#branch smut

[broz0neglitters]

How do I make you love me? ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Brozone Headcanons Smut/NSFW Fem Reader Warning: Bit of Smut & P*rn Mention

John Dory:

-He has a box full of old p*rn dvd and in his bands day when ever his younger brother were out of the room plus grandma wasn't around john would watch it bruce knows that john still has that p*rn dvd collection

-His Cock is massive he would tear ya

-He loves to cockwarm so be expected to do it all the time

-once you start sucking his cock he will thrust and face fuck you til his cum fills your mouth

-when he left he brought the p*rn dvd with him he would watch it alone he would jerk off to it

-He wants to make a p*rn video with you but you refused which made him sad but he understands right?

-But he would still begged for it desperately and seeking your approval to let him atleast flim you two doing it but you made him promise to never publish it anywhere if he dose you'll hunt him down and cut his balls off you're that serious

-John Jerks off anywhere but he will most likey get caught by other trolls and even you + his brother dude can't keep his hand to himself

-He out of all of his brothers will most likey have a OnlyTroll account (Trolls version of Only fans)

-You feel awkward when he flims going to town on you

-Clay Thought it would be funny to see what john posted so he made a fake girl account and brought it and holy shit clay saw his own brother cock and clay immediately had nightmares for days he couldn't even looked at John the same way ever again poor dude

-John is super awkward during sex he can't even talk dirty to you making your sex super awkward come on he spends his 20 years alone in the woods with a armadillo :c

-John is rough at fingering you at some point you might bleed cuz of him

"John dory you asshole you're making me bleed thanks to you I'll be bleeding for the nexts fews days!" you said angirly while cleaning the blood off yourself in the bathroom he tried to apologized but you ignore him

-Horny af

-wants you to send nudes to him every hour or so even when you're hanging with friends there's a catch he wants you to play with yourself which made you rolled your eyes at him but you still do it anyways he wants you to moan it was hard for you cause you didn't want your friends espically your parents to hear it

"Gosh why did I date that asshole." you said to yourself...

-John will jerk off to every video/nudes photos you send to him is his ways of jerking off when your not around

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Bruce:

-He wants to make sex last eternally with you because he needs a breakthrough and he only wants what right in front of him which was you

-his cock is big and thick

-also horny af

-Both rough and gentle in somedays

-He is least likey to get caught jerking off he only wants you to walk in on him jerking off that's all he ever wanted

-He will face fuck the shit out of you

-cockwarming are this thing he would beg for it constantly

-he definitely watches p*rn he also own half of the P*rn dvd collection cuz JD Gave him half of it

-He gave the dvd back to john cuz he doesn’t needs it anymore

-Back in his bands day being a heartthrob he would go to their places and have sex with them so basically a one night stand I could say

-A fan once leaked a video of him fucking her and bruce demands she takes it down because he dose not want his grandma to see it same with his younger brother and also the whole world it would ruin brozone reputation so he only told john about it and they found a lawyer... Thankfully the video was taken down but bruce still can't live that down he's afraid that clay,floyd and branch will find that video...

-Also john dory was such a supportive brother during that time when bruce told him about the leaked video he put all activities aside and help bruce get that video get taken down that was the only time john dory wasn’t his bossy self...

-he would make sure there's no camera hidden in the room you told him that there was none and you told him not to worry about it at all put he still take your phone and lock it somewhere he's that paranoid

-Bruce will gently finger you until you beg him for more he doesn’t make you bleed unlike john dory

-Bruce is a smooth talker and he's great at talking dirty it makes you even turn on during sex you crave for his dick inside of you even if he hasn’t put it in yet that's how good he is at dirty talking

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Clay:

-You guys go back in time where you guys were just friends with benefits but shortly after you two actually have feelings for each others so you guys started dating so you both were no longer friends with benefits

-Clay dosen't have time for p*rn he watched it with you sometimes even as a movie night

-Also the least to get caught jerking off he also would want you to caught him jerking off to your photos

-His dick is thin and long

-He's can be rough in some day and gentle in some days aswell

-only Horny when you're around

-He will face fuck you

-Cockwarming while he works is a must for you

-He likes to name called you like Bitch and slut and so on

-He will pull your hair while fucking you

-Rough at fingering you but dosen't make you bleed like jonh did

-remember how I mention he made a fake onlytrolls account and pretended to be a girl to see JD Well he saw JD Cock and wanted to jump off a bridge and when ever john dory comes to visit clay can't even look at john in the eye or even talk to him the only thing clay ever said was hi and bye to john...

-He's also good at dirty talking every words he said will only make you want him even more

-when looking at him in the eye while hitting your sweet spots it makes him turn on by seening your expressions when he hits your sweet spot

-He always busy so when's he's at work he would ask if you could send him nudes/video of you playing with yourself

-He wouldn't jerk off cuz he's at work but he'll praise you but once he gets home he demand you fuck him right here and then no excuses cause he's been waiting all day to get fuck your pretty little cunt...

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Floyd:

-You and floyd are super shy during your first time

-Small cock late bloomers but don't underestimated his small cock plz

-You felt uncomfortable getting naked in front of floyd but be told you " I can see the real you, girl You don't have to hide I'll teach you how to shine." he said smiling at you but shortly after you feel comfortable to get naked in front of him

-Floyd would ask if you could cockwarm him he needs it while you cockwarm floyd would usally writes songs or just sings

-He is horny when you cockwarm him only when you cockwarm him

-He watches p*rn 24/7 even when you're around

-He dosen't jerk off and will never get caught jerking off he only wants to do it when you play with yourself

-he dosen't face fuck you he's the only brozone who's dosen't face fuck you and he's super gentle aswell

-when he fingers you he loves to see your expression he would smirk when he hits your sweet spot

-He loves it when you send him nudes he will also send you a dick pics aswell he'll compliment you making you feel extra comfortable in your own skins when sending nudes to him

"You look stunnting baby." Etc

-Floyd also witnesses clay making a onlytrolls account and pretending to be a girl (you already know the content.) floyd would tease clay about it for days althought floyd didn't see it himself he knows it bad cause he saw clay put many eyes drop to hopefully blind him at what he just saw it was worste than seening a puppy get taken away from his mother and cows getting killed to be made into beef.

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Branch:

-His dick is pretty average size just perfect

-He has a massive crush on you he wants to make you fall for him

-He will jerk off but only in his bunker so he will never get caught at all

-Also rough and gentle in some days

-Cock warming is a must for him in fact is the 1st thing that you guys do at his bunker when you come over

-He is shy to asked you to have sex with him even when you guys are just simply cockwarming

-He watches p*rn in full volume also like floyd 24/7

-He loves to finger you especially in front of a mirror because he wants to see your expression

-He would sometimes asked him self "How do I make her want me?"

-Just like bruce he wants sex to  last eternally he never wants you to never stop having sex with him "How do I make you love me?" he would asked you while you were cockwarming him

"Branch, I'll always love you even if we're having sex i'll never leave you." you said kissing his soft cheek which made him blush and giggle he has abandonment issues

-Branch likes to tease you by thrusting on accident just to see how you would react usually when he dose you would let out a gasp or a tiny moan

-He is horny but only when you asked him to fuck you

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[brights-place]

I KNOW THIS IS SCANDALOUS BUT HEAR ME OUT, cheating branch. It would never happen in the troll verse but I love juicy fanfics when the character knows it wrong but it’s too good not to keep going back to the reader! Maybe it could start off as an accident but then he realizes that can’t stop seeing the reader? AHH THIS WOULD BE SO JUICYY

Cheating Branch

Pairings: Branch X F! Reader Warnings: Smut, Cheating!, Oral, BJ, Cunnlingues A/N: I haven't written in awhile so sorry but my C.A.Ts for school are so fucking annoying but also I haven't written smut in awhile ahhhh!! and its so short too Im so sorry :< Also I don't condone cheating so if you a cheater I will actually snap your kneecaps with no love because Cheating is bad >:C - Branch is a dedicated man to poppy he loves her so much - He took a vow to stay with poppy he swore to himself that he’d never kiss anyone but poppy due to being revolted by the idea of having to share his mouth with another person that wasn't her but holy shit - but why couldn't he stop when he had that one night stand with a f/c troll at one pop troll party? - Why would he always think of your flushed walls wrapping around his cock milking him “Oh fuck—”

- He muttered enjoying how you’re cumming around his thick cock with your moan getting muffled into the pillows as your little talons on your hands digged into the bedsheets - Branch hooking your legs over his shoulder enjoying how your eyes grow wide when you feel the head of his cock slide over your drooling pussy that has both of your heads going�� dizzy about how addictive it felt - But his favorite part was when he got to eat you out - Branch can't help but be addicted when his tongue reaches every crevice of your folds running up and down the sensitive organ until he hears your whines with shaking f/c hands in his hair - He loves your puffy folds plush lips wrapped gently around the bundle of nerves as he suckled on it his tongue rapidly flicking as it’s cradled in his mouth - His eyes half-lidden as it would stay glued to yours the whole entire time watching as you whined oh how he loved the faces you make you were loud and whiny and he loved it - He can't help but be addicted to it... he knew it was so bad but why did it felt so right to him? - But he thought he was the only one... but poppy had the f/c troll too maybe once or twice too not like branch would know thoughhhhh nehehehhe

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[reyababyy]

John Dory masterlist

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Floyd masterlist

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Branch masterlist

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Creek masterlist

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Viva masterlist

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-more to come maybe

[libraryleopard]

never in my life have i actually seen an interesting conversation on literacy or anti-intellectualism result from someone screenshotting a tweet or a tiktok or a paragraph from an article and then lamenting about the state of reading. can't we stop doing this every few weeks, it's boringgg. i think next time anyone thinks about doing that they should make a post of the five most interesting nonfiction books they've read instead because that would be a better use of time.

[gladiatorcunt]

summary: rafe cameron x afab maid!reader

cw: titfucking, rimming/ass eating, collaring, power imbalance/dubcon, no real face slapping but reader gets rafe’s rings pressed into their face, gun mentions, rafe talks about wanting to do a line off reader’s tits, throwaway implication that his dad saw you, general rafe-esque warnings 💀, very plotless & possibly ooc (i’m new to the show but i’ve been lurking for a bit), rafe spits on reader, slight dumbification/objectification, hate sex coded but that's more bc i have a love/hate relationship with rafe, he calls reader a bitch once and a also a slut once, use of good girl

block & move on if uncomfortable !!

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This stupid carpet is hell on your knees. Not that there was any time to pull a pillow down under them, you were pulled into the room and shoved down so fast you got dizzy. You’re brought out of your ruminations by a rough palm seizing your face in its grasp and squeezing. 

Rafe huffs, leaning forward to make sure he didn’t miss the way your eyes widened as his fingers tightened. His gaudy rings are going to leave impressions on your cheeks but it’s hard to care about that right now. One second, you’re dusting off the son of your employer’s bedroom, and the next you’re getting a wad of split slung on your face. 

Your pussy decides to be a traitor and clench in response. 

“Sorry ‘bout that………” Rafe trails off, flicking the spit off your cheek like he was picking at a persistent hangnail. 

The apology is as insincere as it could be but something about the bored inflection in his tone gets you wet. 

“It’s fine.” Your “ice princess facade” as he’s called it  falls apart a tad, an embarrassing heat blooming throughout your face. 

He seems satisfied with his attempt at amateur art and scoops the rest up with two of his fingers. He doesn’t ask you to clean them off, just shoves them in between your plump lips without a word. 

“You’re so fuckin’ messy, being such a shitty maid right now, you know that, babe?” He hums, giving your face one final squeeze. 

You’re not even sure he knows your name, he sure doesn’t act like it. All he does is coo at you condescendingly as you suckle on his fingers, telling you how much better you are at this. Once you’ve done an adequate job of polishing them off, he pulls the digits away and gives you a weak love tap. Rafe’s obviously wanting to wring something else out of you. 

You hate that your first instinct is to say “Yes, sir?” 

You also hate that it’s what actually fucking comes out of your mouth. 

The grin that splits his mouth reminds you of the only time you’ve ever successfully caught a mouse in an old fashioned trap. A vermin that used to disgust you until it stayed and you gave it a name. And then your mom has to turn you away from the sight of Jacque’s tiny body cleaved in two. 

“Get those fucking clothes off, now.” He orders you, palming himself through his khakis. "And toys don't talk back."

You roll your eyes and comply. You ignore Rafe's ramblings about how he wished his dad made you wear one of those skimpy made costumes without underwear, that he way he could stare at your pussy whenever you bent over. The door is wide open, you know you could just make a break for it if you wanted. But you kind of like how the humiliation twists your stomach in a knot. The air in the room gets so much hotter when you focus on the large bulge in front of your face.

As soon as your uniform is lying on the hardwood floor in a rumpled heap, your tits are being squished together. Rafe takes several moments to weigh each globe of flesh in his hands.

"Pretty tits, always wondered what they looked like under that stupid uniform. Wanted to make a mess of you so bad but you had to be all fuckin' stuck up and prissy." He hisses, digging his nails into your breasts.

He massages them in circular motions, forcing them to press together like he could cum untouched to the sight of it alone.

You obediently stay silent as you watch Rafe stagger to his feet and wrestle his leather belt out of his pants. His bottom lip is being toyed with to the point that tiny drops of blood are peeking out of the skin. The leather makes a thwack! sound as it passes through the final belt loop and flops around. Rafe continues to eye your tits like a hawk as he wraps the belt around his hand and kneels down to your level.

He tilts your head up with one finger under your chin, "This is going around your neck, okay? I don't have a leash to go with it, but I'll get one for next time."

You open your mouth to speak or maybe to moan at the vision of the expensive leather tensely coiled around your vulnerable neck like a snake about to strike. The warning look he gives you shut you up, but your damp panties made you want to push him further.

"Don't move a muscle."

The belt was warm to the touch, probably because of all the hours Rafe had spent on the golf course or wherever his "business" takes him. You stay perfectly still as he curled it around your neck, having to wrap it around you again due to the length. The metal belt buckle clicked as he fastens it, tugging it firmly to test how tight it was. It definitely feels like a weight baring down on you, but you seem to be able to breathe so he steps back again.

"There we go, pretty bitch just for me."

His pants fall to the ground unceremoniously, revealing the cock you may have had a stray wet dream or two about. Crowned by neatly and clearly obsessively trimmed hair, it looks about 7 inches and thicker than your forearm. His cock has a slight left curve, with a couple prominent veins and an almost reddish-pink colored tip that puffs out at the sides a bit.

Rafe's cockhead catches the drool that embarrassingly leaks out of your mouth, and you kitten lick the slit as you stare up at him through your lashes. You want to smile at the punched-out groan emanating from above you, but he might slap you for getting cocky, it wouldn't be unwelcome.

"You like it, babe? Yeah, I bet you do."

He brings your hands up to your tits and you pick up on what he wants you to do. Anticipating Rafe Cameron's needs is part of your job after all. You scrape the sides of your chipped painted nails against them as you softly cup and squish the globes together, creating a perfect pocket for him.

"Good girl." He chuckles, ruffling your hair like you were his pet.

He savors the wet slide of his cock through the valley of your breasts. You hold them impossibly closer together, ignoring the discomfort by getting lost in the game of peek a boo his tip is playing with you during every thrust. A near constant stream of precum is flowing from the silt and ending up all over the tops of your tits.

Rafe pants as he speeds up his thrusts, his pupils expanding as he takes in the spectacle of you hot dogging him with your tits. For how preppy he likes to act sometimes, he sure does seem to enjoy painting you with his bodily fluids. He weaves his hands down from their deadly hold on your hair to pinch and flick your nipples.

" 'G-gonna cream all over these gorgeous tits, get them messy, then snort some coke off your nipples after.”

It doesn't take as long as a man like him would prefer before he's spilling all over your heaving chest with a sound so inhuman you'd think he was possessed.

You're past caring if he sees you hungrily open your mouth as wide as possible in the hopes of catching some of his cum in your mouth. You grind your sopping wet cunt against the floor when you do, and fuck it tastes better than it has any right to.

A quiet 'shit' rings out and the room spins as you're swiftly flipped on your stomach. Rafe crowds behind you and yanks your hips up. You don't think much of it until you feel warm breath on your ass. You jolt in surprise, and he gives you a light smack on both cheeks before spreading them with his thumb.

"Bet you thought I wanted your pussy, huh? Well, this tiny hole right here looks much cuter, you can't blame me. We'll get you some cute plugs." Followed by a flat tongue licking a stripe over your rim. He gives your hole a strangely soft peck and then teases the tip of his tongue past the entrance.

You squeal, which you'd be mortified by if the sensation of Rafe's tongue filling up your ass didn't feel so good. The way he curls it and jabs it deeper between your cheeks in short busts is running a huge risk of causing you to go insane. It's like he's exploring every nook and cranny, you should be laughing because the man that treats you like a back-alley whore is up to his ears in your ass. His groans and grunts are muffled but they give you the confidence to be louder.

He drags his face away and hangs his tongue over you until a load of saliva drips down onto you. You shiver when it meets your hole. A high-pitched moan comes out when he massages it into the puckered skin with his thumb.

He dots sloppy open-mouthed kisses up and down your rim, nipping the flesh as he goes.

"I would say it's gonna be too tight, but sluts like you can take anything, right?"

You're too busy nodding to notice the sound of shoes hitting the floor in their rush to get away, or that the person wearing them softly closes the door behind them.

[slvt4floyd]

Hello! I hope U have had a great day/night! Anyway I was wondering if U could do some Branch x reader SMUT😏?

OMG YES FINALLY, SOMEONE WHO REQUESTED A SMUT I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS AND IM GONNA GO ALL OUT ON THIS SO I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS 🤭 ALSO YOU DIDN'T PUT IN A GENDER SO IM GONNA DO FEMALE IF THATS OKAY, REQUEST ANOTHER FOR A DIFF GENDER AND I WILL DO IT

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Branch x Fem!Reader

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧��: CRINGEEE 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖, 𝐒𝐞𝐱, 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Switch!𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡, Switch!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. !!!𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈!!!

𝘔𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘪𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥

"𝘍-𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘦….𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵~" 𝘏𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴

𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘱- 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘵

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭

"𝘈𝘩~..𝘔𝘮𝘮𝘮 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩~" 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨-𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵

"𝘠𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘮 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭~" 𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵…

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺, 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦…

𝘉𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘳.

"𝘠/𝘕 𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦-𝘈𝘩! 𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘬𝘬~…" 𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ��𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘱!

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬.

𝘈𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 "𝘈𝘩~…𝘠/𝘕~…" 𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥

"𝘏𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩- 𝘞𝘦 𝘥𝘰��'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘮𝘮?" 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴, 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬.

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 "𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥…"

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬, 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥…

𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘣𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘵

"𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩- 𝘐𝘮 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦~" 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘧𝘧, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯

𝘏𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵, 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 "𝘉𝘙𝘈𝘕𝘊𝘏- 𝘈𝘩 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬~…"

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘶𝘣 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘣, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶!

"𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘧'𝘮𝘦-𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 ��𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘮 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭.." 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘴, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘳.

𝘏𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘹, 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘫𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦..

𝘏𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥…𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴.

𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺, "𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘠/𝘕" 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦…

"𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘉𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩…"

AAAAAAAAAA THIS IS SO CRINGEEEEEEEEEE, BUT IM HERE TO GIVE TO THE PPL SO HERE YA GO 😍

[tadpoletiddles]

(Idk if you do yandere) hear me out..... Soft!Yandere Branch x reader fanfic where he never allows them to leave the bunker under ANY circumstances because he's afraid that someone will take them away from him........ I know it sounds freaky but think abt it (it can be headcannons or smut idc 😃👍🏾)

(If your not comfortable doing yandere, I completely understand and won't force you to do something your not comfortable with :3)

𝐂𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

Yandere Branch x Reader

(This one's gender-neutral)

Heyo!! So I've actually never written any yandere before, but I am so up for giving it my best try! Oh boy, oh boy, I am so up for the freaky stuff ;)

Sorry if this one's kinda of short... enjoy!!

➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➴

➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➴➵➶➴➵➶

The relationship between you and Branch was definitely unique. By this, I mean that he was rather possessive. It hadn't always been this way, though. When the two of you first started dating, he was great, but as time went on and the two of you got closer, he realized just how precious you were to him. Of course, he had to keep this precious gem safe. How did he do this? Well, you weren't really allowed to leave the bunker, and even in the rare instances that you did, he had to go with you. You weren't bothered by it a lot, finding it cute that he worried about you so much.

Although, this evening, you were planning on sneaking out. It wasn't because you needed to escape Branch; you loved your overprotective boyfriend. Honestly, you just wanted to test your abilities and were curious if you'd even be able to get past him. The two of you had laid down like normal for the night with you snuggled up in his arms. When he was drifting off to sleep, you tried to wiggle your way out of his grip, but he only pulled you in closer to his chest. "Sweetheart, I have to go to the bathroom," you tried to see if that would work. He stirred and peeked open one eye groggily, "Mnmm," and loosened his hold, allowing you to slip away. You turned around to look at him for a second, seeing he was back asleep, before shutting the door.

As soon as you did the time was ticking; you knew that if you weren't back within a reasonable amount of time that Branch would come and find you. Boy, was he good at it, too. He could track you down in minutes, even if you were hiding, which is why you had to act fast. Running down the corridor away from the bedroom, you tried to be as quiet as possible. Just as you had reached the end of the hall, you could hear him stir. 'He's awake already," you'd think to yourself as you hurried around the corner. Now, you were dashing across the bunker, trying to remember the turns that led to the elevator. But, of course, because you were rushing, you took a wrong turn, leading you right back to Branch. He'd stopped in his tracks when he saw you, giving you a look of disapproval, "Bathroom, hm?" You gulped, knowing the jig was up. Branch took a step towards you, "Back to bed, shall we?" Keeping the distance between the two of you, you take a step back. One of his eyebrows raises at you, and he smirks, "Oh, you want to play, do you?" "Well," he crosses his arms, "I'll give you a headstart."

The game of cat and mouse had just begun. Without another word, you took off back down the way you'd come from. Your legs pumped as you sprinted through the maze of turns. You internally curse at Branch for making this place so difficult to navigate. Your hopes picked up when you began to recognize the path you were on; the one that was close to the elevator! Oh, but that optimism quickly diminished when Branch met you as you rounded the corner. He dashed forward, lunching to grab you. With a yelp, you leaped clear from his way and scurried to get away from him.

Now, the elevator was in view. It was now that all of strength was used to run. You heaved in air like your life depended on it, taking in as much as you could to fuel your body. The elevator was so close, maybe only a couple of feet away, you guessed. This is what prompted you to look over your shoulder for Branch. He, however, was nowhere in sight. That was until you whirled back around to the elevator. Branch was standing right in the middle of your path; it was like he'd come out of nowhere. Having no time to stop, you would have crashed right into him if it wasn't for Branch's maneuvering skills. Upon contact, you're shoved to the ground onto your stomach. You let out a huff as the air is knocked out of you.

"I've got you, dearest," Branch chirps down at you. Being caught wasn't such a bad thing. It meant he could now have his way with you. Oh, you dirty troll. Teasing him, swaying your hips the little bit he would allow in his grip. "Sweet thing, I could take you right here." You certainly wouldn't complain. Being hunted was more than just a thrill for the heart...

It wasn't long until you'd be screaming his name. Goodness, you were begging and pleading with him to go faster, harder, as if he wasn't enough already.

"Are you gonna run off again?"

"N-No, sir."

;)

[mingwrites]

request!! sub wooyoung 🙏 i like it when he gets to soft sub instead of being a brat and getting himself in trouble, so if you have any thoughts at all in that direction, i'd be more than happy to hear them :))

ahh thanks for requesting! i absolutely have soft sub woo thots, thank u for asking ~

i’ve been wanting to try bullet points lately, so let me know if you guys like this format or if you prefer short writings!

dating soft sub woo

• his FAVORITE thing is when you kiss him on his little nose <3

• gets really blushy and giggly every time you’re sweet to him

• and pouty and grumpy when you don’t give him enough attention

• you both get all cuddly in your oversized hoodies

• he likes to bake you sweet treats

• sometimes he gets impatient tho and asks you if he can just eat the dough instead

• when you hold hands, he either holds one of yours with both of his, or he holds onto one of your fingers

• wants you to spoon him while you sleep

• fusses a lot in the night, and kicks you on occasion

• but you don’t mind because that’s your little woo :’)

sex with soft sub woo

• a total pillow prince, it’s all about him until he gets what he wants

• call him baby boy or baby girl, he likes both :3

• he loves when you play with his nipples, he’s really sensitive there and likes that it’s a little “taboo”.

• super squirmy and whiny no matter what you’re doing

• whenever you suck him off, he will cry if you don’t kiss his dick all over (“kissies, please”)

• whimpers with every thrust when you enter him

• has to hold onto something, either you, the sheets, or a plushie

• begs you for “cummies” when he gets close

• when he’s going down on you, he’ll repeatedly say “thank you” for letting him make you feel good

• and when he’s inside you, he tells you breathlessly how good you feel, how you’re so tight around his little dick

[gilverrwrites]

🚨 please release the secret Brucie scenario 👉👈

━ [In reference to this post]

🚨 sex that sent me to the ER headcanon

Hehe, playboy billionaire Brucie, getting cocky and excited after a few to many drink, and the buzz of your attention. Whose been hand feeding you booze all night, matching you drink for drink for drink, whose already stretched your hole out not just on his cock, but all of his fingers.

Brucie who pops a cork on a campaign bottle and pushes the neck into your entrance as the fizz overflows, making your already sensitive walls sting, intoxicatingly against the bubbles. Who grins, thoroughly enthralled at the way it makes your legs shake, and your eyes roll back as he fucks you with the cool glass.

Bruce who pays for your medical bills when you need treatment for alcohol poisoning and a yeast infection.

[Smut Emoji Prompts]

[becca-e-barnes]

"I think we should celebrate." Bucky’s voice is low, his lips trailing up the side of your neck, heading towards the spot just behind your ear that he's always loved to kiss.

"I think..." He stops briefly on his path, taking a second to inhale deeply, determined to slow down. "I think we should make love in every room of your new house this weekend."

I officially started the paperwork to buy my first house today besties!! I still can't really believe I'm saying that, it’s all a bit terrifying but it’s so exciting at the same time.

To mark the milestone, I'm doing what you probably all expect of me by now; I'm writing filth about it!

I'm setting myself the challenge of having this whole mini-series finished before I move in. I have plenty more rooms I can add if I'm feeling inspired but to get me started:

#1 - The Study

#2 - The Living Room

#3 - The Bathroom

#4 - The Kitchen

#5 - The Garden

Spin off - Christmas Eve

[broz0neglitters]

Can we get stuff for branch and a female reader pls?

Yes, Of course I got u bestie! I don’t know if you want Smut/NSFW But I'm doing it anyways if you want a non smut/nsfw version maybe like dating just let me know :^) anyways hope you enjoyed!

ɪᴛ's ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴍᴇ

Branch x female reader Smut/NSFW ˙ ✩°˖🫐 ⋆｡˚꩜

Warning: Smut & P*rn mention

-Branch is a p*rn addict he watches it 24/7

-He will jerk off to every single picture that he has of you when you're not around

-He's likes it rough so be ready to not feel your legs afterwards

-He would ask you to watch P*rn w him so you can rub his cock for him he likes its when you do when he cums all over your hands he would want you to lick it

-He could be gentle at first but then he will go to town on you

-His cock is average not to big or too small

-Branch is a Lady part and breast type of guy so when ever you're cooking or doing something he would grab either your breast or your lady parts

-He's a private person do he'll definitely keep his hands to himself in public but once you both are in his bunker he will be all over you

-He will dominate you during sex he will sometimes let you take the lead if he's very tried

-He wants you to ride on his dick like there's no tomorrow

-he likes it when you choke on his cock

-He's like cockwarming he would ask you to do it 24/7 even when you both aren’t in the mood to fuck

-He's a netflix and chill typa person you two would watch only 25 min of the movie then you guys would be fucking during the whole movie

-He likes to cum on your body,face and mouth and he would never cum inside you because he knows you’re not ready for a baby unless you are or ask him too

-he'll even finger fuck you when you're sleeping cus he wants to hear your moans

-He loves it when you moan and cry/beg for him he wants you to be as loud as you can no one can hear you

-he isn't loud but he'll grunt when you suck on his cock/rubs it

"If anyone gonna fuck you good it's gonna be me baby girl so you better moan out my name." Branch said while going to town on you once he hits your sweet spot you can't help but moan so loudly that you thought people could hear you

Y/N: Branch, please go faster it's feels sooo good! you said moaning

-when he fingers you he likes to see the faces that you make "dose that feel good baby girl you like it when I get to your sweet spot huh baby girl." he said

-he's rough at fingering you so there’s no telling him to slow down at this point you can't even say anything because you were moaning on how good it feels

-He will lick your cunt like a hungry horny dog

-he'll leave hickeys almost everywhere of your body

-Just like clay cum is super thick but milky

-Your legs won't be as numb despite branch being a rough fucker but he'll still carry you if you needed too

-his after sex care are the best he'll give you tea and any snacks/food you want to eat

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Anyways, I hoped you enjoyed it anyways fill free to request me at anytime :^) *it might take a while to get back to you as I mentioned before I would just write it on my own without any requests plus I've school and real life stuff so be patient with your request your requested are heard loud and clear <3 ---------------- Like and Follow are very much appreciated 🦋☁️🩵

[satansthiccasscheeksreblogacc]

Ok I have to say if your a monster and your gonna kill me at least with enough decency make my insides explode like if your a 6ft fish creature with scales and sharp ass teeth and idk muscles or something you could at least slide whatever the hell your packing down there into me or if your like a some humanoid monster peice of shit you could at least drag me into the woods and like make me start mouth open drooling all over myself eye in the back of my head and just like that's so rude of you not to like I'm not saying you couldn't kill me after just let me go down in pleasure and hot steamy monster sex

[reyababyy]

“Maybe you can scrapbook them to freedom”

✦ One/Two-shots ✦

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

✦ Series ✦

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

✦ Drabbles ✦

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

[planet----venus]

Welcome To My Afterlife

Hi and welcome

I'm Venus and or Lamb(y)

I am a horribly slow writer so it might take me hours and or days to get something out

So please be patient with me

I go by she/her pronouns

I don't post also cause yk I'm slow and I kinda forget I have an acc on here

Absolutely

Basically this is what topics I'll write for

ᜊFluff

ᜊAngst

ᜊPlaonitc

ᜊSmut

ᜊYandere

Absolutely Will Not

ᜊPedophilia

ᜊPro ships

ᜊHeavy Gore

ᜊLarge age gaps

Fandoms I write for

ᜊTadc

ᜊMurder Drones

ᜊHelluva boss

ᜊHazbin Hotel

ᜊTrolls 1,2,3

ᜊRamshackle

-૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა=lamb

Updated on: 4/21/24

[illarian-rambling]

If I drop my first attempt at writing smut with no context, no comprehension, and no confidence, please know that I tried my best 🫡

[anxiousgaypanicking]

I noticed that you're accepting requests for good omens 👀 aziraphale coming back from heaven after leaving Crowley and things escalating up to apology sex/giving Crowley the opportunity to let out his pent-up frustrations? Whoever's the top or bottom is up to you

Apology

Warnings: pretty standard sex

Aziraphale stands idly on the steps outside what was formerly his bookshop. Despite having entered and exited these doors plenty of times, he now feels unsure of whether or not he was welcomed inside.

He had seen Muriel pass by the doors, holding an unsteady stack of books in her arms. Seeing her reminded him of his first days on Earth, and even of the first books he got to hold in his hands. He hoped she hadn't given any away, but he wouldn't blame her if she didn't understand their value. Those books were important to him, and he'd abandoned them anyway.

It wasn't the only important thing he'd left behind.

Just barely visible through the window of the door is Crowley. He's laying back on one of the comfortable couches Aziraphale's ex-bookshop houses. Normally, when he'd stretch out on the piece of furniture it was when he and Aziraphale were engrossed in witty conversation. Now he looked as though he was miserable, if not rotting away on the cushions.

Aziraphale didn't blame him in the slightest.

Fear of rejection is the only thing that keeps him hesitant outside the doors. He doesn't deserve Crowley's forgiveness, but he's prepared to beg for it anyway.

Swallowing the spit in his mouth, Aziraphale heads inside.

As he pushes the door open, the bell above it jingles, and though Crowley doesn't stir, Muriel's feet can be heard excitedly pattering towards the doorway.

"Hi!" she exclaims, before she's even before the door, "welcome to A. Z. Fell & Co..." Muriel trails off before she can even finish her sentence. She gasps when she fully processes who is standing before her.

"Aziraphale!" she exclaims, though Aziraphale has a hard time interpreting whether it's out of surprise or excitement.

The proclamation of his name has Crowley whipping around in his seat though, staring at Aziraphale with his eyes obscured by his familiar black glasses. Aziraphale swears it was just yesterday when Crowley felt comfortable enough to slide his glasses off every time he walked into the bookshop. Now here he was wearing them just to lay around.

"Hi, Muriel," Aziraphale says, though his voice is unsteady, as though he's trying to keep a shuddering sob suppressed. "Hi, Crowley."

"I've kept everything tidy for you!" Muriel states, smiling, though her eyes reflect a certain disbelief. "And Mr. Crowley told me you didn't want any books actually sold."

"How sweet of him." Aziraphale smiles at Crowley. Crowley scowls in response, turning away from him in such a way that drew attention to the cold air wafting between them. There's thick tension that settles along with the silence, which has Muriel bouncing on the heels of her feet awkwardly.

"Why don't you go... tidy something up in the back," Aziraphale then urges Muriel, as soft as he can. She seems relieved at having something to do, and nods at the request, before walking off and leaving Crowley and Aziraphale alone.

For a few seconds, Aziraphale waits, wondering if Crowley will say something. He doesn't. And so, Aziraphale clears his throat and breaks the silence, stating "I came back."

Crowley doesn't stir.

Taking a few small steps toward the sofa Crowley was spread out on, Aziraphale adds "I suppose this warrants a lot more than the apology dance?"

"I don't want to talk to you right now."

Aziraphale's chest aches at the words, but still he presses onwards. "Crowley..."

"I don't even want to see you."

That has Aziraphale's eyes feeling wet. He blinks away the tears before they even have the chance to fall, and sets his hand gently on the back of the cushions, standing behind Crowley's head. So close, Aziraphale could reach forward and cup his face.

"I'm sorry."

That has Crowley drawing in a sharp breath. He doesn't answer Aziraphale, inviting him to say more. Apologize again, or plead his case maybe?

Whatever the reason, Aziraphale knows this is potentially his one chance to make things right.

"I'm sorry," he repeats, believing it to be a good place to start from. "I shouldn't have left you. I shouldn't have left Earth. I was... I was hoping that, as the Supreme Archangel, I could make a difference. I could allow Heaven to see just how special Earth was, and... that I could have you with him. But I couldn't have either." Aziraphale's voice shakes. "I thought I was doing the right thing, but I don't know what the right thing is anymore. Everything is so skewed."

He has to take in a breath to keep himself from slurring his words.

"Jim... or, Gabriel, told me when he'd lost his memories that being around one particular person would make things okay. That if you had nothing else, and you were lost, that one particular person could make things feel better. You are my person."

Crowley is still. Aziraphale continues.

"You don't have to forgive me. I... I don't even know if I'm asking for your forgiveness. But let me at least be with you; I beg of you." Aziraphale's hand slides from the back of the sofa down to the armrest Crowley's head was leaning against. His fingers slowly crawl up Crowley's cheek, caressing his tattoo oh so gently, before cupping his angled jaw and just holding his face.

"I'll do whatever it takes to make things right," Aziraphale promises, and he means it. Once more, his shining eyes are welled up with tears. He's gotten so good at reading Crowley throughout the years, but as Aziraphale looks at him now, he hasn't the faintest clue what he could be thinking. Truthfully, as much as Aziraphale wanted Crowley to accept him, he knew he just as rightfully deserved to be turned away.

Finally, Crowley sits up. He just stays sitting, facing away from Aziraphale for a few moments, before turning back to him and scooting himself to the arm of the settee so that they're face to face.

"I'm still angry with you," Crowley states. Aziraphale smiles sadly, and nods his head.

"I figured you would be. And- it's justified, of course."

"What made you leave?"

The question surprises Aziraphale a bit, but he supposes it makes sense that Crowley would want to know, especially after Aziraphale had begged him to come with.

"I missed you." Aziraphale stares into Crowley's glasses, finding only his sad reflection within them. "I missed the world. I missed my world."

Aziraphale's fingers travel upwards, dancing against the side of Crowley's glasses. Upon being met with no resistance, he slowly slides them off of Crowley's face, and sets them aside. Crowley's eyes are wet, but otherwise hard to read.

"I'd like to be on our side, if that's okay," Aziraphale quietly says, speaking those words to Crowley and Crowley alone. A side that would consist of just the two of them. A group of the two of them.

Crowley's hand sets itself atop Aziraphale's, holding it against his face, before it slithers upwards, sliding over the length of Aziraphale's arm until he's holding Aziraphale's own soft cheek, studying his countenance.

"I shouldn't forgive you," Crowley utters, voice raspy and low. "But after six-thousand years of being around you, it was devastating not feeling your presence on Earth."

Aziraphale exhales, shaky and apologetic, sighing as his eyelids flutter shut momentarily. When his eyes reopen, Crowley is still staring at him, but his gaze has softened in such a way that Aziraphale can sense forgiveness, though both of them know things are different now. For once, they both seem to agree on where they stand in relation to Heaven and Hell, and in relation to one another.

For a few moments, they just stand in each other's presence, Aziraphale leaning against Crowley's hand while his own thumb rubs over Crowley's cheekbone. Then Crowley's pulling him closer. Slow, at first, as though testing the waters, urging him to bend down so that they're face to face.

"Am I moving too fast?" Crowley whispers.

"I should be asking you that question," Aziraphale responds, feeling relief wash over him at the way Crowley's looking at him. He's still angry - he probably will be for a while - but at least temporarily Aziraphale is forgiven.

He can feel Crowley's warm breath on his lips, but there's a pause. Perhaps Crowley is waiting to see if Aziraphale will pull away, or if he'll truly make up for his departure by connecting their mouths in a much softer fashion than Crowley initially had. Regardless of the reason, Aziraphale can't take the lingering much longer, and so slowly tilts his head to the side and presses their lips together.

It's gentle, as most things with Aziraphale are, and just as apologetic as he is. Though he hesitates, his hands eventually find Crowley's shoulders, no longer afraid of embracing him. Crowley lets him move at his pace, and his hands slowly grasp Aziraphale's coat, keeping him close but not pulling him in as he had before. They're close enough as is. Close enough for their foreheads to rest against each other when Aziraphale pulls away slightly, leaving an air of fluster between them.

"So..." Aziraphale speaks, voice low and unsure. "What now? No apology dance?"

Crowley finally snorts, a smile creasing the corner of his lips just barely visible as he turns his head to the side. It helps soothe Aziraphale further, and finally allows him the ability to smile as he straightens back up.

"No, I suppose not," Crowley answers, as he smooths out his pants and leans back against the couch. "Though, if you're still insistent on making things up to me somehow, I have a few ideas."

That has one of Aziraphale's eyebrows quirking up, as he replies "oh? I'd love to hear them, if you'd be so..." he stops before saying 'kind,' and uses "willing" instead, smiling after. Crowley smiles briefly at him in turn, before his face falls to a more neutral expression, and then a more contemplative one.

"I have one that I'm particularly inclined to suggest, but I'd like to know before I suggest it that you'll be completely honest with me," Crowley states, as he finally works his glasses off his face, allowing Aziraphale to see his gleaming yellow irises. He looks serious, though.

"I will be," Aziraphale affirms.

Crowley stares at him for just a few seconds, before pushing himself off the sofa and taking Aziraphale's hand, lightly enough for Aziraphale to pull away if he so desires but still firm enough to lead him forward. He takes them upstairs to the now-vacant bedroom Gabriel-turned-Jim previously used during his temporary stay. Aziraphale's eyes him curiously, having not yet caught on to Crowley's implications, up until Crowley's fingers are sliding beneath his coat and pulling it off of him, slowly slipping the coat down Aziraphale's arms and running his fingers down them all the same.

"Oh..." Aziraphale breathes, eyes darting from Crowley's hands to his face.

"Is this okay?"

Aziraphale lets his coat fall to the floor, and despite his urge to pick it up and hang it over a chair or something, he stays planted where he stands, Crowley's fingertips lingering over his knuckles.

"I suppose," Aziraphale answers, shying away from Crowley's gaze. "Though, it's a bit unfair."

Aziraphale reaches for Crowley's jacket, and Crowley lets Aziraphale pull it off of him, though he does comment "I thought this was all about making it up to me. This was my idea after all."

"I'm just making a few suggestions of my own, Crowley," Aziraphale replies, pulling Crowley's grey, skinny-scarf off of him as well. "If you disagree with them, you can say such."

"No, no," Crowley is quick to say, face warming at Aziraphale's casual nature. Despite this quite literally being Crowley's choice, Aziraphale had adapted rather quickly, and with a lot more relaxation than Crowley truthfully expected. "I have no complaints with this."

"Good." Aziraphale's hands still pertain a little bit of hesitancy, as doubt fills any silent moment they have, but he pushes himself to continue anyway. Who's going to stop him from touching Crowley now that he's finally allowed? No one is.

He's had Crowley's body, but he's never felt Crowley's body, and there's a clear difference between the two. And Crowley just stands there and lets him run his hands along his sides, fingers pushing against his ribcage and hip bones before ever so slightly sliding beneath the waistband of Crowley's tight pants, and it's only there that Crowley stops him.

"You'll probably need some help with that bit," he states, though Aziraphale's eyes shine at the joking manner in which Crowley speaks. While he would much prefer to go the more humanly route of properly stripping Crowley down, he knows that logically Crowley's pants probably can't slide down further than a couple millimeters without coming to an impasse.

Pulling his fingers up, Crowley makes a quick flicking motion, and in a matter of seconds his clothes are miracled off. If he has any shame about standing nude in front of Aziraphale, he's doing a great job of hiding it, and instead just takes to unbuttoning Aziraphale's vest.

He's careful with the angel's clothes, sliding them off his body slowly and making sure they land on an area of the floor where they won't be accidentally trampled. Aziraphale has little shame in being naked either; he's been alive for six thousand years, he's been indecent once or twice, but the way Crowley looks at him once his pants are dropped makes him burn internally, as though Crowley is igniting hellfire inside of him.

"Look at you," Crowley murmurs, so soft Aziraphale takes a step forward to hear him better. "You're gorgeous."

His hands linger above Aziraphale's chubby stomach, wanting to touch but hesitating despite their mutual vulnerability. Hovering upwards, Crowley instead holds Aziraphale's face, pulling him forward and leaning down to kiss him again.

It reminds Aziraphale of his time spent in heaven, longing for the taste of Crowley's lips. They'd been the last thing he tasted before departing, and he hadn't realized just how much he'd craved them until they were unattainable.

A moan slips past his lips, which has Crowley pulling away immediately.

Startled, Aziraphale almost goes to apologize, but is quickly rendered speechless by Crowley tilting his head upwards and thumbing over his lips.

"Beautiful," Crowley breathes, so delicately Aziraphale could have believed the word emerged from the wind itself. "I wish it hadn't been muffled."

"I'm sure the others won't be," comes Aziraphale's assurance, though both of them go pink in the face at his implications.

"Well," Aziraphale then begins, clasping his hands together in a flustered bid to move things along, "shall we mount the bed? I assume that's why you brought us up here in the first place." Aziraphale nods at the mattress, and Crowley looks between it and Aziraphale as though his initial plan hadn't just involved wanting to move away from the downstairs windows.

"Right, yes, of course," Crowley exclaims, nodding and pressing his lips together into a thin line. "After you."

Aziraphale smiles softly, though pulls Crowley slowly to the bed, urging him onto it first. "No, please. I insist."

Surprised, but interested, Crowley lays himself back on the bed, scooting partially up the mattress until a pillow hits the back of his shoulders. Aziraphale crawls onto the bed after him, sliding between Crowley's thin legs until their bodies are pressed together, guiding Crowley's calves around his waist.

"I never would have expected - in all of six thousand years - to be doing this with you," Crowley admits, as Aziraphale's soft hands glide over his bony figure. Unlike Crowley, who displayed more reservations about touching, Aziraphale has no trouble getting right to it. They've never properly embraced, he's realizing, and now at their most vulnerable they're going to get to.

"Have you thought about it?" Aziraphale asks, as his fingers dance down Crowley's pronounced hip bones, and then over his thighs.

"Yes."

Aziraphale nods, not saying anything in response, though his cheeks flush at the confession.

His hands slide back to Crowley's hips, rubbing over his prominent ilia, before he sheepishly asks "who... who do you want to be in control?"

He would take the reins himself if Crowley so desired, but felt it necessary to ask. This had been Crowley's idea after all; he might have had a specific way he wanted this all to go down. Besides, after no doubt feeling out of control during Aziraphale's leave, he may want to be the one to guide things.

But surprisingly, he takes Aziraphale's wrists, and pulls them until Aziraphale is falling forward, hands planted on either side of Crowley's face.

"You can take the lead," Crowley says, slurring his words a bit in an attempt to be smooth. "Might as well, with the position you're in."

Very lightly, Crowley's fingertips brush through Aziraphale's curly hair, as he feels Aziraphale's stomach press against his body. Aziraphale stares into his eyes, before they're both moving to kiss in tandem, soft and slow, appreciating the other for all they're worth. To some extent, every kiss in the near-future will be a somewhat bittersweet reminder of Aziraphale's absence - and even his initial rejection - but it was sweet enough to be worth tasting. Addicting enough to have Aziraphale pulling away to catch a breath, before kissing Crowley again, his own arms shaking in a desperate bid to keep his body from laying flat against Crowley's own while kissing him feebly. Pleasure courses through his body, but he doesn't place why until he's being lightly pushed back.

"Angel," Crowley gasps, turning his head to the side to prevent Aziraphale from kissing him once more. "You mustn't tease me."

Aziraphale goes to ask him what he means, but as he sits up he sees that Crowley's hard, leaky cock was trapped between their fronts, no doubt stimulated by any miniscule movement. Aziraphale's own cock - also hard - was in a similar position, explaining his previous arousal.

Aziraphale sits back on his calves, leaving Crowley to prop himself up on his elbows as he watches Aziraphale curiously wrap his thick fingers around his cock, and give it a few unintentionally teasing strokes.

Crowley's fingers dig into the blankets at the pleasure, and his teeth grit as he muffles an embarrassingly loud moan, tucking his head briefly into his shoulder until he can steady himself. When he sees Aziraphale watching his face with pink cheeks, he's quick to spit "well? Get on with it then!" He can feel the blood rushing to his own cheeks, and he knows Aziraphale's noticed after witnessing the angel's lips form into a soft, embarrassed smile.

Performing a small, quick miracle, Aziraphale summons a small bottle of lube. He pours some onto his fingers, and then makes sure the digits are fully coated before pressing his fingertips against Crowley's hole.

Bitterly, Crowley objects "is this really necessary?"

But Aziraphale's response is firm and sweet, as he states "of course it is. Safety first."

Two of his fat fingers then push into Crowley's hole, spreading him open leisurely as Aziraphale focuses on stretching him out. Crowley groans at the feeling, sliding his forearm over his mouth to muffle his sounds as he leans his head back against a pillow. Aziraphale watches the way his Adam's apple bobs each time his fingers slowly thrust inside.

Crowley says something, and though Aziraphale can't understand it due to his arm in the way, he can assume it's something along the lines of "hurry up." It has Aziraphale huffing, but he wants to please Crowley, and so scissors him open just a tad longer before retracting his hand, musing at the whine that slips from Crowley's throat in the process.

The bottle of lube is reopened once more and spread over Aziraphale's thick cock, before it's shut and set aside with Aziraphale's hands taking hold of Crowley's hips once more.

The tip of Aziraphale's cock presses against Crowley's hole, before slowly sliding into him, with Aziraphale leaning over Crowley as he moans. That has Crowley gasping, as he slides one of his arms around Aziraphale's body so that his hand is pressed against his back. His nails just barely sink into Aziraphale's soft flesh, but he's careful not to hurt him.

"This is quite the apology," Aziraphale murmurs, voice light and breathy as he his cock pushes fully into Crowley. "Much better than the dance, I think."

"I quite like the dance," Crowley utters in response "Perhaps I'll have you do it for me when we're done here."

Aziraphale snorts out a laugh, before he's kissing Crowley's throat. This was truly a great deal of exertion, but it was worth it to see Crowley's cheeks glow red with each bit of affection Aziraphale gave him, despite having been the one to initiate this level of intimacy.

"Tell me when you want me to move," Aziraphale then says, voice gentle. "I want to go at your pace."

"You can move now," Crowley states, almost immediately. "Don't make me wait any longer." His arm falls from his face in order to cup Aziraphale's in turn, before Crowley whispers the softest "please" Aziraphale has ever heard.

Aziraphale is filled with the upmost desire to please, and so pulls his cock halfway out, before pushing it back into Crowley, shivering at the gasp the latter lets out at the action.

Here Crowley was telling Aziraphale he sounded beautiful when his own noises were just as addicting in their own right.

Aziraphale is slow and precise with his movements, and though his eyes watch Crowley's face contort with curiosity and pleasure, his mind is dually focused on making sure Crowley feels as best as he possibly can. And maybe - rather selfishly - Aziraphale is focused on the way his cock feels buried in Crowley's ass.

He tucks his face into the crook of Crowley's neck, trying to adjust to the rather sensitive sensation of having sex for the first time. As generally sexless beings, Aziraphale would never have guessed they'd do something so human. But humanity, to some extent, was what brought them together, so really it only made sense this would happen eventually.

Eventually. Aziraphale flushes as he thinks of that word.

It's rather intense though. Sex is. His nether regions are sensitive and his body is warm, especially as it presses against Crowley's.

His lips rest against Crowley's skin as he thrusts slowly into him, and despite his urge to keep his face tucked beneath Crowley's jaw, he pulls away after a few seconds, pressing a parting kiss to Crowley's sharp collarbone.

He brings one of his hands to Crowley's cheeks, running his thumb along his cheek, before he goes "your eyes truly are gorgeous. I missed you, of course, but I missed your eyes especially."

Crowley groans at the attention, and immediately slots an arm over his eyes to obscure them. Immediately, Aziraphale is tutting and quickly grabs his hand, peeling it away from his face and pinning it to the bed beside his head. He entangles their fingers, and scolds him softly for trying to hide any bit of himself.

Under his breath, Crowley grumbles about Aziraphale being a tease, but Aziraphale just kisses him into silence, grinding their bodies together as he attempts to speed up his thrusts. With hard thrusts, he pulls himself most of the way out, and then snaps his hips all the way in, stretching Crowley open with each movement.

Crowley's own cock slides against Aziraphale's squishy stomach, stimulated relentlessly while Aziraphale moves atop him obliviously.

Suddenly, Aziraphale's hand is being squeezed by Crowley's own as he breaks away from the kiss with a loud cry, head falling back as his back arches off the bed.

Aziraphale's thrusts slow immediately, unable to read the reaction as pleasured or pained.

"Are you okay?" he asks, tightening his fingers against Crowley's hand, only to flush when Crowley doesn't even try to repress a trembling moan.

His eyes are squeezed shut as he answers "prostate..." followed by a panting "sensitive area," which has Aziraphale going red in the face as he nods wordlessly.

His body presses further into Crowley's as his cock speeds up again, this time with Aziraphale looking considerably more focused as he attempts to aim solely for that spot over and over in order to make Crowley feel the best. And he does a considerably good job, with the tip of his cock repeatedly jutting against Crowley's prostate, making the demon moan with each thrust.

Crowley's legs squeeze around his angel's chubby waist, helpless to do anything but squeeze his eyes shut and suck in shaky gasps for air. He's only able to focus on the intense onslaught of pleasure that he's facing.

He expected this to be a learning experience for both of them, but Aziraphale is surprisingly good at this. He wonders briefly if Aziraphale has ever done this before, and then thinks about how they definitely need to do this again in a non-apologetic context, before he's being quickly distracted by another thrust to the sensitive bundle of nerves within him.

Choking out a moan, Crowley grabs Aziraphale's upper arm and clings to it, nails ever so slightly digging into his skin as he forces his eyes open to watch the way his angel's stomach looks rubbing pleasurably against his slick cock.

Aziraphale's stomach engulfs it, sliding over it, before lifting up slightly and letting Crowley see the strings of sticky pre connecting his cock to Aziraphale's pudge, before he leans back down and once again squishes Crowley's shaft beneath him. Aziraphale himself feels hot, and pants as he works to please them both.

"Angel," Crowley pleads, as warmth overtakes his body. He can feel sweat building on his brow, trickling down the sides of his face.

"What do you need, Crowley?" Aziraphale asks, knuckles white with how firmly he's holding Crowley's hand. "Anything, and I'll do it." And he means it.

Yet, he doesn't expect Crowley to suddenly grit out "come in me."

Clearly, he's embarrassed as he asks for it, but Aziraphale is equally as flustered to hear it, and can't help gasping at the request as he presses his forehead to Crowley's. Against Crowley's lips he breathes out "okay, okay," while Crowley moans between his affirmations. He's straining to hold back his orgasm, waiting for Aziraphale. Always waiting for Aziraphale.

Aziraphale's own eyelids stay lightly shut as he lets out a moan of his own, soft and barely audible, driving his cock into Crowley with increasingly sloppy thrusts before his breathing picks up, face red as he presses his body fully against Crowley's. Chest to chest, as close as they could possibly be, Aziraphale thrusts his shaft deep into Crowley a final time, before coming hard inside of him. He moans as semen spills from his cock, thrusting through his orgasm, before he feels Crowley jolt beneath him.

Breathing heavily, Aziraphale pulls back in order to watch Crowley bite his bottom lip, muffling a guttural groan as his back arches into Aziraphale's chest, scratching Aziraphale's arm as he comes, before falling back against the bed with a dramatic huff as he struggles to catch his breath. Aziraphale stays above him momentarily, before pulling back and sliding out, sitting on his knees between Crowley's legs - that remain loosely wrapped around him - as he sees the mess Crowley made of their stomachs, and his own mess spilling out of Crowley's hole.

Aziraphale rubs Crowley's thigh until they've both calmed down, before he asks "would you rather miracle away this mess, or clean it up the traditional way?" which is promptly answered by Crowley waving his fingers and miracling himself a clean pair of boxers, and their mess to be wiped clean.

"Ah. I suppose that answers that."

Aziraphale slides off the bed with shaky legs, and grabs his own boxers off the ground. He slides them on carefully, before turning back to Crowley, who is staring at him as though he's holding back a question.

Smiling, Aziraphale wordlessly gets back into bed, and watches the way Crowley lets out a quiet sigh of relief, lightly wrapping his arms around Aziraphale as Aziraphale slides his arms around Crowley's back, tucking Crowley's face into his chest.

"I'm not much for sleeping, but I know you enjoy it," Aziraphale says softly. "How about you get some rest, and when you wake up we can talk about things over tea."

"And a bit of gin?"

Aziraphale laughs, gently rubbing his hand over Crowley's back. "Whatever you'd like, Crowley. Whatever you'd like."