#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.

[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:

Master Lists 

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."

[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.

[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.

[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."

[microwavedautism]

I am going to rant about my two Hazbin Ocs because my brain wants to think about them tonight and I don't want to get my information fucked up

So. We have Captain Widow, known by her friends as Amelia. This is her casual look, she dresses like a pirate otherwise. She, unlike most other sinners her age, isn't against embracing the modern.

She was born in 1596 and died 1643. She doesn't remember her place of birth, but it was somewhere around England. She was married at 15, but ended up killing him and running away after three years of putting up with him.

She ended up in a pirate crew a few years later, and eventually took over the ship once the previous captain died.

Don't misunderstand her, she is a very sadistic woman, but she tries to pick her targets carefully. When she was on land she'd go around killing off abusive husbands and the like. Occasionally she'd bring the wife onto her crew.

Her crew was almost entirely women, sides from the two queer teenage boys she'd picked up.

She ended up drowning, turns out she wasn't too experienced at swimming with a broken leg!

In Hell, she looked pretty much the same as she did alive, but with six more eyes then she was used to, two more arms and fins for ears.

She now is an overlord who runs several fighting rings and gyms around the city. All of the souls under contract with her are sinners she personally tracked down, kidnapped and tortured them into giving their soul to her. Her contracts are things like "You give me your soul and in turn I will no longer harm you."

Those sinners are now training dummies or punching bags for her establishments! Afterall, it's not HER harming them, it's everyone else!

--

Now we have Gaspard, 'the artist'. A french painter from the 1400s. It's been quite a while, the only thing he remembers is the century, not the day he was born or the day he died, or even how! He was 37 when he died, he remembers that at least!

He looks more human than most sinners, aside from the fact he is completely greyscale. His body is like a messy 3d sketch, the lines are always changing slightly when he moves, like someones animating him but can't quite keep the lines the same.

When he was alive, not many people knew him. He made an effort to keep to himself, unless he was looking for a new muse or restocking his supplies.

He'd stay locked up in his apartment, spending hours and hours working on his latest piece. He'd done sculpting, he'd done drawing, he'd done everything. But painting was always his favourite. He enjoyed how the colours mixed, especially with the subjects he drew.

See, he would stay out, looking for people who caught his attention. When he found someone, he'd bring them to his apartment, willingly or not, and pose them. Sometimes they lived for a while whilst being posed, most of the time not.

He'd paint the most beautiful of women on their knees... with their hands up above their head and their guts spilling out.

He would paint handsome men, with nothing but their hearts remaining.

He even painted children! Though that was only once.. getting references for how skipping with intestines worked was quite difficult.

Needless to say, he was a horrific serial killer with a fucked up sense of beauty.

He continued his art in the afterlife, only this time. He had plenty of models to choose from!

It's surprisingly easy to get peoples souls, so long as you have a way to protect them from extermination!

And if that 'protection' just so happens to be eternal imprisonment in a canvas well... thats not his fault, they should've been more clear with what they meant, protection is such a loose term really.

After all, what angel is going to attack a painting?

[red-eft]

Desire 4 all the guys u listed >:)

OOOOH thank you for the ask !!! slapped it under a readmore since it got a little lengthy

desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?

ruarc: peace. his ultimate desire is to just belong somewhere and to live a content life. he's not open about it. this is mainly because growing up in a noble house, he was raised to always want more.

to want a simple life would be an embarrassment and disappointment, especially considering how he's the only one that could take over house vargoba once his father eventually dies.

--

lorne: freedom. at first, his desire is to live freely- not tied to any higher power or bound to others. he wants a total escape from responsibility. this is mostly because he's stuck working as a mercenary and is unable to break his contract.

he's basically the property of others until they decide to release him from servitude, since he has a massive debt he has to pay off. as the story progresses, he realizes he actually wants to be able to dedicate himself to a cause he cares about. he wants to protect others from people like ydrenth.

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ivy: knowledge. if anyone asks her about her desire, she'll be open about it- she wants to see the world. this is a half-truth, though. what she really wants is complete knowledge of dark magic so that she can find a way to cure fiensal's curse*. but to find this knowledge, she has to travel far and wide, which she really does enjoy. ivy becomes pretty worldly and genuinely loves going to new places. fun fact, it's how she first met lorne, though they didn't become friends until a while later :-)

*- his disease isn't really a curse- it's actually a disease caused by dark magic overexposure, which elves are particularly vulnerable to. currently, there's no way to reverse or even slow the progress of the disease.

--

fiensal: justice. his desire is to track down ydrenth and basically wipe her from the face of the planet. he's experienced how she behaves and harms others firsthand and knows how much of a threat she is to the world. if she ever rose to power and found a way to control a city or country, the consequences would be dire. he wants to put her down for the greater good.

that's what fiensal tells himself, anyways. but sometimes he wonders if it's really just because he wants revenge for the hell she put him through when he was her apprentice.

--

ydrenth: control. she was once a wealthy, highly-regarded researcher. she helped develop more and more efficient ways to harness magic as it was before the apocalypse (very faint and difficult to use for anything). her research led to increased development in the field and then the apocalypse from all that harnessed magic suddenly snapping loose in one moment. ydrenth survived the apocalypse and watched the world she helped control dissolve in an instant.

she wants that power back no matter what the cost is. since it's such a strong desire, she's pretty open about it, and would give anything to have it fulfilled. there's not much more she can give, though- her humanity and morals are already completely gone.

[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.

[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

[kismetharborapps]

ooc information

name: dee

preferred pronouns: she/her

age: 27

timezone: gmt +1

activity level: 7 out of 10, sometimes i’m busier than other weeks. however, when i’m not on the dash i usually am online on discord for plotting

triggers: cancer 

anything else?: - 

character information

name: kaan aksoy

faceclaim: kerem bursin

gender & pronouns: he/him

age: 34

birthday: 3 december 1989 (34) 

place of birth: izmir, turkey  

occupation: soccer player 

neighborhood: emerald mist 

time since arriving in kismet harbor: 1 year ago

filling a wanted connection?: yes, nazli ceyhan’s rival connection 

biography ( tw car accident, loosing his parents, grief ) 

AGE 0 － 10 :

kaan is the oldest child of the aksoy's. they grew up in a household were they didn't have much financial means. but despite this ; they always managed to make everything work.

his dad had his own small market by the corner of a small street in izmir. his mom would also be helping around to keep the place running.

at the age of 8 , kaan's love for soccer grew more and more. his dad was also a soccer-game lover so he took him and his sisters to a lot of soccer matches. even if the tickets were highly priced, their dad always managed to somehow get a few tickets to spend some time with his kids.

at the age of 10, the family decided to move to the netherlands because his dad found a job there meanwhile the aksoy kids could have a better study there as well.

AGE 11 － 25 :

when kaan turned 13, he joined a soccer club and his family would always be standing by the sideline to shout out his name; they were his biggest supporters.

things weren't going so well in school, his grades dropped because after school he would be outside to play some soccer with his friends instead of working on his projects/ studying for any exams.

as soon he turned 18, he got an offer to join a dutch soccer club and instantly he signed the papers. he didn't end up finishing his school so he doesn't have any degree.

kaan became more and more successful, still, his parents would try to attend every match

when kaan turned 25 , his whole world turned upside down. he was in america by that time for a soccer match, he got a call from home; finding out both his parents passed away in a car crash.

AGE 26 － 34 :

ever since loosing their parents, he felt like he needed to step in to take care of his sisters. he always made sure they were okay and he still is. he’s very protective over them. 

his coping mechanism dealing with grief and pain was either just staying silent about it, going to the gym or going out with friends to drink. he didn’t want to talk about it with his sisters because he felt like he needed to be the stronger one so they could come and talk to him instead. neither did he really talk with his friends about this. 

kaan is now one of the most successful soccer players and moved to kismet harbor because he signed a new contract with a new soccer club.

MORE FACTS ABOUT KAAN :

because his family struggled a lot in the past financially, he is anonymously donating to charities. sometimes he attends charities as well.  

his name is in the tabloids very often because of how famous he got. usually the media makes him seem like a douche or an ass just to get money by using his name (such as clickbait) 

pets: 1 labrador, cesur 

town activities: aqua avengers, elevated escapades, hands on

hands on kismet harbor

draw of luck: yes!

[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.

[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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Thank you for reading! 💚

[twstedtales]

𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑, 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋.

❝hold your ground; stand up for yourself with grit and grace.❞ - Unknown.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | when he heard you broke from your timid and soft-spoken self just so you could defend him.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | riddle rosehearts, leona kingscholar, azul ashengrotto, kalim al asim, vil schoenheit, idia shroud, malleus draconia × female reader.

𝐭𝐰 | none!

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 | of course, <3 anon chan 😘 nice to meet you and have a good day too 😆 by the way, freaking gosh, this becomes soooo long 2,241 words if you wanna know bdjejwjeeh 😭😂💦 HELP-

𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 | reposting and queued this in time for my classes because i am determined to put it in tags lfmaooo and I also added few more because I noticed some of Leona’s part was missing and typographical errors are fixed shsbjd

Riddle was always grateful that you were a lot tamer than your chaotic friends that give him constant headaches. He also appreciates your quiet and soft nature because it helps him calm down a lot during his near outbursts when he was about to behead some of his rebellious dorm mates.

So, one random day, Riddle overheard you talking to some students; he presumed they were your classmates? He trusts you a lot, and was about to leave because he didn't want to disrespect your conversation when he heard his name, including the loud series of continuous insults directed to him, repeatedly calling him a ruthless tyrant and such, that had made his elegant brows raise to his hairline. 

A lady such as yourself shouldn't be hearing such crass words from those uneducated fools. His eyes twitched in seething anger, a vein bulging in his forehead and he was about to step in to teach them a lesson they won't forget when Riddle had heard your voice snapping.

It took him by surprise when he heard your usual soft and timid tone raise an octave, your loud yells reverberated greatly across the empty halls. Riddle felt some sort of pleasant shock; he couldn't imagine you, who was usually soft-spoken, to defend him like that. Though that aside, immediate pride and affection swells inside him. 

Riddle always believes that as a gentleman, he should be the one to protect you from fools, or defend you against malicious people like that. But he supposed the position getting reversed once in a while feels...good as well. Now, if you'll excuse him, he still needs to, ah, re-educate those imbeciles, a lesson they won't ever forget.

Leona doesn't care that you're timid most of the time, in fact, it even brought a slight relief to him because firstly, he won't have you loudly reprimanding and nagging him if he doesn't attend classes like Ruggie does, disturbing his naps. And secondly, he secretly finds you a great wonder, knowing that most women in Afterglow Savana were all "warriors" and they intimidate him. 

Though for your own sake, Leona would drop casual hints about arming yourself in an argument here and there for you to catch. He favoured your soft-spoken persona, yes, but that doesn’t mean he would go around letting you be in danger just because of it.

And just when he thought that you were tamed and a well-behaved little lamb, Leona was slightly bewildered to hear your loud shouts that knocked him out of his sleep. He almost thought that you were in danger and would instantly leap in to tear off the person who dared to attack you limb by limb if not for the obvious anger lacing your voice.

Hou? Leona listens curiously in patient silence as you apparently "defend" his reputation. It would be a lie to say that he didn't care what others say about him, but at this point, he had completely given up on how others perceived him, all their opinions be damned. But he had to admit, you saying that he was more than just being an "indolent bastard" makes his heart do a quick lithe leap. Just a little bit.

However, of course, he can't let you hog in all the fun to yourself. If those fools were brave enough to lash out and dish out their problems about him to you, they must be prepared to face the consequences of his payback. Though perhaps he must thank them as well? For encouraging and pushing his timid herbivore to stand up and hold her ground to what she believes to be most important? Heh.

Azul thought that your soft and timid self is quite a refreshing sight; you're like a breath of fresh air for him. Being surrounded by the chaotic twins all the time drains his energy, no matter how efficient they seem to be for business. So, having you around calms him down, and your soft voice was like enticing him to sleep and relax.

That's why when he heard a loud scream outside of the VIP room, Azul had seriously doubted his ears, blinking his eyes in mild shock and refusing to believe that person who had just raised their voice was you. You, his precious angelfish who spoke so softly and tenderly to him all the time, just shouted? 

Azul snapped out of his trance when he had heard your voice again, this time, it was even louder, and he could clearly hear just what makes you this furious. He quietly left the sanctuary of his office just as the argument kept on getting clearer. He had heard his name, how the students called him a "scammer", "manipulator", "evil schemer", "stupid octopus" and such. 

Under normal circumstances, Azul wouldn't feel any remorse when he had tricked them into a contract for servitude as a small payment for what they boastfully spout about him. He was ready to make them pay a hundred folds...if not for you defending him wholeheartedly. You were readily refuting every falseーor were they really false?ーclaims about him; a bit more menacing, a little more proud, and very much seething in anger. 

Adoration bloomed inside him as he almost felt tears start to prickle in the corner of his eyes. He never had someone who would defend him, who would boast how "hardworking" he was, or be angry...just for him. Azul had to steel his knees from buckling over, blinking back his tears and parading his usual, haughty smile. As much as he wants to rejoice and melt for your brave words, he first needs to get you out of there. He can't have his precious angelfish deal with those pests all by yourself, no?

Kalim was understanding, empathetic enough to know not to push you beyond the limits you could give. He was content to see you interacting and hanging out with him, no matter how quiet and timid you may be! Fret not, it doesn't matter one bit if he's the only one speaking and getting the conversation going, as long as he knew you were there and listening to him, that's all that matters to him.

Though seriously speaking, does anyone even have the heart to say malicious things about this sunshine? Though let's admit it, not all people would see Kalim's open generosity in a positive light and some people would even find it rather irritating (ーlike Jamilー). So, things like "bad-mouthing" him does happen, maybe not as much in NRC but he does hear them back in Scalding Sands.

Due to his position of being the heir to a big clan, Kalim was very much exposed to the harsh criticism and perhaps hatred and envy of others, though he does his very best to ignore them, and understand where they are coming from because he knows that not all are as privileged as him. So hearing people say bad things about him in the NRC is nothing new as well. 

What was something new though...is you raising your voice that made him jump, his heart almost made a quick leap out of his throat. Especially when you declared that he was the kindest, the most understanding and the best person you ever met in your life. Kalim didn't even hear the insults because he was more focused on drilling the image of you, looking so gallant like a honourable warrior defending him. 

Before it escalates into something serious though, Kalim would jump in the conversation and sway the topic into a more light-hearted one. You would notice his smile looked a lot brighter than normal, and that his cheerfulness is so contagious that you forgot the person who badmouthed him as Kalim dragged you to somewhere he could spoil you rotten.

Vil doesn't usually mind your timid self; he finds himself surprisingly adoring it at times. Especially after those stressful and chaotic days that all he needs is to have a peaceful respite that he had found in you. Though there were times that he would...ah, help you to become more open and confident when talking to people. Unlike Leona who would just drop hints, Vil was determined to teach you how to arm yourself with words, if not magic or any other weapon. 

Hence why Vil was very much accustomed to harsh criticism and dare say, downright hate. He was an actor and a model after all. He had long prepared himself to accept those healthy criticisms, and block off all the malicious comments thrown at him. So, hearing his own schoolmates lash out their hate against him is nothing to waste his time about. After all, they weren't even brave enough to say that to his own face. 

Even so, what took him in a pleasant astonishment is when he heard your voice, loud and clear and confident, rebutting their foolish claims about him. He didn't even pay enough attention when those potatoes blatantly compared him to Neigeーwhich was, by the way, will be dealt with laterーbecause all he could hear was your voice.

Vil huffed in amusement; you had incorporated everything he had taught you today and he could say that he was pleased with your development. As much as he wanted to see how far you could go and how good it was that you were defending him, Vil cannot allow you to linger longer around those fools who don't know basic etiquette more than necessary. 

Brimming with confidence as he was, Vil swept between smoothly, the long and loose sleeves of his dorm uniform flaunting behind me like a perfect picturesque as he hide you behind his back. He looked down coldly at those potatoes, ignoring your surprise yelp. Now, Vil can't let the improper things they say pass without a proper punishment, no?

Like everyone does, Idia doesn't care if you're timid or soft spoken either. To be honest, it was even encouraged by him. He could get around everything between you two without speaking, especially since he wasn't used to being around people a lot. After all, your quiet voice when you're talking to him doesn't feel like any otherーit was more relaxing, more soothing…

That's why when he heard you shouting so loudly and angrily one day, Idia fell on his chair in shock. He was surveying the surroundings from the CCTVs around the school for possible routes he could take when he went out to buy snacks for the weekend when he caught sight of you in the hallway with some unfamiliar students. It doesn't look like a one-sided argument, but you were definitely more pissed off than the others.

The longer he listens, the more Idia wants to wither awayーfrom embarrassment, or from self-resentment or from pure adoration, he cannot pinpoint exactly what! You...you were defending him! Him! You were seethingly refuting every claim he heard directed to him. Every single negative thing they pointed out that he himself knew of all people possessed, said it was nothing but baseless untruths. 

How could you say that he was not useless when all he could do now was to watch you from afar as you fight for his reputation? How could you still believe he was not a coward after all those things that people said about him and his failures? How could you still love him after all the things you were hearing right now? 

Idia clenched his fists that his nails dug in his palms. He...wants to be like you as well. He wanted to be the man you could depend on, the one who could defend you like those in his otome games he played. If one day...if only he could build up the courage to be...anyway, for now, Idia mysteriously alerted some of the professors that someone was bullying you. He couldn't be there personally, with how he is right now, but he would make sure to protect you in the way that he himself could surely do this time...

The one who insults and badmouth The Malleus Draconia himself was probably tired of living, having a death wish or something. Almost everyone was scared of facing him, but alas, there surely exists those who are...brave enoughーor was it simply foolishness?ーto insult him in the presence of his own beloved. 

Malleus probably didn't hear your "heroic acts" personally, but due to Sebek's garrulous mouthーand he can't simply keep this a secret to his Waka-sama!ーhe was informed how you defend him in front of many people. 

He would ask every detail, how it started and how it escalated to how it ended. Sebek wouldn't leave a single detail, though he supposed he could make you a little more "gallant and chivalrous" to his Young Master because you were the first one to stand up for him, and you are his lover, not his guard!

After hearing the full details from the extremely proud Sebekーand how he had already taught the impudent students a lesson for insulting himーMalleus had found himself teleporting next to you, that made you jump because it was so sudden. And he would hug you so suddenly and wordlessly. When you ask him why, he would just reply that he feels like you had done something so incredible for him that he wants to repay and spoil you in any way you desire.

Malleus does mind the insults, but he was more focused on you and how you stand up and hold your ground despite your soft-spoken self. He wished he could've seen you break out from your shell once again, but he won't force you to it. After all, there's plenty of time to rectify that and he would wait patiently on the day you showed all your sides to him.

[give-soup-please]

hi soup! do you have any ocs? if so, do you wanna tell us about them? :-D

buddy, you don't know the can of worms you've opened/pos

Here's a brief overview:

(unnamed) - Big shot lawyer who specializes in contract negotiations during business mergers. Sharp, angular man. Very tall, very thin, wears expensive suits. In his mid 50s- early 60s. Chain smoker, but really wishes he could settle down with a nice cigar once in a while. Very bitter and sarcastic. He has, after all, spent almost twenty years dealing with capitalism and all its ills up close. Highly prized in the world I've created, because a large portion of the magic world involves similar contracts and deals. Suspicious of magic users and does his best to stay away from them. Unfortunately, he didn't expect to start nursing a crush on Theophilus, nor did he intend to start viewing Io as his kid as well.

Theophilus (Call him Phil, or he gets mad) - Bootleg potion maker. You need a potion that will let you stay awake for a week, or will make you feel like you've gotten a full night's rest, but can't afford the real thing? Talk to him. His potions are good - he knows all the right, cheaper substitutes and 'generics'. Hard worker, spends almost all his free time down in the lab filling orders for people, when he isn't teaching magic. Had his potion making licence revoked because he wouldn't stop trying to cut deals with people and get people their medications for cheap. His stuff is safe, he tests batches on himself, but it is technically illegal so you don't want to be caught with his goods. Early to mid thirties. Wears cheap and loose fitting clothes, hoodies are his favorite. His clothes are permanently stained with ingredients and splattered liquid from his cauldrons. Casual attitude, fairly easy going unless it's about the safety of his potions or the safety of his adopted kid. Has a very obvious crush on (unnamed), and flirts with him constantly.

Io (Not her real name. She's looking for her birth certificate) - Around twelve years old. Very quiet, studious, and suspicious of other people. Phil's adopted kid. She's got a lot of magic ability, but her control is limited due to her young age and upbringing. Before she was adopted by Phil, she was apprenticed to a demon lord. Still in recovery from this in many ways. She was trained by this demon lord to be a perfect apprentice- obedient, silent, intensely focused. It came at a high cost. Learning to be a kid again, but it's quite difficult. She wears the same clothes every day. A purple hoodie that's been enchanted with various protective runes, inscribed in gold all over the front and back. Her special ability is her empathic powers. This is less of a "I sense sadness." while someone is hysterically crying one room over, and more a keen sense of intuition and and understanding of the worst parts of human nature. She senses other people's emotions as if they were her own, and has a really hard time balancing her own personality and not integrating other personalities into her head. In this world, empaths are not born, they are made by experimentation.

'Mal' (Short for Malkieck) - Demon lord. Very tall, very buff, red skin, the whole package. Not all demons in this world are bad news, but he definitely is. Trains magic users up to be obedient soldiers, then sells them off to the highest bidder. Part of a big chain to create soldiers for armies in wars that never end. Experimented on Io to turn her into an empath because they are very good at picking up on the next attack an enemy is going to make and therefore have a high survival rate. Raised Io until she was about eight, before she escaped with Phil's help. Very upset that one of his 'prized possessions' got away. Continually looking for her and Phil, meaning they have to move around a lot.

A bit more detail for those who've read this far.

Everyone's Flaw

(unnamed) - Thinks things he doesn't understand are gross and weird.

Theophilus - toxic positivity, wants everyone to be happy to everyone's detriment.

Io - Trusts absolutely no one, even when it would be better or easier to trust them.

Mal - Will never, ever understand what he's doing is wrong, no matter how many times someone explains it to him.

These are my 'core four', of the big story I want to tell.