasms, Nipple Play, First Time Sex, Dirty Talk

Minors DNI! 18+ ONLY

Author’s Note: Prompted from an Ask. Thank you for the request OP Nonny!!! 💖💕💖💕💖 This was another unintentionally long fic but I loved writing it so much!!! 🥰💗 Your message really makes me so happy! 💗 Thank you for sending in the request, trusting me to write a story for you, and I hope you will enjoy this fic!!! I love Yuta so much😭 he's always so much fun to write.

Thank you everybody always for reading!!

Apologies in advance for any mistakes! I try my best to catch errors. I hope I did justice to OP's fantasy! 💚

**EDIT[08.12.2023]:** I cleaned up the fic throughout, no major changes. Grammatical fixes, changed up a few words throughout the fic. **

Please let me know of any technical errors or if you have feedback/questions

    “...and we all have to get drinks for Yuta!” Johnny Suh shouted, throwing his brown glass of beer into the air. “The 32% increase this quarter in sales, I know for certain, is because of our winning duo, Mark and our new man, Yuta!”

    People applauded, and Yuta smiled, soaking in the attention his coworkers were giving him. It was true. He’d only been working at LSM Publishing for a month, and he’d landed two multi-million dollar contracts for the company.

    “Yo, man! Congratulations on the deal!” Mark exclaimed, pulling Yuta away from the bar counter, grabbing his elbow. “I knew you'd convince Xiaojun to sign that exclusive deal! Taeyong and The Vision Bookstore! It’s gonna make us millions, man.”

    “I only had to wine and dine Xiaojun for a couple days.”

    Mark guffawed as Yuta threw his arm over Mark’s shoulders, squeezing his arm. If it hadn’t been for Mark’s friendship with Ten, the VP of the Vision Bookstore chain, there wouldn’t have been an opportunity for Yuta to meet Xiaojun. That was the magic in their pairing: Mark had the connections, and Yuta had the silver tongue to sell anything.

    They reached a large table - Mark making his way to the far end nearby a red and silver jukebox machine that controlled the music in the bar. He sat down beside a woman in a pair of jeans and a loose black tshirt. She had a kind smile, the apples of her cheeks bright pink, her hair perfectly set with a white headband.

    “Yuta, this is my girlfriend,” Mark said, throwing his arm over her shoulders. Yuta slid into the wooden booth set up along the wall, waving to Mark’s girlfriend.

    “It’s nice to meet you,” she said, holding a hand out to him, pressing her body up against Mark with one hand on his chest, unbothered that they were seated at a large table full of Mark’s peers. “Are you the new contractor who drove the company truck into a Starbucks? They covered that story on the news, right? Mark was watching all the news spots on YouTube a couple weeks ago-”

    “Babe, come on,” Mark said, his cheeks flushing.

    Yuta laughed, leaning over to pinch Mark’s cheek. Mark was Yuta’s closest friend, having been his trainer at his new job. He didn’t have a lot of people to hang out with at The GG Bar and Grill, Mark was the only person he knew well. It wasn’t a bad thing; Mark was easy going and Yuta was instantly charmed by Mark’s girlfriend.

    “I’m Lisa,” Mark’s girlfriend said as Yuta shook her hand. She had a firm grip. “It’s nice to meet Mark’s cool friend. He told me you know a dealer who sells shrooms?”

    “Babe!” Mark exclaimed. “My boss can walk in at any second.”

    “As if your boss is going to fire the best salesmen? Besides, it’s just shrooms.”

    Yuta bit down on his lip, staring intently at Mark smile awkwardly, hand touching Lisa’s cheek, leaning forward to listen to her say something into his ear. An old, dark feeling weighed down in his chest as he realized that he hadn’t had a girlfriend like that in ages. The type of girlfriend who shamelessly showed him affection, who went out of her way to let him know she wanted his full attention. He picked up his bottle of beer, taking a long drink, eyes glancing around the table.

    Yuta didn’t like to spend time outside of work with his coworkers. He preferred to start his weekends alone, maybe have a bubble bath as he listened to some music. But after getting an exclusive contract for their best author Lee Taeyong and the major bookstore chain The Vision Bookstore, he was talked into joining his coworkers to celebrate. Despite having no passion in being a salesman, Yuta was gifted in his profession. It guaranteed that he wouldn't have to worry about his lot in life…too much.

    As he set his beer down, a sweet lemony scent infiltrated his nose. A warm body landed to his right as a woman with her hair up in a bun was pushed into his booth. Her body slammed against the table, making his beer shake. His left hand steadied the glass bottle, right hand touching the stranger’s shoulder -softening her blow against the table- her white knit sweater soft against his fingers.

    “Are you OK?” he asked. Her lips were wet, downcast like her eyes.

    “Excuse me,” Mark called out, sitting up straight, his hold around Lisa’s shoulders loosening. The two men who’d knocked over the woman to Yuta stopped, standing beside their table. “You bumped into my friend. I think you owe her an apology.”

    The men exchanged glances, and then stared at Mark and Yuta, seeming to size them up. Yuta threw his arm around the woman beside him, her perfume making it hard for him to focus. Her body was rigid, but he pulled her closer to him, sliding her body right up against his, eyes focused on the two men standing beside the table. Running his free hand through his hair, he licked his lips.

    “Let’s have a good start to our weekend, gentlemen,” he said, eyes darting between the two men. “A simple mistake can be a simple mistake.”

    “Sorry ma’am,” the man closest to the table said, eyes shifting to the lemony woman.

    “It’s OK,” she said. When the two strangers left, she turned to look at him. “Thank you, Yuta.”

    His mind blanked. She knew him. But he had no idea who she was.

    How that could be possible, he was regretting it. Not only did she smell like delicious lemon flavored candy but she was beautiful, with a soft, warm body. She fit so well against his side. The way she said his name made him warm.

    He had to get laid.

    “[Y/N], where have you been?” Mark asked. “Are you OK? Those guys were assholes.”

    “I’m good,” she replied, smiling. Eyes upward, darting from Mark to Lisa. “Thanks for helping. I was texting with Moon Taeil. He’s coming in next week for a meeting with my boss.”

    “Do you know if he’s writing anything right now?” Lisa asked, leaning over the table. “I lost my shit when I read his ‘ Deadly Wolves ’ series.”

    “I don’t know anything outside of what sort of water and snacks Taeil wants for the meeting. He also likes all rooms he enters to be scented like lavender, to alleviate anxieties over his writings.”

    “Yo, I love working with Taeil,” Mark said, grabbing his beer, “but he’s eccentric, not gonna lie.”

    “His novels are good,” Lisa said. “It’s the eccentrics who write the best novels.”

    “Do you like working with Taeil?” Yuta asked [Y/N].

    Her face was glistening, beads of sweat building at her hairline with eyes focused on a plate of fries in front of them. Her shoulders were tense. Her shyness was an indicator of a secret freak or a virgin. He could read it all over the way her arms crossed over her chest with her eyes refusing to shift anywhere near him.

    He wasn’t oblivious to his effect on others. It took most people a few moments, maybe a few hours, to get over their initial shock meeting him. But there were a certain subset of people who just could not get over being shy around him. It took him a couple years to figure out that they often fell under two categories: Secret Freak or Virgin.

    Not that every such person he came across was a sexual conquest. He did have fun messing with some of them, even if there was no attraction or chemistry between them. The shy woman beside him seemed like she would be fun to play around with. Her arms pressed tighter around her chest as she looked around the place, away from him.

    “Taeil’s funny,” she replied, throwing her hands onto the table, her phone in her right hand. She looked back at the uneaten fries. “He was telling me about his trip to Atlanta last month. Have you ever worked with Taeil?”

    “I’ve only been here for a month so I only met him once. How long have you worked for the company?”

    “Like, um, two months.”

    “You’re new here too?”

    “Yeah.” He felt the tension in her shoulders loosen.

    “Do you like your job?”

    “Johnny Suh’s not a very organized man,” she said, head finally turning around to his direction.

    Her eyes were stunning, piercing into his, stirring something inside of him, his stomach feeling a tickle of heat. He sat up straighter, wiping the back of his hand against his mouth, suddenly worried that he had crumbs on his face.

    She’s a secret freak.

    “But he’s a very easy going boss. I hope to transfer to the marketing department soon. Being an assistant kind of sucks. Do you enjoy being in sales?”

    “Mark and I get to go out, sometimes we party with clients, so you could say that it’s enjoyable.” He grinned, watching her reach past the fries to grab a bottle of beer. Her body was noticeably pointed away from him, knees from her crossed legs turned toward the end of the table. The hem of her black pencil skirt was folded upwards against the top of her left thigh. He resisted the temptation to reach over and flick it back into place with his index finger. Instead, he ran his hand through his hair again as he glanced around the table. “There’s also the added perk of LSM Publishing always having something to celebrate.”

    “How many of these outings have you attended? Two?” Beer bottle tipped up to her mouth, she looked straight into his eyes as she took a long gulp. Her tongue licked her lips after swirling around the tip of the bottleneck of her beer, collecting the loose droplets at the rim.

    Secret freak.

    “Exactly two. How come I didn’t see you at the last party?”

    Her shoulders tensed as she leaned forward, her back no longer touching the booth. She set the beer down and looked away from his direction.

    “Are you serious, dude?” Mark said, cutting into their conversation. “Yuta, bro, you got so drunk [Y/N] and I had to carry you to your place. You’re lucky she was sober that night.”

    Yuta’s first night celebrating with his coworkers had been his fourth day on the job. He and Mark had closed a deal with a federally funded wildlife conservation organization. LSM Publishing had gained a new sales avenue with nonfiction printing.

    Yuta and Johnny Suh, one of the Executive Managers in Sales, had popped some pills in the gentlemen’s room right after they closed their multi-million dollar deal. He still didn’t know what drugs he’d taken that day, but he’d crashed hard at the end of the night, barely remembering anything after the company lunch.

    Staring at [Y/N], he finally solved the mystery as to how he woke up in bed in his boxers with a bottle of water and medicine beside him on his nightstand. His kitchen had been cleaned, too. Face burning, he removed his arm off her shoulders.

    The entire time he thought he’d done himself a couple favors in a drugged out haze.

    “Thank you,” he said, hand grabbing hers. Her fingers were in his hold, and she stared at their hands together on the table. “Had I known that you were my guardian angel that night, I would have thanked you much sooner.”

    He felt her body’s warmth radiate against his, making his nipples perk up. Her fingers curled in his palm, causing blood to rush up his face. He kept a cool demeanor as she pulled her hand out of his hold. A cold wave washed over him as he sat back in his seat. Her eyes were down at the table as she slid out of the booth.

    Virgin.

    “Lisa, do you need to use the restroom?” She mindlessly scratched below her ear with her index finger.

    Yuta touched his own neck, catching her eyes with his fingers gliding over the front of his throat. He smirked to himself as she quickly turned her back to the table.

    When the ladies left, Mark began laughing, slapping Yuta’s arm.

    “Bro, you seriously forgot about that night?” Mark picked up a new bottle of beer, draining it fast as he tilted his head back. He set the empty bottle down gently before clapping a hand on Yuta's shoulder. “[Y/N] was the one who said that we should clean your kitchen sink when you threw up all over your-uh I mean, over the sink.”

    “Sounds like I created a memorable night for the two of you.”

    “Yo, Yuta, bro, you gotta do something to make up for what just happened. We’re friends, man, so it’s cool with me that you forgot, like whatever, but [Y/N]? Come on, man. She’s an assistant too. They don’t get to have fun like we do at work.”

    Mark was right. Yuta felt much guiltier than anyone probably thought possible. He hadn’t even known that his sweet guardian angel existed until she landed right beside him.

    Standing up, he walked over to the jukebox behind where they sat, across from the area where a small crowd of college kids were playing a game of pool. As he scanned through the music catalog, he wondered, what could he do to make up for being a fuck up?

    “Oh my gosh! They have Aaliyah!” Lisa rushed to Yuta’s side, finger pointing to a song listed on the bottom left corner of the machine. “Oh, Yuta, is there a song you want to listen to?”

    “No, we can listen to what you want.”

    “You need to be nice,” she said, grabbing his arm before he could press the button to play Aaliyah’s “One in a Million”. “If I was Mark or [Y/N] I would have kicked your ass already. It was shitty what you did.”

    “I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I’m going to make it up to them soon.”

    “You better.” Her grip on his arm tightened. “Um, Yuta? Can you get me some shrooms?”

    He laughed, nodding.

    “Do you want me to drop it off at Mark’s place some time next week?”

    “If you can. Thanks.” She smiled sweetly, letting go of his hand. “You’re really cool, Yuta.”

    She returned to the table after paying for the song she wanted to play. Yuta followed her as the slow, heavy beats of “One in a Million” began. It was a sexy slow jam with Aaliyah’s voice effortlessly shifting between sweet and sultry. It’d been a while since Yuta had listened to old R&B. Motivated mostly by the scent of sweet lemons, Yuta held his hand out to his guardian angel.

    “Will you have this dance with me?”

    Her face remained facing away from him as she nodded. She put her hand into his, and he grinned as their eyes met. They stood beside the jukebox, the only ones swaying to the song. Her hands warmed his arms as he placed his hands on her hips. Her eyes were big, doe-like, with her chin tilted downward, seeming uncertain on where to look as her eyeballs darted between his face and his shoulder.

    “How long have you lived in the city?” he asked, trying his best to ignore the growing heat that kept rolling up and down - higher and lower - inside his chest the more they danced together.

    “Four years.” She straightened up, her body moving just the slightest bit closer to him. His stomach felt a lick of heat snap downwards. “I moved to a new neighborhood when I got my job working for Johnny, so everything feels fresh. You? Have you lived here long?”

    “I’ve only been living here for a couple months.”

    “Do you like it here?”

    “It’s a little lonely.”

    Her body warmed up his hands as she looked away from him.

    Virgin.

    “You don’t have a girlfriend? Or boyfriend?” she asked, looking at him. Her eyebrows furrowed as her eyes scanned his face. “Really?”

    His face felt hot with her piercing eyes so focused on him. He was skilled at keeping his face muscles unmoved, though.

    “Do I act like a taken man?” Right palm on the small of her back, he pressed her body up against his as he gently rocked his hips against hers. His heart began beating faster as she pushed her chest up tighter against his, following his motions. Her eyes were going soft, eyes drifting down his face.

    Secret freak.

    He felt her heartbeat quicken even more against his chest as he licked his lips, leaving them parted. He tilted his head in toward hers, eyes fixed on hers. She was just about to close her eyes when he pulled away, mouth closing, giving her a smile. His stomach felt the lick of heat again as she looked down at the ground, bottom lip sucked inward before she released it.

    He needed to stop playing with her or he was going to pop a boner.

    “I need a smoke break, want to come with me?” he said when the song ended. Her body's warmth was leaving him as she took a step back.

    His chest swelled as she nodded softly. He turned his head around to look at her, making sure she was by his side when he felt her hands leave him. Clasping one hand with hers, he gently tugged on her arm as he began heading toward the back door, behind the pool table.

    Effortlessly, with one free hand, he pulled his hard pack of menthols from his front pocket, and flipped open the lid before retrieving one cigarette with his lips. After exchanging his pack of cigarettes for a plastic lighter, he looked over to see his guardian angel with a half grin, the right side of her lips curved upwards.

    They were alone together in the back alley of the bar, wedged between the building to the bar and another building behind them. The concrete was littered with cigarette butts.

    “I’m sorry,” she said, fingers uncurling from his hand. He let her go, feeling the cool night brush away her warmth from his palm. “You could have let me go.”

    Virgin.

    After lighting up and taking the initial puff, he held the cigarette out to her. As he suspected, she shook her head, looking down at his hands. Crossing her arms over her chest.

    “It’s smart not to smoke,” he said before taking a drag. As he exhaled, he took in the way the light by the door made her sweater glow. If he squinted, the ethereal glow behind her lit her up like a real angel. “Bad habits are hard to stop.”

    “Yeah, I used to have a serious problem with shoplifting.”

    Yuta’s hand stilled, cigarette hovering beside his lips. The quiet, patient woman who couldn’t tell a few rude guys, “Excuse me,” used to shoplift? Dropping his hand down to his side, he grinned. He had to find a way to stop feeling so hot staring at her as his stomach rolled around like a fireball pinging through the pinball machine that made up his insides.

    “You can’t just stop talking after that.”

    She smiled, meeting his eyes as he pulled the cigarette back up to his lips. Arms uncrossing, she rested her back to the wall, tongue licking her lips slowly before she spoke.

    “When I was 14, I’d steal small things. Nail polish, jewelry, clothes. My mom began asking me where I was getting all my new stuff, and I almost got caught trying to swipe some socks from a Forever 21 once. That scared me away from the bad habit.”

    “Why’d you start?”

    She shrugged, looking down at her feet. Finger twirling the loose tendrils at her left temple, she sighed. Her lips were wet, making his lips tingle as his eyes were fixed on them.

    “I never thought too much about why I began doing it, but it was nice…like, a thrill knowing that I was doing something wrong, and I got away with it.”

    Feeling like he'd been placed into a sauna, Yuta looked down as he threw the cigarette to the ground. Put it out by pressing the heel of his shoe against it. He’d find out sooner or later where she fell on the scale of secret freak or virgin, but she was turning out to be much more difficult to read than he’d originally thought.

    “Want to get out of here? You can take me on a tour of the city. Show me your favorite places. Maybe we can see who can shoplift the most expensive thing at your favorite store.”

    “You’re quite mean with your teasing, aren’t you?”

    The way her lips glistened in the light, the sweet ring her laugh brought into his ears, her citrusy perfume, it was all perfect. She was perfect.

    He took a step forward, left foot planted between hers, placing himself close to her, almost as if they were dancing again. Before he could pull away, she placed her hand on his shoulder, pressing herself against him.

    “Can I kiss you, Yuta?”

    Her boldness made his body vibrate, like he was taking off on a plane.

    He kissed her immediately with a hand on her neck. Her skin was soft as silk, lips sweeter than candy. He needed more of her citrusy sweetness, body pushing her up against the wall, knee knocking her legs to widen.

    Tongue tracing the shape of her lips, he savored the soft whimpers she breathed into his mouth. The heat building in him shot straight to his cock, her lemony sweetness consuming him. He broke the kiss, forehead resting against hers.

    “Yuta?” She was breathing heavily. Eyes shut with the world spinning, he focused on his forehead against hers and his right hand planted against the wall to keep himself still, and standing. “I know this is going to be, like…weird, but…and I mean this in the most polite way, but you’re weird-” he breathed air out of the corners of his mouth as he chuckled “-so like, um, Yuta, I’m-I-I’m a…a virgin and-”

    His lips were against hers, the heat between them making it hard for him to breathe. Lips capturing hers, he pulled her body up against his with his hands around her waist.

    She’d read his mind. She was fucking around with him. Doing everything she could to turn him on.

    She grunted into his lips, hands pushing against his chest, making the heat in his groin build faster.

    “Let me finish!” she exclaimed, palms pressing against him harder. Fists grabbing the arms of his jacket, she pulled him back to her. His mind spun as he let her push him around. “Yuta, I know this is- will you take my virginity?”

    Her whole body was shaking. Tears formed in her eyes before she shut them, throwing her hands over her face. She was silent.

    The music inside suddenly came into sharp focus as he watched her bun fall apart, her hair bouncing off her shoulders and framing her face.

    If it had been anyone else in the world Yuta would be having the time of his life playing around with such an earnest woman. Kiss her cheek or speak in purple prose about what she did to his body, and wait for her reaction.

    Instead, the world had given him a moment to do her a favor. Pay her back for his missteps prior to their evening together.

    “Now?” He cupped her face into his hands, thumbs stroking her cheeks.

    “No!” She pushed him hard. His feet slipped on the concrete as he stumbled backwards. The ground swayed as he took a couple steps forward and rested his back against the wall beside her, hands planted against the brick wall. “Tomorrow night. My place. Give me your number and I’ll text you the time and place.”

    Silently, he took his phone out, tapped it a few times, and exchanged his phone with hers. He glanced at her as he put his information down in her contacts. Her mouth was closed tight, eyes narrowed.

She looked away from him when she thrust his phone into his chest. Returning his phone into his pocket, he touched her cheek with his free hand. She rested her head against his shoulder.

    “I’ll see you tomorrow?” she said softly, standing up straight.

    He nodded, and watched her walk back inside as he took out another cigarette. If she really was a virgin, trusting him to show her a good first sexual experience, he was going to make sure her first time would leave her blissfully pleased.

 * * *

    She stared at the red bra.

    The black bra.

    The white bra.

    Pink Bra.

    Lace. Silk. Cotton.

    What sort of bra would turn a man on?

    What sort of bra would turn Yuta on?

    Red. Red meant passion.

    No. Black. It was mysterious.

    No.

    She pulled on her pristine white wired bra. Running her fingers under the lining after she hooked it on, she adjusted the fitting. The lace fabric was itchy, but it wasn’t like it would be on for long.

    White was the correct choice. Pure. Innocent. Virtuous.

    Yuta would be best encouraged with reminders of her virtue.

    Not that his virgin kink was the only reason why she wanted to sleep with him, but a man into virgins would treat her well, hopefully. If his kisses indicated anything, Yuta was good at intimate touches.

    The push-up bra held her breasts up high. Much as it hurt to have the wires pressing against her chest, the way her gold silk dress clung to her body with a push-up made her feel sexy. She needed to feel sexy.

    Having grown up with an overprotective family, she hadn’t been allowed a lot of room to explore her more sexual side. By the time university passed and the post-grad work grind set in, she found herself having not had room for any romantic relationships, much less a sex life. It hadn’t been an issue for her until it was.

    The issue was Yuta.

    He’d shown up in her life, seated on one corner of Johnny’s desk, brushing his hand through his hair.

    He’d been laughing at one of Johnny’s "in-poor-taste" jokes (“ ...and I asked him, ‘What about DICK? ’”), his perfect smile shining in the light. Angular face with high cheekbones and dark, intense eyes that sparkled with his laugh. Eyes locked with hers, smile gone, he spent the rest of the time in Johnny’s office staring at her, running his thumb over his pouty bottom lip.

    It was a shallow crush, she knew it was a shallow crush because she’d never been around anyone as blatantly beautiful as Yuta, but the attention Yuta gave her had been thrilling. She’d wished Johnny would disappear so she could shove Yuta’s thumb away from his mouth and kiss him. That sort of urge hadn’t been a thing since she was in college when she’d had a crush on a classmate who began dating her roommate.

    Her phone buzzed, making her forget about her sad college years.

Yuta: Running a little late Won’t be long, promise 😜🤞 

    Good.

    She was supposed to be presentable enough for Yuta in fifteen minutes, but all she’d managed to put on was her bra. A part of her began dreading (maybe hoping?) that Yuta might not show up after all. Maybe he realized that they’d been drunk, and that her request was a terrible idea and he’d already found something else to do. She would remain a virgin forever, with the added embarrassment of having been rejected by Nakamoto Yuta.

    After an hour of constantly fixing her hair and makeup, she checked herself in the full body mirror beside her closet, wondering if it was noticeable that the pompom tail from her thong was creating a bump at the back of her dress. The dress wasn’t going to remain on for long. She’d just have to be mindful to present her front to him as much as possible.

    Her cheeks flushed when she heard a knock at her front door. Stopping at the mirror next to the kitchen, she brushed loose tendrils behind her ears and touched her eyelashes, hoping the mascara had dried. Taking in a deep breath, telling herself to remain calm, she opened the door.

    The world disappeared and the only thing that mattered was before her. Yuta looked better than she’d ever seen him. No longer in a suit and tie, he was wearing a simple pair of dark denim jeans with his black tshirt and a loose black zip up hoodie.

    His eyes were bright, focused on her, as she greeted him. She took a step back to let him into her place, trying her best to ignore her heart rapidly beating in her ears. She looked away from him, feeling heat travel to her nipples as he took his shoes off, eyes refusing to leave her.

    “I hope my place wasn’t difficult to find,” she said, slowly walking backwards past her small kitchen and living room, down the short hallway toward her bedroom.

    “You look beautiful,” he said, his steps following her, gentle and steady. “Radiating more than I remember. Maybe alcohol made me forget how stunning you are. I can’t stop looking at you, angel.” She felt her back hit the door to her room as his body pressed against hers, his left hand on her hip, right touching her chin. Her body lit up, hot blood rushing to her nipples. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.” Hand slipping behind her hip, he groped her ass, making blood rush into her groin. “You’re so soft.”

    “Yuta.” Her hands slipped down his front, fingers gliding under his shirt. Her whole mind buzzed, adrenaline refusing to let her mind focus as her shoulders shook. Her face was hot, hands shaking. He sighed, eyes shutting as he tilted his head up into the air. Her fingers felt the shape of his abs, caressed his sides, trailed up his chest, fingers running over his nipples as they hardened. Blood was rushing into her groin and stomach, making her insides squirm with heat. “You’re soft too.”

    He kissed her, lips opening to taste her. His tongue swiped against her mouth, parting her lips. She placed a hand on his neck, wanting more of his kisses. He rewarded her by pushing his tongue into her mouth, the pointed tip pushing her tongue around. Closing her lips, she sucked on his lower lip before breaking the kiss.

    “Thank you for coming over.” She touched the tendrils that had fallen over his eyes, twirling them around her index finger. “Are we really doing this?”

    “Do you want to?” His breath was hot, tickling her lips.

    She shut her eyes, stifling a moan as his lips landed on her neck. Every touch sent boiling blood into her guts, making her joints loosen. She wanted to fall into his arms and melt into him. His heat hitting her front - hardening cock pressing against her - sent a hot shiver up her back. Heartbeat aching at her throat.

    “I do, Yuta.” She grabbed his wrists at her hips, making him look at her. Her chest hurt with how fast her heart was beating. “Will you please…be gentle?”

    “I will.” Her forehead warmed with his kiss. “I want to make sure your first time is going to be a good time. Nothing but good feelings for you. If you don’t like anything, say stop. We’ll stop.”

    She nodded.

    “OK.”

    “Do you want to do it here?”

    “Yuta.” She raked her fingers through his hair, feeling her cheeks grow hot, her mind twinging in annoyance. Licking her lips, she failed to ask him to stop messing around and get to fucking. Her mouth refused to follow with what she wanted to say, her face turning hot, eyes unable to focus. “It’s not sexy to talk about sex, is it?”

    Her body lit up with goosebumps as all of his teeth appeared with a loud guffaw. Her face burned, her chest felt tight and she blinked hard, trying to hold back her nervous tears. His smile disappeared as he licked his lips, hand touching her cheek.

    “Talking about sex is a great way to start foreplay,” he said. “Your naivety makes it difficult for me to want to keep being a gentleman, sweet angel.” His fingers glided down her neck and down her front, across the cleavage of her breasts. “I’ve been daydreaming about what you look like under that dress all day.”

    “Yuta.” Her cheeks were on fire as he planted a kiss on her neck.

    “The moment you opened the door, I wanted to bury my face into your perfect breasts.”

    She moaned, hands touching the back of his head as his tongue trailed down her neck and chest. His hand cupped her left breast over her dress. Her insides' squirming intensified, her heat boiling.

    “Do I turn you on?” he asked, lifting his head up, pressing himself against her. She nodded, feeling his cock heat up against her. “I need you to say it. We need to be clear with each other.”

    Her body shook, adrenaline rushing up her back, her throat tightening up. He knew she was turned on. She’d asked him to sleep with her. They’d kissed. Why was it so hard to verbalize it? Taking in a shaky breath, hand on the door handle, she nodded again.

    “Yes,” she said softly, opening the door to her room as hot blood rushed up and down her face, “you turn me on, Yuta.”

    He kissed her, tongue delicately licking against her lips. His hands roamed up and down her sides and back. She wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers raking through his hair as she opened her mouth, letting Yuta taste her.

    When she pushed back on his tongue, she savored the taste of peppermint and Yuta’s special earthy musk that had hit her senses the previous night. It was addictive, pulling her closer to him, tighter, her tongue wanting to taste more of him.

    “You’re such a good kisser,” she breathed out when they stopped kissing. “I’ve never met anyone as beautiful as you, Yuta.”

    She ran her hand over his cheek, staring into his eyes, thumb touching his lips. His long elegant neck was smooth under her fingers, his Adam's apple throbbing against the pad of her thumb.

    “You speak of beauty when one merely needs to stare at you to experience it.”

    She laughed, grabbing his face into her hands.

    “Do women really fall for you when you speak like that?” His face turned hot, heating up her palms. Her heart beat rapidly as he looked away from her, lips curved up into the softest of smiles. Did she really manage to make Yuta shy?

    “I’ve never said that to anyone before.”

    “Liar.”

    His lips were on her neck before he licked her skin, making her shiver. He hummed into her neck, shaking her nerves as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He stood up straight, hands on her hips, eyes heavily hooded.

    “I have a confession to make.” She tilted her head, bewildered. He took in a deep breath through his nose before speaking again. “Last night, I suspected that you were either a secret freak in the sheets or a virgin. Right now, I think I’ve found my pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.”

    Heaving dry chuckles, her chest shook as she raked her fingers through his hair. Yuta was probably expecting her to be upset or embarrassed that he had a virgin kink. But she knew better. His eyebrows furrowed as she felt his hold on her loosen. She grabbed his chin with her right hand, thumb stroking his chin.

    “You really have a virgin kink, don’t you?”

    He shook his head and let her go. She wanted to pepper kisses all over his face. Having him bewildered was a surprisingly euphoric feeling, watching his eyes dart around. Mouth hanging opening before closing only to open so he could lick his lips.

    “What makes you think I have a virgin kink?” His eyes locked with hers, the left corner of his lips up in a smirk.

    “Your book collection of virgin kink hentai porn was in your sink that night you threw up all over it,” she said, fingers pulling the thin straps at her shoulders off, letting her dress fall to the floor. Standing on her toes, arching her feet, she slowly twirled around to show her backside to him. It had been a terrible night when she took him home, but she didn't regret it. “I read a few pages of one of your books, and there was a virgin who had to wear a bunny outfit. This poofy tail on my thong was the closest thing I could manage in such a short time. So, here’s one virgin bunny for you at last.”

    The air was still. Her eyes were fixed on her nightstand. The small tableside lamp, with its lace lampshade, glowed a small, soft golden light into the room. It made the gold flecked white marble top shine like glitter.

    She hadn’t heard anything. Had her attempt at being sexy backfired and Yuta had dashed out of her place so quickly she hadn’t heard him?

    “Yuta?”

    Before she could turn around, she felt his hands on her hips, slamming her back to his front. Hands roaming up and down her front, his mouth was furiously licking and nipping the back of her shoulders and neck.

    Hot flames licked deep into her core. Hands reaching behind her to feel his shoulders and hips, she breathed heavily as her whole body flared up.

    “You are-” he panted against her ear, left hand dipping between her legs to grab the inside of her thigh, “-full of surprises.”

    He planted kisses along her left shoulder and up her neck. His fingers trailed up her back, touching the band of her bra. Easily, he unhooked it, fingertips gliding her bra off her shoulders and arms, letting it fall to the floor.

    Her chest ached and her nipples hardened as gravity weighed her breasts down. Heat snapped into her core as his hands cupped her breasts, fingers rubbing her nipples, sending heat up and down her body. She bucked her hips against him, back arching before his arms pulled her tight against him.

    “Do you like that?” he asked before flicking his tongue against her earlobe. “You’ve got the situation wrong, my sweet angel. I don’t have a virgin kink, I have a You kink.”

    “Yuta!” She took in rattling breaths as fingers from his left hand stroked up and down against her clothed heat while his right hand palmed her breast. His clothed cock was hot against her ass as he thrust against her. Everything about Yuta was lighting her whole body up in flames. “Yuta, Yuta, please.”

    “What are you begging for?” he asked, hands moving to caress her sides. He pulled away from her. “Did I hurt you?”

    She turned around. His eyes were scanning her body from head to toe. One hand on her hip, the other touched her neck.

    “What do you mean I have the situation wrong?” She was having difficulty breathing evenly, one hand touching her chest.

    He laughed, sitting down on her bed. Running a hand through his hair, he sighed. She took his hand when he held it out to her. Her nipples ached as his eyes moved up and down her body. His focused gaze along with his pouty lips sent adrenaline coursing through her body.

    “Do you want to talk about this now?” he asked, parting his legs, positioning her to stand before him.

    She nodded.

    “So you don’t have a virgin kink?”

    “Those books were welcoming gifts from your boss. I forgot that they even existed.”

    “So why were you wondering if I was a freak in the sheets or a virgin?”

    His cheeks flushed and he looked into her eyes, hands caressing her hips.

    “You’re unusually shy with me. Most people who are like that tend to be secret freaks or virgins. You’re my pot of gold at the end of the rainbow because you’re both. I haven’t ever been with a secret freak virgin.”

    “How can I be a secret freak?” Her whole body shook with his eyes focused on her face.

    “You’re a pervert reading porn. Developing a crush on a guy you think is a pervert.”

    “But you are a pervert, Yuta.”

    He chuckled before planting a wet kiss on her lips. Grabbing the back of her thigh, he helped her straddle him on the edge of the bed, her crotch settling against his half hard cock. With her arms resting on his shoulders, she had difficulty concentrating on anything aside from feeling Yuta’s cock radiate heat onto her, his stiff member teasing her as it twitched against her. Her whole body vibrated with his heat, having never felt something so hot against her.

    “Secret freak virgin,” he said, thumb touching her lips, “and you’re such a sweet angel.” Tobacco and salt hit her taste buds as she sucked on his thumb, swirling her tongue around it as she began to gyrate against him, head flooding with heat as his cock grew harder, tightening the fabric of his jeans. “Did you learn that from the porn you read, angel?”

    Heat prickled her cheeks. Sucking hard, eyes fighting to remain open, she nodded.

    Strands of spit stretched out of her mouth as he removed his thumb, wetting her chin when they broke. Hand palming her breast, he circled his wet thumb around her nipple before flicking the sensitive bud. Blood flooding her head had her mind blank.

    “Yuta!” Hands grabbing his shirt at the front of his waist, she lifted it up, pulling it off of him as he released hold of her. “It’s not fair you’re not naked.”

    They worked together to unbuckle his belt and undo his jeans zipper, his knuckles knocking hers a few times, making her giggle softly. He kissed her, hand on her neck when she reached under his briefs to grab his cock. He hummed against her lips before opening his mouth, pushing his tongue against her lips.

    “You’re hot,” she said softly. She stroked down his shaft, the heat of his cock radiating onto her palm. He fondled her breast, fingers pinching her nipple, as his lips found her neck. “Yuta, I like that.”

    He sucked on her neck as he grabbed her wrist, making her let him go.

    “You’re not afraid of touching a little dick?”

    “It didn’t feel little.”

    He chuckled, hand on her left breast moving over to her right. His touch had her arching her back, pushing herself closer to him. Her core was hot and wet, wanting Yuta to touch her more.

    “You know what I meant.” Arms around her body, holding her securely, he moved her to lie down on her back, his body between her legs. The fuzzy pompom tail flattened under her. His hand stroked down her neck and chest toward her stomach, lighting her skin up as she shivered. “Is that the extent of your sexual experiences? Handjobs with exes?”

    “Yes.” She felt hot blood rush up to her face again. How was it so easy for him to read her?

    “Any exes have the manners to return the favor?”

    “Yuta!” The pads of his fingers sliding down her clothed slit sent a bigger rush of tingling heat up her body and into her core than her own fingers ever did. Her right hand gripped onto his wrist tight as his fingers dug deeper, her slick heat dampening her panties. “You’re my first. No one’s ever touched me.”

    “No one’s ever tasted you either?”

    Her body tensed up, hands touching her cheeks. He gave no indication that he cared but she still felt embarrassed at her lack of experience. They locked eyes. She shook her head. Yuta smiled, his eyes narrowing. Her body numbed as all the heat in her body rushed to her head, watching his tongue flick out and glide across the parting of his lips.

    “No.”

    “Do you want me between your legs-” he slid down, hands grabbing the inside of her thighs to spread her legs wide open “-eating you out?”

    “Yuta.” She took in a shaky breath as he kissed and sucked the sweaty delicate skin at the inside of her left thigh. “Yes, please, yes eat me, please.”

    “Let me know if you like it.”

    She lifted her head to see Yuta pulling the white fabric of her panties aside, exposing her pussy to him. Flat on his stomach with his arms weighing down on her thighs, he flicked his tongue up her slit, eyes locked with her. The heat from his mouth went deep inside, the sensations of his tongue’s touch was so overwhelming she threw her head back against the mattress, eyes shut tight. Mind unable to focus.

    Her stomach shook as adrenaline flooded throughout her body. Her fingers pinched her sides before she planted her hands against the mattress, Yuta’s tongue gliding up and down her slit, discovering a new crevice in her folds with every stroke. Without thought, she gave out a moan as her hips bucked gently against his tongue.

    “Yuta!” She thrust up hard against him when his mouth wrapped around her clit. A sharp snapping sting hit her abdomen as Yuta’s teeth knocked against her clit. His groan reverberated deep inside of her, rocking pleasure up her back. “Yuta!”

    She cried out loud, hands reaching out to find his hair to grab. He sucked on her clit, the snapping in her abdomen hitting her again. Her fingers curled into his hair, creating thick knots as she bucked her hips again, giving out another cry as heat rode up body again.

    A whole new wave of heat overcame her, making her stomach churn back and forth, twisting painfully before unwinding sweetly in relief, constantly as his tongue swirled around her clit. He flicked it up and down, making sure to go back in to suck on it with his lips when he wanted to rotate his tongue’s strokes. She mewled, hips shaking, as his tongue glided down, and his fingers were at her core, pulling her folds apart.

    “Your pussy is wet, my sweet angel,” he said, breath beside her clit. Her whole face was drenched in sweat, and her stomach was aching in tight knots, shaking. “You taste so good.” He kissed and licked the inside of her thighs, switching from right to left as she grabbed the comforter under her, his hands at her sides. “Do you like me eating your pussy? Do you like how I touch you?”

    “Yuta.” She lifted her head to see his eyes focused on her cunt as his thumbs glided up and down her folds, his left remembering to circle her clitoris every few strokes. The sight made fiery heat flood faster to her face, burning up her drenched face. Wondering why she bothered opening her eyes she shut them tight as she threw her head back onto the mattress. His thumbs sent heat rolling up and down her insides as his motions sped up. “I like it. I like it!”

    “What do you like?”

    Her mind was blank. All she knew was Yuta’s tongue shoving inside her cunt. The pressure was new, lighting up a heat that reverberated up into her chest. His tongue pushed around her insides, hot blood riding up her stomach as it hit new crevices and sides she’d never felt before.

    “Yuta!” His tongue was gliding up and down her slit, her juices and his spit gliding down her ass crack and thighs. Her chest shook as she tried to inhale through her mouth. “Everything, I like everything you do, Yuta.”

    He hummed into her, tongue lapping up and down against her clit, fingers spreading her folds apart. Yuta was the only thing her mind could focus on. His tongue was gliding down to her entrance again. She whined and thrust forward when his tongue flicked at her entrance, refusing to go farther.

    Humming a whine, she bucked her hips against him, palms warmed by her burning face. Indulging her, he pushed his tongue back into her cunt, gliding his tongue against her walls as heat radiated into her.

    “How do you feel?” he asked when his tongue left her, thumbs back to gliding against her folds. Her stomach muscles twitched as she tried to prop herself up by her elbows.

    “So hot,” she breathed out. She shut her eyes for a few moments, moaning, as his thumb circled her clit. “So good, Yuta. My-my insides are so-so-” she moaned as his tongue flicked against her clit, spit slickening up her hot bud “-Yuta! You’re torturing me now!”

    He sucked on her clit. She screamed before clapping her hand over her mouth. Her chest shook as her stomach muscles twitched, Yuta’s heat gone from her body.

    “You react so well to everything I do. You make such irresistible noises too, angel.”

    He bit down on his bottom lip as he stood up, naked. Back to using her elbows to sit up she tried to focus on his face. His full, flushed lips wet, sweat dripping down his pointed chin and along his sharp jawline.

    Her eyes traveled down his well toned chest and abs, his whole body shiny with sweat, the butterfly tattoo at the side of his stomach forced her eyes to drift straight to his hard cock. It was stiff, swinging in the air. His well groomed veiny cock was in his hand, and she flicked her eyes up to his face before going back to watching him stroke it.

    “Will that-” she gulped as she saw his milky precome leak out of the slick red tip “-Yuta, you’re so big.”

    “Fuck, my cock likes your compliments.” He groaned as his thumb circled the tip a few times.

    Flustered and turned on more than she’d ever felt in her entire life, she gave out a shaky laugh. His eyes were tiny slits as his mouth opened wide, his hand stroking his cock harder, faster. Her chest shook, the wetness between her legs smearing all over her ass and thighs.

    “It’s big, Yuta. You-your cock is huge. Will it fit inside me?” She bit her bottom lip before licking it, eyes staring at the tip twitch as he squeezed the base of his shaft, stopping his strokes. “Will it feel good?”

    “We’re going to get you ready,” he said, sitting down on his knees between her spread open legs. “Let me know if it feels good. If it hurts, tap my arm three times or tell me to stop. Ready?”

    His index and middle fingers began gliding up and down her slit. She shut her eyes, bucking her hips against the motions of his fingers. Heat flooded her mind alongside her core.

    “Yes, Yuta.”

    Fingers from his left hand spreading her folds apart, he pushed his middle finger into her cunt. Her heat radiated onto his finger, an overwhelming heat rushing out to her folds and up inside her walls. She opened her eyes, focusing on his finger pushing in and out of her gently for a few moments, savoring the heat that was building inside of her. Soft moan escaping her lips, she met his gaze as he lifted his head up, looking away from her pussy.

    “Yuta,” she moaned out as she began to thrust against the motions of his finger, “this feels so good.”

    “Do you want another finger?”

    She shut her eyes, throwing her head down as he pushed all the way inside, holding his middle finger inside of her. The pressure of his finger was creating a radiating heat that was beginning to itch her insides.

    “Yes, Yuta.”

    “You’re doing so good, sweet angel.” His free hand reached up and massaged her breast. He pulled his finger out, gently collecting her slick heat against his index and middle fingers. “Remember, three taps means stop.”

    “Yes, Yuta.”

    She shut her eyes, a calm flame lighting her insides as two fingers intensified the tingling pressure that continually pushed the heat deeper and deeper into her. Fisting the comforter, she thrust against his pushes again. Her cheeks felt hot enough to ignite fire when she heard him guffaw.

    “You’re such a natural, angel. Such a freaky pervert.”

    Her whole body ignited in flames, her stomach muscles twitched in their painful, sweet twists again.

    “Yuta, you make me a pervert.” She whimpered as his hand at her breast caressed the valley of her chest. His hand began to caress her sides and thighs, her body’s heat rising rapidly.

    “I’m just helping you reveal your true self, angel.”

    “Yuta!” His fingers were pushing against her walls, curling and uncurling, scissoring back and forth. Her walls shook as his fingers pushed against her, Yuta having created new sensations deep inside of her. “Fuck me, Yuta! Oh my God, that feels so good.”

    “Fuck, angel, don’t stop talking.”

    “Pervert. You want me to talk dirty?” She heaved heavy breaths as his fingers slowed, edging her away from a powerful heat that had been building in her abdomen.

    “Do you want me to fuck you?”

    “Yes, Yuta, fuck me. I want you.”

    She rolled her hips as his fingers continued to explore her insides, thumb and palm playing with her clit. His speed built up again, reigniting the addictive heat in her stomach.

    “You’re so fucking gorgeous, all wet and writhing your hips like that, sweet angel. Your pussy is so hot on my fingers, my cock is twitching for you.”

    Her face was burning, his words sending prickling heat up into her head. Her cunt was wetter than she’d ever felt it, her juices ruining her sheets. His fingers were gone as he got off the bed before picking up his jeans, searching around for a few moments before he pulled out a shiny silver roll of condoms, tearing off one packet.

    “You’re so big Yuta,” she said, eyes fixed on his throbbing cock. She didn’t know if she was imagining it but it looked bigger, veins pulsing harder down his length, than it’d been just minutes ago. Licking her lips, she nodded as she watched him unroll the rubber onto his massive length. “You said you’d be gentle.”

    “And I will, I promise.”

    He got back in bed on his knees between her legs. Hand fisting his cock, he leaned close to her, aligning his cock over her slit. The heat of his cock directly on her bare flesh lit her pussy on fire.

    Immediately, she began to gyrate her hips against his cock. Loving and needing the building heat licking up her folds into her abdomen. He moaned - hands grabbing her thighs - massaging them as he let her control the motions of his cock sliding over her folds.

    “Yuta, this feels so good.” She thrust harder, hips and ass leaving the mattress with every push upwards, hands planted hard against the mattress. “Does this feel good for you?”

    “Yes, angel, you have no fucking-” he groaned as he grabbed his cock, pushing it against her as he added a left and right friction to his cock sliding over her wet folds “-you feel so good. Keep thrusting like that. Let me know when you feel like your stomach is going to create a fire.”

    “It’s been like that,” she whimpered, fingers tugging her nipples, pain and pleasure rippling down her body. “You make me so hot, Yuta.”

    His hands were at her hips, directing her to stop gyrating. Hands continually playing with her tits, she watched Yuta slide his tip against her entrance. As he pushed in more, slowly, he hovered over her body, settling himself between her legs, left arm propping himself up against her body. His stomach was hot and sweaty, gliding against hers.

    “You’re so beautiful,” she said, hands reaching up to brush his damp tendrils away from his forehead, admiring his deep brown eyes. She shut her eyes, chest pressing against his as she arched her back, the pressure of his cock inside of her intensified. “Yuta!”

    “How do you feel?” He paused, one hand caressing her hip.

    “This feels good,” she said softly. “I’ve never felt this before.”

    He pulled out and back in, the small motion building heat inside of her. He kissed her shoulder before flicking his tongue up along her collar, mouth sucking on her throat when he made it to her neck. The small thrusting of his tip inside of her wasn’t as deep as his fingers but the heat and girth intensified the way she felt the motions - her focus only on the pleasure radiating through her.

    “I want more,” she said softly before giving out a soft moan, “Yuta. Will you kiss me?”

    Peppermint consumed her mouth as his tongue parted her lips. His cock drove in deeper, the pressure of his cock rushing up to her shoulders, making her mewl against his lips as he pulled back and pushed forward, hips heavy against hers.

    “How do you feel?” he asked, releasing her lips. His hand at her hip moved up to cup her cheek. He began to build a rhythm to his longer strokes, every motion burning her up.

    “Hot.” She shut her eyes, biting her bottom lip as a sharp ripple of heat rode up her back. “Yuta, this feels so good.”

    “You feel good.”

    His lips were hot, and she wanted more as she flicked her tongue against them. He hummed before opening his mouth to push his tongue against hers. Consumed with his heat, she squeezed his hips with her legs as he pushed in deeper.

    “Yuta, please don’t stop.”

    Eyes shut, she cried as he was deep inside, his rutting shallow. For a moment, she had enough room to ponder why she’d heard so many stories about first time sex being painful when Yuta’s massive cock was sending every fiber of her existence into heaven. Her mind flooded with Yuta when she felt fingers flicking her wet aching clit and his cock rutting fast into her, the left side of her hip smarting as his hand held her down.

    His lips were over hers with her arms wrapped around his neck. His tongue parted her lips as she grabbed his hair at the back of his head, holding tight. Her stomach muscles constricted so painfully she curled her toes as she wrapped her arms and legs tight around him. A sharp heat snapped into an almost unbearable pleasure hit her nerves, and she stilled, letting everything she felt take over, her mind gone.

    Yuta’s lips were sucking on her top lip before his tongue swiped at the parting of her lips. His long fingers were grasping her breasts, fingers tugging and twisting her nipples. His pace continued steadily, every heavy push of his hips over hers reverberating deep inside of her. Her whole body was ready to ignite and turn into dust, her walls constricting tightly around Yuta’s cock.

    “Fuck, you feel good, angel.”

    He grunted as he thrust hard into her a handful of times before stilling. His cock was radiating heat deep into her. Moments later, she felt it softening inside of her, the throbbing less intense. She shut her eyes as he pulled out, the tingling sensations rushing up her stomach to her nipples.

    Savoring the moment, her mind focused on how heavy and light her body felt. Deep inside everything felt heavy, like she’d worked out for hours.

    But on the outside, her skin tingled from head to toe, the airy bubbly tingles almost enough to make her float off the bed. She shivered, giving out a moan as she felt Yuta’s fingers glide up her thigh before drawing circles at her hip. He spooned her, his front warming her back as they lied down on their sides together.

    “How do you feel?” he asked, finger tucking her loose tendrils behind her ear before his hand caressed her shoulder. “Did it hurt?”

    “I feel tired, and so good.” She reached out behind her to touch his hip and thigh. “I mean, yeah, it sort of hurt but it was good. What’s this about painful, blood covered first time sex?”

    “Must be the blessed gift given to my sweet angel.” He planted a wet kiss on the back of her shoulder. Goosebumps traveled across her back, making her shiver. “You’re a secret freak, after all.”

    “Yuta,” she said with a laugh, “you made my first time good. Is sex really this good?”

    “You want to go for round two?” He began gyrating against her, his cock heating up her ass. She gave a soft moan, hand stroking down his hip. “What did I tell you about being a secret freak?”

    “You were right, Yuta,” she said breathlessly, wanting his cock inside of her, her insides instantly hot and wet. “I’m a pervert, like you . Show me a position you like that won’t hurt me, please?”

    “Want to sit on my lap?” he asked, mouth beside her ear. “Or how about doggy style? I want to see that fluffy tail bounce on your ass as I slide that sweet pussy of yours against my cock. Do you want that?”

    “Yes, Yuta.”

    His dirty language sent a familiar distressing chill up her back but it came with a sensual heat that made her core ache. The blend of the two sensations sent sweet heat up to her head, making her dizzy.

    He grabbed the roll of condoms from the floor - getting off the bed - as she sat on her knees on the bed. She reached behind her to try to fluff up the pompom tail at the back of her thong.

    “Why did the virgin have to dress up like a bunny?” Yuta stood behind her at the edge of the bed.

    “I don’t remember. Do you like dress up sex games?” Instead of replying, he slid his cock against her slit, left hand on her hip. She moaned, heat reverberating up inside of her, her clit aching. “Yuta, that feels so good.”

    “You’ve made me so hard already. Keep talking, angel.”

    “Your cock’s so hot.” She whimpered as she bent forward, standing on her hands and knees. “Are you going to fuck me, Yuta? I want to be your fuck bunny.”

    “So needy for my cock.” They moaned together as his cock’s veiny length throbbed at her entrance, pulsating against her clitoris. He began thrusting his tip around her entrance, letting her pussy get reaccustomed to his girth and heat. “Fuck, angel, your cute tail bouncing is driving me wild.”

    “If I let you, would you fuck me night and day like your personal fuck bunny?” She shut her eyes as the heat of his cock surged up her abdomen, sending sharp shocks of heat to her nipples. Being available whenever and wherever Yuta wanted to fuck her was heaven and she was only getting a glimpse of it. “Yuta! Deeper, go deeper, please.”

    Hands on her hips, he rutted her against him, his cock driving deep into her cunt. Eyes shut tight, mouth open wide as she gave out weak cries, she was consumed by Yuta’s cock snapping heat up into her. Her insides shook heavily every time he slammed her ass against his hips.

    “Come for me, sweet angel,” Yuta groaned, stopping balls deep inside of her. He thrust his hips hard against her, knocking the air out of her lungs. Her knees and arms shook as she grabbed onto the mattress to stop herself from collapsing. “Do you need me to play with your clit?”

    Before she could say anything, he bent over her, one foot planted onto the bed draped over her body. Right hand reaching under them, his thumb flicked her clit as he thrust into her, left arm wrapping around her waist, holding her against him.

    “Yuta! Yes!” She wiggled and shook in his hold as he rutted deep, shallow pushes into her with his right hand’s fingers pinching and stroking her clit. Her orgasm washed over her as hot blood rushed up to her face and down her chest, her pussy walls squeezing his cock. “I’m coming!”

    “You’re so tight.”

    He grunted as he held her body against him, hips thrusting furiously against her ass, punishing her writhing pussy walls. His cock lit up hot heat into her as she gave out heavy pants, savoring the sweet heat that radiated deep inside of her. He laid her down on the bed before removing the condom, and cleaning up.

    She sat up, the radiating warmth that had consumed her quickly washing away as she saw Yuta put his underwear and jeans on. He ran a hand through his hair as he scooped up his shirt from the floor, eyes avoiding her.

    A painful pit formed in her chest as she grabbed a pillow and threw it over her body. Despite her better judgment, she licked her lips before speaking, her mouth suddenly dry.

    “Are you going to spend the night?” she asked, feeling tears start to well up. She blinked furiously, refusing to look away from Yuta.

    After he put his shirt on with his hoodie draped over his left arm, he sat down beside her on the bed, eyes refusing to meet her face. He touched her cheek - eyes on her neck - sending heat down her back. Eyes closed, her body soothed at his warmth.

    “You were amazing,” he said. His lips warmed her forehead with a wet kiss. “I’ll see you at work.”

    Unmoving and mute, she watched him open the door to her bedroom and leave. Alone, the room felt much dimmer. The silence was deafening. Back pressed against the headboard as she sat on her knees, her arms remained wrapped around her pillow covering her body.

    They hadn’t agreed to anything outside of having sex together, but Yuta’s departure had left her feeling empty.

    Her crush had been shallow. She’d only wanted to sleep with him, and she’d gotten it. She hadn’t deluded herself into thinking that she wanted a boyfriend out of Yuta.

    She wasn’t looking to date anyway. Also, he was self centered. Narcissistic. Forgetful. Not an ideal candidate for dating material.

    But she’d wanted to cry when he left so abruptly.

    Lying down in bed, she shut her eyes and relived losing her virginity to Yuta. Hands roaming her body, she remembered the way Yuta’s hands and mouth warmed her body up. His fingers had worked her pussy so well.

    “Yuta,” she breathed out as her fingers slid over her folds, “you make me so horny.”

    Pathetically, she rubbed her clit furiously with fingers from her right hand as her left hand fucked her pussy with her middle finger. She reached her peak quickly, her body sensitive after Yuta’s handling.

    “Yuta!”

    His musk was everywhere blending in with the smoky tobacco scent he’d left on her bed. She wanted more of him. She didn’t want him.

    She wanted both and she wanted neither.

    Lying down on her side, she shut her eyes, and finally let the tears fall out as the heat of her orgasm washed away, leaving her chest cold.

   “Why did I let Nakamoto Yuta take my virginity?”

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