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helluvapurf · 20 days ago

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Thoughts on latest HB ep "Ghostf**kers" (*now that I've regained a bit more energy post-Halloween weekend lol*):

So the newest ep of HB has came & went from what I've seen- aaaand naturally feels like the best time for me to finally ramble about it now that its settled in my brain some more .3. Thoughts (+Spoilers) below~ NOTE: Most of this -does- get a lil rant-y below sooo... read at your own risk lol .w.;;

First things out of the way to start things off on a good note, the Pros:

To start off with... FINALLY we got some Millie focus for a major episode plot (-or more specifically, focus that doesn't get revolved back to Moxxie somehow lol)😭👏👏. Even if Millie's spotlight here did have to be shared with Blitz for a good chunk of the ep, their friendship was actually genuinely sweet & compelling to watch (esp. their backstory & how Millie was allowed to stand up for herself, give him space, BUT also coming around to acknowledging the good in Blitz, when it all came down to it🥺👏). Which ngl, after these previous episodes reigning down HARD on this dude... idk, just felt refreshingly wholesome to see for this series, yknow?😊

New villain Rolando was pretty cool, and surprisingly spooky to watch as the second-half went on oml- .o.;; While I'm still a teensy bit confused how his powers/demon lore work (at least to what we already know about Hell limitations crossing to the human world, ex. succubi & their crystals), his underwater monster vibe gave some fun visuals to watch up until the climax. I'm not 100% familiar with John Waters' works, but damnnn he should take up voice-acting more often ngl~ 👀

FINALLY MAMA TILLA MAKES AN (on-screen) APPEARANCE 😭😭Her whole vibe & Blitz's clear love and regret over what happened to her... hhhhh my whole heart ;n; 💔

That pink client lady (Rita, I think her name is?) who assigned the hotel mission? I dig her vibe, its cute~ :3

I.M.P. feeling like a legitimate workplace family for once, with even Loona & Moxxie getting a nice lil moment towards the end?? More. Of this. Please. 👌👌

Even with the lil undertones of the Stol*itz drama from the past couple eps, I very much appreciate Blitz (+the show itself) acknowledging that what's been going is NOT a breakup ('cause... yknow, they never actually dated to begin with lol🤷‍♀️). It may not 100% fix how messy that particular narrative's been handled as of late (which I'll get to in a sec-), but eh... its a start in the right direction, I guess? .3.

Enjoyed all the colorful flashback looks given, never would I have thought I needed mercenary!Millie with a fluffy ponytail til nowww hlkjlk😩❤️

Aaaand as for the not-so-good bits (imo), aka the Cons:

Pacing felt kiiiinda all-over-the-place, I'll admit; like one min we've got a whole intro & a half to deal with Blitz's whining fest (+some other pointless banter at the hotel)... then the next it feels like we're breezing past Rolando's whole presence as the "big bad" villain. Which... idk, I guess I shouldn't be too harsh on given the production drama behind-the-scenes (aka: the leaked content that had to be cut & redone awhile back)... buuuut yeah, its just one of those things you can't help but take notice of, critique-wise lol 🤷‍♀️

The humor wasn't... exactly at its strong point here, mainly just a lil overdone in the sex joke department imo though I guess thats kind of "par-for-the-course" in the Hellaverse series nowadays, so lol

Now, idk if this may be an unpopular opinion or not; but was I the only one who felt like Blitz's month-long mope fest over Stolas was rather... OOC, all things considered? .-. Like, okay its one thing for Blitz to still be (understandably) upset over how the last two eps went down (but being the "boss" he is, continues working anyway to keep I.M.P. afloat, like in the latest HB shorts)... but for Blitz of all people to just randomly use ALL his company's funds on useless junk, force his daughter Loona to stay up all night/not go home, drive Moxxie in a panic from all the budgeting issues this past month was just... wut- 🤦‍♀️ ...Mind you, this is meant to be the SAME Blitz who not even a few episodes ago begged Stolas to not take away the Grimoire (aka the key to his + his employee's livelihood), clearly being willing to do anything to not lose all that he holds dear. You seriously expect me to believe he'd be the type to throw that all away (for a WHOLE month)... all to simply whine over some blue-blooded bird not noticing him? ...Yeaaaaah sorry, but I'm gonna have to call bs on that, chief- 🙄

Kiiiinda tying in the last point, but as much as I enjoyed the tense thills gained from the "Rolando enters Blitz' mind to make him see his own flaws/past mistakes" sequence... I do have a few issues with some of these other "flashbacks" added to the mix: 1) Loona's groin kick towards Blitz in "Seeing Stars" (*wasn't Blitz's fault since ALL he did was tell her to be nice to clients... and was right about to apologize to Loona just seconds before the kick 😒*) 2) Blitz pushing Stolas' hand away in "Ozzies" (*which Blitz only did after Stolas hide his face/didn't defend Blitz during the song*) 3) Stolas' hurt expression at the end van scene of "Ozzie's" (*mind you, taking place while Blitz is rightfully standing up for himself/telling off Stolas for being a privileged creep all of S1*) 4) Stolas trying to present the Asmodean Crystal gift in "Full Moon" (*a whoooole mess in of itself I already covered prior-*) 5) Stolas angrily walking away from their pool fight + trash-talking Blitz in the "Motherf**kers" song + drunkenly dumping his problems on him + making out with a whole other dude in front of Blitz (*again, a huge mess I covered prior but TL;DR... most of that WASN'T fully-Blitz's fault in those instances??😑*)

Like... I dunno man, I don't mean to sound like I'm just ragging on Stolas per-episode as of late... but these last few points just keep giving me mixed signals than any genuine idea as to WHY Blitz even has these "feelings" growing for Stolas, atm?🤨For any canon couple in fiction, I WANT to see reasons for why they work best together, what kind of interests/aspects they've got in-common, what special "spark" is there that helps them stand out above all the other dynamics in-canon... but from what I see so far on Blitz's end (& the narrative continuing to guilt on him being "the problem")... it honestly feels more like he's only now fallen for Stolas out of pity... not because Blitz actually wants him for him, y'know? :/ Which... ngl, sounds like a really sad precedent to send for a main-endgame couple, regardless of series genre imo... 🤷‍♀️

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Soooo yeah, all that rant-y rambling aside... not a bad ep in the grand scheme of things! 👍👍Here's hoping the last few remaining eps (+possible shorts) for S2 keeps up the good work! 🙏

#helluva boss #hellaverse #helluva boss opinions #helluva boss review #helluva boss spoilers #helluva boss critical #(*this ain't meant to be a full-on critical blog btw- but for this review in-partular... yeaah it may be best to just mark it as such lol*#(*I -did- still enjoy the ep nonetheless btw so don't be too mad pls TwT*)

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dark-frosted-heart · 4 months ago

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Roger Barel Main Route - Blind Love Chapter 21 His POV

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this. I’m doing this for archiving purposes and you can probably find a better translation out there.

Those days when I was so consumed by despair that I couldn’t get up were engraved deep into my memory.

We were just one step away from refining an antidote.

Roger: …Ah, this isn’t it. It’s incompatible.

Kate: …What’s wrong with it?

Roger: The doctors and the Privy Council used my formulation documents. If they followed it, then we should be able to make an antidote. Doesn’t seem to be the case though.

Kate: …Maybe there’s something not in your documents that they included.

Roger: Yeah, that’s what I’m thinking…Did they combine my research with “someone else’s”?

(But that’s just speculation. If we could solve this just by guessing, we wouldn’t be having problems)

Roger: Hmm, I don’t know! Alright, let’s take a break, Kate.

Kate: Hehe, I agree!

I looked up at the sky for the first time in days and saw the full moon shining as bright as daylight.

Kate: Wow, it’s so bright out. And we haven’t had such a big meal in days!

The food laid out on the table was all prepared by me. Rather than delicate meals, they were manly.

But I can definitely guarantee the taste and high calories that was great for a tired body.

Roger: Eat your heart out.

Kate: Okay, thank you for the meal…! Mmm, it’s delicious! I don’t know what seasonings you used, but the unique taste is really addicting!

(Haha, you look sooo cute)

Roger: The stew’s really tasty too. It’s a Barel family favorite.

Kate: You’re pretty good at cooking meals for Ale, so were you in charge of cooking back at home?

Roger: Something like that. I took up cooking so that I could eat what I wanted. As you know, food’s necessary when fighting against despair.

While Kate smiled as if she was remembering a past conversation, the unforgettable memories of my “days in despair” resurfaced.

~~ Flashback ~~

Alec had died in front of me and when I next came to, a storm of despair was waiting for me.

Roger’s father: Enough. That’s…enough, Roger. Forget everything about Alec and what you've seen.

—That’s what my old man told me, but I couldn’t forget.

On the side of the room, I sat in despair as I fought the never-ending flood of noise thanks to my abnormal hearing.

Naturally I had no appetite, and I knew that my arms and legs were getting thinner.

When I finally grew used to my abnormal hearing, I rushed out of the house and into the conservatory.

All the books and research materials in the conservatory were gone, as if confiscated by the police. But Alec had left me a letter.

After reading the letter, I resolved to rise back up from the depths of despair.

The first thing I did when I returned home was to devour a pile of food like a dog.

As I ate, tears spilled down from my eyes and wouldn’t stop.

Roger: …Ahhh, why…does it taste so good?

~~ End flashback ~~

(At the time, I lived without any hope and my body screamed at me to fight against despair)

Roger: Eat whatever you want, as much as you want. Human brains should be releasing happy hormones.

Kate: Oh, so it’s my brain doing that? I thought I was happy because I was full.

Roger: There’s also a thing called the satiety center...Oh, Jude. Want some?

Jude looked irritated when I called out to him as he came into the room.

Jude: Some strange people actin’ so carefree while eatin’. I don’t want this souvenir, so here.

He tossed a stack of papers onto the table.

Kate: …What is this?

Jude: That guy will know.

Roger: This is…

Kate: Research Material on the Cursed. Researcher, Alexander Taylor.

Alexander Taylor was my late friend who made me despair but also scooped me out of it.

Whether this chance encounter was for better or worse—that’s something I still need to find out.

#ikemen villains #ikevil #ikevil jp #ikevil translations #roger barel #ikevil roger #ikevil roger route

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targaryenrealnessdarling · 2 years ago

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A Stranger’s Virtue (7)

Summary: Aemond pursues you through King’s Landing, intent to find you and put an end to the strife that attempted to tear you apart.

Author’s Note: Sooo, it’s my birthday on Saturday, so what better way to celebrate than to write smut~ I think I went a bit overkill on it but hey-ho. Hope you all enjoy nonetheless!

Inspired by this song.

Warnings: SMUT (18+), MINORS DNI (you shouldn’t be reading this series anyway), virginity loss, Aemond being a soft boi

A Stranger Masterlist

Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8

As much as Aemond had wanted to slink through the secret hallways then and there, it was not late enough yet. His hands reached for the paper again, inspecting the handwriting, allowing himself for a split second to doubt if it was actually from you. He shook his head and pulled the hooded cloak around his shoulders, pulling the fabric over his white hair. It was going to be difficult to truly hide his identity, with the white hair and the eyepatch both making him stand out. If it was as busy in the city below as he thought, it should be fine.

But he could not ignore the tight feeling he had about his chest as his hefty footsteps half-jogged through the hidden passageways, only letting the breath free once the mild spring air hit his face.

Even from here, the fire-lit torches that lined the streets of Kings Landing could be seen and the muffled mixes of music that were playing at different parts blended together into various fiddles, men singing and heart stopping drums. It was the sort of night, with so many people around, where you could feel your heart beating through your veins, all the blood rushing to your ears. And the mere electricity in the air was different, some not even needing the comfort of ale or wine to feel elevated.

Nonetheless, there were still people drunk.

Aemond felt a tad uneasy slipping through the various people, knowing that you had been here and were still here amongst the drunken commoners, in the most dangerous city in Westeros. He needn’t have bothered about being anxious though, despite his tall form amongst the people, he was very much lost in the crowd. Lost in their drunkenness, in their willful ignorance of the space around them, but mostly of all lost in their cheer.

Despite appearances, everyone seemed happy, to be having a good time. Drinking. Eating. Dancing. Everyone was at ease with one another, a sight not seen for a long while indeed. And while Aemond’s anxiety had so quickly reduced in the few moments he was slipping between the people, there was still a quickening of his heart as he stared down at the note you left him. It was softly grasped between his fingers, tracing the cursive handwriting.

He wasn’t sure exactly how long he had been roaming the streets, without a clear plan in his head for how he might find you, but he knew now that it was truly dark and the only light around was from the fire work of the performers, the torches and various forms of barbequed meats being bought by the residents.

At the end of one particular street, there was a bar with a tent set up in front of it. A fire bloomed in the middle and it was surrounded by people, clapping and laughing. The bar had been completely opened inside to show the wooden floors and how the people inside were all dancing, hand in hand, spinning with their pink, drunken faces.

Shoulder leaning against the beam of the entrance, Aemond stared ahead, seeing the familiar flicks of dark hair bounce about. That laugh, your bright smile, the way you commanded your body. He saw it all now as raw as he had the day he met you. Making sure his hood was still over his hair, he simply watched for as long as time would allow.

Watching you like this reminded him of why he fell for you. Why, despite all his best efforts, he had loved.

You were arm in arm with a man who you had presumably not known, but smiling all the same, so much so that those lines around your eyes formed with such pure joy. Your face was pink with energy, a shine on your cheekbones telling him you had been dancing for a long while. The stringed band was loud and the male singer was drowned out by the rest of the clientele singing along, clapping their hands to the tune. Even the floorboards seemed to bounce with the force of the drums, the band with their own smile at watching the effect of their music.

It was so lively, it almost made him want to join in. Especially seeing how happy you were.

You had your hair nestled around your shoulders, messy and wild and you wore an old dress. One that was slightly faded and ripped, so as not to tell people of your high status to be certain. And you were barefoot, taking the man’s hand to twirl around skillfully. It was as if the sun had come from behind the clouds in Aemond’s heart, seeing a creature in such bliss. It seemed natural for you to be here, doing this, he thought.

He could not even find it within himself to question why you were so happy, given the consequences of the day. But he thought to just allow you to stay there for a moment, purely in your own world. He grabbed an ale from the table, only taking a sip before simply holding it.

The song concluded and after the applause, you turned to the dance partner and bowed with that wide smile on your features, faintly making out you thanking him for the dance.

Smoothing the skirts down, you seemed to look about the room and landed unmistakably on Aemond in the doorway. The joy not disappearing off your face. Aemond could almost feel his breath get stuck in his chest when you looked over to him through the silhouettes of people. Your eyes were so piercing in this light, glistening. It was like shining a torch on a dense forest and seeing a wild animal’s eyes staring back with their glow. Reflecting in need.

And she had seen her prey walk straight in.

Shuffling between the people, you stood before him and looked up. In this moment, his mouth were agape, as if believing you were not real. But he shook his head and sent his signature smirk,

“You seem drunk” was all he started with.

You cocked your head at his quip, seeing his gaze over the top of the cup as he lifted it to his lips. Feigning a look of offense you reach for his cup,

“Believe it or not, I have not had a drop” you replied quickly and almost out of breath before inhaling a gulp of ale down, wincing at the taste, “Gods, that’s awful”

You almost pushed the cup back into his hand, not wanting it. He stifled a small chuckle as his gaze seemed to rake over your exhausted form, chest rising and falling quickly, and the skin there was pink. It did not go as unnoticed as he had wanted. You pulled your shoes back onto your feet and grabbed the cloak, running to join the tall man as you left.

You turned back to the bar where a group of people shouted for you, waving their goodbyes. Aemond watched as you waved back widely, his hand coming to the small of your back to guide you with him.

“Friends of yours?”

You pulled the cloak over you and pushed the hair out of your face, “I have been sneaking out of the Keep for months”

“Quite dangerous, don’t you think?”

He almost seemed angry and it caught you off guard.

“Did I look like I was in danger?” you answer quickly, “You must think me foolish to think I walk into danger so aimlessly”

“Foolish is not the first word I would use” he answered.

You both walked slowly through the streets, the outer parts now a bit quieter as more gathered to the centre. The air between you was quiet and there was a stillness in you both. You felt as if he had more to say.

“I refuse to wallow in self-pity any longer. I choose to have fun, to make something of my situation” you say, he looked over at you. You looked both angry and defensive, “I choose life”

Surprising you with his speed, his hand grabbed your arm fully to pull you back towards him as you went to walk away. His grip seemed firm and his expression dropped instantly.

“And you choose this by placing yourself in harm’s way?”

“As I said” you meet his stare, “I was not in danger.”

You attempted to pull yourself free but his grip seemed to tighten and you found yourself pressed against a wall, looking side to side to find the alleyway was devoid of any people. With his hand still around you, you dared to look up and swallowed thickly. If he was not angry before, he was now.

“You vex me to no end” were his only words. You were not sure if he really meant it though as his body seemed to push against you, caging you in.

“And you are a hypocrite” you bit back, his words only fuelling a deep seated irritation you had for him.

Taken aback, Aemond cocked his head, narrowing his eye.

“You said pretty words when you were between my legs” you spat, body shaking in anger and perhaps some shame, “But now that I am free of you, you avoid me and now I find myself forced to offering my hand as a prize to Gods know who…when I thought…”

You swallowed the words. Afraid that if you spoke you, you might cry out.

“I thought that you loved me” you choke.

It didn’t help when Aemond seemed to look back distantly, lost for words of his own. Feeling his heart being torn apart like someone digging their fingers into overripe fruit.

“I told you not to toy with me and yet…”

Eyes averted from him, you took his silence as the truth of it and pulled his hand from you to squirm free.

“Is that truly what you think of me” he asks, not really a question but more a rebuttal to the offensive remark.

“It is what I know”

“It is what you think you know” Aemond retorted, invading her space once more with his body. And if he were not so angry, and had she not been so upset at him, one might have thought they were close enough to kiss.

“I am no fool, Aemond”

You chose not to back down from his advance, doing the first thing your mind thought to do and stand up for yourself. If there was nothing learned from all the ceaseless bullying as a child, you would do your utmost to stick up for yourself now.

“I never took you for a fool, my Lady”

His eye stared down without rest, almost entirely without blinking. Second by second, you could almost feel the facade crumble.

Inside Aemond, there was a struggle. A struggle that seemed so eternal he felt he may feel the pain forever. How he had let this woman before him take his heart, and she had given hers. And how he had never felt more at home than that night on the island with her. His hands on her body, grasping her hair in his fingers, pushing his body against hers, feeling her blood through her heart. He knew the depth of her despair at the situation.

He found his shaking hand reaching out to grasp hers, eye closing at the long awaited feeling of her warmth.

“I half-thought you would ask me”

Aemond had said it so quietly that you had almost not heard all his words. Your body was stock still, hearing only him,

“Ask me to put in my name for your hand”

“I could never…” you paused, squeezing his hand that had been around yours, collecting yourself, “...I could never ask you to do that for me”

Seeing that you seemed upset, his other hand came to your face to run a thumb over your cheekbone. Your eyes flickered closed at his gentleness.

“You do not think me a skilled swordsman?” Aemond half-joked.

“I have seen many skilled men lose their limbs, lose their lives at tourneys…” you paused to look up at the tall man, seeing his expression at your glassy eyes, “...I could never ask you to risk your life.

I could never forgive myself, Aemond. If anything happened to you”

Aemond opened his mouth slightly, allowing his palm to rest against the side of your face, “Oh, my love…”

The words were so sweet and how he said them, it rolled off his tongue like honey.

How you wished he would say this to you forever.

“Nothing will happen to me” he said softly. But at this you shook your head,

“I do not wish to know…if you do. Just please do not tell me” you say, desperately holding back all the crashing emotions, “I could not bear it”

You could feel him pressing his body further in and how his flickering lilac eye darted over various points of your face, resting on your eyes and lips for longer than he had anticipated.

Without warning, his hood had been pulled down to reveal his almost glowing white hair, identity raw for all to see. His hand squeezed yours and the other was on the hilt of his dagger as he turned and the very friend you were dancing with was standing broad before Aemond, expression screwed into that of anger. His eyes met your tearful ones, interpreting this as pain.

“You dare assault this poor woman!” his voice boomed along the streets and the people who were otherwise drunk in their joy, suddenly turned their heads. Whisperings began and the familiar prickle of danger was back.

People recognised the Prince.

Aemond only gave the man a stern look, hand ever gripped on his dagger but refusing to draw it, watching as the light of realisation hit the man’s face. The way his gaze met his hair, then his eyepatch, it was unmistakable. His hands were before him, trying to calm the situation, and you could see his hands shaking.

“It is alright, I am fine” you say, raising your hand to him to show you are okay. But the man stood stock still, jaw agape. Every fiber of him telling him to turn and run.

“It is Prince Aemond!”

“Kinslayer!”

“Who is she?”

The various floods of voices of the commoners surrounded the pair of you, and you gripped his sleeve cautiously. His one eye scanned the area, at the pointing fingers and the angered faces. This was bad.

He looked down at you as you pulled on his cloak as if confirming your thoughts right there and then. People were starting to gather around, word of the Prince’s presence spread quickly.

Meeting his gaze, he furrowed his brows when you gave him a smile, the last remnants of your tears making your eyes glimmer.

“Run” you whispered.

The next few minutes were a spin. Thundering steps and shouting followed you and the Prince as your traversed the narrowing streets of Kings Landing. Aemond’s large hand was wrapped around your wrist the whole way as your aching legs begged for you both to stop. At a particularly long street, you both paused to hear the echoes of another crowd at the other end.

“Fuck” Aemond cursed and looked around hurriedly for an escape, feeling the walls of the crowd closing in.

Without thinking, you open the door of a nearby inn and push the Prince inside, almost falling over with the force and pushing the doors closed behind you. Ducking beneath the windows to hide, you watched as the angered crowd passed by, whispering to one another at your whereabouts. You duck back down, pulling Aemond with you and putting your finger to your lips, be quiet.

Once the crowd had passed and you only heard their echoes, you looked up to the Prince, who was breathing heavily and looked absolutely haggard. At his expression, try as you might, you let out a genuine chuckle. A kind of laugh where it was difficult to breathe. And for a moment, he merely stared at you in question, but could not help the quiet laugh that came from him at your inability to stop.

“You need a room”

A flat voice came from behind the desk, where a man was straddling it with both his arms, an unimpressed look on his face.

Quickly collecting yourself you face the man, pink in the face from the laughing at the Prince. You were about to open your mouth but Aemond seemed to beat you to it, having pulled his hood back over his hair before doing so.

“Yes, one room please. Two beds”

“Ae-um…we should get back”

“We cannot go back if the streets are crawling with people looking for me” he whispers without meeting your gaze. It was a good point, but you bit your lip in anxiety. Hoping your father would not notice you were missing.

“Sorry, mate, only got rooms with one bed”

A soft sigh passed over Aemond’s lips, along with a slight heat that he managed to hide well enough from you. About to protest, Aemond went to speak.

“That will be fine” you say, pushing a purse of coins towards the innkeeper, who eyed you both suspiciously. But nonetheless, money was money and he swiped the purse up to inspect the contents, before nodding towards the wooden staircase.

“Room’s up there, last one on the right”

Seemingly unbothered and content with the money, the innkeeper left you both in a stunned silence. You cleared your throat and ascended the stairs, avoiding the Prince’s look at you as much as you could before flinging the door open. The room was small but there was still a fire lit at one end of the room at least, making it feel warm.

Your eyes landed on the bed and while it was certainly nowhere near the beds you were used to in the Keep, it would certainly do for tonight. You could feel the prickle on your skin at the thought of sharing such a small bed and you cleared your throat once more to rid yourself of the thought.

Pressing the door firmly closed, your eyes landed on the man before the fireplace, watching as he pulled the cloak off his body and then going to unbutton the tunic he was wearing. Feeling his stare at you, you met his gaze and pulled your own cloak off.

“I will sleep on the floor” Aemond started.

“You will do no such thing”

He looked over at you as he pulled the tunic from his body, revealing a white undershirt. You do not know why you were suddenly so bashful, having been intimate before. Perhaps it was the setting or the circumstance. And you knew you had consumed no drink. So why did the heat never disappear from your face? Why could you feel the shameful want descend between your legs seeing him like this?

“We could top and tail?” you joke, sending him a nervous smile. You exhaled in relief when he sent you one back.

“Aemond”

“Hm”

You stood before him, fiddling with the neckline of your dress that framed your decolletage. One hand on your stomach, as if to stabilise your breathing.

“I-”

“You looked beautiful tonight” he interrupted. You looked up to him across the room, seeing him stand before the fire in his shirt sought to stir something within you and you were suddenly nervous, “when you were dancing”

He took several steps towards you and you closed your eyes as his presence, his scent enveloped you. It was familiar. It felt safe.

“It reminded me of that night I saw you” the closeness of his voice urged you to look up at his tall form, his body seemingly encapsulating you. His expression was entirely unreadable and you could not tell if he was frustrated or happy. There was a sense of holding back to it all.

“And how much I wanted you”

The way he whispered these words to you made an inaudible gasp escape you, your hands tightening on your dress. You watched his mouth move slowly with those sweet words coming out.

“How much I still want you”

A scattered breath left you and you became aware of his heat standing here opposite you, hair down, clad only in his white undershirt and trousers, you swallowed heavily.

“Aemond”

Silence. He simply stood and listened to you. Listened while you found your words.

“I have felt the most helpless in the last few weeks…than in my life” you said quietly, as if speaking any louder would disturb the air around you. And you admired the way he simply stood there, expressive as usual.

“My desires, my life, my choice…they do not belong to me…”

It all felt so sombre and intimate, like you were the only two people in the world. And that air came back once more. Like when you were on the island.

“...fuck that”

Aemond almost let a smile pass his lips at the vulgar words that passed your lips.

“I wish to choose” you nod your head at him, “Take me”

At this, Aemond let a shattered breath pass through him, staring forwards at you, wanting so desperately to do your bidding. You could see his fingers clench into a fist.

“I cannot”

Your face fell for a moment “Why?”

“Because that will be it” was his only answer, and the vagueness of it made you go to question him once more, “I would need to have you”

You found yourself unable to move from your spot as his body closed the space between you, eyes struggling to stay open as his hand slid to the back of your neck, warming the skin there. Your mouth opened to say something to him, but you were unsure what.

“I would be wed to you, forever”

He was so addictive, you found yourself closing the little space there was between you, his breath fanning over your lips so dreamily. He did not feel real.

“Then make me yours”

No sooner did this comment pass your lips than he slotted his lips against yours in a searing kiss, allowing himself this one good thing in his life. A gasp turned into a moan in his mouth as his palm lay flat on your head to bring you closer to him, his other circling your back to pull at the already loosened strings of your dress. They tangled in his fingers with his franticness and you could feel the warm flood of desire run through your body at feeling his need.

Completely caught up in his needing kiss, your hands raked at his back, earning a yearning groan from him that seemed to echo through your very bones. Once the back of your dress was loosened he pried apart the sides to pull the dress from your shoulders, all the blood rushing straight to his cock at the realisation that there was nothing underneath.

For a moment, the dress hung off your shoulders, shivering once you felt his warm hands descend on your waist, hands meeting in the middle of your back, smoothing down the line that ran from your nape to disappear at your hips. The cold air shocked you for a moment and you felt the arousal grow even more so at his large hands holding you in place before him.

You pulled the sleeve off one shoulder, allowing the dress to pool unceremoniously at your feet. Hands immediately tugged at his undershirt and just like that it had been discarded after he pulled it over his head. Your nipples, hardened at the arousal of it all, pressed against his bare chest and you could not help the pathetic moan that came from you at this shameful contact.

As he had done before, he had backed you up against the bed, allowing your body to fall onto the mattress beneath him, your darkened locks falling around you. From here, you looked up at the half-bare man before you and how he stared down, iris blown with clear lust. You felt so bare beneath him, your own body still slotted between his broadened thighs, encased beneath him here.

A heat rose to your cunt as his eye studied your body with that trained eye of his and you could only watch as you saw it turn from a need, to a lust. He knew what his body wanted, and could no longer deny it to himself. You could clearly see the contents of his arousal straining against his trousers and this only made you want it more, knowing that he was desperate to take you.

“iksā gevie” he said quietly, bending down to catch you in another searing kiss while he placed himself between your legs. All the reality of the situation hitting you like a cold wind to your face.

As his mouth descended to your neck to kiss you there, you could hear him whisper, “If you want to stop…”

“I do not” you complete, hands desperately going to his back, leaving marks where your fingers had been.

A shaky moan left your body almost without you realising feeling his dexterous fingers at your desperate heat, feeling the vibration of a muffled laugh at your neck at feeling how ready for him you already were. Knitting your eyebrows in the pleasure of his fingers against you, you bucked against his hand as he almost expertly smeared your desire over your sensitive bud.

You wanted it and yet your legs pressed against him harshly as he continued his ministrations, every gasp, every moan goading him to continue. And after all the times you had pleasured yourself to the thought of him doing exactly this, the reality of it was all-consuming. You felt whole as one hand pleasured you and the other kneaded the flesh of your breast, his warming tongue slipping over your nipple, sending your back arching towards him.

Now your fingernails marked his back, desperate for a sense of completion, a release from this torturous teasing. One finger made light work rubbing your sensitive spot, while another slipped effortlessly inside you, pushing on a spot that made the breath in your throat die instantly. His fingers were longer, thicker than yours, so his ministrations that you had done to yourself only felt more heavenly.

“Aemond…” you say quietly, one hand slipping between you both to steal a grip at his ever-aching cock, his own eyebrows knitting together at the feeling of your hand around the bulge of his member. How he had wanted to do this for weeks, months.

Stealing a kiss from you, he leaned over you to meet your eyes. Your irises were blown wide with desire, but your differing eye colours still sought to blaze through. Your breath hurried as he continued to fuck you with his fingers, reaching that achingly good spot inside that sent your eyes squeezed shut. One hand gripped the sheets beneath you at his motions, his speed, almost as desperate to make you cum for him.

Feeling that ache of arousal push to your cunt, your mouth opened and a strangled moan left your arching body as the first of many waves of pleasure were fucked from you. All the blood rushing to your ears as this feeling worked through you, almost embarrassingly as you heard the evidence of your pleasure against his fingers.

You placed your hand against his wrist, wordlessly asking him to stop as the overstimulation began. His eye stared down at you, watching as the collarbones at your chest rose and fall with your labored breath. The thought of you belonging purely to him made his cock impossibly harder.

Catching your breath, you opened your eyes forcefully to an even more impossibly beautiful image of the man before you. And it was not just him, it was his look. The insecurity of not knowing what he was thinking temporarily making you anxious.

All these seemed to flutter away when he leaned down to kiss you once more, fingers tangling in your hair. The heat of the situation gained momentum, his kiss seemed to deepen and his weight was hefty on top of you. You gasped as you felt his hand on top of yours to push his trousers down, his erection pressing into you and only serving to make you audibly moan for him. You could hear his breath next to your ear, feeling himself pressed against you so intimately.

Reaching down, he took his cock in his hand and you felt the tip press against your cunt so gently. You swallowed your breath, pausing to look up at him, feeling a heat in your cheeks at seeing him so intimately in between your legs. And right now, he looked simply divine there.

“Tell me to stop…if-” he says quietly,

You raise your hand to his face, thumb tracing the bottom of his scar.

“I’ll be fine”

You pushed your lips against his needily as he rested his body on his forearms either side of your head, multiple groans leaving his throat through you as he sunk deeper and deeper into you. For a moment, he came away, mouth held open to allow a shattered moan to escape as he bottomed inside of you, his hand gripping your thigh harshly and so hard you were sure it would leave marks tomorrow. At the time, you thought that perhaps this was a way of marking you, making you his. But it was clear that it was just an effort to hold himself back.

With hefty breaths you arched your back, the stinging of him sliding into you for the first time making your eyes meet the rafters at the roof, hands clambering at his back. With furrowed eyebrows you heard him speak,

“Relax…you squeezing too hard…” one of his hands slid through your hair to calm you.

A breath escaped, “‘m sorry…”

Taking a deep breath inwards, you made an effort to relax your body, to relax your muscles that had squeezed around him, which right now seemed easier said than done. Your fingers raked into his hair to bring his lips to yours again as the slight pain subsided more and more, relishing in the feeling of his body slotted into yours and just how right it all felt. You moaned into his mouth when you felt him push slightly into you, nudging that sensitive part inside you, and it shocked you to think there was more of him left.

Aemond could not string together a coherent thought as he stilled for a moment, feeling you start to relax around him and your body relent to the motions of intimacy. His mind raced at the reality of having you underneath him, eyes softly closed, relishing in the mere feeling of fullness. Some of the emotions were difficult to decipher specifically and there were so many, they seemed to merge together. But he knew that he felt whole.

Snaking your hand into his hair once more, feeling his shuddering breaths on your neck, smiling at knowing how much he was holding back, you press your lips to his ear.

“I love you, Aemond…”

He propped himself back up on his forearms to look down at you, the colour from his eye almost completely gone with his blackened iris. His hair seemed to glow from the light of the fireplace, falling in ribbon-like curtains around his face, the ends falling against your chest. You wondered how a man could be as beautiful as this.

It took a moment to realise that your words seemed to awaken something in him and at this you felt his already hard cock harden even more so inside you, his fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs. And you saw the almost pained look on his face.

He was waiting for permission.

“I’m okay…” you say.

His breath seemed the loudest thing in the room as he slid out and then back in again, with a gentleness you did not anticipate given how agitated he looked. You gripped his arm in a vice-like manner to pull him closer to you, wanting more of the delicious drag that only he could give you. His head seemed to fall into the crook of your neck, mouth agape in a silent moan as his hips rutted into you over and over.

But you could no longer hold back the moans that threatened to escape as the feeling started to escalate dramatically so. The sheer sound of it was erotic enough, coupled with his teeth biting at the sensitive skin of your neck, it was all quickly spiraling into the realm of uncontrollable lust.

His movements only seemed to speed up as he gripped one of your wrists and held it down to the mattress below, allowing your moans to spur him on further. And the sounds he made when pressed flushed with your skin. It was enough to drive you into a maddening frenzy.

You could feel yourself come undone by the second with his hips snapping against yours without mercy, chasing the highs you both so desired and coming ever-closer. Eyes were closed softly as you felt his grip on your wrist only tighten, as well as the tightening coil in your abdomen that Aemond threatened to release.

“Aemond…” you breathe in a half choked moan, smiling into him when his hand came to your throat to gently squeeze, encapsulating you in a passionate kiss, all while still pushing into you heavier. It was clear he would last no longer than you, feeling you start to tense around him at the shock of his large hands at your neck. How sinful it felt. But how good. And he did not tighten his grip, not intent on holding you down, but more so to keep you before him as if you may disappear.

“I want to hear you..”

Gods, even his words in the throws of pleasure seemed enough. Your body absorbed his praise as it were the air you breathe.

“You feel so good…”

It was at this moment, you could tell he was chasing your high as well as his own. You didn’t want it to end, it all felt so good. His thumb stroked over your throat and you looked up to see his half-lidded gaze down at you, and at meeting your eyes he sent a satisfied smile down at you. You could barely give him one back before feeling your high begin to escape, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling pushing down around Aemond’s cock.

“Aemond, I-” came your strangled voice between loud moans.

“No..” he whispered, taking your jaw in his fingers to make you face him, “...look at me”

And that was all it took to send your body to spasm, watching as Aemond looked down at you the whole time. Eventually though, even he had to clamp his eye shut and mouth open, and there was only silence for a moment until a shattered moan came from him. The feeling of you clenching around him only sending him further into bliss.

Your fingers sank into his skin as your orgasm washed over you. Aemond forgot himself for a moment, too lost in the feeling of you keeping him within and quickly pulled out, the hot streaks of his release coating your stomach. The warm feeling of it making you moan out, fluttered eyes staring at the man above, who was still too lost in his own pleasure to open his eye again. It seemed the perfect end to the eroticism of the act.

Never have two breaths seemed so loud in a room than those seconds after your highs. The weakening of your muscles and the softness of the bed, rest and sleep was drawing you further and further in. And all you could do was stare at the ceiling, jumping slightly at the feeling of a rag cleaning you up and the soft peck of a kiss to your inner thigh.

He looked back up at you with that look in his eye again. Heart quickening at the thought that he may not have been finished with you.

“We are wed in soul, my love”

You send him a breathy laugh.

“I have not yet said yes”

He leaned over you and pushed a stand of curled hair away from your face. That smirk was still on his face.

“Yes, you have”

He would allow himself the one good thing in life he truly wanted.

Taglist: @m00n5t0n3 @boofy1998 @merakiaes @hanihoney88 @let-love-bleeds-red @bellaisasleep @watercolorskyy @heavenley1927

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lazybutsmexy · 2 years ago

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Happy Valentines day! I saw your blurbs post and since I really like Al rn, what about an Alejandro and fem reader? Thank you😚😚💐💐

I get you nonnie, Alejandro is sooo dreamy 🥺😩♥️ uuuh I think it got a bit longer than intended, but whatever, he deserves it 🥰

Warnings: Alejandro is a bit sad in the beginning, but it's all fluff in the end ♥️

Alejandro shut the door to his home behind him, and let out a tired sigh as he toed off his boots.

The day had lasted forever, and he had been unable to spare even a minute to escape from his post at a more decent hour. He had to be in so many interrogations, and had grown more irritable the longer they went on.

It was now past midnight, he confirmed with a wry glance to his wristwatch. Valentine's Day had come and gone, and he was now mentally ready to grovel at her feet for forgiveness.

His wife deserved so much better than spending Valentine's Day without her husband there to spoil her rotten, like she deserved.

A soft music interrupted his train of thought with a screech, and he stepped into the living room, where the candlelight illuminated a lavishly set table I'm the middle of the room.

"Bienvenido a casa, Señor Vargas,(1)" his wife cooed, and he followed her voice until he finally spotted her by the staircase. His mouth hung open in shock, eating her up with his stare. She looked absolutely ravishing, the cocktail dress hugging her figure deliciously, "tienes hambre, mi amor?(2)"

Alejandro had to shake himself out of his stupor, and force himself to pull his thoughts in order, before he decidedly stepped up to her, an apology ready in his lips.

"Mi vida, cielito mío, lo siento tanto, yo-(3)" he was interrupted by soft, creamy lips sealing his own chapped ones shut, and Alejandro let out a groan. He never liked to be interrupted, but would never mind it if it was done like this, by her - only by her.

His hands found her waist and pulled her closer, hoping to pour every possible apology into every move of his lips. She pulled away, however, and chuckled softly when he pursued her. Her hands cupped his cheeks with a tenderness he was still getting used to after so many years in the army, and her eyes searched his in the dim light, shining like jewels.

"I know, mi amor, and I understand," she hummed softly, stroking his stubble and placing a soft kiss on his chin, "that's why I prepared this, and waited for you," she pulled his face lower, her lips leaving butterfly kisses on his cheeks, his nose, his lips again, "siempre que vuelvas a mí, esperaré toda la vida si es necesario.(4)"

Alejandro pressed his forehead against his beloved, and pulled her flush against him. His heart drummed loudly against his ribcage, and he felt himself falling in love with her all over again. "Ni el Diablo podría evitar que vuelva a tus brazos,(5)" he promised, pulling her back in a deep kiss.

She smiled into his lips, knowing he meant every letter, every word. He was her Alejandro, after all.

Translations:

Welcome home, Mister Vargas

Are you hungry, my love?

My love, my little sky, I'm so sorry, I-

As long as you come back to me, I will wait all my life if it's necessary

Not even the Devil would be able to prevent me from coming back to your arms.

#ask #answered #anonymous #nonnie ask #alejandro vargas #alejandro vargas cod #alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro vargas x reader imagines #alejandro vargas x reader scenarios #alejandro vargas x reader fluff #cod mw2 #cod mw2 x reader #cod mwii #cod mwii x reader #i want to be his wife so bad 🥺♥️

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alien-girl-21 · 9 months ago

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today on posts that are for me and me only but i hope you get my vision, i present to you:

Songs in Spanish I think Käärijä and Joker Out members would like:

Käärijä:

BZRP Music Sessions #51

This song is sooo cunty + the references in the lyrics/rhymes are INSANE, Jere would go so fucking hard with this I don't have proof but I don't have doubts

Kali Uchis, Peso Pluma - Igual Que Un Ángel

Girlypop song, cute beat, the lyrics of the chorus literally being "god's favorite and she knows" (because she is god's favorite). Deffinitely not influenced by me showing pictures of Jere to people irl and them saying he looks like Peso Pluma (he doesn't)

Bojan:

Soda Stereo - De Música Ligera

Tbh all of Joker Out would love this song, it feels very them, but Bojan gives vibes of a Cerati fanboy that would hear you mention Soda Stereo and would ask you to name 3 songs by them and this was probably the first song he learned how to play on the guitar. Very good song, a classic, if you haven't heard this one yet, please do

Romeo Santos - Propuesta Indecente

I'm laughing so hard at myself going from 90s latam rock to bachata but hear me out. Bojan likes to dance, bachata is a genre with a pretty intricate dance that Bojan would learn to surprise girls with at parties. Also bachata just feels very him??? and this song is iconic and it had a pretty popular meme back in the day he would still quote today

Jure:

Cuarteto de Nos - Enamorado tuyo

This is such a good vibes song, makes me happy listening to it, and I feel like Jure also likes these types of songs. Good, chill vibes

Los Enanitos Verdes - Lamento Boliviano

Another classic latam rock song, a general vibe, everyone knows the lyrics. I feel like Jure would really appreciate the drums on this one (also he would do the joke of "bolivian lament? fuck yeah, I would also lament it if I was from there" <- as a bolivian, I get him)

Kris:

Miranda! - Don

Kris is one of the girlies, this song is for the girlies. He would scream the chorus at the top of his lungs and would probably learn the guitar solo just to show off.

Belanova - Rosa Pastel

....... no I'm not giving Kris the songs meant for the girlies whatareyoutalkingabout

But in all seriousness, this song is so perfect for heart breaks/wanting to be angsty but make it pretty that I feel like Kris would have looped this song so much it led him to writing NGVOT, plus just imagine him vibing to it, it fits him so well

Nace:

Luis Miguel - Ahora te puedes marchar

We know Nace likes citypop, now what if I told you that Luismi is considered citypop by some and was pretty big in Japan in the height of citypop??? Yeah

Quevedo - Columbia

Nace would vibe to this at the club so hard, idk he gives the vibes that he would like Quevedo (and not inspired by a jance fic I was intending to write at some point ofc not 😁)

Jan:

Los Prisioneros - Tren Al Sur

Another latam rock classic, the keyboard at the beginning is pretty mysterious, feels pretty Jan coded imo

Natalia Lafourcade - Hasta la Raíz

One of the most beautiful songs I've listened to. I feel like Jan would appreciate the technical aspect of the song more for some reason, probably what he listens to when driving

#i also have a version of this with meme/joke/unserious spanish songs #but idk if you want to be subjected to whatever tf we have going on #anyways i made this instead of doing actually useful stuff (writing a fic AND doing homework so.... yeah)#hope you enjoy the songs listen to some tunes boy #käärijä #joker out #ofc we're maintagging why wouldn't we?

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angel-blitz · 5 months ago

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Also while I'm at it here's my thoughts on the new outfits (spoiler warning bc there's pics!!!)

Sweet angel. The curly hair😭😭 he's literally so cute I love him. He still has that dissociative stare 💗💗 no more blonde hair and beard thank God. I love you gomer gumper gooper

FUCK OH MY GOD he's nice :3 *visibly foaming at the mouth* the heart belt buckle is. Waow. Debby ryan smirk gif. What's that about

Oh you little fucking freak😭 I will always prefer the previous super shaggy ernest but I love this one bc he absolutely WILL make fun of you. Mean ass (the green contacts I am DEAD boy take those out and show us those gorgeous hazel eyes)

Woahh mamas. The blush on the fur is super cute. Teddi reminds me of a sweet old lady that works at a lil salon. Trixie is so girlypop. I love women and I know they love each other too

Oh Terrance sweet angel. He's so soft and fluffy. Also has green eyes? They look cute but I miss the brown. But he is sooo precious. Even more fluttershy core

Are you going to a wedding??? Sir??? Jokes I think he's super cute and so fancy omg. Maybe now ppl will stop making freddy fazbear jokes with his top hat gone

The fog??? The blue glow??? All effects of the radiation emitting from wendells breakfast (mercury). He's got big cheeks like a chipmunk his eyebrows are making me SOB (Also I feel like low key he's an ass for stabbing Henry in the back like this😭 did we just forget wendell is MARRIED??? WITH A SON???)

Big als so cute he has TEETH YAYY he remembered his dentures. Not way too much changed abt him and I appreciate that

Who's goddamn white baby is that

#spoilers #country bear jamboree #i love you romeo hehe

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norellenilia · 9 months ago

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Finally continuing the FMA 03 rewatch I started 3 years ago, I just rewatched episodes 17 to 25, I have many feelings.

So, SOOO many wholesome moments, from Scar telling Al that he saw his real tears, to Ed and Winry remembering that time when Den ate Alphonse' cake slice and poor baby boy cried his heart out, to Al being so nice to Sciezka

Winry is incredible and I can't remember why the hell I used to hate her when I first watched as a teenager, without her the Elrics would've gone nowhere

They're also very ungrateful towards her, but at least Ed makes efforts to be better when she calls him out on his bullshit

That old Ishvalan dude looking after Rick and Leo has his tunic patched with some floral fabric and I find that incredibly funny

Ed is called out so much more in this than in mangahood, and we're clearly meant to think that he is indeed wrong, like in these 9 episodes I rewatched, Winry yells at him several times about him being unfair to her and to Pinako, Al yells at him, Maria yells at him, the Slicer Brothers yell at him about how him calling them humans makes their lives in the armor meaningless etc, and I feel like everytime, I was like "yeah, they got a point" and the show wants us to think that yeah, Ed should apologize to Winry and Al, yeah, the Slicer Bros situation is more complex than Ed thinks it is, he's not always right, in fact he's quite often wrong, and PROVEN wrong throughout the series, or at the very least he is told that his worldview and his experiences are not the only ones that are valid, and all of that is what's making him grow, and it's been a while since I read the manga/watched BH, but from what I remember, Ed is The Hero, therefore He Is Right almost every time, and honestly I prefer 03's version, I find that more interesting

The rain poured so much harder at Hughes' funeral this time around bc since the last time I watched this scene I lost my dad too

Anyway I love this show, can't wait to go past the Dublith section because I've had a lot of rewatches stop after that for some reason??

#fma #fma03 #fma 03 #fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchemist 2003 #nore rewatches fma

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age-of-play-i-say · 2 years ago

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Daddy's Plush Replacement, pt. 2

I truly . . . this has gotten away from me, ummm, please blame @justpottytime, enjoy!

This is the best night of my life. My Daddy loves me so much.

I’ve been humping for forever, mesmerized and soft. Edging and plateuing and playing. Smelling Daddy’s shirt, the plushie cover on Teddie rubbing my nipples and winkie. I moan into Teddie’s neck, tangled in my own hair a little bit. I slow down my humpies, sit back on my knees and assess.

Teddie lay still, cock sprung free from beneath my belly.

Teddie was big. Bigger than Daddy.

My walls twitch and I hear myself whine.

No one’s here to stop me or slow me down or make me be careful, I can do what I want,

I’m not a brat, but I am an opportunist.

First thing’s first. I pull back and stand up, pulling my shirt off and tossing it to the side, now only wearing socks. I snatch a sippy that looks full of a cranberry ginger ale, my favorite soda. My heart and pussy feel warm again at the most recent reminder of Daddy’s care.

When I turn back to the bed, I find another. In another small basket on the side table is lube, a few toys, and some liberator towels. There's also a disc case, with a post-it labeled "For Tingles Only - Little or Big".

Curious, I load it into my DVD player Daddy set up for me, too little to wrangle the internet. I nearly fall back onto the daybed when Daddy's beautiful voice comes out of the speakers:

"Hi, Peanut. If you found this, you're probably still Little, which means you're indecisive but unbearably horny."

I nod to myself, trying not to get too embarrassed, overwhelmed by Daddy, despite his physical absence.

"Well, I figured I can help, since I'm so big and I know you so well!

"You have a few choices. You can use this audio, which is designed to get you off without having aaaany big thoughts whatsoever.

"First, tuck that liberator towel under Teddie's strap, just in case you get too excited."

I move to do it, feeling myself relax and drop into my body, taking instructions from Daddy with ease.

"The next two scenes you can skip to are videos for big kid tingles. One shows Daddy solo in our bed, talking about what I want to do with you, Peanut. It's very detailed.

"The other is a video at work, taken right after you told Daddy to pick up sippies with groceries after work. You called me 'Dada' during that voice memo, Peanut, and whewwww, it really made an impression."

I feel another sticky gush coat my thighs as I think of my Daddy, sweating and huffing in a stall, desperate and trying to stay quiet.

All over me saying 'Dada'.

I get several ideas at once, but I shake them out of my head for now, staying fuzzy for Daddy.

"You can decide on videos later, Peanut, for now, grab the lube in the basket and coat Teddie's strap with it. Be generous, no matter how wet you already are."

Whining, my walls already stuttering, I apply a generous amount of lube to Teddie's thingy. I'm breathing hard, but I wait for Daddy.

"Good baby! Now take the leftovers and spread a little on your peepee. Give it an extra little tug for Daddy."

I do. Sparks fly behind my closed eyes. I'm alone, there's no need to be quiet, but I feel shy.

"Stay noisy, Little One. No need to hold in your pleasure.

"Now, crawl into Teddie's lap. . .

"Good, now sit - lightly! - on his big cock. I want your entrance pulsing around his tip. . . Does that feel sooo good baby? Teddie's gonna give you a big stretch so soon! Ohhh, baby, oh mm-"

Daddy cuts off unexpectedly, right as his instructions make me clench on Teddie's big tip.

"Okay unh, ah, okay. Good Peanut. Daddy loves you so much. Okay. Sit up on your knees, relax all your tush and tummy muscles. Ready? Time to mount Teddie. Take your left hand to guide him in further. Your right should be attending to your hard little baby button in front. I'm gonna give you a moment to get settled. You're allowed to come whenever you feel it, okay Little one? Daddy trusts you. . .

"Now sit down on Teddie's cock. Good Baby."

I'm so tightly wound up. As soon as the rest of the strap slipped past my entrance, I started coming for the first time. Rocking my hips in tiny thrusts into my hand, two fingers barely grazing my throbbing little winkie, I see sparkles on the edge of my vision. I let my eyes cross and I stick my tongue out, right as I hear,

"I know it, Little One, I know it feels sooo good with Teddie filling you up. Come for Teddie, baby, come on–"

I explode, eyes closed and body and cunt quivering, milking Teddie's cock. He's so big and it feels so goooood, just like Daddy said. I still feel restless and I bring my hand back to my winkie.

I gasp. I'm still hard, still close somehow. I wrap my hand around my peepee and start polishing my flagpole the old-fashioned way.

"I think you should try to come again, baby. You can grab a toy from the basket, or just rub your peepee for Dada. Keep rubbing, Little one, just rub and rub until it feels like you're gonna explode with all the tingles!

Teddie's big cock stretching me out, the plush pressing against my tush, my legs, my privates. I wriggled a bit, and the plush provided the tactile stimulation I needed to clamp down on Teddie's strap and start keening. I jerk back once, twice, before my vision whites out and I feel another, bigger gush rush out, wetness immediately drawn down into the towel. I come for so long, the keening cuts to silence because I simply run out of air.

I feel spent, happy, and wiggly. I'm satisfied. For now. Daddy's voice floats by again, more in control of himself this time. I smile thinking of Daddy getting all hard and humpy for his baby while trying to ensure my pleasure.

"My good Peanut, I hope you had fun with this. I'm gonna wrap up here, but if you want to keep Teddie warm like you do for Daddy, by all means, please do. Love you, Peanut!" The audio scene ends and pauses automatically, screen blinking with the option to continue to the next scenes. If only I could reach the remote!

I smile and tip forward, lying on Teddie. I can really feel the stretch of his cock from this angle. Now his belly pressed in the cradle of my legs. His plush rubbed at my soft peepee, providing the perfect amount of ticklish friction. I laugh out loud, settling my head and torso on Daddy's shirt.

Feels like Dada's mustache on my baby button!

I giggle again, and the plush tickles my peepee more.

I feel so loved, happy and whole.

And relaxed. And sleepy.

Keep Teddie warm, Dada said so. My last coherent thought.

*(pee stuff after this break, some light diaper stuff, part 3 will be focused on mostly that, jsyk)*

I come to suddenly. I grab my phone to see a few hours have passed and Daddy has checked into his hotel and sent a few updates on his drive.

I think of him alone in that hotel room. Poor Daddy! At least I have Teddie and his cock to keep me company.

I roll my hips down to get some friction inside but get more than I bargained for when the plushie bear belly all around my winkie makes me squeak and gush.

I lean down to adjust the liberator towel to make sure no juices get on Teddie. He's such a clean boy. So handsome, too.

I look down to where Teddie has me speared on his cock. I grab my phone and throw out the kickstand on the bedside table. Wanna send Dada a treat, looks so tingly!

I hit record, lift Teddie's torso up to gather in my arms, and start grinding my hips back and forth and back and forth.

I'm so tight and so sensitive after my little snooze.

Sitting with Teddie's cock inside instead of riding changed his position - now his big cock head was rubbing relentlessly on my front wall.

I'm not gonna last! I realize. And reach behind the camera to pluck a small vibe out of the basket. I tuck in between my peepee and the plushie.

My eyes roll back and I start shaking immediately. My orgasm builds and builds until my eyes are closed again, orgasm building its way up my spine before my pussy clenches and I peak again, gasping and snapping my hips in Teddie’s lap.

I come down, taking note of how wet everything is underneath me. I try to catch my breath, checking the towel to make sure, and sure enough, the absorbent barrier held! I wrinkle my nose at the yucky smell, but I feel accomplished and silly.

I giggle, but it soon turns to a grimace.

Something still feels heavy in my pelvis, a bit sharp, like I need to come again. I had intended to stop the recording and keep warming Teddie, but as soon as I bounce my hips once more, I know that’s not in the cards.

My eyes fly open in recognition and I toss the vibe in the basket, knocking my phone sideways. I think of the potty corner and scrunch up my face, scrambling off Teddie with shaking legs.

The smell of my squirties wafts up from the saturated towel and my cheeks redden with a whimper. Those weren't all just cummies. I forgot I had slept a few hours and- I look around and find the empty sippy that held a full soda. No wonder my poor baby bladder is bursting!

Using my big kid muscle, I just barely make it to the ground without leaks.

Am I naughty? Wanna be good for Daddy.

“Am good! Am good baby! Didn’ know ‘bout potties - and Teddie’s all dry!” I reason with myself aloud, trying not to panic.

I had managed not to wet Teddie, as Daddy asked, but I could feel the pressure rising again, my poor bladder tired from the pounding it had just received. I grabbed at my baby parts, squealing when I made contact with my oversensitive little tdick.

A leak escaped, freely dribbling onto the carpet. My eyes find the basket of diapers and I press my thighs together, shuffling low and slow towards my corner in hopes I can make it to my relief.

#maple writes #maple speaks #Daddy and Peanut #ab/dl post #mind the in story content alert #I know some people love ag4play without p3e so don't say I never did anything for you

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NOOO FUCKING WAYYY *YOU* JUST CALLED *ME* AN ATTENTION WHORE WHATT 😀😀

the guy who caused an ENTIRE RING OF HELL to BLACKOUT ON POWER *just* bc the old flame that broke his heart was back. and this guy was sooo pissy that his heartbreaker didnt immediately run to him that he tried to perform a disstrack LIVE ON BROADCAST (and i bet that shit was scripted too huh, bet you had that song ready for yearsss just waiting for somethin to happen huh) only to GET HIS ASS HANDED TO HIM IN FRONT OF ALL OF PENTAGRAM CITTTYYY BY THAT SAME OLD FLAME ABSOLUTELY ROASTING HIS ASS ON THE FLY. and then dont even get me STARTED on the way you were all tucked up in your little tower like a shitty rapunzel while al actually fought the angels. "bUT hE lOSt" well i wonder if you could do any better, babes, would LOVE to see you do so <3<3

[Just how much effort did you put in to this ask, viewer? Also, I find the amount of sheer boot-kissing you’re all doing to Him just degrading. You poor, poor souls.]

And also, I’d just like to say that I could very much take on an angel army using only my own powers and resources.

The old man was out of practice and overconfident, and then he fled like a startled deer 💙⚡️🩵

#a/v² #ask the tv bitch #flat fuck voxday #anons be at it again #cannibals and radio #hazbin hotel rp blog

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hiiii i hope you know how much i love ghe way u write haitham !!! also sooo true haitham is definitely autistic!! (me too haitham me too) i think u get how haitham is actually a quite kind and selfless person despite people think hes arrogant, egoistical and such but like if u read some if his voicelines like the one where hes asked what concerns he has he says smth not about him but how people tend to hurt themself and like cmon would an egoistical person have that concern??? also he doesnt look down on anyone its just he knows how capable he is and like ughhhh i feel like ur writing is a breath of fresh air cause like some people make it seem like hes some arrogant dude BUT HES NOT HES JUST AUTISTIC GUYS like when people say they dont like him and its just traits that autistic people usually have…. anyway thank you for sharing ur writing i love going through ur haitham tag it makes my day

HELLO HI I LITERALLY READ THIS LIKE 3 TIMES AND MY SMILE GOT SOOOO BIG EACH TIME IM GONNA TRY NOT TO RAMBLE AS I ANSWER THIS

but omg yesyesyes i agree he’s got so much pointing towards him being autistic and ppl will bash so many things ab him and it makes me so sad but also i’m like … maybe u ppl just don’t like traits that tend to describe autistic ppl idk … BUT i read so many fics of him being autistic and i see kaveh having adhd a lot in fics where they’re written to be neurodivergent and i think the authors i’ve read from so far have done such a good job of writing them and yeah. u get it. he’s definitely got sensory issues i know this is so real and true in my heart

AND HE IS SOOOOOOO KIND. i think ppl gloss over the fact that al-haitham doesn’t look down at anyone so much like everything about this man is so disciplined. so disciplined. like someone of his intelligence in a nation like sumeru could do sooo much bad but he literally just wants to have simple life where he goes to work and goes right home HE JUST WANTS PEACE. and his voice lines IF PPL WOULD JUST READ THEM. like the one about when ppl read difficult and abstruse books and then he says “jk i don’t enjoy watching ppl struggle lol” AND YES. THE ONE WHERE HE BASICALLY WOES ABOUR HOW PPL MAKE THEIR LIVES MORE DIFFICULT THAN IT NEEDS TK BE. he’s so caring by nature and i feel like even he doesn’t even understand that to some extent like i think he sees himself as a practical guy who just wants everyone to have peace for the sake of practicality. BUT HE ALSO JUST. CARES. YOU KNOW ?????????? they way it’s just canon that he’s misunderstood by ppl at the akademiya and he just doesn’t bother to correct them bc he doesn’t care to. THROWS UP HES SOOOOOOOOOO LOVELY I WISH MORE PPL WOULD SEE IT. i cannot tell u how many fics i read and then have to close bc. they just. THEY MAKE HIM SO ARROGANT AND MEAN BUT ARROGANCE =/= CONFIDENCE. he’s aware of his capabilities okay :( he’s not some condescending know it all. im just rly picky ab the way he’s written fjsjdjf so then i’m like. ok. i gotta write the content i wanna see 😔

but omg i’m rly glad you read and like my haitham writing sometimes i get carried away and make it so like…self servicing w the way i write him and the dialogue and then i get embarrassed to post it skfjsjfn but i’m very excited u like it I AM KISSINF U ON THE MOUF and also i am kissing ur brain for understanding him

#asks!#i did indeed ramble but #HE MAKES ME LOSE MY COMPOSURE OK

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i do however think that jonathan eventually bonds with them (i mean, evidently so since he and mina name their child after all of them and i doubt he'd agree to that otherwise). of course he expects them to stay in touch with mina after the whole ordeal is over, she was everyone's favorite, no shit, but during that time jonathan himself would grow closer to everyone else too. both because he gets to interact with them in a non-vampire hunting constantly working life threatening scenario that does Not consume him wholly and prevent him from perceiving anyone around him, but also because they also realize that huh okay turns out jonathan has not been in his default setting this entire time and he's a completely likeable and approachable guy when he's not in intense murder work mode. plus they've been through like,,,severely traumatic events together so either way the whole group's just kinda glued to each other, even if jonathan never got full on chummy bud pal with them he knows that they're his people now, he's not just there as mina's husband.

i also like to think he'd have one of those Random Ass 3 am deep conversations slash therapy sessions slash bonding moments with quincey a little right before the end. but that's completely and unashamedly just because it makes the end Even sadder and i love to give my favorite characters pain. which would be even sadder considering all that because that would make quincey the first one out of the group that jonathan kind of warmed up to and felt connected to. and then like a day later he'd have to watch him d

im extremely sorry for this the anonymity of these asks gives me too many rambling tendencies and makes the angst gears turn.

OKAY. GOD. ONE DAY YOU GUYS ARE GONNA HAVE TO STOP ASKING QUESTIOns-- ᵒʰ ᵐʸ ᵍᵒᵈ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵒⁿᵉ'ˢ ˢᵒ ˡᵒⁿᵍ

so the anonymity is the cause huh? hmmmmm

tiny callout "i doubt he'd agree to that otherwise" oh honey. Do you think he'd say no to Mina wanting to name their child (the one she birthed) after her best friends? Especially the friend who died to save her life just like he promised? I don't think Jono would deny her that, even if he never got closer to the others... ever.

Dunno how you'd have VH and Jonathan bond, and yet I wrote it into my fanfic. But well, that comfort scene required rewriting their entire meeting from the book. I had to change the focal point of the scene from being all about praising Mina in order to have these two interact on a greater-than-surface level. Yeah, I feel like this relationship's probably bunk in canon. "oh yeah, that's my wife's sexist adoptive father who actively endangered her life every chance he got. I still don't look him in the eyes come Christmas time."

Guys, the more you ask me about this the more aggressive against Van Helsing I get. I'm not trying to hate on him but you just keep reminding me he's a fucker.

I think there's potential for Jonathan and Arthur to develop a closer relationship post-novel. If Arthur's keeping to his word and being a proper brother to Mina, he's sure gonna be in both of their lives. They even got a headstart being stuck together on a boat. He's also just very weepy. It's so much easier to trust a man who allows himself to cry.

Meanwhile, if Jack stays at the asylum, I never see Jonathan opening up to him. Jonathan's a working middle-class man with sooo much baggage, confiding in a man who owns an asylum feels too much like selling yourself out to the cops. Jonathan gets to be a bit wary there. Who will defend him if Jack thinks he needs to be locked up? Mina, of course! But their team has gone against Mina in the past. Hopefully, Jack gets a new job.

Jonathan and Quincey having a heart-to-heart before they all split up... yeah sure. And I can even believe Jonathan not recording it if, say, during the conversation, he let slip that he did not intend to outlive Mina, no matter what needed to be done to prevent such an occurrence. But that comradery is taken to Quincey's grave.

There's also just the issue of what does Jonathan have in common with any of these men? 'Cause that's a big part of actively being friends with someone as opposed to acquaintances: shared interests and hobbies. What shared interests and hobbies do the Suitors have amongst themselves? Camping, hunting,,, gay sex. What do they share with Jonathan? Mina... maybe also gay sex but that's something you work UP to when you're trying to establish a long-lasting relationship.

Like, none of them like to write. And Jonathan is a poor city boy. His experience with roughing it out in the wilderness was very traumatic. I feel like if he ever does bond with the boys? It's gonna be hard. Really fucking hard on his mental state. Because he'll have to stretch himself thin doing stuff they're interested in and watching as they have fun together while he blends into the background. I know that because that's the story of my damn life. It's not enough to know rationally that people are trying to make you feel included because the very fact that it isn't working is enough to make you want to curl into a ball and ask to be sent home.

#am i projecting too much anger at VH onto Jonathan #of course i am- there's the door if that's an issue #update #people ask me things #jonathan harker #dracula daily #dracula

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Have you ever had a relationship with GOD/YHWH? Have you asked HIM things, for help/understanding?

What is stopping you from pursuing a life w/ someone WHO will never leave you and has your best at heart?

𝗔𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱: 'If you do not know where you want to go, then it doesn't matter which path you take.'

I'm always saying I don't know what is happening or why I'm feeling despondent

— so I agree we don't know how to live.

We're all unique snowflakes, but I think divorce & drugs and alcohol exists so we can try to calm down from all the anger and rage we feel when 𝘄𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 — or the way we want to be treated or remembered.

1.] If 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝘂𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿, Hell is basic entry level for everyone, &

2.] If GOD sent HIS SON to die on the cross in our place to avoid this Hell and lead us thru life by HIS HOLY SPIRIT; &

3.] HE says there is only 1-way forward & JESUS is the way/truth/life, that no one comes to the FATHER except thru JESUS. [John 14:6]

Why would we ever avoid HIS easy yoke? Why wouldn't we ask HIM in to show us the way?

We clearly don't have life/truth/way to GOD, unless we accept JESUS, & life/death begins forever after we're ejected from earth.

I wonder if you were to die in your sleep suddenly: Are you ready to be drop-kicked into eternity?

Case in point...

Rose you say you think about your mentor Albert a lot that he passed away suddenly [5:37] maybe that's the take away lesson here:

In the Bible it says there was a rich man who had so much money/wealth that he was thinking to himself he had more than enough to retire & live at ease for the rest of his life.

The problem was,

Luke 12:20 | ²⁰ But GOD said to him, ‘You fool! This very night your life will be required of you. Then who will own what you have accumulated?’

this is gonna be long, cause i have been wanting to write over this for a while*deep breathes*

lets start from 1st fact that I, am NOT Christian or into it by any means, I am a HINDU and I do not think I am the religious enough to fit in the criteria.

now lets talk about my relation with God, I do appreciate the "good" teachings of every religious texts and things, but I do not think GOD/ GODS are the place for help, when they could not answer me as a kid who was like helpless and lost, I dont think they every could. One can say to each their own, I see the theory of GOD more like a friend, a choice(will discuss later) . So no, i do not seek any relation with the GOD, i do not want to ask anyone anything anymore, if they REALLY had the best it WOULDNT be like this?? yk? its kinda fucked up to think but they are the ULTIMATE GOD so why are they doing this? iykwim. just my way to view tho.

now all the stories (yes i consider the teaching of bible, geeta, and other holy books as stories nonetheless)- i wouldnt say anything cause its not about my religion, i dont want to come offensive cause i have not enough information to make an opinion for now

FOR MY POINT OF VIEW on how i believe on god, its very simple

once a teacher of mine said -i dont believe in god, i just know there is a true good spirit showing you the right ways

and to add to that , i think, god is a very flawed concept, they wont pay your bills or heal your trauma or anything, they dont even talk lol, but THEY DO GIVE PEACE, like they are just a figment of my imagination that give me an idea of what kind of personality i want in me, Gods are someone i trusted and still do to share my life issues cause they are more like A PERSON WHO IS TRYING TO KEEP THINGS BALANCED to me than something divine, If you read Indian mythologies, mostly God mess up too, and then they solve it, they teach humans how to manage mess and how to not fuck up things in wrong proportions, not to lose humanity, even god are helpess in many situations sooo you know. I do love the religious festivities, stories, the peace being in a temple and things but i cant just be all devoted to them, thats toxic in my point of view. To me god is just a friend, i can talk to and have no other expectations, just hope that they know whatever they are doing is okay. God to me is just a teacher who gives me options and in the end its me who decides and makes my life how i want, and they do this to all humans, thats why things get bad its not the God choice, but the people. And this made me feel a bit better cause if you are just like the end is god and he is gonna be all healer and stuff, you will meet disappointment, i did not once or twice but so many times. God isnt going to help you, ever, they will only give you options, SO WHY MAKE THEM THE ULTIMATE WHEN IM THE ONE IN CONTROL?

IDK if this made sense to you anon, i know you mean well (hopefully, this is not a cult thing or something) and im not saying your way to trust god is wrong, it just doesn't suit me and its okay

thank you haha

#idk if this makes sense really #its a long post going about all of my views but idk how to put my thoughts in my words properly unless its a full one on one convo #and i dont mean to offend anyone in anyway #peace out<3 #ask

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14 . . . “ liquor, blindfolds, and the hidden ‘truth’ ”

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— 🥃 chapter 14 premium story.

— cw: alcohol consumption, (perceived) dub- or non-con, awkwardly translated smut, as usual i will put nsfw scenes between dividers!

Kate: Ngh... another, please...

Alfons: As much as I do find your fortitude to hold your liquor a sight to behold...

A: You’re going to get yourself positively wasted like this, Miss Kate.

Kate: Aha, I don’t wanna hear thad from a guy who goes t’drink in the middle of the day [1].

Sitting along the pub counter, I downed my cocktail, not knowing how many glasses this would make.

(How many have I had again... I feel so lightheaded... I can’t remember...)

Red-lipped lady: Ah, it’s Al... Is that the girl? Your recent favorite.

All of a sudden, a sweet voice approached, and she turned toward the head, which had been on the counter, toward us.

She was a beautiful lady wearing rouge.

(His ‘favorite’...? What is she talking about?)

Alfons: Why, indeed. Isn’t she just the most darling thing? Dare I say I’m a tad bit aroused, even.

Red-lipped lady: Whaat, what about me? Say I’m cute too!

While looking on at the exchange between the two of them,

the lady wrapped her arms around Alfons’ neck from behind.

(...!)

Alfons: Yes, I hear you loud and clear. You’re quite cute today as well.

Red-lipped lady: Jeez, must you always sound sooo insincere?

(...Please... no...)

(I... feel so down...)

Kate: ...

Before I realized it, I held his hand with my own.

Alfons: ... [surprised]

(Ahh... what in the world am I doing?)

(I know I couldn’t be doing something like this...)

But the alcohol had dulled my rationale, loosening the reins on my impulses.

At the very least, though, I didn’t want him to see I was jealous, so I buried my face in the counter.

Kate: I... don’t like it... when others touch you...

Alfons: ...pfft, you...

A: Pfft, hah, ahaha...

A: haa... You certainly show your jealousy in a most darling way, don’t you?

While giggling at me in amusement, I felt my face burn up.

But, even so, I couldn’t bring myself to let go of his hand...

Kate: ...Whatever, I know I’m... just like a kid t’you...

...instead tightening my hold more.

Alfons let me stay like that,

and I was glad that at least he didn’t pull away.

Red-lipped lady: ...Aww. Jeez... what’s with this? Are you actually getting serious now, Al?

Alfons: ...Come again?

Red-lipped lady: Does this mean you won’t be able to play at all with me anymore? Ehh, you’re so cold.

They talked about this and that, when I heard the lady’s voice.

Red-lipped lady: But, I’m happy for you. Hold her dear, won’t you.

And then——I heard a light sound of a kiss.

(...?)

On instinct, I lifted my head from the counter in a sharp motion,

only to see the lady already leaving the pub...

...and on Alfons’ cheek was a red mark.

(...No...)

I felt on the verge of breaking down from jealousy and panic.

(After this month passes, I won’t be able to be with Alfons anymore.)

I would probably end up leaving this castle while holding onto these feelings of love.

I had made a promise that would allow me to escape from the clutches of death.

To be able to keep such a promise should make me happy, and yet...

when I thought about how that also marked the day I would leave Alfons, my heart hurt so much I could hardly bear it.

(...I...)

(I can’t bear the thought of just going off without leaving something behind on him.)

Alfons: ...I do reckon that lady was quite intoxicated as well.

A: What she was saying was positively beyond me——mngh....

I pulled his shoulders toward me, and my lips met with his.

——Not his cheek, but rather those lips that were filled with lies.

Alfons: ...—— [surprised]

(Don’t say anything.)

Don’t deceive me. Don’t dodge me. And don’t run away from me.

(Please, won’t you look at me?)

This time, it was my arms that wrapped around his neck.

And pulling him toward me with all I could muster, the kiss deepened.

Alfons: ...haa...

Kate: Alfons...

K: ...I won’t put the blame on you or anything else anymore...

K: So please, make love to me.

Alfons: ......... [surprised]

I could see my pitiable self reflected in those eyes, filled with surprise.

(I must look awful right now. But even so, I couldn’t care less.)

Kate: Not to do away my anxiety or sadness...

K: ...and not for me.

K: ...Do whatever makes you feel good.

(When I’m in front of you, I can’t ever keep up appearances.)

Kate: It’s fine if this is the very last time... I just want to know your ‘truth.’

(Even if it’s just this once...)

(I want to know you, in your truest form.)

And if he were to fulfill his desires, using me as his plaything,

I was sure this heart of love would be torn to pieces——

and perhaps, I would finally be able to bury this love to the grave.

Alfons: ——Truly, what a fool you are.

(If it means I could stay in your memories, even if it’s as a fool of a woman...)

Kate: I really am... hopelessly so.

(Then so be it — I would become a fool again and again for you.)

—— Scene change; back room ——

In the back room of the pub, it was quiet with not a soul to be seen.

I would have preferred it to be locked, but Alfons had said there was no lock to this room,

giving me a kiss right after, as though to seal my rebellious mouth.

Kate: ngh...mn...

The way our tongues felt one another was enough to drive me to the brink of madness in pleasure,

and before I knew it, having become relaxed, I was pushed down onto the bed.

With all my clothes stripped, all my skin laid bare...

Alfons: Did you not come here hoping I’d make love to you? So don’t shy away now, will you? Move your hands a bit.

With that, my hands, which had been hiding my chest, were pinned down on the sheets.

Having me pinned, he didn’t even loosen his tie one bit, and with my cheeks burning, I turned away...

Alfons: If you’re embarrassed, we may as well...

A: ...Would this be more to your taste, perhaps?

——All of a sudden, my vision was covered.

Kate: ...?

I opened my eyes in surprise then, but I couldn’t see anything through the soft cloth other than a dim light.

(A blindfold...?)

Kate: N—wait, Alfons...

(I won’t be able to see his face like this.)

And if I can’t see it, I wouldn’t be able to gauge his feelings while making love.

I won’t know the ‘truth.’

(Even though this might be the very last time——)

Kate: Alfo...

I reached my hand out, trying to feel out his warmth.

(He’s not on the bed...? Could it be, he left me behind?)

The room was as silent as it was when we first came, and even if I strained my ears, I couldn’t hear a peep.

Kate: Alfons, where are you...?

Then, all of a sudden, I felt a warmth on the palm of my hand, causing me to jump.

Kate: Alfons...? Al... ah—!

I heard no answer in return as I was once again pushed down onto the bed, which made a loud creaking sound.

Kate: ——ngh... hh...

All of a sudden, my lips met with his, leaving me breathless.

As though consumed by an insatiable hunger, our tongues deeply intertwined, and changing the angle countless times,

I felt as though I was drowning in an illusion where even our silhouettes melted into each other.

Kate: Al...fons... please... say something...

Alfons: .........

From beyond the darkness that filled my vision, I only heard silence in response.

Kate: Al... ——ngh...

My voice, calling his name, was sealed,

and the pleasure he gave me rendered me breathless, only able to draw in gasps.

Kate: mngh... ah, ah...

His fingers played with my nipples, his tongue toying with me as he left love bites...

And when his hand crawled up my thighs, my body became sweaty [2] in sweet anticipation of what was to come.

The hands, lips, tongue, and what have you that fondled me knew exactly where the pleasure would hit the most.

(Even if I can’t see... I still know.)

(Everything I’m feeling... it’s all the things the Alfons I knew would do.)

He would tease me relentlessly, making me feel pleasure just before I couldn’t take it anymore...

Kate: ah, ahh——ngh...

The pleasure tingled so much it hurt, before I would melt in him, as though being spoiled by him.

Kate: ngh, ah... Al...fons... please, inside...

K: I don’t want to be the only one... who feels—ah...

At that moment, my body was flipped,

and from behind, he grabbed my waist before he sunk into me, to a place that gently melted...

Alfons: hh...

I thought I heard him let out a quiet moan,

but when he thrust into the deepest part inside of me, my own coquettish voice drowned it out.

Kate: Ahh——!

The heat that swelled inside of me raged in that hot, narrow place.

And while drowning in pleasure——

(Ah...)

I felt the fragrance that filled his room tickle my nose, causing my insides to become hot the next moment.

(...This is... how Alfons smells.)

And when I thought about being embraced by him, I felt an irresistible sensation, and I was thrown into a happiness that almost burned me.

Kate: ngh, hah, ah, Alfon... Alfons... ah—

From behind, he grabbed my chin, and our lips met.

We shared countless kisses, and my body felt itself melting into pleasure.

——All the while, his ‘truth’ remained ever hidden.

to be continued…

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NOTES:

[1] Kate’s speech is slurred a bit here due to intoxication along with some other places. It’s mostly how she goes from saying [です] (desu), which means ‘to be (is/are),’ to [れす] (resu).

[2] The original line says [身体が甘く潤む] (karada ga amaku urumu), which literally means ‘my body became wet (or moist)’... if she’s not just referring to her genital area, I kind of assumed she was referring to sweat? But I may be wrong.

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