#hearing this from you means i succeeded!!! and just thank you for being so sweet to me ;;;3;;;

[tvrningout-a]

READING BRONWYN'S BIO WAS SOOOO FUN??!!! It was like watching a short film omg 😭😭 the suspense! the humor! the AESTHETIC! so perfect, you're such a great writer bel I SHAKE YOU I LOVE YOU

PEACHY PEACH!!!! I AM SMOOCHIN’ YA!!! i held onto this for a minute bc it made me so frikkin happy to read :’ )))) just!!! thank you so much!!! i tried really hard with her bio, so it means a lot to hear this from you 💜💜💜

[idkwhatever580]

Always remember the things she said

Masterlist

Based on the song “as good a reason” by Paris Paloma (the girl who wrote “labor”)

Pairings: Natasha romanoff x reader | Wanda maximoff x reader!platonic\older sister vibes | Wanda maximoff x Natasha romanoff!platonic\older sister vibes again

Prompt: two occasions happen where Natasha and y/n give their sisterly advice to Wanda, and she’s the first one to connect the dots.

Warnings: swearing, songfic

A/N: guys I love a good songfic. this is giving me life right now btw. I’m living for this song.

Here’s the song if you want to listen. It’s not important that you hear it but it’s soooo good

Wanda and Pietro just joined the team.

Of course Pietro was busy recovering from almost bleeding out, and Wanda was getting tested for her abilities.

After most of the screenings were done she was pretty tired. And you were there to help her settle in.

You went with her to the party that night since Tony used their presence as a good reason to celebrate.

Wanda had sat next to you the whole night almost as you were elegant and beautiful in your own right. And you knew it. Suddenly she speaks up after not having said much more than a peep all night.

“You really know what you’re doing.”

“Hm?”

“I mean. You look like you love yourself so much and it’s attractive to everyone. It draws eyes towards you. The way you carry yourself”

You smile and thank her and nod your head.

“I didn’t always know how to own the room.”

She turns her head and says

“When did you change? Or become like this?”

You smile and say

“Can I tell you a story?”

She nods interested now.

You sit back as you recall that fateful night.

“One night. I was at a party not unlike this one.”

Wanda nods along and you start

“I met a woman with lips so red. A face so lined like spider webs. I’ll always remember the things she said. They were so wise, she opened my eyes and they’ll never close again.”

Wanda asked

“What’d she say? What did she do?”

You smile at her innocence and intrigue

“Oh how she sighed when she stubbed her cigarette. I felt compelled to enquirer of her success. ‘How do you do, how can you be so in love with yourself? Tell me please cause I need help’”

I smile at my youthful innocence and say

“I was just like you in that moment I guess. Which is why I’m telling you this story.”

Wanda is already on the edge of her seat.

“She said… ‘Every time you are succeeding there’s an old man somewhere seething, and spite’s as good a reason to take his power. When you hate the body you are in, oh love, you’re acting just for him as he counts his gold and green in his ivory tower.’”

I take a sip of my drink and say

“I was being manipulated by one of my exes. And she helped me realize I didn’t even like him and I freed myself from his grasp with her help. ‘Our fear it lines his pockets love, so take that rage and bottle up and put a drop into his cup of wine. You don’t need him you don’t need me. With that poisoned bottle you’ll be free, but be damn sure you don’t mix it up with mine.’”

I smile at Wanda’s face. She’s incredibly sweet.

“What happened to the woman?”

I chuckle and say

“Well, I did exactly what she said not to do”

Wanda furrows her eyebrows and says

“What? But you’re doing what she said to do right now yes?”

I smile and say

“Partially. See. The first part I listened to yes. But the second part. I didn’t listen so good.”

Wanda tilts her head slightly and says

“What did you do?”

“I mixed my poison with hers. But not in the way you might think. I simply fell in love with her”

Her eyes widen and she’s on the edge of her seat

“What happened to her though?”

I smile and say

“We got married.”

Wanda looks shocked and she says

“You’re married?!”

I hush her and say

“Yes but not many people know. It’s to keep her safe in a way. Being an avenger is risky. I wouldn’t want the love of my life to get hurt now would I?”

Wanda shakes her head and we continue on with the night without another question.

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Wanda has been with the avengers for a few months now and she’s been adjusting perfectly.

She is like family to them and she is at a gala sitting next to Natasha. You were drug off by Tony to talk to people. And to pass the time Wanda says

“Tell me a story.”

Natasha raises a brow and says

“A story?”

Wanda nods her head and says

“Like. Something that has happened to you that you’ve never told someone. That has a meaning behind it I guess. I guess what I’m asking is tell me a story and give me advice as well”

Natasha smiles when she pictures the perfect memory in her head.

“I’ve got a story. A few years ago I was at a party.”

Wanda nods along

“I met a young girl with eyes so bright. She was already getting sick of life. She had this boy who was controlling her basically. Her arms were laden with his merchandise. She asked me why I no longer try and waste my time and I said ‘spite’”

With a smirk Natasha continues

“I said… ‘Cause every time you are succeeding. There’s an old man somewhere seething, and spite’s as good a reason to take his power. When you hate the body you are in, oh love, you’re acting just for him as he counts his gold and green in his ivory tower.”

Wanda furrows her eyebrows as she recognizes those words.

“‘Our fear it lines his pockets love so take that rage and bottle up and put a drop into his cup. You don’t need him you don’t need me, with that poisoned bottle you’ll be free, but be damn sure you don’t mix it up with mine.”

Wanda mumbles the last words trying to recall where she had heard it before

“Be damn sure you don’t mix it up with mine”

When she makes the connection she says

“And then you ended up marrying her!”

Natasha furrows her eyebrows in shock and she says in a hushed tone

“How did you know that?”

Wanda responds

“She told me”

“Y/n told you that we’re married? We agreed to not tell anyone without each others consent.”

Wanda shakes her head.

“She told me her point of view of that exact moment and said ‘I met a woman with lips so red. Always remember the things she said’ and I remembered that she said that she married the woman but she didn’t tell me anything else. And I put two and two together and boom baby!”

Natasha smiles and says

“You’re the first person to figure it out. It’s funny because I told her not to mix our poisons and we did”

Wanda smiles and says

“I think you work well together. Like your poisons complement each others.”

Natasha smiles and says

“Thank you. And good job at remembering the woman’s words”

She smirks and Wanda giggles.

You finally break free from the people talking to you and you immediately make your way over to Natasha and Wanda and say

“Up to no good?”

Nat turns around and says

“Actually. Wanda has something she’d like to tell you”

You look at her waiting for her to say it and she gets all shy

“Um. I know who the woman with lips so red is”

Your eyebrows raise in surprise and you say

“Nat? Did you tell her?”

Nat shakes her head and she says

“She figured it out all by herself. She’s a smart one”

You nod your head and say

“I always knew she was smarter than she let on. Congrats on being the first to find out.”

Wanda nods her head and she says

“You shouldn’t hide it. I think you would be New Yorks top power couple”

You sigh and say

“It’s for our own protection. If we were to let that out someone might use us against the other”

Wanda nods and says

“But you have each other. You know you’ll come for each other. You know every avenger would drop everything to help you”

I nod and say

“You’re right. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to soft launch”

Nat smiles and says

“Let’s do it”

I grab my ring from my necklace that keeps it there and I put it on my finger. As does Natasha and Wanda smiles and claps excitedly

“I feel like a proud sister!”

I smile and say

“Good. You are our sister.”

She smiles and says

“Slay”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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[riseoftheangstywriter]

How do you think rise donnie would deal with his s/o starting to call him a tsundere as a term of endearment ?. (Cuz he is a tsundere).

Thank u for the ask!! Here's a little something I wrote on how I think it would play out. Hope you enjoy :))

"You know what y/n?" Leo tells you during one of your many reality tv watching sessions. "Ever since you and Donnie started dating, it's made me realize something... he's such a tsundere, don't you think?"

You turn to look at the slider, head tilting in confusion at the term. "What's a tsundere?"

Within seconds Leo's mouth has dropped considerably. "What?" He pauses the tv. "What do you mean you don't know?!"

As he shakes your shoulders, all you can do is awkwardly smile. "Am I supposed to?"

Leo shakes his head. "I really need to get you into more anime..." He sighs, pulling out his phone. "Don't worry, Leon's got it."

He shoves his phone in your face, and you read the text once your eye's adjust. "A tsundere is a character who switches from being tough and cold towards a love interest into being soft and sweet."

You look at Leo, who's wiggling his nonexistent eyebrows. "See? You can't read that and tell me that isn't describing Donnie."

"I mean, I guess you're right." You hum thoughtfully. "I've never thought about it like that."

Leo's considers your agreement a win, and he grins. "Exactly! I know these things.. it's a twin sense, you feel me?"

You nod, always finding humor in the whole "twin sense" thing when they don't even look remotely alike. They still debated about who was the "older twin" to this day. "Sure."

He nudges you. "Just means you're special, y/n."

His words make you smile. It was relieving to hear that Donnie's brothers thought you were good for him. "Heh. Thanks, Leo."

"Anytime."

After your conversation with Leo, you decide to start messing with Donnie a little bit. It starts off harmless, the first time you call him a tsundere, he reacts as expected, extremely confused (and flustered) because how the hell did you know that word?

He suspects its Leo's doing immediately, but you act clueless, skipping off like it was nothing.

Then you do it again, and again, and again. Now, tsundere has been added to the long list of nicknames you have for the soft-shell. It started off as an innocent joke, but honestly, it was very fitting. Besides, you liked the reaction Donnie had every time. You enjoyed catching him by surprise.

Like tonight, as you depart his lab to head home, you whisper into his ear as you kiss his cheek.

"Goodnight, tsundere." You smile when you hear his breath catch, satisfied with yourself as you turn away, light on your feet.

"Y/n, wait."

You look back to see where you left him, sitting in his chair but facing you.

"Yeah?"

"In the past sixty five days you've called me tsundere a total of twenty eight times."

You weren't expecting that. You cross your arms, interested to see where he was going with this. "Oh, so you've been keeping track?"

He blushes, dismissing your words. "That's not the point. The question is why? Why that word, out of all words? I know Leo taught it to you, so don't even try to deflect."

You think about how to answer, before you settle on the perfect response. You laugh to yourself, smiling.

"I mean, it makes sense right?" You approach him, noticing how he looks you up and down, swallowing. What, was Donnie actually feeling shy? "When I first met you, you were all grumpy and closed off."

You're inches away from him now, and just to show the purpose of your next sentence, you put a finger on his plastron, right over the area that covers his heart. "Who knew I would be the one to peel back those layers to reveal my sweet, lovely partner?"

You knew you had succeeded once Donnie's left a stuttering mess. You've only rendered him speechless a few times, but it never got old.

"If it really bothers you, I'll stop. Promise." You add with sincerity. You had a feeling it didn't, but just to make sure, you say it anyways.

"No." He rushes out immediately. "I-It's fine."

You smile fondly at him. "Good. Well, I should go now."

He nods, but not before he gently takes your wrist and pulls you down, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss.

For a moment he rests his forehead on yours. "I.... like the nickname. It's cute."

The two of you part, and you can't help but get in one last tease. "Guess you'll be hearing more of it then."

Donnie rolls his eyes, but his tone is dripping with affection as he turns back around in his chair. "Bye y/n."

"Bye Donnie." You're almost out the door before departing with "I love you."

You linger just long enough to hear him say "I love you too."

[susandsnell]

I LOVE YOUR POINTS ON THE EVER AFTER POST. YES YES YES.

Thank you so much friend! I am alas a person who forever has a lot of Fairy Tale And Folklore Thoughts™️ equally coupled with my feminist lens, and I find a lot of analysis tends to go into the black and white instead of accepting stories as reflections of cultural worldviews within the time/place from which they originate, for better and for worse, and that value can be gleaned as well as criticism can be made. Anyone who follows me knows I have a bee in my bonnet about the Let Women [in period pieces] Be Unapologetically Feminine brigade and their angry insistence that any feminist lens or challenging of the social mores of a period piece, classic, or otherwise historical work is anachronistic, and Actually We Loved Being Oppressed And Didn't Know To Complain And Nonconforming People Were Freaks and I do feel this way in my approach to fairy tales as well.

If you don't mind me getting a bit controversial, this is why the liberal feminist side of the backlash to Rachel Zegler's Snow White comments about her being afforded more agency and interiority than a film written nearly 100 years ago by white American men adapting a centuries-old fairy tale (the racist chuds were to be expected) was so disingenuous and disheartening. "why isn't it Empowering if a female character is kind and sweet and feminine despite her suffering and Lets Herself Be Rescued" do you hear yourself!!! that's what patriarchy still expects/demands of us!! While generic Girlbossing of fairy tales is annoying (and can have the subtext of victim blaming of the "why didn't you fight back" variety), it's not much better to be Ashamed Women Are So Simple and Actually The Men Were Right To Tell Us What To Do.

Perreault's (and to a lesser extent, Grimm's) Cinderella has a psychologically realistic response to abuse that a real person should never be shamed for, but likewise, she is a fictional figure meant to instruct (in the former case) upper class young ladies in pre-Revolutionary France that passivity is the peak of femininity, and it will be rewarded handsomely with a reprieve from mistreatment, as You Have Succeeded At Your Gender Role.

This isn't to say there isn't value in validating that Cinderella's response, but ideally there is just as much a place for Danielle punching her wicked stepsister in the face and pulling a sword on a libertine nobleman, as much space for Vasilisa the Beautiful to consort with Baba Yaga and (knowingly or unknowingly, it's unclear) burn her wicked stepfamily alive with witchfire and win her place in court through her talent at weaving, as there is for Branagh's Cinderella to, with quiet dignity, use forgiveness as a means to release the hold her abusers have on her to move forward to the happy life she's always deserved. Because even in the latter case, again a continuation of Perreault and Disney, the focus isn't on Cinderella's Moral Womanly Correctness, but on what's good for her, what helps Ella heal, and what a happily ever after looks like for Ella.

And that's the important thing - not whether or not Cinderella waves a sword or bows her head, but that the focus is on her interiority and agency, and not assigning a higher moral value to her response to abuse as The Correct Response, whatever such a response may be.

[anastasiareadsnwrites]

May I please request a student!reader x Lady Lesso where the student has an anxiety/panic attack 🥹 platonic please. Thank you ❤️ it would mean alot.

Just to Stop the World (Lady Lesso x reader PLATIONICLY)

Authors note: Thank you so much for requesting. If you didn't like it or something was wrong re-request and I'll see what I can do, Love. I will make masterlists for all those that are listed in the MAIN Masterlist. Sorry that this story is a little short maybe request another and I will for sure make it longer but I am not home as of the following week.

Summary: You have the right friends, right classes, magnificent teachers and yet you still feel the weight of all the pressure that your parents have left on you and it affects you dearly.

Warning(s): Reader has a panic attack, Lady Lesso is kind when it comes to you and very awkward when it comes to comforting but you don't mind.

The MAIN Masterlist

Just two more days until graduation. And you weren't ready for it. It was overbearing that you would live the legacy of your parents. If one word would describe them it would definitely be evil.

Just two more days of enduring the ugliness- or well you wouldn't call your room mates ugly. They were wonderful. But the thought of going back to what your parents called home.

Really, it was just an empty space or void in your heart were no one would pay attention to you. You craved for the attention from your parents but of course being the evil parents that they are, they never gave into your satisfaction.

Upon reasoning with them about schooling and other things about your future. They decided to put you in The School for Good and Evil. Which eventually let you realize that they had also came to this vary school you were stepping in. But, of course it would be dawning as everyone knew how close to succeeding with their "evil" plans and so forth.

Your parents were rather happy as you continued to go to school there. It wasn't a choice to even back out of their decision.

You stared off into the distance caught up in your daydreams or thoughts. A ruler or staff to be exact was slammed onto your wooden desk. "I find it that you were listening?"

"Yes, ma'am" You answered quickly. A little too quickly that the truth could be a lie.

" Well would be a delight and demonstrate your shape-shifting abilities?" The orange haired lady gave you an unsettling smile. You noticed the fake sweetness in her tone as she looked and talked to you.

With a slight nod and a quick smile you got up and focused on the animal that was drawn on the black chalkboard. That animal in question was a bird. Not just any bird, but one that Lady Lesso, your current teacher, admired and apparently favored.

But that bird being a crow, it was a sore topic due to your past with the animal. Your parents would also threaten you with those birds that circled your so called home and one night you disobeyed their rules.

That night you found yourself near to death as the black beaks peaked and peeled at your skin. The way the black feathers just consumed your vision of your parents as they let it happen.

You could just hear your parents manic laughter as you cried and pleaded for their forgiveness. Your chest tightened at the thought of your past experience with it. Your eyes shot opened as you thought of it more and more. Quickly you shot a glance at your teacher and rushed out of the room.

The walls were closing in, your lungs felt like they were collapsing in on your. With a whimper you rested against the wall outside of the classroom and continued to try to breath in and out. Informing yourself of your surroundings as you tried to regain your breathing.

A hand on your back made you jump and nearly made you go back into your panick state. Being away from home was one of the things you could've ever wanted but with things like this to happen was one of your dislikes.

You don't want to rely on others because they WEREN'T going to help you through your own difficult times as you would have something like this happen.

"I'm"

"I'm." You tried to talk as you took a deep wheezy inhale. "Don't speak child." Lady Lesso gave you a harsh glare that eventually softened as you nodded. The hand on your back felt awkward yet comforting as you started to move her hand in circles. "I will not ask what happened but you are safe here." She started as you looked at the interior of the rocky hallway.

Finally as you calmed down from your anxiety attack. You clung to the robes of the orange haired lady and broke into tears. "I'm sorry" You apologized. "I'm sorry I let you down." You sniffled and gave out a rather large sob.

Surprised she looked at you and tried to look someone where else to find to stare at as she patted your back awkwardly and it was rather comforting to know that someone so cruel could be this comforting. You were never comforted by your parents like this.

They weren't as affectionate as you thought they would be. But this was a start at another relationship you hope to have with your parents. Something that will give you validation. Something to give you hope that someone out there will love you just like this.

A warm hug was definitely needed and Lady Lesso gave you just that as she wrapped her arms around you.

This was nice.

[breathingxspace]

This may be the series end, but it’s also the /season/ end...

This may be the series end, but it’s also the /season/ end, and while I don’t have words big or expressive enough to talk about the whole show, I /do/ have words for the writers/editors who made this season happen.

So. A thread about the people behind S4

S4 was weird both b/c we came in with so much existing world/lore/etc & also b/c we knew it was the last, so wanted to get EVERYTHING on screen, b/c it was the last chance.

That put a /lot/ on the writers, in a bunch of ways. But damn did they deliver.

Ep1 was mine, but I'm going to yell about Erik at the end, so for the time being, I just want to say thanks to Thomas for letting me play with some of his toys. Putting the two couples together for a heist was a joy.

Jordan took on one of the most ambitious challenges of S4. His pitch was excellent, but too big to fit in 1 ep. I came to him late in the game & asked how he felt about writing A Miniseries, & for some unknown reason he was willing to do it for us, & I'm so glad.

The Spaces In Between isn't a story for me, which is why I'm so glad it's part of this season. B/c it IS a story for a lot of other people, & more than a few have told me how much it meant to them. Jordan did /so much/ work, & made something beautiful. Thank you.

Mel-- adf;l/;adfsladfs;l My adoration of Cee & Molly knows no bounds, & this storyyyyyyy. This was one that had to carry a lot- get all the necessary info from backstory across while still being stand alone, & it NAILED that. & is funny, & sweet, &....

if I remember correctly, I came to Mel & @interiority w/ a suggestion they do a little collaborative creation b/c one of Interiority's pitches had strong overlap with Mels, & seemed like they'd work well together. They humored me, & made a work of art.

SJ & Kasha Mika need to get yelled about in concert. THESE two eps were /logistically/ complicated on top of narratively. They independently pitched a jail break out & break in & once again humored me in attempting to connect them. & obviously succeeded.

I love that the stories on their own are so distinct. It's NOT just telling 2 povs of the same narrative. Gospel & This Thing are their own stories, they just run parallel & overlap. But each story is richer & fuller for the other existing.

Last season, SJ made my month by wanting to play in the Terminal Station sandbox. This time, Jack did by wanting to write about Diatoma, which is one of my pet setting elements.

Something I love about these eps is how firmly in-genre they both are.

This Thing is a mob story, done to perfection. Gospel is a Western, & knows it.

Watching the two of them puzzle out where & how the stories met, & split, what you would hear in one vs the other, what could be left out or implied... it was excellent /technical/ work.

Scott 's Fable of the Family was similarly ambitions structurally, on top of narratively. It would have been easy for the series to get confusing, w/ the shifting time periods, but between writing & editing it's instead this gorgeous, sweeping saga.

The Peregrination stories are also ones that are not generally for me, but I got very invested in more than a few of the FoF ones. & again, the /mechanics/ of telling 3 stories in 3 times concurrently are fascinating, & excellently done.

Kale wrote what might be the most powerful ep in S4 to me. The characters & their struggles are intensely, almost brutally real & the sheer /weight/ of what it means to exist... The episode tackles really rough shit that's often overlooked (deliberately or not)

and it does that while still having a sense of humor. Almost all of our eps give me Emotions, but this one especially hit hard. I think it covers a slice of human experience we hadn't yet, & I'm very glad they wrote it, & it's part of the show.

Hang on for Chasing a Ghost yelling, going to do that at the end too.

Interiority has what might be my favorite brand of humor of all the BSFF writers, & There's a Design is no exception. He pitched a few eps (& I think I might have encouraged them all to get written in one way or another? Can't remember) but this one was, to me, the funniest

Except, see, he's not content making something that's /just/ funny. At its heart, this ep is... sad? sweet? deeply resonant with human nature? I don't know. I do know that Interiority can blend dry humor, over-the-top humor, empathy, & hope all into the same scene. It rules.

Again skipping my ep, but I do want to thank Daisy for her portrayal of Clarity. You Can Hear the Whistle Blow is. A very personal story. For me. So much so I had serious second thoughts about making it & I struggle to re-listen. Thank you for being gentle with her.

I could yell about Amy pretty much all day. She is one of the kindest, most enthusiastic, most /observantly/ encouraging people I've had the joy of working with. But this is about eps, so, we'll do that instead.

Blue Noon is the PERFECT final ep for BSFF.

Reading it, I knew it would need to be either the 1st or the last ep, & will not lie, I felt really bad making it the last. It was /so good/ I didn't want to make the audience (or the cast!) wait to release it. But I'm glad I did, b/c it's the ideal end note.

Going out with a Western, pistols-at-dawn narrative that's ALSO a heist and ALSO a gay panic love story? Yes. Yes, please. I am /really/ looking forward to more Amy content in this setting, and others. : )

CHASING A GHOST. James just. Keymash forever. This and Delta Vee Dining remain my favorite content of the show. CaG is /exactly/ what it should be. It's the best of public radio, delightful characters, excellent writing, and THE MUSIC.

I am in awe of composers, lyricists, & arrangers, & there's so much beautiful work in the miniseries. I just...

Honestly, this is one I've yelled about so much I am kind of out of new and excited things to say. So I'll leave it at thank you /so much/

To the editors (Aaron, Kale, Scott, Amy, Erik, Jordan, Maddie, & Sam) are our not-nearly-shouted-about-enough heroes, but I especially want to thank Sam for handling MANY eps AND finale stuff on top of his busy life. You're wonderful.

And again, we come back to Erik I love you so much, & everything I get to make with you is a delight and a joy. Your raw /skill/ as a sound designer & editor is just astounding, but lately I've gotten to see your experimental creativity, & it /rules./

Quite frequently lately you've messaged me with basically "I'm trying a thing, what do you think?" & it's inevitably something interesting, technologically complex, & cool as hell. I love watching you grow into the /art/ element of sound design as an artist. Thank you. Always.

Alright. I have now spent over an hour drafting this (on Oct 17, so I don't have to try to do it day of release when I am In My Emotions) and while there's absolutely more to be said, this thread is very long.

Thank you, S4 people-- actors, editors, writers, fans.

🚀💖🧈

-ash

[gimme-noodles-please]

🇵🇸!!

If you still take requests from For All Time, could I ask for a modern world Cael kiss?

Thank you. Drink water and take care.

idk what to put for title

cael x gn! reader

wc: 800+

content: reader is MC in the game

✨lars route spoiler warning!✨

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Cael trudged through the snow on his horse with a few rebels keeping a respectable distance away from him. Thankfully today the snowfall was rather light, however as we all know, it would not be in a few days time. The Silver Knight waves a hand at his lackeys, signaling them to stand down as a familiar looking mage on a horse approaches them. The mage got off her horse, stopping in front of him while he too did, carrying a drowsy looking young girl. “As you have requested, Silver Knight.” The mage nods, pushing the girl towards the silver haired man, not caring if she was being too rough. “Please give us some privacy.” Was all he said, clutching onto the shorter girl’s arm. The rebels nodded and returned back to their respective routes.

At last, Cael was finally alone with you. “W-what is the meaning of all these?” You hear yourself say, your voice sounding a little croaky for being unconscious for so long. He cracked a slight smile, as if trying to reassure you. This will be the last time he will try. After all, time and time again he has attempted to bring you back to your original world, only to end up having time looping again. Was this the work of destiny? But he made a promise; he will keep you safe, let you grow up as a normal girl amongst others, away from all the mess he is involved in; it is his duty after all. Just one last try, was what he told himself. He had researched ways to counter this and foolishly stumbled across some fairytales you had read when you were much younger, always involving the story being resolved by a simple true love’s kiss. Maybe it could be the key to succeeding this time? It does not hurt to try.

He flashed a warm gaze at you, almost parental, one that you know too well from years of growing up under his care. “Y/n, listen to me. Once you get back, forget about everything that has happened here. It is for your own good.” Of course you weren’t dumb, his sweet sounding words did not convince you as you struggled in his hold. “No! Cael, I have to help them. I can’t just let innocent people die!” His hand tightened around your wrist in warning to shut up, making you wince in pain. You have never once seen him like this, a complete contrast to the gentle guardian you’ve always known. It scared you a little but you knew he would never harm you. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled under his breath, barely heard. The next action he did was so fast you had barely any time to react as he pulled you into a kiss. Hurriedly pressing his lips against yours while keeping an arm around you to pull you closer to him, as well as to keep you from running away.

Before you could recover from your surprise, he has managed to teleport you back to your own world…

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You slowly opened your eyes, finding yourself facing the all too familiar ceiling. What happened? Why does your head hurt so much? All you could remember was the competition and subsequently passing out after running onto the stage… then what happens next? A light knock resounds from the door before it is gently pushed open, a soft creak echoing throughout the quiet room. “I made you some tea. Maybe it could make you feel a little better.” Cael gently said as he sets down the cup onto your nightstand as he sits down next to your bed. You push yourself up to sit upright, biting your bottom lip. Something was wrong, but what? You can’t help but feel something bugging at you, like you are forgetting something very important. Cael seems to have noticed your worried expression and takes your hands in his. “Y/n, are you feeling alright?” You kept your eye line down, not daring to make any contact with him. Why? Why are you suddenly feeling so uncomfortable with him? These strange feelings that were surfacing were confusing you. “Look at me, darling.” His, surprisingly, cold hand cupped your cheek to direct your gaze towards him. “I am here. I will always be here for you when you need me, okay?” All you could do was nod, still unable to rid that horrible feeling inside of you.

“May I?” He asked, his voice becoming softer than before as his thumb carefully brushed against your bottom lip. You slowly nodded and that was all the consent he needed before his lips connected with yours. The kiss was soft and gentle, slow and loving, just like the Cael you had always known.

Cael had no idea why he took the initiative to do this, perhaps it is his way of making it up to you even though you can’t remember it, he was far too rough for his first kiss with you.

But alas, the world around Cael warps again, making him groan inwardly. His plan has failed once again

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a/n: i honestly dk what to write for this so JDKSJW

[ghost-in-the-hall]

Kinktober Day 3: Primal Play (Falk Maria Schlegel x Fem! Reader SMUT)

Welcome to Day 3 of Kinktober! Oh boy, am I nervous about tonight! I've been wanting to write this fic for a long time and I finally bit the bullet and did it! I hope you all like it, thank you so much for reading and your continuous support it means the world to me truly 🖤

WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+ CONTENT, primal play, established relationship, chasing through the woods, biting, clawing, rough sex, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, clothes ripping, Fem! Reader, AFAB! Reader, cursing, aftercare, I think that's everything let me know if I missed any!

My Masterlist! ~ A03 Link!

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You struggled to keep yourself quiet as you searched desperately for a place to hide, your labored breathing would be a dead give away once he caught up to you. Your eyes darted in the direction of a snapping branch, the sound coming from a much closer distance than you would have liked. You struggled to control your pounding heart as you tried to get a grasp on your surroundings. "Sweet Hase." You couldn't tell exactly where his voice was coming from, the echo that rang through the woods making it seem as if you were surrounded. "Surely you don't think you can outrun me." You could hear him approaching. His steps were slow, deliberate. Despite the fact that he couldn't possibly have spotted you he knew he had cornered you for the time being, he was toying with you. You crouched down, hoping the few extra seconds of concealing your presence would be enough for you to formulate some type of plan. The way you saw it you had two options; bury yourself amongst the brush and hope he wouldn't find you, or make a break for the Abbey and pray that you had enough of a lead on him to make it back before he caught up. You knew the former had a very slim chance of succeeding, once he got close enough you were positive Falk would be able to smell the fear radiating off of you. Your only option was to run. You glanced up at the sky, the bright moon hanging high above your head as you tried to distinguish which direction you needed to run in. "Found you." His voice rose like a growl from his throat, your head snapped in his direction. You bolted off into the night; branches whipping your face, roots trying to entangle your ankles with every foot fall. You could hear Falk rapidly approaching behind you. He was having a much easier time making a direct path to intercept your weaving trail. You spared a glance backwards, watching him vault himself over a fallen log with ease. You had to lose him. You took a sharp left as the remnant of a path came into view, running straight for as long as the forest floor would allow you to. You ducked behind a tree as the sound of him chasing after you had dissipated, your chest heaved as you struggled to catch your breath. You closed your eyes, trying to listen to the sounds around you, hoping you could pinpoint exactly where he was. You dared to look around the tree you had shielded yourself with. You couldn't see him but you could still feel eyes on you. Through the trees you could see the warm lights of the Abbey in the distance, you were almost safe. You roughly wiped your arm across your forehead, sweat beading on your skin in the humid summer night. Believing the coast to be clear you began running again. "There you are!" You hear him exclaim as a twig snaps under your foot. He tore through the brush, you couldn't stop the shrill shriek that forced itself from your throat as you scrambled to keep ahead of him. The Abbey was in view, you just had to keep running. Your legs struggled to continue carrying you forward, trembling in both fear and pure exhaustion.

"Fuck!" You curse loudly as a sharp branch catches your leg, a sharp sting running down your thigh as it tore your pants. You bursted into the clearing, nearly bursting into tears as you saw the safety of the Abbey. Falk burst from the treeline mere seconds after you, skidding to a halt as he hungrily searched for you. You had paused for the briefest of moments, the second his dark gaze landed on you he broke out in a wide, sharp smile. He took a few slow steps towards you, you were trying to force your body to move. You let out a pathetic whine at the sight of him, not bothering to rush things as he figured you had no strength left to spare.

"What's the matter Hase?" Is my little bunny trapped?" He chuckles. You looked at the Abbey again, you were so close. You forced yourself to move, knowing it wouldn't be enough. The pure adrenaline coursing through your veins is the only energy that remains in you. You just had to keep running. If he got his hands on you there would be no fighting him off. You yelped as your foot got caught under a root, sending you slamming to the ground. You tried to scramble to your feet, a burst of air filling your lungs as you pushed yourself with everything you had left in you. Falk seemed to move incomprehensibly fast. The moment you stood he was on top of you. His arms wrapped tightly around your body as he tackled you to the ground, both of you landing with a loud thud. His breath was hot against your ear as he crushed you beneath his full weight. You squirm underneath him, try to push him off you, try to lift your body, anything to get away. But it didn't work. You shuddered as his teeth grazed the skin of your neck. "What a shame, guess you weren't fast enough." You could hear the fake pout he was putting on in the tone of his voice. You clawed at the dirt, not giving up your fight despite the fact both of you knew you stood no chance. His fingers slipped into your hair, tugging harshly at the strands to lift your face from the ground. "Still have some fight left in you, hm?" He purrs. You gasp as he pushes his hips into you, his massive bulge rubbing over the curve of your ass. "You won't have the strength when I'm finished with you, Hase." He drops your hair, shifting so he could straddle your lower back and keep you pinned under his weight. He unzipped his sweatshirt, haphazardly discarding it in his rush to claim you. The sweat gleamed off of his pale skin under the light of the moon, his hair sticking to his forehead as he dragged a tired hand down his face with a groan. You were a reward well worth the effort. "You poor thing, your legs probably wouldn't let you run anymore if you tried." You whimpered as he slowly slid a hand up the inside of your thigh. You attempted to throw your hips up to throw him off you, an action that earned a sharp slap to your ass as his knees prodded into your sides. You whined at the sting that coursed across your skin, Falk chuckles at your helpless state.

The dew that sparkled across the grass soaked into your shirt as he laid himself across your back once more. His hand slides around your throat, squeezing with just enough pressure to give you a dizzying head rush. You whimper softly as his free hand slips under your torso, groping at your clothed chest with a growl. "Now this won't do at all, will it?" His hands grab at the collar of your shirt, tearing it down the middle with one loud rip. You gasp as his fingers graze your nipple, now covered by only the thin lace of your bra. Your soft sounds only excited him more, he ruts into you from behind, his long fingers trailing down your body. "Such a beautiful little Hase, all for me to ruin." His voice was sickly sweet, the vague threat causing you to squirm. His arm grabs your waist, hoisting your hips up so you are on your knees, a hand between your shoulder blades keeping your upper half pinned to the ground. He grabs the waistband of your pants, ripping them off your legs and discarding the torn fabric. You shivered as he completely exposed you. He ran his fingers over your slick entrance, you keened under his touch. "You're so wet bunny." He chuckles. He quietly hushes you as he slips his fingers inside you, your loud desperate cry echoing through the empty field. He takes his time working you over with his fingers, teasing at your clit as he stretches you in preparation to take all of him. You squirmed under his touch, wincing slightly as rocks below you dug into your skin. You gritted your teeth, digging your fingers into the earth as you tried to pull yourself away from him. Falk growls, hands grabbing tightly onto your hips as he flips you over onto your back. His fingers slam back into you, thumb assaulting your clit causing you to scream his name. "You are mine, do I make myself clear?" You couldn't think straight enough to answer him, needy moans and whimpers falling from your lips like a prayer. He grabs your face roughly in his hand, forcing your eyes to meet his. "Answer me bunny." His normally bright eyes were clouded with lust as he beheld the sight before him. "Who do you belong to?"

"You." You whimper weakly, barely able to form the words in your pleasure drunk state.

"You, what? Come on Hase, use your words." He coos at you, absolutely adoring the fact he could make your brain melt with just his fingers.

"You, Father." You pant out the words he was searching for. He hurriedly unzipped his pants, shoving them down just enough to free his massive erection. He lined himself up with your entrance, pushing himself into you at an agonizingly slow pace. He smirked as he watched you try to control yourself, you bit hard into your bottom lip to try and quiet your sinful sounds as your back arches off the ground, feeling every inch of his thick length stretch your walls. He groans as your warmth surrounds him, his head dropping into the crook of your neck. He bites your skin harshly causing you to yell, no doubt leaving teeth marks behind.

"All mine, my sweet Maus." There was an unmistakable shift in his tone as he fucked into you slowly. He grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head as he grinds his hips against you. He manages to somehow push himself even deeper inside of you. You moan loudly, your legs trembling as they weakly clamped around him. Falk curses, large hands wrapping around the back of your thighs, pushing your knees to your chest. "Fuck, I'm going to fill you up so good Hase." He growls, his thrusts becoming faster and more forceful. He moans, squeezing your flesh between his fingers. "You feel so fucking good Maus." The intimidating aura he had while chasing you was slowly being replaced with his growing need. You screamed as every single one of his thrusts caused his massive erection to slam against the deepest parts of you. Tears streamed down your cheeks as nothing but pure pleasure courses through you, his merciless pace had you seeing stars. Falk rests a warm hand on the side of your face, wiping away some of the tears from your eyes with his thumb. "My beautiful girl. Fuck, you feel so good." His thrusts were becoming sloppy as he chased his climax. He wraps his strong arms around your legs, holding you in place as he repeatedly slammed into you. You screamed as your orgasm ripped through you, Falk's relentless thrusts giving your orgasm no time to build before he tipped you completely over the edge.

You sobbed out his name, desperately clinging to him as you fought to remain conscious. Falk growled, biting and sucking harshly at your skin, leaving dark marks in his wake. It was a declaration; you were his. Mind, body, and soul you belonged to him, and you wouldn't have it any other way. His breathing was ragged, his whole body soaked in sweat. From his position towering above you droplets fell from him and splattered across your bare chest. You whimpered, looking up at him with tear filled eyes. He groaned, his hips stuttering as you felt his hot seed pour into you. His pace slowed, soft moans falling from your lips with every snap of his hips as he fucked his climax as deep inside you as he could. You winced slightly as he pulled out, the sudden emptiness paired with the slight sting from your abused cunt causing you to whimper. The two of you sat in silence for a moment, the only sound coming from your heaving breaths and the crickets chirping in the still night air. He gently took hold of your legs, attempting to help you fully lay down in the grass. You yelped at the feeling of his fingers bumping into where you had been grazed by a branch earlier. His tired expression was quickly replaced with one of concern as he examined you. "I caught myself on a bush, it's just a bit sore." You admit, your voice hoarse as it crackled from your throat.

Seeing that there wasn't much damage besides a thin scratch he allowed himself to relax. He carefully pushed some of the hair that was stuck to your forehead out of your face. Falk's warm brown eyes had returned again, looking down at you lovingly as he helped you get settled. "I wasn't too rough with you, was I?" He asks softly. You could tell how worried he was that he accidentally took things too far.

You shook your head, "I actually had a lot of fun." A weak giggle escapes you, your head lulling to the side to look at him. You reach out and take his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I promise I'm alright honey, just a bit tired." He offers you a soft smile.

"Let's get you inside and cleaned up, hm?" He brings your knuckles to his lips before standing. He turns away from you, almost seeming embarrassed as he readjusted his pants. He finds the sweatshirt he tossed before kneeling next to you where you were still laying on the ground. He places an arm behind your back, carefully helping you into a seated position. "I kind of… destroyed your clothes." He chuckles bashfully.

"It's alright." You lean in and kiss his cheek. He helps you into his sweatshirt, zipping it up for you. You sighed as the warm, soft material blanketed your body, burying your nose into the fabric that smelled like Falk, that smelled like home. He cradles you in his arms, being as gentle with you as possible as he carries your half naked form back into the Abbey. Everyone would be asleep at such a late hour, the two of you trying to keep your voices down during your hushed conversations and flustered giggles. He sets you on the bathroom counter as he draws the two of you a bath, carefully undressing you before taking your hand and guiding you towards the steaming water. You groaned as you sank down into it, your muscles utterly spent from your activities this evening. Falk slips in behind you, allowing you to nestle yourself against his chest. He wets your hair, taking extra precautions to ensure he didn't get any water in your face. He traces his fingers over the dark bruises and bite marks that littered your body, a soft smile spreading across his lips. You tilt your head back to look at him, he places a kiss to your forehead.

"I love you so much." You whisper. He traces a finger along your jaw.

"I love you too Maus." He grins down at you before placing a kiss to your lips.

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[little-peril-stories]

Hi, Kate! I have a TQOL/TPOT back-to-school ask for you today! We know Will was far from the best student, but we also know there are many different types of intelligence (visual, spatial, logical, interpersonal, etc.) So which one would be Will's? And going off that, what would be Breanna/Bree's? How do they complement each other? (Bonus question: Is there anything Will actually enjoyed about school? Other than leaving? 😅)

You are so sweet it hurts. 💕 How'd you manage to time this ask to arrive in my inbox on my first full day of classes with all my students?! Thank you so much for sending this!!

Also, what a lovely question! I will be talking about multiple intelligences with my one class probably next week. 😂 I'm using Howard Gardner's theory to answer. :) tl;dr above the read more, rambling below.

Will - bodily-kinesthetic, naturalistic, interpersonal

*Bree/Breanna - linguistic-verbal, intrapersonal, *bodily-kinesthetic

Where do Will's strengths lie? Probably largely in the bodily-kinesthetic area. I suspect he, especially as a kid, was maybe a bit clumsy, but that probably had more to do with being reckless rather than actual clumsiness. I think he would also score high in naturalistic intelligence. He's a pretty outdoorsy guy and it kills him to be locked up inside all the time. 😭 I would also (bear with me, it sounds crazy because he can be such a pain in the ass) that he is actually relatively high in interpersonal intelligence, but he just doesn't use it the right way. He's great at reading people, but instead of using it to, idk, help them like a counsellor or teacher would, he (sometimes….often….) uses it to piss them off.

And Bree/Breanna! She scores well in linguistic-verbal intelligence, although she clearly prefers the written word (I'm thinking of Bree's letter, Breanna's interest in joining the literary society) to the spoken one (WHAT DO YOU MEAN I HAVE TO TALK TO THIS GUY AFTER A YEAR FUCK THAT I'M RUNNING IN THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION). I'm giving her some points for intrapersonal intelligence, since Bree is usually pretty in touch with her feelings - whether she acknowledges or acts upon them, though, is another story. And, for Bree C. particularly, I think we can argue that there's some bodily-kinesthetic intelligence there (I'm thinking of her becoming so proficient at pickpocketing, etc. in such a short time), although perhaps not to the extent of Will's. I also think she would score okay in interpersonal intelligence, if not extremely high.

How do they complement one another? Other than a lifetime of her teaching him words he doesn't understand? 😅 Okay, I'm kidding...sort of. I really do love the idea of (...when life has calmed down and they can just live and be and enjoy being together) the two of them constantly learning from each other. (gross I'm such a teacher lol.) She teaches him a word; he knows all the best spots to go for a walk to hear the birds and feel the breeze. He can teach her all the IA tricks he's got up his sleeve, and over time, at least with her, he becomes better at recognizing his emotions, too.

I absolutely have this very silly moment living in my brain with him and Breanna H., where they're just outside somewhere and he shows her how to get a bird to eat out of her hand or something, a thing she's never done before, and it's just so goofy and cute and pointless and it so doesn't fit anywhere but it lives in my noggin regardless. 💕

In school, Will enjoyed: the walk there and back, lunch and recess, and finding creative ways to piss off the schoolmaster/schoolmarm. I actually love the idea of Little Will having a teacher he legitimately liked at some point in his life who was so determined to get him to do well and to actually try and care about his learning... Whether or not they succeeded, well, idk, you decide.

Oh! One of the resources I read about 1800s schooling mentioned the pupils doing jobs in the schoolhouse. Will hates chores, cleaning, etc., but one of the job was bringing in firewood. He probably didn't mind that one. 😅 It gets you outside for a bit and bonus if you can find a bug to sneak onto someone's desk...

[acacia-may]

You remind me of Mitsuri because you’re friendly, creative, and positive like her. I think your pfp has also led me to associate you with Shinobu but you’re not as scathing as she can be (which is a good thing. Shinobu can be intimidating!). You also make me think of Lucy with the love of friendship and writing passion. You’ve got this quiet and caring air to you that makes me think of Parfait from the visual novel Cinderella Phenomenon; I know you have some next gen ocs too and it kind of reminds me of Parfait’s motherly nature.

Aww thank you so much, Anon! This is so sweet and has made my whole day!! 💕It really means a lot to hear that I remind you of so many incredible fictional characters. I'm honestly extremely flattered and am probably blushing a little right now.

Aww...I'm so flattered to be compared to Lucy. She is absolutely lovely, and I definitely related to her love of friendship and writing though I think she is probably a lot cooler than me. 😂 I've not played Cinderella Phenomenon but based on what I've read about Parfait and what you've said about her, I take this as a great compliment. I try to be caring and motherly, so this is very flattering. Also, one of the lines on her character page on the wiki read, "despite her being in a weakened state, she is still quite a powerful fairy" and, though I'm not sure how accurate that is, I really needed that today, Anon, so thank you. 💖

As for the Demon Slayer characters, I love Mitsuri very much and really admire her as a character, though I've never felt we had that much in common. That said, I try to be friendly and positive like she is (and it's usually much easier to be like that on my blog) so it's encouraging to hear that I've succeeded in that. Those more friendly and upbeat traits are traits I try to have, but they don't always come naturally or easily to me so, I think I relate to Shinobu more in that way. I think we're both the type who are by nature a little more pessimistic and practical, but we try to show a more bubbly, upbeat side of ourselves to the world and put on a brave face even when things are difficult. I chose her as my pfp because while she is infinitely more incredible than how I view myself, I do think we have some similarities and I do relate to her especially in her independence, strong sense of justice, intensity and resilience just to name a few things. We also have similar senses of humor--we're both kind of snarky and sarcastic and tease to show affection. And I think my friends and family would attest that I can be a bit of tsun like she is, but even if it isn't always easy to express, I think we both care deeply and are very loyal, especially to our sisters. My little sisters actually remind me of a lot of Kanao and Aoi so I really connected to Shinobu's relationship with them and wanting to protect and take care of them. 🦋

To be honest, it's a little funny to me that you mention her because I've heard from my friends (irl) that I remind them of her. One of my best friends actually gave me a keychain of Shinobu's katana when he finished Demon Slayer for this reason. It's on my car keys...

I like to (try to) keep things a lot more bubbly and positive on the internet than in real life, I think, (though I promise I try to be a nice person everywhere 😅). I really think of my writing and my blog as an outlet for my (secret) softer, fluffier side, but in real life I have a reputation in my friend group as the cynical, practical friend. (I can't imagine what my irl friends would think of my blog or my fanfictions if they found them. Honestly, they'd probably be shocked 😅😂). But it's nice to know that I'm still me all the way across the board so thank you for that and such an amazing compliment! Also, I'm really glad you don't think I'm as scathing as her or intimidating. (In the interest of full candor, I have been told I'm intimidating before (irl), but that was several years ago when I used to be a real ice queen, so I can only hope I'm more approachable now).

Thank you so much for such kind words and encouragement, Anon, and for playing my game! I don't know what I've done to deserve such high praise, but I am so grateful, humbled, and very flattered to know that you think so highly and so positively of me. I really can't thank you enough! Cheers!! 💖

Part of the "what character(s) do I remind you of" game

[sepublic]

Knowing Terra was always like that, as a brutal and cruel person who leaps at the thought of hurting kids... It’s no wonder then that she’s implied to be an OG supporter of Belos, given Terra’s age, position as a Coven Head even back then, and the implied trust the Emperor bestows upon her; Terra’s clearly had influence in turning the coven into a more cutthroat and competitive environment.

And it makes so much sense! We see how the isles used to be more chill and kind, how the covenscouts were still normal people who bring up child endangerment as being illegal and wave to non-covenscouts in public. We hear of how the previous Golden Guard was someone who prized individuality and connections, passing those values to Darius for him to then judge Hunter by.

So when you contrast that with the vicious nature of Terra... It’s only natural that she saw this more peaceful society, didn’t like it; And when this white colonizer shows up and announces his plans to ‘change’ things for the worse, she leaps at the opportunity! Terra devotes herself to that, because as an OG, she knows what Belos is really about and that’s the thing she wants. They both wanted the isles to be a harsher place, and Terra was so enamored by this man who offered this ideal change that she was loyal from the beginning, dedicated herself to making their unpopular opinion the status quo and norm this time. And unfortunately, they’ve succeeded quite a bit...!

(I guess they really are a match made in Hell. Or rather, HECK.)

It also just adds a whole new meaning to this scene;

“I make the rules, sweet pea.”

This was a lady who was rightfully the outcast for her thorny cruelty; But after years of society telling her she’s wrong for that, Terra can now revel in having the power to set the norms. To change society to her liking, as she sees fit, no thanks to Belos! This is HER world now, her rules, and she finally gets to impose that after having to play ‘nice’ for so long, she’s oozing smug vindication here as she rubs her victory in Bump’s face.

Terra must’ve been a power-hungry monster even as a teenager, I wouldn’t be surprised if she was a sadist who hurt animals or something; Like Philip, she was always messed up and treated living things, upgrading to actual people, as toys to play with and use. I always felt that we needed to be suspicious of the oldest Coven Heads due to their implied loyalty, and I was right about Terra in particular it seems...! Makes me wonder what the Construction and Oracle Heads are like, as well as Scooter Crane.

[captains-simp]

Hi bestieeee, congratulations on 1K!!! I have a request for you!! Mommy!Nat or Dark!Nat blackmailing R into sex or else R would be fired?? Thank you

I wonder who this request is from?🤔

2.8k words

Warnings: dub-con (bordering on non-con), coercion, blackmail, unhealthy power dynamic, oral sex (giving), praise, strap on sex and cum filled strap on

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You knew Natasha was coming before you saw her; before you even heard the chilling sound of her heels against the polished floors of the 46th level. You knew because you saw it in your coworkers eyes. You saw the way they cowered behind their desks and averted their eyes or made a swift exit from the area entirely. You knew because that was just how it worked at Romanoff Industries.

You were lucky enough to have your own office. Well, that should have made you lucky in avoiding Natasha's piercing gaze but it did not. Most of the time she stalked down the area outside your office she came straight to you and even if it wasn't her destination she would be sure to look in as she went by.

That was one of your less fortunate days, she was coming to see you and it wasn't to deliver a compliment about your hard work. Your boss let herself into your office without knocking and strolled over to your desk, her hips swaying in the mesmerising way they always did in those incredibly tight skirts.

"What happened to that report that was meant to be sent to me hours ago?" She demanded as she stood in front of your desk.

"Apparently someone picked up on some faults of the latest design so we can't do anything right now." You tried to explain but Natasha never did like excuses. "I don't know when it will be fixed." You continued.

"And you didn't think to tell me this?" Natasha glared.

"I thought someone would have told you." You were right, a lot of someone's had told the redhead, but apparently she needed to hear it from you too. "It's not my job to." You couldn't help but add. You knew Natasha hated when people pointed out things she didn't want to hear, more so when they did so confidently. You were one of the few who managed it, maybe that was why Natasha seemed to have it out for you. It was just a compulsion to you, to one up your boss. Even if it rarely succeeded.

You had always had mixed feelings about Natasha. Sometimes you thought when she went home at night she venturer into some cave that led to the pits of hell where she returned to her rightful throne. Other times that tough and stubborn show she put on was nothing short of admirable. There was no doubt it was what got her her success and therefore gave you a job. It was just hard to deal with when it was aimed at you individually, or what you could argue felt like personally.

"Don't give me that." She snapped. You were aware of all the eyes of your coworkers looking in on the pair of you and hanging on every word that was exchanged.

"You know full fucking well if something you're doing is going to be delayed you tell me." She was leaning both hands on your desk and leaning over to get closer to you. With such a short distance between you you had no choice but to stare back into her forest green eyes, like hell you were going to look away and back down.

"You can write that fucking report anyway. I want it on my desk today." Today? There was no way you could get that done in office hours, you would have to be working long past when you were meant to usually go home. "And when the design has been fixed you can write another one on it." She was testing you, willing you to say something you would regret. You weren't going to fall into her trap.

"Okay." You said, holding her gaze.

She didn't say anything else. Natasha stood there for another few seconds to watch you, waiting for something, anything. Then she stood back up straight and headed towards the door that she slammed closed behind her and marched back to her own luxury office.

That could have been an email.

*

It was approaching midnight when you finished the report. You were about to email it to Natasha when you remembered she wanted it in paper form so you begrudgingly sent it off to the printer.

It was a waste of paper you thought as you trudged over to the elevator that quickly arrived as there was no one else in the building. You figured Natasha just wanted to be that extra bit difficult. Well, you knew that was what she was trying to do.

You had worked with Natasha for longer than most, you knew her. Or rather, you knew the front she painted. You knew what annoyed her, what she wanted, what she thought of certain people and you could predict how she would conduct business down to the exact price tag of a product. But you didn't know her personally, sometimes you wondered if there was anyone who did.

You knocked on your bosses door and waited until she called for you to come in. You planned to simply walk in, put the paper on her desk and walk out to go home but once you were several steps past the door Natasha called for you to close it.

She didn't look up at you as you trudged across the ridiculously big office and put the papers down. It was only when you turned around that she spoke again.

"Stay." Was all said. You bite back a comment about not being a dog.

You turned back around and expected some speech and your attitude earlier but continued making notes on a design plan like you weren't even in the room. A few minutes of you fidgeting on your feet and looking around the office for anything interesting, Natasha picked up your report and leaned back in her chair to read it. She showed no signs that you had done a good or bad job with the report.

Finally, she put the paper down on her desk and went back to the plans. "Close the door behind you." Was all she said. You clenched your jaw and rolled your eyes once turned around to finally leave and go home.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, y/n."

*

Turns out it wasn't as simple as writing two reports. Design after design failed. First there was a slight issue with the batteries, then the shape, then it somehow became a liability. You mentioned all these faults in your reports, as you legally had to, but it became tedious very quickly. You always hated paperwork. It was meant to be such a small part of your job. You could only hope the sudden increase was temporary, especially as it wasn't exactly one of your strengths.

You continued to work over time and met Natasha late at night, always having to wait until she finished reading till you could leave. You thought you had to be doing at least a good job with them for your boss to never say anything, because she was always ready to point out small errors. That was until one particular night.

"These reports are getting worse." Natasha scolded. The comment made your blood boil. They were certainly not getting worse, maybe the designs were but you knew it was no fault of yours.

"The designs don't work." You fired back and crossed your arms. You had been worked tirelessly on those reports and they only stated the facts.

"Do you even care about your job, y/n?" Natasha asked seriously, angering you more.

"I've sacrificed more than I ever thought I could for a job for this company."

"You're on thin fucking ice, l/n. With the way things are going I'd be in a right mind to fire you." ...what the fuck?!

"What?" It came out as more of a whisper. After everything that you had done for the company and the years you had spent there, Natasha wouldn't really fire you, would she?

"Unless you're willing to make up for it all." She said seriously with something unmistakably dark in her tone.

"I don't more extra hours than anyone here." You said, not knowing what else she could mean.

"Not more than me, something takes quite the toll. I can hardly fit the time in to distress anymore. That's where you come in." Natasha explained as she stood up from her chair and sauntered around to the other side of the desk, the sound of her heels clicking echoing around the room.

There was a long moment of silence when Natasha left barely any space between you. You searched her eyes for any hint of what she was referring to but inevitably found nothing. Until she suddenly pushed you down onto your knees in front of her.

"Show me what other skills you have and maybe I'll consider letting you stay." She smirked down at you and ran the back of her hand across your cheek before cupping your jaw. "Entirely your call."

"Natasha this is crazy." You tried to reason but it was hard to ignore the faint throbbing you felt from being on your knees for her. "I could tell someone." For the first time ever, you heard her laugh. She threw her head back in a mocking laugh that soon turned into taunting chuckles.

"Y/n, who would believe you over me? You can be my guest and try but you'll never have another job in this city again, maybe further if I feel like it." She shrugged. You gulped and felt your breathing shake. Fuck.

Natasha, apparently impatient, hiked up her skirt and leant back against her desk to look at you expectantly. Your mouth suddenly went dry when you caught sight of her bare pussy, having not had any underwear on. You wondered if she often sat around like that. If she sauntered around the building and into your office where you could easily let your fingers wander up her skirt. Did she always leave them off for you?

"If you want to keep your job I suggest you get to work." She spoke. You tentatively moved forward and gripped onto her thighs for support, still looking up at her for any signs of a tell.

She was positively soaked. You could see her clenching in anticipation, the sight and musky smell entirely inviting. So you licked a long strip of the redhead's folds and moaned at the sweet taste of her. Sweetness was hardly what you expected given the tough and cold exterior of your boss, you hadn't expected it to be so instantly addictive either.

You pushed your tongue further inside the redhead who gave a breathy moan in response. At that, your mind was made. You sucked harshly on Natasha's clit and felt it pulse rapidly between your lips before returning your tongue to where she needed it most.

"Look at how much you're enjoying this." Natasha smirked as she looked down at the beyond contented glint in your eyes. "So good at pleasing you like mommy."

You worked your tongue tirelessly inside her, spurred on by the blissful sounds that fell from the redhead's mouth with every flick and curl of your muscle. You were lost in the incomparable taste of her and hoped it would be something that lingered on your tongue for a while. You were in awe of the way her mouth hung open in a silent scream as her eyes clenched shut every time your tongue brushed against some beautiful nerve ending. The sounds she made when you did so rivalled the faux sweetness of a siren's song. You knew the dangers of being lulled too far but you wanted to explore it entirely, convinced there was some hidden beauty that no one else could see.

"Fuck, so good." Your grip on Natasha's thigh tightened when her hold on the back of your neck did. She started to buck her hips against your mouth and her breathing patterns became more irregular. Your boss seemed lost in the pleasure she was experiencing from you as her eyes shut firmly and her movements became more erratic. But even then she held onto her power over you.

"I want you to swallow every last fucking drop." She ordered and gasped when your nose bumped against her clit. You picked up the pace of your tongue, making sure to swipe it against all the spots you had learnt made her shudder.

Her nails were practically digging into your neck when she reached her high. Her breath got caught in her throat before she gave the most animalistic moan you had ever heard. She furiously bucked her hips against your face as she rode out her high and relished in every wave of pleasure.

She recovered impressively quickly and was still raring to go, apparently having more plans for the night. She smiled down at you with a glint of the devil in her eye as she stood back and turned around to retrieve something from her desk, telling you to sit on her chair.

You were anticipating Natasha to return the favour, especially given how much she clearly enjoyed what you had to offer. Instead, she slipped a harness through your legs and pulled it up to your waist where she fastened it to sit securely. It was only when she moved away that you saw the size of the red toy, standing proudly and daringly. You wouldn't be surprised if your boss couldn't make it fit, yet again about to see that you really didn't know her. She was unpredictable and nothing short of it.

Natasha straddled your legs until her knees hit the backrest of her chair and her cunt was lined up with the toy. You went to hold her waist to guide her but your boss grabbed your wrists harshly and pinned them to the chair either side of you with a warning look.

She lowered herself onto the toy and groaned when the head of the toy alone started to stretch her. She kept her strong grip on your wrists as she looked more of the strap and you could only watch on in awe as the fake cock disappeared inside her.

Natasha moaned loudly and paused half way to adjust herself and breathe heavily before slamming herself down on the rest of the toy. "God." She grunted. "Mommy feels so full."

"Let me help you mommy." You tried but she shook her head.

"You don't get to touch right now." Was all she said before she lifted herself partly off the toy and slammed back down drawing another beautiful moan.

Your boss continued this for a while until she found herself in a rhythm that pleasured her deeply. You could see her juices smeering the toy everytime she withdrew and the sight alone made you groan, you already wanted to taste her again.

She rode you with vigor as her pace increased as did her grip on you. Profanities spilled from her mouth like a song that you wanted to join in with but you were too fixated on the sight infront of you. Natasha's bra clearly wasn't all that supportive because her breasts bounced with each thrust downwards and you wished more than anything that you could reach out and take her top and bra off to cup them, even tweak her nipples between your fingers to see her squeal.

"Gonna cum- fuck! Mommy's gonna cum on your cock and you're going to fill me up more." She said between moans and gasps. You didn't really understand what she meant by fill her up more but you weren't going to object, not when you wanted to see her cum again so badly.

She suddenly let your right hand go and grabbed on to the back of the harness. You were confused until you felt something click and Natasha was moaning louder than she had all night. "Your cum feels so good in me." She all but screamed before jerking her hips wildly and cumming around the toy.

She fell forwards slightly and grinded against the toy to ride out her high desperately. You gripped her hips with your free hand and moaned when you saw some of the cum leaking out of Natasha's pussy.

With a groan, you pulled your other hand out of the redhead's grasp and lifted her up and down onto her desk where she looked up at you with blissful eyes. "Don't go thinking you have any control." Natasha sneered but gasped when you withdrew the strap and snapped your hips forwards again.

"We'll see."

[thegrandlinesimp]

Hi Line-san!!! CONGRATS ON YOU 100 FOLLOWERS!!! It is a pleasure to have you on this community 💙 Now about the event hehehe Can I get the letters A F and O for Killer from the NSFW alphabet? Thank you! Bye-bye ヾ(＾ ∇ ＾).

…So, I wasn’t meant to finish this for another day or two…but got excited because it’s smut…

What can I say, I’m a horny bitch.

Anyway…

I tried my absolute damndest to keep this gender-neutral (cause I wanted to, I enjoyed the challenge) and I think I succeeded!

And thank you Kero! The pleasure is all mine! I love being here and interacting with everyone!

Killer NSFW Alphabet: A, F, O

Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

At the start of the relationship, Killer is rather awkward with aftercare, his movements are a bit stiff and any sweet things he says come out between a few ‘um’s and ‘ah’s. Mainly because he’s still getting over how wonderful they were during sex. Give him some time, he’ll come around, and when he does…

He’s very aware that he can sometimes be quite rough (especially when Kid has been particularly trying that day), so he’s always sure to give the needed aftercare. Getting his s/o a cold glass of water if their throat is sore, massaging their aching muscles, cleaning them up - and not just with a random cloth, I mean like a warm bath – followed by lots of naked cuddles. If it’s after a quickie though, he’ll make sure their clothes are straight, hair neat and take them to the kitchen for refreshments if need be (though most quickies are done in said kitchen).

Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Killer has a lot of different go to positions, as to what he goes for though, it really depends on the type of sex he and his s/o are having. For when he’s being rough, he likes going for positions that allow him deep penetration. For when he wants to be more tender and softer, he prefers anything that allows him to not only press his body completely against his beloved’s, but also lets him face them.

For rough: Wedge, Orgazmic penetration, Chilli Dog, Doggy style. But his favourite in this category is Deck chair, allowing him to not only be facing his s/o, but also lets him loom over them, ever imposing and dominant as he blankets them with his body.

For soft: Missionary, Lotus, Oasis, Chef (a tried and true for sweet, passionate quickies in the kitchen). Though his all-time favourite is Harmony, the fact it allows him to get deep inside his lover while also giving them a pillow for their back as a show of how mindful he is about their comfort makes it his No.1 position out of all of them.

All in all his s/o will be squirming and panting either way.

Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

This man very much sits firmly in the middle, he loves both giving and receiving – though isn’t a fan of the 69 position as he prefers eye contact, he’ll do it if his s/o asks, but will never initiate or agree if asked too frequently.

When giving it again depends on his mood as stated previously, with rough sex he’ll go down on his lover like a man starved and is incredibly good with using his rough fingers alongside his tongue to bring them to a screaming orgasm. For the softer times, he’s slow, attentive, using his hands to keep his s/o’s thighs spread and uses his tongue to firmly caress all their sensitive spots, being sure to stimulate them enough that they don’t start to beg till they’re already close to coming.

When receiving when in a rougher mood he likes to fuck his s/o's mouth, guiding their head like a fleshlight while thrusting his hips (though he's surprisingly mindful of not choking them). During the more tender moments he still likes to rock his hips, but at a slower pace, massaging their jaw with his thumbs every now and then as he knows he's on the thicker side and their jaw must be aching. He's quite vocal in either mood, long, low groans and deep, harsh grunts are more common as he isn't focused on hearing the sounds his partner is making. He's also prone to a little dirty talk, especially when in a more animalistic mood.

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[littlefreya]

As I was saying

Summary: You recently found out that you’re pregnant and Henry is being all sorts of over-protective and annoying about it and won’t shut up about what you should or shouldn’t eat. So you find a creative way to shut him up...

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader (no description of body type or ethnicity thought it’s mention that Henry is taller)

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: 18+, RPF, fluff to smut, early pregnancy, blow job, bodily fluids, slight FemDom/SubMale, My overuse of poetic sex metaphors, cottagecore!

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, or parts from it.

A/N: This story was born out of a convo I had with my sweet @the-soot-sprite​ about the photo above. Many thanks to @agniavateira​ my solid rock who betas all my work and to @firefly-graphics​ for the dividers

Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed my story. I work hard on each one of them and your validation means the world to me. 🖤

As I was Saying

Henry’s velvety voice carried through the cottage like seductive vapours of honey liqueur. It wasn’t often that he'd sing a blissful tune so casually out of the blue—after earth-shattering sex perhaps, which indeed you had the night before. However, this morning, his chants were laced with a new flavour of sugary bliss. 

Two little pink stripes. That's all it took for his eyes to shimmer the way precious cobalt is kissed by a moonlight glow.

Sneaking about in the mien of a curious little mouse, you trod after the pleasant tune of his voice, which was now accompanied by a soft rustle. Wander laved your face once you leaned against the kitchen door frame, peering at the prodigious man who stood in front of the open fridge. 

Preoccupied, he appeared to be ransacking through the shelves with the song ‘Cheek to Cheek’ thrumming on his tongue.

“Heaven... I'm in heaven…”  

Fingers clutching at the edge of the wall, you pressed into the chilled surface with a relaxed smirk, lingering on the irresistible view when your ease of mind faded with a blink of an eye — while methodically rummaging through the fridge, Henry threw fresh food straight into an open trash can.

“What are you doing?” you asked, your voice rising to a high-pitched yip. 

Henry made a soft flex; the muscles of his back rippled in a tidal motion. Though acknowledging your presence, he proceeded to hover a finger over different products. 

“Cleaning up the fridge," he answered absentmindedly.

With a soft shove, there went your French cheese. 

“That’s brand new!” you protested and rushed toward him, alarmed. 

Towering over the trash can, you considered diving in to salvage the precious bulk of cheese from the dreary pit. Henry glanced at you from the corner of his eyes, testing your resolve while his claw grabbed some papaya salad leftovers and pushed it over the edge of the shelf, joining the rest of the discarded meals. 

“It is,” he nodded and closed the refrigerator door, carrying on to the high cabinets. With a slight wrinkle between his brows and a hand scratching the stubbles of his dimpled chin, he narrowed his eyes to scrutinise the items carefully. “I'm pregnant-proofing the kitchen. I called Hanna while you were asleep. She created a proper daily menu for you with the dos and don’ts: less sugar, more veggies and protein.” 

It took you a moment to process his words, your eyes narrowing while asking, “Hanna? As in Hanna, your nutritionist?”

Henry nodded at your question, a faint crease lining his cheek. “That’s the one. Don't worry, princess, she specialises with pregnant women.”

Unwittingly, a somewhat inhuman growl sounded in your chest. You were only getting used to the idea of developing another person inside you, and here stood your husband, already seeing fit to dictate your diet. Slithering into the narrow space between the heavy man and the counter, you tilted your chin to meet his stare while your fists pressed into your hips assertively. 

“Listen here, Cavill! You might have jizzed me one too many and succeeded in putting a baby in there, but this is still my body. I can take care of my own pregnancy diet.”

With an arm stretched above your head, Henry offered a charming display of pearly whites to pacify your strained nerves. His dimples nearly managed to beguile your senses when your eyes flared at the sight of what was held between his long fingers.

“No! Henry, no! Not the coffee!”

“Oh, I’m afraid so, my love. You shouldn’t have any caffeine at your current state.” Despite his argument, the tenderness of his gaze stroked upon your face like a warm ray of sunlight piercing through heavy clouds. Lazily it dropped to your belly, the cascading heat cradling your unborn child. 

Words of protest left you for a sliver of a moment, too in awe of the dreamy grin on his face. 

Thoughts of how beautiful you’d look rounded and full with his child illuminated him that you swore his skin developed a glow over the night. Didn’t they always say women are radiant when they are pregnant? Well, it seemed that in your case, it applied to your husband as well.

The charming haze of bliss almost swallowed you up; but you quickly slapped yourself back into reality, reaching a hand in an attempt to stop Henry from throwing away your delicacy. Though taller, Henry held his hand far out of reach, a hint of a smugness stretching his lips.

“A pregnant woman is allowed to have a little bit of caffeine!” You muttered and sent both hands in an attempt to retrieve the box while Henry teased you by throwing it from one hand to the other, further fueling your annoyance. 

Vexed to the point of frustration, you stood still and sighed, “you know what else is bad for the baby?” 

Henry paused his foolish games and tilted his head as he waited to hear your answer.

“His father at the morgue after I’ll kill him. Now stop that and hand it over! A pregnant woman can have a cup a day, according to Google.” 

“Nope,” Henry clicked his tongue, his laughter replaced with a severe stare. “Love, I know they say it’s okay to have a teeny bit, but I’ve been doing some research while you were asleep, and it’s not recommended. Caffeine increases heart rate and blood pressure, which is not good for you nor for the baby. It also increases urination, which may cause dehydration.”

Clenching your jaw at the onslaught of information he bestowed, you watched his lips move while none of his words registered. Preoccupied with the rules of a “healthy” pregnancy, Henry was set on being the practical one, completely forgetting to enjoy the moment. And damn, it was the moment to celebrate. All you wanted right now was to stay in bed for a day, ride your handsome husband to hell and back and eat as much ice cream as possible.

“Everything you eat from now on goes to our baby,” Henry proceeded to lecture on a thing you were perfectly aware of.

Ire found you within seconds, embroiled with pregnancy hormones which made him further intolerable at the moment— intolerable

... and delicious.  

Soaked with hunger, your eyes raked his sight: the thickness of his muscles was apparent beneath a plain black t-shirt and those good old grey sweats outlined the source of your current predicament. Your fingers twitched just from thinking about it, mimicking the sensation of squeezing its girth and eliciting those low groans that made your heart flutter. 

But his chatter still interrupted your sultry thoughts. If only there was a way to get him to shut up, you mused. Then your eyes focused on the soft bulge that winked back at your hungry glare.

Unaware, Henry turned toward the table to grab a bulk of informative documents he printed earlier in order to educate you of your pregnancy, he licked his thumb and began to read through, “As I was saying….”

Hastily, you exploited his lack of attention and took a step forward, your fingers latching around the hem of his sweats. With one swift movement, you fell to your knees and tugged his trousers along. 

Lost in his passionate speech, Henry was still muttering nonsense when your hand seized him; but as the lushness of your tongue bedded his soft cock without warning, all that could be heard in the kitchen was a husky gasp. 

Feeling the warm silky flesh swell and harden within your mouth, you sent your eyes up to peer at him, admiring the sight. Nothing spoke of your power better than the wrinkle between his shut eyes and his mouth agape with all air draining from his lungs. There you were, lowered to your knees with a maw full of his cock and yet, he was the one who lost his ability to speak and had his legs quaking of need. 

Unable to help yourself, you sent one palm to feel the tremor that ran through the muscles of his thighs while the other cradled his heavy sac. 

“Uh……” he finally managed to utter, a groan of bemused bliss pushing itself between his parted lips. “What… what are you doing?” 

You crooked an eyebrow in response and answered by dragging your mouth along the length of his shaft. Your pillowy lips ran across ridges and thrumming veins, your jaw loosening until you felt him deep in the back of your throat. 

Locked in the cavernous cage of your maw, he tightened his gut and shuddered with pleasure. Though, the low unbridled groans that sputtered from his chest fueled your enticement just as so; memories of how the same thick girth that brimmed your mouth would split open your narrow canal made both your eyes and abandoned cunt tear of desperation.

It always beguiled you how much arousal could be found in bringing him to his rapture without touching yourself. The harder he throbbed on your velvety serpent, the more you soaked.  

With fervent strokes, you feasted on the briny flavour of his cock; the tendons vibrated with bliss while your tongue twirled and pushed around them. You pulled, sucked, and pumped him in your warm mouth, milking the senses of a man infinitely stronger—a man who succeeded in conquering your womb yet now crumbled to nothing at the touch of your tongue.

“Fuck…. Babe… keep going,” Henry breathed out a plea. The documents held by his hand slipped between his fingers as he pressed his palm to the cabinet with a thud, and began to rock his hips back and forth to fuck back into your mouth. Like feathers, the white slips floated around you, landing onto the ground while you worked him to his ecstasy.  

His other hand found your head, caressing lovingly and trying to take control: yet his strength waned and his head fell back with a moan. Faster, harder, you sucked your husband to the point of submission while hums of admiration laced around his rigid length. Your eyes beamed as you watched his resolve shatter. Your fingertips toyed with the coarse hair at the apex of his thighs, your thumb seeking the tendon at the base of his cock and pressing into it, urging him to spill his gift down your throat.

“I’m going to… I’m going to…. In your throat… fuck.”

With a guttural grunt, he thickened against your tongue; the overflow of salty-sweet cream glazed your mouth and then flowed down your flaring throat.

The room thrummed with the buzz of the refrigerator, Henry’s heavy exhales - these were the sounds of your triumph. Wiping your lips with the back of your hand, you cracked a smile and neatly pulled his trousers back on before you rose to stand straight. 

Overwhelmed and drenched in sweat, your husband scrutinised you while you reached for the box of capsules and tilted your head.

“You were saying?”

[sailorhyunjinz]

~ 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 ~

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 ; Chan x fem!reader, slight choking, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it bitch), exhibitionism, clitoral stimulation, fingering, nicknames, thigh,,, rubbing?, nipple play, dirty talk, cum, orgasm (m/f), getting caught oop. 

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 ; 2,4 k 

𝘙𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 ; yes yes!! thank you anon!! this is my last request as well heh

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦 ; another song that is very dear to my heart,,, although for a kinda sad reason but we wont get into that lmao- 

also i laughed while writing this because idk some of the descriptions are like,,, SO FUCKING WEIRD I DONT KNOW WHAT THIS IS

23. “Should I be quiet?” ; The Neighbourhood - Nervous

𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥.

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 18.

The small room was rather dark, only the moonlight reflecting it’s light through the window as the four walls were filled with small snores and the occasional turning of the blankets. That wasn’t coming from just your boyfriend that lied next to you in a peaceful slumber but the three other boys that had passed out in the room after watching a movie. You sighed, this wasn’t the most appropriate time to be needy but there was nothing you could do about it. No matter how much you turned and twisted the lewd thoughts stuck to your head like gum to the sole of a shoe. 

You looked at Chan, his slow breath tickled against your face, his face slightly puffy from all the snacks he ate before bed, his cheek squished against the pillow and you felt bad for thinking such sinful thoughts about him when he was right beside you. You scooted closer to him, unknowingly rubbing against his thigh and not letting your eyes divert from his face for even a split second, heart thumping at the thought that he could wake up at any moment. You let out a tiny whimper, biting your lip and coating it with a sheen of saliva, your face and ears heating up as the gain of friction between your clothed dripping cunt and his bare thigh got to you. Waking him up would just be mean, he worked so hard during the day so surely he deserved a good nights rest but at the same time,,, maybe he needed a way to relieve his stress? 

The sensation was just too good, you quickly stripped yourself from your pyjama pants, leaving you in Chan’s oversized shirt and your soaking panties that were sticking to your wet folds, a little patch of slick staining them. Before you knew it you were back to humping his leg like a desperate puppy, just a little longer and then you’ll stop and sleep like you were supposed to. Wrapping your arms around his torso you rolled your hips upwards, trying to aim all the pleasure towards your clit but not really succeeding, however it did still feel good, the bundle of nerves aching for more, aching for a touch. Frustration built up inside you as you could practically hear your heart beating in your ears from nervousness and arousal, you really didn’t want to wake him up.

“Please fuck me Channie~" you whispered weakly, hoping he didn’t hear it or anyone else in that room for that matter. You held one hand over your mouth as the pleasure got too intense, movements getting bolder as you grinded against his relaxed thigh, moving your hips from side to side sometimes and squirming around, your forehead creased, muscles on edge. Maybe the thrill turned you on even more? And even if this was good enough you craved more, maybe you wanted more thrill. You halted your movements before you poked him on the shoulder but got no response, him lying as still as a log, only his chest rising slowly, lungs filling with air. You sighed, there was no use you thought until he grunted lowly, stretching his arms and furrowing his eyebrows, you hurried to turn around, back against him as you shut your eyes tightly, pretending to sleep. 

“Baby?” he said in a deep raspy voice, confused as to what your whimpers from earlier were coming from. 

“Y-yeah?” you whispered back, turning back to him and acting sleepy, eyes half-closed. He chuckled slightly and you heightened your eyebrows in perplexity, wondering what he was smiling about.

“You know I heard everything?” he said, eyes still closed as he mumbled, his sly smirk still on his lifeless lips. Your eyes widened, your figure froze in shock, with a fake laugh you tried to cover up the situation.

“H-heard what? Did something happen?” you lied, caught off guard by his answer. 

“I don’t know,,, all I heard was someone asking to fuck me” he said, almost bursting into laughter as he opened his eyes slowly, seeing your priceless expression. You shy away from him, wanting to sink under the surface of the earth but just as you wanted to turn around and forget about every single thought in your mind you felt his warm hands traveling from your clothed chest to your abdomen and ultimately your cunt, hand slipping under the elastic band of your panties with fingers that inspect the soppiness between your legs. You moan at the sudden contact, pressing your thighs together.

“Shh,,, easy now, you’re so wet, hm? What were you thinking about?” he says lowly close to your ear, hot breath bouncing off the shell of your ear. You scrunch your nose at the ticklish feeling, lifting your shoulder up to your ear and giggling slightly. Chan gives you a peck on the lips before his fingers explore more of your needy sex, his familliar hands lightly grazing your already swollen clit. He rubbed the bud in small circles with two fingers, your hands going down underneath the covers and grabbing his wrist as the speed increased, your breath hitching at the sensation that returned, the start of a deep feeling inside your core. 

“e-ehm,,, was thinking about,,, you making me feel good” you whimpered out, too shy to say anything more, your hair covering your face slightly from the way you squirmed around, the bed creaking occasionally. 

“Making you feel good? How did I do that?” he said with that grin on his face as if he didn’t know anything, sounding completely innocent despite the scandalous actions that were going on underneath the thin fabric of your panties. You let go of his wrist as he inserted two fingers into your hole, prodding them at your entrance and feeling you clench. It was time to get revenge, he couldn’t just gain pleasure from seeing you weak for him and so your hand gently palmed him through his underwear, earning an unexpected grunt from the boy. 

“w-with your dick” you answered to his question in lack of any other answer. His hips bucked against your hand, begging for more with his body and you complied, giving his cock a firm squeeze, moving your hands up from the base towards the tip, teasing it with your thumb. He was becoming rock solid in your hand, cock twitching in your grasp. You giggled, you weren’t the only needy one now. 

“Ah yeah? You sure you want to do this here babygirl?” he whispered back to you to which you nodded, his fingers plunging into your hole and curling up towards your g-spot, a well-known sensation spreading throughout your body, his slick-covered fingers playing with your clit again until your squirmed as he touched it directly causing you to flinch. He got on top of you, hovering mere inches from your face and after a long look into your lost moonlit eyes he attached his lips on yours, exhaling unsteadily as your tongues met almost immediately in a romantic daze. Your noses bumped against each other, Chan chuckling momentarily before setting an even pace with his tongue, your small whimpers blending into the sound of lips smacking against each other. Your hands that were previously cupping his cheeks descended down his chest, tugging on the thick band of his boxers but your arms not reaching far enough to pull them off. Your boyfriend smirked, breaking the kiss and moving away from you in order to strip himself from his underwear, leaving him completely exposed to you before he got on top of you again, pulling the covers over him. Before anything else happened you quickly shimmied out of your soaked panties, Chan’s hands lifting up your shirt, exposing the supple valleys of your tits, his hands fondling your boobs right away, thumbs swiping over the already erect nipples.  It felt oddly naughty to be doing this with three other boys in the room, being almost completely naked with Chan above you, his lips exploring your neck, leaving small kisses and marks as he nibbled on the skin. You whimpered, your hands tangled in his dark hair as you turned your head to the other side, granting him more access. He got even more worked up by your small sounds that dripped from your lips like sticky sweet honey, you wrapping your legs around his waist causing the base of his cock to press up against your hot cunt, pressing him closer to you because you were hungry for more, the slightest contact would do. Chan left a final kiss on your lips before grabbing the base of his cock and lining it up with your sopping entrance, pushing a strand of hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear.

“a-are you ready, angel?” he murmured close to you, you humming a small yes as the tip of his cock glided against your wet folds, pushing in gently as you pressed your lips together, furrowing your eyebrows at the initial stretch, your tight cunt enveloping his cock between your velvety walls. He groaned at the feeling, pushing into you further and eventually bottoming out, now balls deep into your aching pussy. Your arms were around his head as he started to suck on your nipples, gently rolling his hips after you’ve adjusted to his size, no matter how much he fucked you, his size never failed to fill you up to the brim, making you scratch his back and leave it covered in red streaks.

“fuck,, you feel so good” you moaned a bit too loud, Chan looked up at you in panic, you slapping a hand over your mouth as you peeked at the boys that lied on a pile of cuddles close to you. 

“should I be quiet?” you whispered to which Chan nodded. 

“what kind of question is that? of course” he whispered back through a clenched jaw, his hips slamming into you faster and harder for each minute. You tried biting the inside of your cheek, your entire body jolting upwards and making the bed creek with every thrust, it was simply impossible to be quiet and neither could Chan that was slowly but surely losing his own pace, a vein on his neck popping out from the composure that was needed to keep quiet. He glanced at the boys that were lying completely still, only a small snore from one of them. You turned your head to the other side, your neck being exposed to him once again, his hand automatically wrapping around your neck snuggly, making the situation a thousand times hotter. Being choked and fucked by your hot boyfriend next to a pile of his friends? Hot.

The mattress moved as he thrusted into you, a slight squelching sound of your dripping cunt being audible to the two of you. You tried holding on to anything in your reach but finally settled for Chan’s back, digging your nails into his skin as you panted, sweat beading on his temples as his thrusts were getting harder, your tits bouncing in the same pace. 

“f-fuck, you drive me crazy y/n” he said, tightning the grasp around neck, you pressing the back of your head against the pillow as you clenched around him, a feeling burning in the pit of your core that was only getting closer. 

“Channie~ I love you” you whispered, clenching your teeth causing your words to sound almost violent but you meant it in the most loving way possible, he was yours and you were his. He chuckled silently, you seeing the outline of his soft facial features in the dimly lit room, he whispered it back to you, bending down and rubbing the tip of his nose against your sleepy cheeks before pressing a wet kiss near your ear, his hips repeatedly slamming against you and knocking the breath out of you. Your lips parted, a string of whispered pleas escaping them as you clawed at his back, clenching vigoursly and arching your back as your orgasm washed over you uncontrollably, knocking you completely dumb. There was something incredibly hot in seeing your scrunched erotic expression that sent Chan over the edge, your whimpers that were only getting louder and louder being the most beautiful sound in the earth to his ears. His thrusts got sloppier and uneven, pinning your legs to the bed and spreading them further causing you to squirm at the new aim he got, hitting that spot that almost hurt in overstimulation. Being quiet was completely thrown out the window. 

He pulled out of your hole, his cock glistening as he grabbed onto the shaft, stroking himself to completion. The hot cum spurted against your boobs in white ribbons, dripping down your heaving chest as you tried to stabilize your breath, your hands by either side of your head. He groaned as he milked himself from every ounce of cum, the angelic view of his lover being covered in his cum almost made him hard again. All energy was consumed from the sweaty boy that plopped down beside you, the weight of the bed shifting as he lied down next to you, grabbing a pillow that had somehow fallen off the bed during the recent activities. He turned to you, you turned your head towards him and smiled before pressing a kiss on his lips, really not wanting to get up and clean up after his mess. You snuggled closer but were caught off guard when you heard a voice behind you.

“yah,,, Chan can really put it down” Changbin said in a deep voice, both you and Chan bolting up and watching the three boys that looked like they were still in a nice slumber. 

“you awake?” you asked, thinking that maybe Changbin talked in his sleep.

“we were all awake because how the fuck do you sleep when someone is moaning into your ear” Felix answered, still facing away from you, slurring his words, his mind still not functioning despite being conscious. You thought your heart sunk, in panic turning to Chan that was just as surprised as you, his ears turning bright red, despite it being so dark in the room you could still see how the skin tinged a pretty color of embarrassment. 

“I can’t wait until Hyunjin hears this tomorrow” Jeongin laughed, the other two boys joining in with his laughter, their eyes still closed and faces covered in sleepiness. 

That was the price of had to pay when having sex with your boyfriend beside his dormmates.

[v-hope]

Heartcuffed

Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk x Reader

Genre: Smut, fluff, established (kinda secret) relationship au

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: The moment Jeongguk and you saw the pink heart-shaped handcuffs that would be a part of his outfit for the photoshoot that day, you both knew what was coming your way.

Warnings: Fingering, unprotected sex, handcuffs (obviously), dressing room sex, quickie, creampie, Jeongguk is a whole tease in this one. Also they almost get caught?

A/N: You guys know smut is not my thing, but, I mean. Pink heart-shaped handcuffs. Do I need to say more? This doesn’t have much of a plot (I think), but I hope you guys enjoy! Also, I apologize for any mistakes that there might be, as I’m running short on time and couldn’t edit is as thoroughly as I usually do.

Little were the times you were able to go on set to support your boyfriend. The fact that not every member of the staff knew the two of you were dating, along with no one outside of the industry knowing about your relationship either, only made things complicated for the two of you. However, with a comeback on his end and finals on yours being just around the corner, it was either that or having to wait three more weeks until you could see each other again.

You had managed not to draw attention most of the day — acting like a good friend with all seven members of the group, which you were, and eventually sneaking out with Jeongguk whenever he was done shooting his parts, so the two of you could have some much needed alone time in any empty room he could find in the building.

It was only when they had changed for their last photoshoot, Jeongguk dressed in a black coverall with a matching belt that made his waist look tinier than ever, as well as leaving half of his sleeve uncovered, that you found yourself breathing heavily.

Especially when a member of the staff went up to him and hooked something pink to his belt, having to tilt your head to the side so you could take a better look at it.

Handcuffs.

More specifically, a pair of cute, pink heart-shaped handcuffs.

As if on cue, Jeongguk’s eyes went to you, a smile curving up his lips as he teasingly raised his pierced brow when your gazes met. That was all you needed to know you were thinking of the same thing.

The rest of the photoshoot? Absolute torture for you.

“So,” he came closer to you after finishing his solo shoot, having Namjoon leave your side and going to have his. “What do you think?”

“Hot” was your simple answer, earning an amused bunny smile from him.

“Hot? That’s it?” he pushed it. “What about the heartcuffs?”

A laugh made its way out of your mouth at that. “Heartcuffs?”

“Jin hyung called them that” he laughed too. “They’re kinda cute, though…” his eyes scanned the one that wasn’t attached to his belt as he held it up. “Kinda resemble our hearts”.

“I’m pretty sure our actual hearts look a little bit different than these” you teased him over his cheesy words.

Jeongguk rolled his eyes. “I meant that they’re attached, you smartass”.

“So our hearts are cuffed to one another” you gave him a dramatic, understanding nod. “Does that mean there’s no way out for me?”

He chuckled, taking a dangerous step towards you. “Absolutely no way out, sweets”.

“Yah…” you stopped him before he could lean in for a kiss. “Anyone could see us”.

“Half the people here know we’re dating” he whispered without a care.

“And the other half don’t” you pointed out.

Jeongguk huffed, causing you to bite your lip as you thought about it for a moment. After all, and as frustrating as it was, the less people who knew about your relationship, the better.

“How about…” you mumbled, hooking a finger to the handcuff he was holding to pull him just a little closer. “You take these home so we can make up for the lost time later?”

Liking that idea, he found himself smiling, only to later have his cheeks turn a bright pink after having looked around at the people on set.

“They will know what I want them for if I ask to take them home”.

“Bummer,” you lamented.

Jeongguk bit his bottom lip, once again looking both sides around the hectic atmosphere surrounding you as everyone worked on getting the other members ready, before his eyes focused back on yours and his head tilted to the door.

“Let’s go”.

He didn’t hold your hand until the two of you were alone in the hallway, intertwining his fingers with yours and rushing over to the same dressing room the two of you had lovingly been making out inside during his last break almost an hour ago.

This time, however, all sweetness had been left aside.

Mouth hungrily sucking on your bottom lip as soon as your back pressed against the door, he wasted no time on locking it, effortlessly lifting you up and having you wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you to the closest drawer.

Placing you down on it yet not letting go of your butt as he gave it a hard squeeze and pulled you closer, a soft moan escaped your mouth when his wet lips trailed all their way down from your neck to your collarbone.

“We don’t have much time” you reminded him in what came out in more of a huff, knowing well enough he was trying to take his sweet time with you — something you truly did not have that day, not when he was working.

Jeongguk huffed, planting one last kiss on your chest before his mouth went back to yours. “I won’t see you in like three more weeks”.

“And you won’t get to fuck me either if someone comes here and interrupts us”.

That had seemed to convince him.

Taking the handcuffs off his belt, internally thanking the fact that they weren’t real ones and hence he didn’t need a key, he motioned for you to stick your hands out. You didn’t hesitate to do as told, watching him accommodate their particular shape to your wrists so they wouldn’t hurt you, and then, before you could either notice nor protest, lifting one of them up so he could also close it around one of the hooks from the rack you had not noticed was stuck to the wall right above your head.

Unable to move your hands, you caught him smirking at the sight of you.

“You know,” he mumbled, lips brushing against yours while his hand gently stroked your thigh. “I could get used to this”.

Your teeth biting on your lip were replaced by his own as his mouth once again crashed on yours, grinding your hips against the desk when his hand went down to your center, stroking you over the thin fabric of the black pants you had decided to wear that day.

“So needy, aren’t you?” Jeongguk chuckled, thumb rubbing small circles over your core. “Have nearly touched you and I can already feel how wet you are”.

A light moan escaped your lips, pretending to entangle your fingers in his long, purple locks to pull him in for a kiss and shut him up, yet finding yourself being unable to by the cuffs around your wrists.

It was then when it hit you, you were completely under his mercy right then.

Another chuckle escaped his mouth, digging his hands under your t-shirt and pulling you closer to the edge by your waist — keeping you in place as he slowly rocked his hardened member against your center.

“Jeongguk…” you pleaded in a moan.

“Yes, baby?” he sweetly replied, pressing a small kiss to the uncovered skin on your chest.

“Don’t tease me”.

He laughed under his breath. Fuck, there was nothing he wanted more than to take his sweet, oh sweet time with you.

Your words, although had succeeded to bring your point across, had not been enough to convince him. If anything, he only wanted to tease you more — your head going to the side as you tried to muffle a moan against your arm when he slipped a hand inside your underwear and one of his fingers made it inside you, was all the confirmation he needed to keep on driving you to the edge.

“Fuck, Jeongguk” you breathed out when he added another digit, involuntarily moving your hips away from him at the sudden wave of pleasure.

With his free hand grabbing tightly onto your hip, Jeongguk kept you in place, burying his fingers deeper inside you in pistoning and curling motions, having to muffle another loud moan of yours with his mouth as he had seemed to find that one soft spot of yours in no time.

“J-Jeongguk, please” you begged, melting under his intense eyes. “Please, I need you”.

If the two of you had been back home, he could easily have taken hours with you. However, after looking at the clock by the door and hearing a few staff members talking through the halls, he knew, just like you had told him before, that you were running short on time.

Not letting another second go by, he took your pants off. Rushedly unbuttoning his coverall, he couldn’t help but tease you once more after catching up on the way you had fought against the handcuffs to reach out to the white t-shirt that remained under his first layer — the one covering his toned chest you had always loved kissing, and the one he had decided to keep on just to drive you mad.

“You’re such an ass” you recriminated him.

Jeongguk laughed, pushing his underwear down enough for his hardened member to stick out. Pumping himself a couple of times under your intent eyes, his mouth came close to yours.

“Weren’t you the one who wanted to be in handcuffs, sweets?”

Feeling your heavy breathing mix with his, he sucked on your bottom lip, grabbing your hip with one of his hands to keep you steady while his other one made your panties to the side as he lined himself up to your entrance.

“Quit the teasing” you warned him this time, not being able to take it anymore.

With a low laugh and one last kiss, he entered you without a warning. Not being able to hold the throaty moan that had just escaped your mouth, you closed your eyes as you let your boyfriend fill every single inch inside of you over and over again with each thrust of his hips.

Burying his face on the crook of your neck, you felt his hot breath hit against your skin as he tried to muffle his own moans.

“Fuck, you always feel so good” he panted.

Still holding you tightly with one hand as he fucked you hard, one of his hands pulled your top up over your chest, keeping it there and pulling one side of your bra down so he could attach his lips to your breast and tease your nipple with his quite needy tongue.

Closing your eyes as you let yourself get lost in the extra pleasure his wet mouth was giving you, you jumped up after hearing a noise coming from the door. Eyes immediately going to it, you watched the doorknob moving forcefully yet not being able to turn, thanks to Jeongguk, who had been careful enough to lock it minutes ago.

“Hello?” you heard a woman ask from the other side of the door.

That hadn’t seemed to bother him, not for more than a second, at least. And even when she kept trying to turn the doorknob and a part of you wanted to tell him to stop just in case someone managed to make their way in, you couldn’t find it in you to actually tell him to. Not when his cock inside you felt so good, not when you could feel yourself getting closer by the second.

“Shh,” he hushed you when a moan slipped from your lips, thrusts becoming slower yet deeper for them not to hear. “They can’t get in, but they can still hear us”.

Although wanting to protest, you found yourself being unable to form any kind of coherent sentence when one particular thrust of his had been about to send you over the edge.

“Jeong—” your loud moan was cut off by his hand on your mouth.

Another moan was muffled by his hand when he pulled his cock almost completely out of you, only to slam it inside the next second. Pressing his forehead against yours and letting you feel his hot, heavy breathing on your face, he removed his hand from your mouth once you were quiet again, only to stick two fingers inside of it just in case.

You could tell he was enjoying this new little game of keeping it quiet — you, on the other hand, were truly struggling.

Once the doorknob had stopped moving and no one seemed to be by the door anymore, he was quick to replace his fingers with his mouth, tongue massaging yours and moaning against your lips when you rolled your hips on his.

“Jeongguk, I’m c-coming” you breathed out as soon as you were able to.

“Hold on a little longer, baby” he rasped out.

Taking advantage of the hook holding your cuffed hands up, he lifted you up from the desk, making you wrap your legs tighter around his waist as he held you up — this new angle allowing him to reach deeper inside you.

“Guk, I—I can’t—”

With your walls pulsating around his cock, you couldn’t hold on any longer, having no choice but to let yourself come undone as he kept thrusting hard into you — nails digging onto your skin when he felt his orgasm approach as well.

“Y/N, f-fuck…” he rasped.

Placing his hand under the curve of one of your breasts as he kept pulling you up and down into his cock, he forgot about the people outside for a few seconds — low grunts escaping his throat one after another until he reached his high.

Feeling his release spreading inside your walls, a light moan escaped your lips as well, being unable to move still while he buried his face in the crook of your neck as the two of you came down from your high and tried to catch your breath.

Breathing heavily against your hot skin, he pressed his swollen lips to it, later peppering a trail of kisses down to your chest, fixing your messy bra and then pulling your t-shirt down.

“Do you think they heard us?” you wondered, quietly watching him dress you up again and then button his coverall just enough to cover his underwear.

“I hope not” his answer didn’t sound very convincing.

Pouting in defeat, you let him press his red mouth to yours. Sweetly, as if nothing else had happened only one minute ago.

“Will you uncuff me now so I can touch you?”

A mischievous smile parted on his lips, lifting you up just enough for you to unhook your arms from the rack, yet not unlocking the handcuffs around your wrists. Instead, he placed your arms over his shoulders, around his neck.

“Let’s stay like this for a little longer” he pecked your lips.

“They must be already looking for the key to get inside” you reminded him.

“So let them” he shrugged, one of his hands going up to the heart-shaped handcuff around one of your wrists, staring at it for a couple of seconds. “I wanna keep them”.

“Please, let’s keep them,” you agreed in a heartbeat. “I need to take my revenge on you and all your teasing”.

“Revenge?” he played it innocent. “I was actually thinking, when we go public we can walk out with them on so that everyone knows we’re heartcuffed for life”.

Throwing your head back, you let a loud laugh out, later resting your forehead on his and entangling your fingers in his purple hair like you had so badly been aching for earlier that day.

“Jeongguk-ie?”

“Yes?”

Not being able to erase your smile, you shook your head. “No”.

Oh well, there would always be other creative ways to let the world know your hearts belonged to each other anyway.