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I n f a t u a t e d ♦️SIX

CHAPTER ONE◾TWO◾THREE◾FOUR◾FIVE SIX SEVEN◾EIGHT◾NINE◾️TEN ELEVEN◾TWELVE◾️THIRTEEN◾FOURTEEN◾FIFTEEN SIXTEEN◾SEVENTEEN◾EIGHTEEN◾NINETEEN◾TWENTY

As they talk ground rules concerning their unique situation, she finds herself agreeing to whatever he tells her, ultimately confessing her reason for allowing all the vile things he does to her. Dangerous information in his hands, and he knows exactly how to use it to his advantage, pushing her limits even further.

ruthless nightclub owner ❌ innocent young woman with a crush

WARNING: NSFW! Explicit sexual content. Age gap. Size difference. Dubcon elements. Dom/sub dynamic. Free use/power play. Oral cockwarming. Anal fingering/sex. Rough oral sex/deepthroating. (For more tags, check it on AO3!) // WORDS: 7.4k

A/N: Please remember to check the tags very thoroughly! This chapter is a little rougher. Just a heads-up.

FIVE 🟥 SIX 🟥 SEVEN

She focuses on what he told her: Get dressed. Ignore the pain, she tells herself. It's hard, very hard, one wrong move and there are new tears in her eyes. It's a strange pain, deep-rooted, a soreness of muscles she had no idea she even had. Walking is tough, but sitting is even worse.

After somehow managing to slip into the clothes he put out for her (the dress is cute, a happy color, the soft fabric moving around her thighs, brushing against her sore butt, the thong however sits a little too tight between her cheeks, pressing hard against the knob of the plug, every movement only adding to the discomfort), she slowly makes her way into the kitchen on unsteady legs, pressing her lips into a thin line, breathing hard through her nose.

He sits on a bar stool at the kitchen island, sipping on his coffee, his eyes moving away from the phone in his hand towards her when she approaches. His smile makes her forget about the little sparks of pain when she moves closer. He pulls her against him, leaning in to kiss her forehead, luckily not forcing her onto his lap or onto the stool next to him.

“Help yourself,” he says with a nod to the coffee pot and a variety of breakfast foods laid out on the counter in front of him. Fruits, toast, buns, oats, other cereals, jam, slices of cheese and ham, fried bacon, small sausages, too much to choose from, really.

Letting go of her again, he looks back at his phone, seemingly scrolling through emails. She turns her head away quickly, doesn't want to be too nosy, so she leans in and grabs a piece of sliced apple, nibbling on it, not really hungry after all.

She stands a little awkwardly next to him, leaning on the counter, the same counter he had her bent over yesterday. It's a strange thought and an even stranger thing to eat off the same surface now. Or to think it's been a day (and a long night) since she woke up in his place, as his... whatever she is to him. His to fuck whenever he wants, apparently. It's still all a little fuzzy.

This somehow turned from a simple hook-up to her asking him to take her virginity to him taking her however and wherever he likes, and it's only taken him one day (and that awfully long night) to breach all her holes, take all her firsts, and it doesn't feel like it's the end of it. And somehow she is glad, in a twisted sort of way. Glad he didn't drop her after he's used her. Instead he provides her with clothes, food, keeps her close. Despite all the pain she's in, it feels strangely nice to have someone take care of her like that.

Someone who does the thinking for her – which is only fair when he is the one who takes away her ability to do so in the first place. Another thing she finds enjoyable despite the soreness it leaves, is how he never fails to give her that head-empty-feeling. No worries, just fucked out of her mind, happy. A feeling she only ever achieved with drinking too much, and somehow getting fucked is better than having to deal with the aftermath of too much alcohol.

“So, how do you feel?” he asks through the murky fog of thoughts inside her head, quite the opposite to how she feels when he does all these vile things to her.

She swallows the apple bite and licks her lips. “Sore,” she says quietly. “But I'm fine... if I just stand here,” she adds, giving him a shy smirk.

He grins at her, though there is a furrow to his brows. Putting his phone into his pocket, he gets up, and she shifts to follow him, but he holds up his hand. “Wait here,” he tells her, and she nods, watching him leave the open kitchen into another room she hasn't seen before. She's barely seen anything of his place, to be honest, but she has the impression there'll be time for that yet.

When he comes back, he grabs a small water bottle from the fridge and holds out two pills in his palm, one slightly larger than the other. She looks up at him, hesitantly takes the medicine.

“One for the pain and one... for after,” he says, cocking his head to the side. She frowns at the explanation. “You're not on birth control, are you?”

His question heats up her face. Clearing her throat, she looks down at the pills. “No,” she mumbles.

“Take these then,” he says, pulling his phone out of his pocket, quickly sliding his thumb over the screen. “I'll get you the pill. You'll need it...”

She doesn't know why this is so embarrassing to her (she's so embarrassed she doesn't even register the implication behind his words). It makes her feel like a child, someone who's way in over their head but doesn't want to admit to it. This is not the kind of taking care of her she thought about earlier, this feels like showing off her flaws, makes her realize she was not prepared for any of this to begin with.

Inhaling deeply, she puts the pills on her tongue and brings the water to her lips, swallowing hard to get them down. She empties the bottle, trying to empty her mind as well and not worry about anything anymore.

But now she thinks about accidentally getting pregnant because he couldn't stop pumping his freaking cum into her (and how she didn't even think about that possibility while he's done it), and how she feels so inexperienced and tiny next to him, him in his fancy suit pants and ironed shirt, typing on his phone, looking busy and important, and she's here in her small sundress that barely covers her thighs, barefoot, hair messy, face flushed, hurting from the inside out, useless.

He seems to feel her discomfort and without saying anything, he puts his large hand on her back, warm and comforting, rubbing softly up and down. She takes a deep breath, forces a smile and picks up another sliced apple piece, trying to focus on anything but her worries. She'd even have him fuck her senseless again, just to get rid of the nagging thoughts, soreness be damned.

“Okay,” he then says after a few minutes, his hand slipping to her lower back as he steps closer to her. She looks up, nibbling on the apple. He smirks at the sight, momentarily distracted. “Let's talk ground rules, shall we?” he eventually continues, sitting back down on the stool, lowering his towering height a little bit.

“Ground rules?” she asks, frowning at the change of topic.

“Yes. Think, darling, what are things I already told you to do and not to do?” He looks at her, a serious expression on his face, watching her so intently she feels her cheeks burn up even more.

“Uh,” she starts, thinking hard. It's a little contradictory to have her remember things he said when he keeps turning her brain off. “I... I uh...”

His hand grabs her chin, and she winces, eyes widening.

“Use your words,” he tells her sternly.

She swallows hard, her mind racing, her heart beating out of her chest. “I... I am yours to... use. You... you can... f-fuck me whenever you want,” she whispers, stumbling over her words, feeling even more embarrassed now. “And I... I can't say... no...”

He tilts his head, listening patiently. “Correct,” he says, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip. “Anything else?”

She frowns, biting the inside of her cheek. Her throat tenses up. She doesn't know what he wants to hear from her. It's like these horrifying moments when the teacher asks a question and you haven't listened to anything they said. Her stomach drops. “I... I don't know...” she murmurs under her breath, voice quivering, brows furrowing.

He stares at her, but then nods and loosens the grip on her jaw, gently cupping her cheek instead. “It's okay, I'll tell you,” he replies.

She relaxes slightly, but only until he lifts her onto his lap in one swift motion, effortlessly, his grip on her upper arms tight, and she flinches badly, unable to hide the pained little whine slipping from her lips. He moves her on his thigh, one arm wrapped around her, the other back on her cheek, tilting her face up. Her muscles protest, the ache flaring up as she shifts on his hard leg. She swallows any other sounds that threaten to spill from her, blinking quickly to keep the tears down as well.

His thumb wipes at the corner of her eye as he watches her closely. “Hurts, hm?” he whispers, and she nods. “You'll always have to tell me if you're in pain, okay? I can't read minds. Ask me for pain killers, ask me for anything, just ask. That's a key rule: you will ask me if you need anything, understood?”

“Yes,” she says, wincing before she adds: “Sir.”

“Repeat.”

“I... I'll tell you when it hurts, and I'll ask you if I need anything...”

He nods, caressing her cheek. “Good. That includes taking the plug out,” he clarifies, pushing his leg up slightly, coaxing another wince out of her as the motion pushes against the mentioned object stuck in her butt. “You don't have to wear it all the time, but you will ask me if you can take it out. Right?”

She nods, he looks at her. “Yes, sir,” she says quickly. “I... I'll ask you when I want the plug out...” His eyes narrow slightly, her heart skips a beat. “Uh, if... if I'm allowed to take it out...”

He huffs a laugh. “Exactly. You don't want anything. You take what I give you, you do what I tell you, always, no matter what, understood?”

“Yes, sir,” she mumbles, biting her lip, focusing more on the words to repeat than on their actual meaning. “I'll do what you tell me to do, take what you give me...”

“And that includes?” he asks softly, cryptically, leaning in a little, his finger tracing the shape of her lips.

She blinks in confusion.

He smiles at her, then brushes his lips against her ear. “If I pump you full of cum, you will not get rid of it. If it drips down your leg, you will let it drip. If it gathers in your underwear, you will walk around with it until I tell you to change. I will tell you if you can clean yourself or not.”

His words make her shiver, and it's not just the close proximity, how his deep voice vibrates through her body. It's humiliating to think he has this kind of power over her, making her wear his cum like a trophy. Taking away the innate want to be clean. She inhales sharply, hoping he won't notice the hesitation in her voice. “Y-yes, sir. I'll... keep it on... and in me, at all times...”

He leans back, watching her closely. “Good girl,” he says, and she shivers for a completely different reason, her breath hitching slightly. His eyes move over her burning face, a soft smile grazing his lips. “You'll do anything for me if I call you that, huh?” he adds quietly, almost mockingly.

She looks away, something hot growing inside her stomach. “Yeah,” she admits quietly, worrying her lip between her teeth. It's indeed worrying how he can see right through her, and even worse that she will in fact do absolutely anything for a bit of praise from him. Worrying and deeply disturbing.

“Isn't that good to know,” he whispers, leaning down to press his lips against her warm cheek. She swallows hard, still not looking at him. His hand moves along the column of her neck, a light pressure against her throat, thumb rubbing over her pulse. “Why did you come to me?” he then asks, making her look up with a frown. “You approached me. You made me take you... why?”

Made him... take her? It's that big black hole she has in her memory of how she actually got here. He took her after all, and it wasn't just for a hook-up, she knows that now. He wanted all of her, all for himself, for more than a night. All because she approached him first?

She tries to ignore the dark truth of his actions, focuses on his question, thinks back to the night she's first seen him. “I... I've noticed you before,” she then replies, quietly, watching him as he listens to her. “I've come to the club a lot, always because of... well, you. I wanted to be... one of those girls...” He raises an eyebrow. “Well, you know, you always had one or more around you, and they were all so pretty and tall,” she adds with a little purse to her lips, her words tumbling out of her mouth with a bit of a rush now. “And I wanted that too, I mean, not being tall, I can't just grow like that, right? But, uh, to have your attention. It's silly, isn't it? I barely know you... but... that doesn't matter much, hm? When there are... feelings... or, I guess, illusions of feelings or whatever this is?”

The lines on his forehead deepen slightly. “What are you saying?”

“I was... uh... well, I... I guess I had a... a crush on you,” she says quickly, averting her eyes as her blush expands to her ears and down her neck, a strange tightness settling in her stomach.

“Had?” he asks, nudging her chin with his knuckles to make her look up. “You no longer have a crush on me?”

She lets out a groan, her eyelids fluttering. To be honest, she has no idea. Is this still a crush or something else entirely? Whatever it is, it's anything but healthy, that much she can admit to. “No, I still... I think I still do...” she whispers, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Still, huh?” he says, his fingers moving up to cup her jaw, turn her face back towards him. “Despite everything?” She nods into his hand. “Aren't you a cute little thing...” he adds with a dark smile. “You're absolutely perfect, do you know that?”

His words surprise her, but as soon as he leans in to press his lips to hers, she doesn't question them anymore. Perfect for what? Doesn't matter. He wants her, all of her. Is it fucked-up and strange? Yes, certainly, but she doesn't care. She has his attention now, more than that even, more than she could have ever imagined (and this is clearly far beyond anything she could have ever thought up on her own).

Her hand finds his wrist, holding onto him as she moves her tongue against his, slow and intimate, a deep connection between two strangers who feel like so much more. What they are exactly, she can't say, and frankly, it doesn't matter.

After breakfast, he shows her around the penthouse. It is a penthouse, high above the city, a giant array of many rooms, most of them he tells her not to enter. There's a gym, another bedroom plus bathroom, his office that's connected to a library, a large room with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves she stares at longer than she should. The interior continues to be minimalist, a lot of blacks and whites, antique-looking wooden floors, intricate trim lining the walls. It looks expensive, luxurious, but ultimately also very masculine.

If she didn't know it already, she'd say this was the typical den of a bachelor, and from all she does know about him prior to waking up in his penthouse, he is one of the most popular ones. Rich and single, no wonder he was always surrounded by women in the club. His club. And to think she is the girl he chose to take back home? It's still mind-blowing to her.

He squeezes her hand to pull her out of the library, and she follows slowly. He's strangely gentle to her, always waits for her because she still can't walk properly (it is his fault though, so it's something a normal man is expected to do, but he is far from normal, that much she knows now, that's why it's such a surprise). He pulls her towards him when he explains things or when they step onto the large balcony that wraps around most of his apartment. And she feels safe, protected, and, despite her isolation from the rest of the world, not alone.

It's a sunny day today, contrary to yesterday, and she's in awe at the view she has over the city. If her whole body wouldn't be in pain from all the former ordeals he's put her through, she'd think she woke up a princess, or at least someone on the whole other end of the wealth spectrum.

She can barely think back to her old life, where she had a shitty job, lived in a shitty apartment the size of his walk-in closet, had barely any friends, mostly just acquaintances, who'd ask her to come along sometimes, and co-workers she'd talk to on occasion, and no family to rely on. It's been a hard, lonesome life, so to be able to spend her time here now, with him, she'd let him bruise her every single day for the rest of her life if it meant she could stay.

That is what this deal is, right? She doesn't have words for it, but it's the age old thing of giving a service to receive something in return. Letting him use her for a chance at a better life. Doesn't sound too bad, does it?

He finishes the tour in front of his office, one hand on her waist, head tilted down to look at her. “Do you want to lie down and rest now?” he asks her, his low voice so gentle she completely forgets about the other side of him, the dark one, the one that forces his cock into her ass to punish her.

She shakes her head. “I'm fine,” she says, stupid as she is, blinded by the pleasantries he's shown her.

The shift in his face is immediate. A dark glint settles in his eyes. “Yeah? No more pain?”

“Well, I'm still sore,” she says quickly, biting her lip. “But it'll be fine.” He seems to understand that she just doesn't want to leave him.

“Come join me in my office then,” he tells her, guiding her into the big room.

The giant desk is the center piece of the space, a large window behind it, a couch on one side, another, smaller desk on the other, framed by shelves and sideboards. Apart from the occasional plant, there's no clutter anywhere, not even on the desk, only a little cart beside it, laden with various alcohol bottles and glasses.

When he leaves her to walk around the desk and sit down on the leather chair, her eyes move to the door leading into the library. She's already turning into that direction, thinking about finding a book to read, when she stops, literally freezes on the spot as she remembers his rules.

She turns back to him, clearing her throat, licking her lips, suddenly very nervous. “Can I... can I get a book from the library?” she asks quietly.

He looks up in the middle of opening a laptop, one eyebrow perked up. “No,” he says, and she frowns at the harshness in his voice, her heart instantly sinking. “Come here,” he adds and waves her over.

Inhaling deeply, she shuffles to him. He rolls back in his chair, creating a space between his legs. The gesture is pretty obvious, the command unspoken, she still hesitates as she moves closer. His eyes darken as he watches her.

“Kneel,” he tells her, and she does, her heart beating faster.

She can't help but wince when she settles between his legs, hands on his thighs, looking up at him, carefully leaning on her knees as to not get the heels of her feet in contact with her sore butt.

His hands move to unbuckle his belt, long fingers opening his pants. “I want you to cockwarm me,” he then says, his eyes boring into hers. “Do you know what that is?”

“I... put your cock in my mouth and keep it warm?” she replies with a raised eyebrow.

“Smart,” he says, patting her head with a smirk. “Exactly like that. But I don't want you to suck me off, understood? You just keep my cock in your mouth, no sounds, no movements. Can you do that?”

She nods slowly, not entirely sure she understands correctly, but she's willing to please him nonetheless. “Yes, sir,” she whispers, shifting closer between his legs.

“I need to work, make some calls and video chats, and you are not allowed to interrupt me. No noises,” he repeats, looking at her pointedly. “If you need a break, you do so quietly. But you will not leave, you'll stay right here under the desk. Just a couple of hours, okay?”

A couple of hours? On her knees with his cock in her mouth? Hours? The shock must be obvious on her face, and he moves his hand down to caress her cheek.

“It's not as bad as you think. Just relax, make yourself comfortable down there. Keep me nice and warm, yeah?” The gentle voice is back, and she inhales deeply, feeling something warm settling in her stomach.

“Yes, sir,” she whispers, giving him a weak smile.

His fingers sink into her hair, and he moves her further under the desk before he rolls his chair closer. There's enough space, even though she feels as if sitting in a wooden box, caged in on three sides, the hard wooden floor beneath her, and the table top above her, but she can look past his chair and out of the window, sees the clear blue sky and some clouds floating by. She cannot see his face though, only his crotch. He grabs her wrist and guides her towards his cock as he frees it with his other hand.

She grips it gingerly, shifting closer on her knees, and she can already tell that this position will add to her list of pains. The floor is hard and unyielding, and her dress not long enough to work as a protective layer. Sighing quietly, she opens her mouth and lets him put his tip on her tongue, then he nudges her to close her lips around it. Her first instinct is to hollow her cheeks, but he quickly corrects her with a soft slap to her jaw.

“Hold completely still,” he reminds her, and she hums in response, nestling between his legs, hands holding onto his thighs, head as still as possible as she feels the weight of him on her tongue. And she's supposed to do this for a couple of hours? She almost wishes he'd just fuck her hard on his desk or something.

She can hear him typing on his keyboard, click clack, a monotonous sound, sometimes mixed with a soft thud when he puts his phone on the table. After only a few minutes, she is not only bored out of her mind, but also feels a slight ache in her jaw. Additionally, it's very hard not to move her tongue. It's so tempting to just flick it around his tip, feel the spongy flesh, taste more of him. His scent is already in her nostrils, and it has a strange effect on her.

An arousing one.

A loud exhale slips through her nose, and she feels him shifting in his chair, his hand coming down to grab her jaw. She lets out a muffled whine when he pulls her head to his crotch, letting him slip deeper into her mouth, but that is not what he intended to do. He presses her cheek down so it rests on his pelvis, close to his hip. She tries to settle into the new position, her knees aching already. Draping her arms around him, she adjusts and actually relaxes against him, his cock heavy on her tongue, a bit more than just the tip.

He ruffles her hair once she keeps still. “Good girl,” he whispers, before he focuses back on whatever he's doing above her. His words only increase the wet feeling between her thighs, but she tries to ignore it, focuses only on the weight and scent and feel of him in her mouth. She even closes her eyes, leaning against his warm body, occasionally trying to swallow the drool gathering on her tongue, which is harder with her mouth open like this, so she can't get it all down. Some drips past her lips, running down her chin. But she couldn't care less.

Suddenly his voice sounds above her, and she realizes he must be talking to someone, stern, professional, barking orders in a way that's demanding and authoritative. She doesn't care what he says, it doesn't matter to her. It's the thrum and timbre of his voice that lulls her, makes her sleepy, and she feels herself drifting off, jaw going slack, but then a jerk runs through her body, making her twitch, and she gasps as she realizes she's bumped into him as she fumbled to put his cock inside her mouth again.

He keeps talking as if nothing happened, but his legs press against her shoulders for a bit, and she relaxes into him again, adjusts her position, keeps her eyes open and stares past his crotch towards the wall – which is so boring. A simple white, maybe even a soft beige, she isn't sure. Could be the daylight that changes the color. Daylight. There are no shadows to follow, no indication of how much time has passed. Just his voice, then silence when he's done with the call, the click clack of his keyboard.

Sometimes he moves his hand under the desk to caress her hair, slip his fingers through it, massage her scalp. She hums softly then, and he allows the quiet noise. Her jaw is tense, upper lip is dry and no way to lick it, while more drool keeps running down her chin. She wipes at it with her hand while she keeps one arm around his waist to hold herself up. She is so bored, her mind empty and at the same time not as she thinks about things she would rather do than sit in this uncomfortable position on her knees.

It's not even his cock in her mouth, she's somehow fine with that, but everything around it, the keeping quiet, the not moving, the doing absolutely nothing. And she can't even fall asleep in fear she might bump her head when she wakes up or maybe even bites down on him because she can't control her jaw any longer. For what it's worth, it's these doubts that keep her awake at least.

To keep herself somewhat entertained, she tries to think back to all the things that happened since she woke up in his bed. Her memories are hazy, but she still remembers the moment when he forced the plug into her butt, just like that, as if it was a normal thing to do. And she had just let him – well, she couldn't really fight him, she's tried, oh and he'd spanked her for it also. So fighting him really is and was not an option.

While she thinks back to the beginning of their strange situation, she hears his voice again, interrupted by other voices. A video chat probably. Again she doesn't care what those men are talking about, it doesn't matter to her.

Rolling her jaw a little, accidentally pushing her tongue against the underside of his cock, she stiffens slightly, waits for his reaction, but nothing happens. He keeps perfectly still, a true professional talking to whoever, while some girl he picked up in his club cockwarms him under his desk. What a normal thing. What a strange world where this is indeed beginning to be normal to her as well.

She dares another little press of her tongue, feeling the texture of his warm skin, the veins throbbing beneath it, and again he doesn't do anything. In her mind she thinks back to the first time she had his cock in her mouth, that handjob turned blowjob on the couch, how he's forced her down on him, how panicked she has been – and in comparison to the next blowjob in the kitchen, he had been really gentle.

A shudder rushes through her as she remembers how he pushed into her throat, made her gag, that horrible twitch of her body she couldn't control, the feeling of not being able to breathe, choking on him and her own spit. Nothing she wants to experience again, but knowing her situation, she may not have the luxury to wish for anything.

When her thoughts become darker all of a sudden, she focuses back on the here and now, hears the drone of the voices above the table, feels his warm legs around her, ignores the ache of her knees and jaw, the constant flow of drool down her chin, the weight and heat and taste of his cock in her mouth.

Somehow he's gotten a little harder, thicker, filling her mouth more, straining against her lips, and she can't help but move her tongue beneath him, roll her jaw once more, and then she sucks, hollows her cheeks, not necessarily to do something to him, but to keep the spit inside her mouth. His hand is on her head in no time, fingers digging into her hair, and she forces herself not to make any noise as she flinches against him.

His grip is rough, but his hand is heavy, holds her down, in place, still, and she relaxes again, breathes deep through her nose, closes her eyes, doesn't move as she holds him between her lips. The tension in his fingers eases, and he starts to caress her again, gently massaging her scalp, all while talking to some men over a video call.

And eventually her head runs completely empty. The way he touches her, how his cock rests hot and hard and heavy on her tongue, his scent all around her, it's all there is, all that matters.

Him.

Someone to focus on, someone to please... someone to service...

Only him.

It's his voice in her head, a soft echo, getting louder, clearer. “Baby?”

Her eyelids flutter open, a new strand of saliva drips from her chin. His hand is on her jaw, catching it. It takes her a moment to realize where she is. Under the desk, between his legs, his cock still in her mouth. She moves her hand up, rests it on his thigh, and he slowly rolls his chair back. She follows the movement, shifts on her knees, a sudden sting crashing through her body, and a muffled groan escapes her.

“You can let go now,” he tells her quietly.

She blinks again, looking up from under her lashes, meeting his gaze. There's a soft smile on his lips. The heat in her stomach is instant, a fire jumping to life by the snap of a finger. She leans back hesitantly, using her hands to hold his cock and wipe at her wet mouth. Her first instinct is to swallow, really swallow, without anything obstructing the motion. Then she inhales deeply, not daring to let go of his erection. It's covered in her spit, as is part of his pants, and she feels her cheeks burning up.

His hand cups her face, thumb rubbing over her chin. She sits back on her knees, one hand braced on his leg, the other tight around his throbbing length. “You did good,” he tells her, nudging her to get to her feet, his other hand prying her fingers off his cock before he grabs it himself.

She more or less crawls out from under the desk, gets up on shaking legs, a strange weakness in her limbs from kneeling for however long he's made her do this. Her head is filled with cotton, a strange vertigo making her sway a little. Suddenly he's standing next to her after she's blinked a few times, that tall frame towering over her, warm, strong, confident.

“Come on,” he says, his voice a little muffled, his hands on her waist turning her until he gently pushes her stomach-first onto the desk. Confusion washes over her, her cheek rests on the cold wood of the tabletop. His knee is pushing her legs apart, he steps between them. Her heart beats faster. His hands move along her sides, following her curves, slip under the skirt of her dress.

He flips it up quickly, while her breaths turn almost frantic. What's going on? His fingers curl around her hips, pulling her back a little. Her hands find the edge of the table. She can only see him out of the corner of her eye, her vision is blurry, he's just this intimidating shadow behind her, backlit by the light streaming through the large window. Her legs twitch against him when she feels his finger in the cleft between her ass cheeks, following the fabric of her thong before pushing it aside, and a quiet wail escapes her.

“Shh,” he makes, not even hesitating when he tugs at the knob of the plug. She squirms a little, her rapid breaths fanning over the tabletop. His thumb presses the metal toy against her tight muscles, and she whimpers in response, the soreness within flaring up again.

“P-please...” she croaks out.

“Please what?” he asks, fingers closing around the base of the plug, pulling gently. “Please fill my ass? Please fuck me hard? Or please stop?” he teases.

She gasps when he suddenly pulls the plug out with a strangely wet pop. She knows she shouldn't answer him, it's a trap either way, but she can't help herself. “Please don't do this...”

He puts the plug on the table next to her, stepping a little closer between her legs. She hears him spitting into his hand, before something wet and warm slips between her cheeks, over her tense hole. He completely ignores her when he dips his finger into her ass.

“Don't! Please!” she whimpers, writhing on the desk.

He pokes his finger deeper. “Why?”

“B-because... you... you just said... said I did good,” she stammers, body shivering under his ministrations. “So... why... why are you... punishing me?”

“Punishing you?” he asks, genuine confusion in his voice as he stills his finger inside her. “This is not a punishment, sweetheart, it's a reward.”

Her response is a sudden sob, tears gathering in her eyes.

“Come on, do you really think anal sex is a punishment? Did it hurt that bad? Didn't you come when I fucked you in the shower? Can't you remember? I bet that felt good, huh?” While he speaks, he pumps his finger in and out, slowly adds another, repeats the motion, every word accentuated by a deep push of his hand against her ass, slow and steady.

She sniffles quietly, unsure what to say to that.

“Does it hurt?” he asks, fingering her harder, deeper, faster, his fingers stretching her tense muscles.

“A-a little,” she whispers.

“Really? Or is it just a strange feeling?”

His question makes her pause. Of course it's a strange feeling, she's never had fingers or other things pushed up her ass before she met him. But she does question the pain or discomfort. Because the more he pushes into her, the better it feels, or maybe her body just adjusts to the sensation, giving her the illusion that it may feel better?

“Huh? What is it?” he presses, moving his fingers faster, the squelching sound making her blush deeply.

“I... I don't know...” she whimpers.

“Does it hurt or does it not hurt? It's a simple question!” He sounds more and more agitated, but she can only breathe faster, whine louder.

“I don't know!” she cries out.

“Well, how about this,” he starts, pulling his fingers from her ass. “How's this then? Does this hurt?” he asks, and she feels the spongy tip of his cock press against her hole. It's a simple roll of his hips, and he's inside her, slipping deeper, slow shallow thrusts as he fills her out.

She can't even say anything or make any noise except a low gurgle from deep within her throat, she can barely breathe with how full she feels all of a sudden. Her fingers curl around the edge of the table, his thrusts, as slow and careful as they may be, pushing her back and forth. His hands grip her waist, it's a steady push and pull as his cock slides in and out, slowly getting faster.

The friction is worse than yesterday, her muscles too tense and unprepared and frankly still sore. He doesn't care, slipping deeper, pounding harder, going faster. Every thrust feeds the fire burning within, the bad kind, not the one smoldering in her stomach, but the one sending cold shivers over her skin as pain ripples through her.

“Does – it – hurt?” he asks through gritted teeth, every word stressed by a particularly hard snap of his hips.

She whines quietly, too overwhelmed to even comprehend the question or why he's asking it.

“Tell – me!” His grip around her waist tightens, fingers digging into the fabric of her dress, squeezing her sides.

She gasps, breathes rougher. “Yes... yes!” she wails.

He stops immediately, the only sound her little whines and the loud thumping of her heart in her ears. His hands ease their grip, moving lower over her curves, caressing her tense skin. His cock rests hard and heavy inside her, throbbing slightly. “Good,” he says, inhaling deeply. “Tell me what you want,” he then asks, kneading her cheeks lightly, pulling them apart as he waits for her answer.

This must be another trick question, she thinks frantically, trying to control her heavy breaths. “I... I don't... I don't want... anything...” she then whispers. Somehow that reply came to her, slipped over her lips, a deep-rooted understanding pushing to the forefront of her mind.

“Correct,” he whispers, surprise evident in his voice. “You don't get to decide what I do to you. You don't get to say no. You take what I give you...”

She closes her eyes, he resumes the rolling of his hips.

“And if I tell you that this is a reward, you better fucking believe it!” he ends, quickly picking up the pace, really hammering into her now.

She cries out, body convulsing, thighs slamming into the hard edge of the desk, the sudden onslaught of sensations making her head spin. His pants and groans become louder, his thrusts even harder, and she succumbs to it all, just takes it, like he wants her to, while hot tears roll over her cheeks, gathering under her head pressed to the table.

The pain is that heavy thing inside her, weighing her down, pulling her into all directions at once, overtaking everything she feels. It's mostly just... hurt. Burning, aching, thumping hurt. Though there is a strange heat building up as well, but it's flimsy, a feeling like trying to catch smoke. She's yearning for it, but it slips away every time he pushes particularly deep.

She's numb when he finally finishes, a loud grunt echoing through the room as he gives her that final thrust and stills, all of him inside of her, his cock throbbing angrily, balls twitching against her folds, ropes of cum shooting into her bruised depths, warm and filling. He leans his hands on either side of her body, breathing heavily as he comes down from his orgasm.

Her eyes are closed, lashes clumped, face wet from crying. Her body shudders deeply when he slowly pulls back, her muscles clenching around him until the pressure is gone, her hole left gaping, something hot and thick dripping from it. He moves his finger around her sphincter, teases it with his fingertip. “Clench,” he orders, and subconsciously or not, she does, muscles working around his digit. He pulls it out and grabs the plug, quickly pushes it back into place, sealing his cum inside her.

He rubs his hands along her rear, then adjusts her thong and pulls her skirt back over it. She hears him walking around the desk, and without much protest, she is being rolled onto her back, head hanging off the edge as he pulls her towards him. Moved like a doll. Used like a toy.

“Open your mouth,” he tells her, and again, she just does, pliant and defeated, her eyelids too heavy to open. His hand is under her head, holding it up, a strong but somehow comforting touch. There's nothing comforting about his next move.

His cock, still semi-hard, pushes into her mouth, her jaw protesting, his tip, wet and slippery, scraping over her gums. He bends her neck a little, stepping closer, sinking it deeper. It hits the back of her throat, and she feels that deep shudder, the uncontrollable twitch, the sliver of panic, when she gags around him, her throat working against the intruder. He pulls back a little, lets her swallow the spit and bile, before he pushes back in, deeper, deeper, filling her throat, his hips resuming those rolling motions, just against her face now.

With how he leans over her, how her head is held by his hands, she feels his tight balls slamming against her nose with every thrust. She's already breathless, gasping and gulping for air whenever he allows her some reprieve between gagging and choking. Spit and cum drip from her lips, trailing down the side of her head. She's too weak to fight this, can't do anything but let him fuck her face, push into her throat, over and over again, until she feels her consciousness slipping.

But he never lets her drift off, watching her closely, pulling back just in time. He seems to fully harden again, more and more with each deep plunge, his groans are quiet, his movements becoming jerkier. She feels so dizzy, muffled whimpers sitting right where he pushes into her throat. Somehow she's stopped gagging, her muscles relaxing enough to allow what he is doing to her.

His hands grip her head, holding her still as he pushes deep, stills there, and shoots thick warm spurts of cum right down her throat. The urge to breathe, to swallow, is that faraway thumping motion in the back of her mind. She doesn't care anymore. She just wants it to end. Tears and spit and cum leave trails on her flushed face. He pulls back eventually, his cock throbbing against her swollen lips, the last drops of his seed landing on her chin and further down her aching neck.

He pulls her off the table, her body limp in his hold. She can barely feel how he sits her down, holds her chin, nudges her softly. “Breathe,” he whispers, wiping at her soiled cheeks. His voice moves something within her, her stomach flutters, chest heaves, and with a deep sharp inhale, she resumes the frantic attempts to get air back into her lungs, gasping, gulping, coughing hard. He gently rubs her throat as he watches her.

She slowly calms down, though new tears spill from her lashes, hot and desperate, and she remains deeply disturbed by the turn of events. When her eyelids flutter open, she sees him leaning over her, watching her, eyes dark and stern.

“Did you like your reward?” he asks.

Something snaps inside her head like a twig that's being stepped on. The fucking audacity! She wants to scratch his eyes out, shove something down his throat for a change.

The sudden anger that rises within her makes her gasp, a deep shiver almost as bad as her gag reflex or the coughing fit that shook her earlier. It terrifies her. Where did that come from? Pressing her lips into a thin line, she only looks at him from under her lashes, afraid she might say something that will make him really angry.

His eyes narrow, jaw clenches. His hand closes around her throat. “When I give you a reward for good behavior,” he starts, his voice low and with a dangerous edge to it. “I expect you to be grateful. I expect you to say thank you.”

She stares at him, blinking slowly, tears streaming down her face. Is he serious? Thank him for this kind of treatment? How was that even a reward? He didn't even make her come! Somehow she didn't want to see it before, but now she does, in that tiny moment of clarity as the relief to still be drawing breath floods her body. She sees it now: he is absolutely insane, there's no other explanation.

(This isn't normal, this isn't what she wanted, not what she wanted, not normal, not wanted, not –)

An even more disturbing revelation is that there's only one thing she can do: follow his orders, be at his mercy, play along.

So she does. “Th-thank you,” she tries to say, but her voice is just that raw, rough croak caught in the back of her throat. She frowns, clears her throat, winces at the strain and ache within. Whines at the pain.

And strangely enough his expression softens, his hand moving to her cheek, caressing it gently. He leans down and presses his lips to her forehead, then wordlessly picks her up onto his arms and carries her out of the office.

FIVE 🟥 SIX 🟥 SEVEN

End notes: So. This happened. It kinda escalated a little in the end, hm? I'm sorry (but not really). You've read the tags though (I hope), so please don't blame me.

Again, I want to stress that THIS IS FICTION! Not real life! I do not condone this behavior! But sometimes those characters that live inside my head have a mind of their own, and they just do stuff, I can't stop them.

So, thank you for (still) being here! Remember, no rain, no rainbow, right? It'll get better again, I promise!

Thanks again for reading! Next chapter on Monday!

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generalhumancloudalmond · 8 months ago

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Mother figure

Platonic! Yandere Xianyun x Child! Reader x Platonic! Yandere Shenhe and Ganyu. Signora and Arlecchino mentioned.

You've been in Liyue for a decent number of months now and, frankly, you already want to get away from here. Your superior was the Signora. This woman was a bit arrogant and narcissistic, but... She's never done anything bad, at least not to you. Moreover, she was the one who took you away from the House of the Hearth. Perhaps the reason for this was your quick adaptation to her and the environment in general, or maybe it was her personal reasons.

Anyway, she took you with Liyue to show you the world outside the orphanage and it was just amazing. A variety of food, clothes, plants, stones. This was all new to you a few months ago. Now, unexpectedly for yourself, you missed Signora. She didn't take you to Inazuma and said that she didn't need you there. And now you're just waiting for her in Liyue...

"... And that's how Shenhe came down the mountain for the first time in secret from me..."

You were sitting at the same table with the adepts and drinking tea. Absurd. Ganyu was sitting on your right. She was a little red from the previous story of the Cloud Retainer. Shenhe was sitting on your left.

"Y/n, is everything okay?"

You were startled by Xianyun's voice and by Ganyu's hand on your wrist.

"Yes, I was just thinking. I'm sorry I didn't delve into your story."

You looked at the lady with glasses when Shenhe assured you that you didn't miss anything. Xianyun only turned away from her for a second on this remark. However, her gaze quickly returned to you.

"Y/n, you look pale, is something wrong?"

"No, it's fine. Really."

You lied well for your age. The reason for this was 'Father'. You couldn't lie to her at all, but thanks to your attempts and training, if you can even call it that, you succeeded.

However, ladies around you were far from the most ordinary people and you didn't take this into account.

"Nonsense! You're pale and sluggish."

Shenhe's cool hand is on your forehead.

"Your forehead is hot."

One phrase, but it had a huge effect on everyone present.

"Hot? Then we should finish our little meeting as soon as possible."

Xianyun was the first to get up from the table, and Ganyu immediately followed her.

"Master, don't worry, Shenhe and I will escort her home."

"But I can walk on my own."

“No. Of course you can't. Shenhe, Ganyu, could you please bring Y/n to my house. I still have that medicine left. It put Shuyu on her feet the very next day."

Even before you could react, you were lifted up by Shenhe. It was a bit rude and unexpected. It reminded you of the 'Father' and made you freeze on a subconscious level.

"Shenhe, please be a little more careful. It scared Y/n."

"My apologies."

You're like a rag in her hands, practically not moving. Finally, you come to the house, from which Shuyu runs out joyfully.

"Master, you are back. And, Y/n, are you okay?"

The girl watches as Shenhe enters the house under the guidance of master and puts you in Xianyun's bed.

"Shuyu, don't worry, Y/n will be fine. One will use a special medicine on her and she will be the healthiest of all. However, she will have to spend the night with us, don't you mind?"

"Of course not, Y/n is my friend!"

"Then it's all settled. One will get the medicine right away. Ganyu, Shenhe, why don't you check on Y/n tomorrow when Y/n gets better? She needs peace now."

"All right, Master."

By the time they said goodbye, your temperature had risen more and, while falling asleep, it was difficult for you to determine who exactly said this Shenhe or Ganyu. All the sounds began to recede, and the body began to weaken. You saw the Signora in your dream...

At the same time, in another corner of the Teyvat, Arlecchino received the news of the death of the Signora. What a pity. It looks like you're going back to the House of the Hearth.

#reader #platonic #yandere #platonic yandere #platonic genshin impact #yandere genshin #genshin x reader #genshin impact #child reader #platonic genshin #platonic xianyun #yandere Xianyun #platonic Shenhe #yandere Ganyu #platonic Ganyu #yandere Shenhe #Arlecchino #Signora

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sparkplug-eater · 9 months ago

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Chastity Island

My girlfriend decides to take a couples vacation. She tellse it's a surprise and I go without question, as I desperately need a break from serving her friends. On the plane ride I fall asleep.

A loud buzzer sounds, waking me up along with everyone other man on the plane. I'm strapped to my chair completely naked. I look down and see a small steel cage locked around my cock. The sounds of destress coming from the other men sound like they are in the same predicament as myself. The screen on the seat in front of me turns on. A beautiful brunette woman wearing nothing but a bikini bottom speaks.

"welcome to chastity island. Here, all women live in paradise as men serve. You will not be allowed to get hard, voice your opinion, or control your life. The lady's here have no dress code, where as you beta pigs must always wear your chastity cages. It's not like you have a choice. The cages are locked on. All of your wives and girlfriends are waiting off the plane. You are expected to treat every woman you see as your mistress, as they are allowed to use and abuse any man they want. For good behavior you may earn cock milkings, but bad behavior will receive swift and painful punishment. You are here for as long as your mistress wand, so be good boys!"

With that she blows a kiss, bounces her tits, and the screen powers off. The restraints are automatically undone and the men file out of the plane. The doors automatically open to reveal tons of women wearing varieties of clothes. Some wear fetish gear while others wear swimsuits or absolutely nothing. It's all designed to make them feel sexy and powerful while keeping us incredibly horny and denied.

My girlfriend finds me and orders me to kneel. She wears nothing but heels. She tells me to lick her ass while she speaks to another woman. I crawl behind her, noticing how the other men around service their mistresses, all looking horny and uncomfortable. I pull my mistresses ass apart and start licking the sweat off her asshole, feeling my cock try to get hard in it's tiny cage. I try desperately to ignore it and just think about being a good boy. This is going to be a long trip..

#flr couple #eat my pussy #female led relationship #virgin loser #female led world #locked and denied #caged chastity #hotwives #cucklife

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xoxochb · 4 months ago

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— once upon a dream

warnings: implied sex but that’s it pairing: apollo x goddess! daughter of aphrodite and ares

when you woke from your slumber you noticed a variety of things around you. In a dissociated, almost confused trance you squint your eyes as they flutter open, the bright sunlight peering through the many windows of the sun palace blinding you. stupid sun. what you notice next is the slight ache filling your bare legs, not quite fully there but enough that you know it’s there. stupid husband. you additionally realize that he wasn’t laying practically on top beside you, meaning— obviously that he had already gotten up to fulfill his godly duties. you frown at the loss of warmth and sit up, quickly wishing yourself into clothing as you stand. a long pink floral sundress- you smooth it out with your hands before walking to your vanity to fix your messy hair (although admittedly not messy since you were aphrodite’s daughter. she’d never let her children look as awful as mortals do in the morning)

when you finish touching up you exit the bedroom and walk down the many flights of stairs and to the kitchen where you fix yourself breakfast. gods didn’t necessarily have to work the way you do; they could teleport, conquer up whatever they wanted, change their appearances at their own will, but you love the simplicity of doing things the mortal way. you take a bite from your toast when you hear a noise from outside, a smile adorning your face instantly. you weren’t going to allow your husband to get away without a scolding though. you place the rest of your toast on a plate and rush outside to the stables where to much your assumptions was the sun god petting his horses

“you are an asshole” you comment, crossing your arms. apollo turns to you with a smirk, then a faint blush at what you assume was the recurring vision of last nights activities

“I missed you too”

you roll your eyes and pet the horse he has previously been doing the same too. “you should have woken me up. I wanted to go with you this morning”

“you have the rest of eternity to go with me”

you glare at him, the very same look you had received from your father. “you will wake me up tomorrow morning”

It wasn’t a request but a demand. however if you had worded it as a request apollo wouldn’t have said no to you anyways. he stands beside you and wraps an arm around your waist, turning you to face him, his other hand rests on your neck/jaw, fingers tangling into your hair. you sigh and ultimately melt into his touch. “I swear on the river styx I will wake you tomorrow” he promises, sealing it with a kiss. when he reluctantly pulls away you cant suppress the grin making its way to your face. stupid husband and his womanizing ways

“now,” you begin “let’s go back to bed for a bit?”

and you know the answer

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yigashimei · 5 months ago

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Here you are people some of my all-time favorite Genshin mommies getting all the love they deserve

Soulmates? Such a thing, who would have thought that out of everyone in this whole world you got to be the one with 3 destined soulmates

Why did it just have to be you?

You didn't even want to choose when they made you now what?

"Reader" "Ningguang" "Signora" "Lisa"

Warnings⚠️: Smut, Fluff ending

Traveling was your dream, a dream you wish to fulfill before you are not able to

Your parents disagree, saying you should stay with them so that you can settle down once you find your soulmate, you disagree

So you choose, either you stay and become miserable or you leave and fulfill your dream the only downside is you might not be able to know who your soulmate is

It was a risk but you wanted to accomplish your dream, and so you left

In the middle of the night while the colorless sky hung over you, it was a curse for you to not know what those around you look like till you find your soulmate

It was one of the things that help you know who your soulmate was, by looking in their eyes you will see a burst of colors all over you, lighting your once dull vision with vibrant and majestic colors—is what you heard from your friend

But alas you don't know how but you also have a mark more specifically a soulmate mark on your neck

It was a star with a crescent moon you don't know the color of it but according to your friends and family it was a night purple star with a midnight blue moon next to it

You covered it with a scarf so that no one can copy it again, so that the accident will not happen again

Well there was no time to dwell in the past, you are now approaching the land of freedom Monsdant it was beautiful even if you were not able to identify the colors of it, for you it was magnificent and that was enough for the time being

Arriving in Mondstadt was easy considering it was night, even tho the knights that were guarding the gate reluctantly agreed in letting you in due to the time, but thanks to this blonde woman who just so happens to be passing by

Jean was just passing by, inspecting everything before going home when she saw you at the gate talking—more like arguing—with the guard, she decided to step in and know what was happening

So despite her own opinion she reluctantly agreed on guiding you to a nearby inn to let you settle in for the night

"Thank you very much miss! I don't know what I would have done have you not step in to help me!" you said enthusiastically, she merely observed you before speaking

"It was nothing, but please be advised that leaving and entering the city at night will arise our suspicion to you, so please bear in mind that you will not do this again" she voiced out, strictly but gently at the same time

"I understand, but if I may be bold, what is your name?" you asked making her smile gently "I am the Acting Grand Master of the Knights of Favonious, welcome to Mondstadt traveler from a far" she did her salute with a warm smile "I will be going now, take care and may the wind guide you" she said before turning to leave

"Ah right, I wish to see you tomorrow at my office, please be at ease that I only wish to confirm something from you and regarding your arrival here" she added before waving and leaving you alone

Puzzled you just shrugged your shoulders and went inside the in to logged yourself a room to rest for the night

You sighed, dreading the next to arrive but at the same time, you were excited to explore yet another region in Teyvat, you wanted to learn more about everything here and around the whole world

Sleep soon took over you and the next time you opened your eyes it was already morning, the sun was shining and the sky was clear 'Perfect for exploring' you thought and left the bed to get yourself ready

Once outside you asked the people where the Knights of Favonious headquarters are, when you successfully arrived you notice a variety of people in different clothing around the headquarters

Confused you asked around and saw the same guard that stopped you at the gate last night walking around, most likely patrolling the area

"Umm, excuse me?" you waved at him, he then stopped and looked at you "Ohh, it's you again the gal from last night, what are you doing here?" he asked looking at you

"Oh, the lad– no sorry, I mean the Acting Grand Master asked for me to come here today, but I was wondering what is all the commotion about? There are so many people here" you said while looking around looking at the people

"I see, yes you are right, the Tianquan of Liyue is currently here hence the millileth are also here, the ones in dark clothing are here for the Fair Lady from Sheneznaya, I don't know why they are here, but you should got to the Acting Grand Master, she must be looking for you right about now" he then bid you farewell after a couple of 'thanks' coming from you

You then head towards the doors and went inside, asking another guard where the office of the Acting Grand Master was, they then point it to you

Knocking on the door startled the four people inside, Jean being the one with authority and owning the office granted you permission to enter

"Sorry to disturb yo–" you stopped in your tracks when you opened the door, locking eyes with three of the four women in the room you suddenly see a burst of colors, everything was beautiful

You could also see their eyes going wide from seeing you, suddenly your soulmate mark at your neck started to itch a bit, it left you gasping

That seems to have broken everyone from their trance, the first lady went up to you, she was wearing red and black, her platinum blonde hair was covering a part of her eyes, while her light gray eye are what you catch the most beautifully

"My, my, looks like this one is a fine catch, should I consider myself lucky for finding you here of all places tiger?" she asked with a smirk, looking directly at your eyes,

She was then interrupted by another person whose hair is also platinum blonde while her eyes shine like rubies in the dark, this person was wearing a midnight blue outfit that showed all her curves

"Who said she was your catch? I think you are solely mistaken, for I think– no for I know I have her as a big catch, right my dear?" she said looking at your direction

Before you could answer another voice interrupted you, it was a dark brown haired woman with emerald green eyes, she was wearing a purple dress and a matching purple hat

"Ara~ That seems to have been my catch good miss, you two are fighting a losing game for she already is my catch from the start, right cutie?" she asked looking at your direction

'How did I end up here?!' you thought to yourself, this was not how you imagined your day to turned out, you were merely planning to explore after meeting the Acting Grand Master and stay in Mondstadt for a week or two maybe three at most, not find your soulmate(s) in one place

You wanted to get out of here so you did the most logical yet idiotic thing you could think of at that moment, you ran, out of the headquarters and out of the city towards the path that leads to a small village you only stopped when you think you were far enough already

Hoping that you are you looked around only to see that you ran so far that your knees suddenly gave up on you making you fall to the ground

"This day just gets worse doesn't it???" You asked nobody but yourself before laying down to the soft grass beside the road, it was peaceful, the wind blows music of the bards and your problems suddenly became nothing but a blur

Yet you know that hiding can get you nowhere, you have to face them, you have to confront them, but you were also afraid of rejection, so a peace like this was something you are thankful for at the moment

Looking up you saw the clouds dance together, a simple show just for your eyes the colors they poses were majestic, like a rainbow dancing on the sky

You sigh once more before sitting up, looking at the road you are on you can see the vast green grass, the brown dirt road and the trees that hang fruit

You decided that this is enough and stood up, you patted your clothes to take the dust away before starting your walk back to Mondstadt

While walking you can see a few knights that were patrolling the area, still mesmerized by the colors that are around you, it was very different from the dull world you come to know of

After arriving back at the city you prayed with your life that those three soulmates of yours were not there at Jean's office if you were to return again

So you decided to go straight to your hotel and washed up, then to change your dirty clothes and get them cleaned for your next use, after that you went straight back to the Knights Headquarters to hopefully talk with Jean once more

Upon arriving there were less people than earlier, hoping that you won't have to run into those three was a mere wishful thinking, going straight to Jean's office and listening 'She seems to be alone now, good' knocking you wait for a confirmation to come in

Once you were allowed you slowly opened the door and went inside "Jean, sorry for running aw-" you stopped on your tracks when you saw those three woman again

"Sorry, I can come back later" you said in a hurry before trying to close the door but was stopped by Jean holding it "No need, come inside and don't try to run away again" she said before opening the door and leading you inside

Once you were inside she then closes the door and went back to her office chair after giving you a chair to sit on

You could feel their gaze on you, their eyes bored on your back, you tried your best to not look in their way as much as possible while waiting for Jean to speak up

"Now that you're here, I shall get straight to the point, Y/N upon arriving at the city, you have not caused a single problem, that is good and I expect it to stay like that" she said before handing you some paper

"Please fill this form out so we can confirm your stay here, it will also help us in knowing and assisting you in the future, you also have to send a copy of this to the adventure guild if you wish to venture outside of the walls and become an adventurer" she added before handing you a quilt pen

You started filling out the form but stopped when you arrived at a questions you do not wish to answer "Jean, would it be alright to not out anyone related to me?" you asked the blonde girl who looked up at you "Do you not have a family? Parents or siblings?" she asked back

"...I do but...I cut contact with them" you answered back "I see, you may leave it blank, do not worry" she said with a smile and continued on with her work, you then finished and handed it over to Jean

"Alright, this is good, now then I will give you this copy so you can hand it over to the adventures guild for you to join" she said before storing it at her drawer

"Now before another fight starts once more you can leave and take those three soulmates of yours with you" she said '...She basically kicked me out with those three!' you shouted on your mind when you left her office with the other people

"Ara~ Looks like Jean is going to be busy once more, what a shame~" the woman with a purple hat said with a sympathetic look for the Acting Grand Master while looking at the closed door, she then looked back at you with a smile "Now, we should have a talk, all four of us" she said before walking toward the opposite door of Jean's office

"We should take this talk to somewhere more private than a hallway, do you not agree, miss Harbinger? Miss Tianquan?" she added while looking at the other two who gave a nod before following her "Let's go my dear, this way" the other woman who has ruby red eyes called out before holding your hand and leading you toward the other door across

"Come in, have a seat while I prepare some tea for us to enjoy" the lady with a purple hat said leading you all to a concealed room behind the bookshelves where a couch, coffee table, a bed with some bedside table and lamps are

Looking at the direction the woman went you saw a long table with different flowers, fruits and ingredients lined up with some pot or cauldrons and things to make tea (you presume)

"None of you are allergic to anything right? Just to know so I won't accidentally put anything you are allergic to" she said while setting up a stove

"None that I have known of" the woman with ruby red eyes answered "I also have none" the other woman added "Great! What about you cutie? Anything you're allergic to?" she asked looking in your direction, you weren't able to answer just nod indicating that you also have no allergies whatsoever

A few minutes later she sat down with the tea in a cup to be served and a teapot, she put it down at the coffee table before looking back to you

"Tea anyone?" she gestured to all of you, the woman on your left with the dazzling pale blue eyes reached for a cup before drinking, she was then followed by the woman on your right with ruby red eyes, and just like her you to follow their lead, taking a cup and drinking it's contents

"It's very delicious!" you said before taking another sip, you heard a soft laugh, you looked up seeing the person who served you tea was giggling "Did I say something wrong? Or what?" you asked looking around you saw the other two people also holding their laughter but were also having a hard time doing so

"It's nothing for you to be afraid of, we just found your excitement very refreshing so it is making us happy that little things like these can make you smile so bright, my dear" the person on your right said with a smile, her smile made your heart beat faster, your face flushed with shame and embarrassment

They saw your ears turn bright red when you looked down, suddenly finding the floor more interesting that them "I-..." you tried to answer but was consumed with shyness

"There is nothing to be ashamed of, it's normal, so don't push yourself too hard Tiger" the woman on your left, she was quiet but still spoke, you just noticed but her voice was icy yet hot at the same time, it might have turned you on, just a bit

"She is correct cutie, and I am glad you liked how I brew my tea, if you wish I could teach you the steps" the woman in front of you said with a smile lingering her face

Still ashamed you just nodded and continued to drink your tea, a comforting silence overtook the room while you were enjoying tea

It was not uncomfortable, more like peaceful and relaxing, like a place that I belonged

The silence was soon broken by the beautiful platinum haired lady with light gray eye and a mask proudly covering half of her face "We should continue with the matter at hand" she said bringing her cup to the table and crossing her legs with her arms while looking at you who was beside her

'I'm dead, I'm so so dead!' you thought while sipping on your tea trying to ignore her hard gaze "Your words carry truth Harbinger Signora, we must get this all sorted out at once" the other person beside you said 'Her name is Signora? Wow it's beautiful' you said to yourself

"My dear you must tell us who you pick as your soulmate, it is custom for a person to have only one soulmate thus you must pick" her words hit you hard 'I have to pick one?' you were sad and devastated by the thought alone, it was like your heart was torn to million pieces by her words alone

"Now, now Tinaquan Ningguang, forcing her to pick without even knowing her opinion is something not worth it, because what if she doesn't want to pick?" the lady in purple said

"The librarian is correct Tianquan Ningguang, having her pick might only drift her away from any of us" Signora added while looking at them "Then what do you propose miss Lisa?" Ningguang asked the librarian you came to know as Lisa

"Hmm? Quite simple really, we just share her that's it" she said and put her cup of tea down, you were the only one drinking tea, feeling alone you put your tea at the table too "We share? Share as in we all have her? As in she does not have to pick?" Signora was baffled by the thought

"Yes, we share her, that way she does not have to pick and the other two do not have to suffer from losing a soulmate" she added "I refuse!" Signora said more like shouted at Lisa standing up "Like what Ningguang said she needs to pick, it's uncommon for a person to have a relationship with more than one person and you wish to share her?! Outrageous!" She shouted at her

You were frozen in your spot not knowing what to do "Weren't you just opposed to her idea due to the idea of either one of us drifting away from another if she ever picked?" Lisa countered her gaze instantly knowing what Signora meant

"Or are you worried if we share her, the attention, love and time she will give might not be in your favor?" She asked with a slight teasing tone, and based on the flinch you saw Signora had, Lisa hit the right topic

She wasn't in favor of sharing you and she is also not in favor of letting you pick 'Then what the hell do they want from me?!' you thought angrily, everything you do is like planned for you, yet you refuse to be doing this when none of them even consider asking for your opinion

They are all worried for their own and forgot that you have opinions and can make decisions for yourself, you didn't need them if they continue to discuss this without asking you first

It made you angry that this was all they wanted, that they never thought of what you want to do, of what your opinion is, so you made the decision to leave

Standing up you quietly and quickly went to the door hoping to not be seen, when you reached the door you opened it and went out making your way towards Jean's office

The sudden opening and closing of the door made the three of them realise you have left, they can feel it your emotions were all over the place before you went out, they could feel your anger, sadness and hopelessness, yet they have no idea why you felt that way

They all look at each other to indicate a truce for now in order to look for you, right now you were their top priority, to find you first

While they went out of the Headquarters to look for you, Jean looked at your dull eyes with her tired ones "Sorry Jean, but may I reside here for a moment?" You asked earning a nod from the grandmaster herself

You went towards the couch and sat down remembering everything they have said from the beginning to the end, Jean sensing that you are quite down at the moment stood up from her chair and sat down to the opposite couch from where you are

"Something seems to be troubling you Y/N, may I ask what it is?" her question caught you off guard 'Looks like she saw right through me already' you thought and tried to avoid answering her "It's nothing Jean, I was just deep in thought nothing too serious" you smiled at her

She wasn't buying it at all, before she could respond the door leading to her office burst open, looking back there she saw Lisa out of breath with sweat dripping down her face, Jean can clearly see that she was worried and looking for something

Putting the fact that you are here and Lisa is looking worried for no reason at all, she managed to know that it was you Lisa was looking for, and the Tianquan along with the Harbinger must also be looking with her

Deciding her next move Jean stood up and went towards the door, leaving you by yourself at the couch, once at the door Lisa looked at her 'It seems they have not yet saw Y/N due to the darkness in my office' Jean thought to herself before holding the door for Lisa and the other two, promoting them to enter her office

"The night is above us yet you three are here in my office, may I ask why?" she asked while they settle themselves inside her office, clearly have not caught sight of you just yet "Jean, have you seen Y/N? We must find her!" Lisa said her voice laced with worry for her soulmate

"I did saw her, but why must you find her?" Jean countered not revealing where your current location is "Acting Grandmaster, forgive my rudeness but we must find her at once, if you know where she might have been please tell us" it was Ningguang who asked Jean this time, she was breathing hard just looking for you

"Whether I tell you where she is is up to me, before I do hand you that information tell me why must you find the girl?" Jean remained strong, she must find out what happened before going forward "If you have no intention of telling me your reasons then forgive me but I will not tell you anything" she added

"Jean!" Jean was surprised that Lisa shouted at her, it was a first that it happened, Lisa has never shouted at her, this must be really important "You must tell us Jean! Please! I beg of you!" Lisa begged Jean, the Acting Grandmaster's resolve is close to crumbling, but she still chose to remain in her position of not saying anything

"No matter how much you beg me Lisa, my decision remains, if you wish to find Y/N you must tell me why you are looking for her in the first place" her words are firm with authority making the other three silent

"We made a decision without asking her opinion on it" it was the Harbinger this time that talked "We must clear the misunderstanding at once, it is our fault in the first place for not paying attention and asking her opinion before making these decisions that will ultimately affect her too" she added

Jean closed her eyes, she now knows why you went to her office, but now she does not know how to proceed with the situation, she looked at you past the three people in front of her, looking straight at your eyes silently asking whether she can disclose your location to them

You debated and nod your head at Jean, she saw and released a sigh "Fine, I will give you her location" this statement made the others happy even if they don't show it "Under one condition" she added making the three frown and gave a nod of their own "You three must make amends and let her decide, having only one soulmate must be hard especially when you three are from different nations, you must listen to her and try your best to come up with a solution that benefit all of you and not just you" she finished

The three looked at her and nodded their heads, they know their mistakes and wish to change that, they also want to make sure you never felt that you are some kind of pet for their entertainment only, you are their soulmate and they are very sorry they never showed it right from the beginning

"Good" Jean said before looking past them, the others got curious at what she was looking at looked behind them, there they saw a figure at the sofa before the light shines, that figure was their soulmate, she was here all this time

"Y/N!" Lisa was the first to walk towards the girl followed by the other two, they didn't take a seat beside her instead they kneeled down in front of her, Ningguang and Signora took a hand each while Lisa put her hands on your thighs, they looked at you like they were worshiping you

"We are deeply sorry, my dear" Ningguang started "We know the mistake we have made so pls do forgive us, it was never our intention to leave you out of the decision regarding our relationship" Signora added "We were inconsiderate, we forgot that you must also have a say in this, we should have asked for your opinion and decided base on favor by the four of us" Lisa continued

"It was our Mistake Y/N, do have it in you to forgive us, my dear/tiger/cutie" they said all together, you saw it in their eyes they are honest, they wish to make amends and make everything right

They were anxious to hear a response from you, it was slowly killing them thinking that they would have lost you too just because of their selfishness

"I-" you started but paused thinking about what to say next

Well you must wait till the next update because I am ending this here

I will add the smut in the next one, I am sorry this has been very late

I was so dedicated in my doing my real life activities that I ignored these stories not to worry I have much more cooking in my draft and once those are done I will post them at once!

I am very sorry again, I will try to post more often but due to school and my organizations along with this hetic emergency that keeps popping in almost every time it will be very hard

Once again I am very sorry and still thank you for your continuous support to my fics

This fic is dedicated to my friend @kurogane2512

Also the pic was provided by her thanks again for all the love and support

-Mei

#Mei Stories #GI #Genshin Impact #Lisa Minchi #Lisa x Reader #Ningguang #Ningguang x Reader #La Signora #Signora x Reader #Reader

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storkmuffin · 3 days ago

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One thing I've found very shocking about suddenly liking kpop 4th generation as a Korean who has never given a shit about kpop is how queer it is. Korean people know queer people exist. One gay couple even got their first step in some sort of parity recognition last year. We have out trans women who have entertainment careers. But we don't have like, a Troye Sivan or Chappell Roan, as in people are queer AND out AND successful AND discussed as part of mainstream popular culture. It gets doubly confusing because Kpop imported elements of Japanese host bar culture in order to foster parasocial obsession in the fandom for profit, so there's a lot of queer baiting going on to begin with, packaged as fanservice for straight women. And Korea is also extremely homosocial, where men and women almost never touch casually in public unless they are lovers but intra- gender physical affection is rarely sexualized, at least officially, unless you're literally making out.

As a consequence I'm surprised at how actually out Seonghwa of Ateez is about being queer and how his company lets him.

-He picked Troye Sivan's song Angel Baby to sing as a cover. Ateez don't release music videos for every song but they did make a video for this solo cover. The first line is "I need a lover to keep me sane," and the 5th lyric of this song is "Give him my all when I don't even have it." He chose this song. He enunciated the pronoun very clearly. Troye Sivan is also who he is and we all know in Korea who he is and what he stands for in terms of sexuality. That kind of out pop star in our pop culture has not happened yet in Korea. But maybe someday?!?

- In an English language fan chat he told a story about how as a small boy he would go shopping with his mother, and wanted to try on the pretty girl clothes but was told he couldn't. This is an astonishing thing for a Korean boy to admit, if the story is not about how this is how he realized he's a trans woman.

- When he was invited to the Isabel Marant fashion show and invited to pick an outfit he specifically said he wanted to wear women's clothing. He picked a dress to wear over pants.

For context: He's not just a Korean boy. He's from 경상도, like full on. My whole family is from 경상도. It's a very macho, very chauvinist region, even for S. Korea.

- The way he enacts rough macho 경상도 masculinity has the patina of a drag parody in a way that San's using his native dialect doesn't.

- In a tarot reading and then a Korean birth chart reading they left in when the reader specifically said that Seonghwa is "the wife" vis a vis Hong Joong, the group leader. The members may or may not know what will be said ahead of time but the production definitely does, and they're the ones to edit this so they can take out anything the band or the company finds objectionable. It's the choice of the terms for WIFE that is meaningful because the birth chart reader also said Seonghwa had the character of a 참모 which can be translated variously as advisor, right hand man, essential staff, loyal supporter. So he has that personality but his role in the match up with Hong Joong they keep saying WIFE. And he doesn't seem to mind or be upset by this when 99 percent of the straight Korean men I know would freak the fuck out at being called his business partner's WIFE.

- This is all in contrast to Jong Ho, the main vocalist, who is clearly straight. The way Jong Ho reacts to the set ups they have in the reality and variety show programming they make is mainstream heterosexuality, Korean style behavior. His not doing a unit song with the other members and instead singing a conventional love song, then casting an actress to be the addressee of that song in the music video was a statement he was making about himself but also about at least one other member.

I'm very interested in how this is going to play out, because Seonghwa has also said he LOVES his idol career, so much so that he wants to do it forever, but at the same time he's wearing Isabel Marant dresses and singing Troye Sivan covers about wanting a male lover, and we're just not there yet.

#park seonghwa #ateez seonghwa #seonghwa #ateez meta #kpop #queerness

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just--vi · 7 months ago

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Even though I have a zillion fest pieces due in the next few weeks, I wrote this lil birthday fic for @cancerravenclaw. It's just what you do when your best friend turns [redacted].

“Who are you into tonight? What’s your type?” Remus looks at him incredulously before huffing and dragging his eyes across the dance floor. There are pink and green flashing neon lights that turn everyone into a mass of moving bodies, features lost to the cheap smoke machine in the corner. It’s trashy. Sirius loves it. “I dunno, Pads,” Remus says tightly. “Nobody. Slim pickings tonight.”

Sirius levels him with a look before promptly turning back to the dance floor. In truth, it’s sort of hard to look at Remus and not spill it all. Hard to watch the light slide over his face, sharp and beautiful, hard to watch his jaw work around something he wants to say but doesn’t. James, always sensible, has told him over and over again that maybe he should just tell him. But sensible doesn’t work with Remus, he’s too flighty. He ditched his first boyfriend two weeks into dating because he offered to pay for dinner one night and Remus thought that would tie him down, he switched majors three times before he dropped clear out of school because he “just doesn’t know yet,” and sometimes spends long minutes in the produce aisle debating apple varieties only to go home with pears instead.

“If you don’t, I will.” Remus is like a furnace next to him, hot through his clothes, solid, muscles tense like if he stands here determinedly enough Sirius won’t be able to drag him back into the crowd.

“Fine,” Remus snaps. “Those two.” There are two men on the other side of the bar leaning against the same high-top table. Sirius wonders if Remus has picked what looks to be a couple on purpose.

“Them?” He snorts. “You trying to get into swinging? Have a foursome?” He can see the blush creeping up Remus’ cheeks.

“I don’t know!” He snaps, and Sirius almost feels bad. His fingers are so tight around his plastic cup that it’s at risk of splitting and spilling all over the floor. Sirius takes pity on him then, finding a rowdy looking group across the bar and gestures Remus toward them. They’re a pretty lot, a man with inky black hair that curls around his ears and sharp green eyes, a sandy blonde, tall, buff and freckled, a girl with a blonde shag cut around her shoulders. Nobody is hanging on one another, nobody looks like they’re on their way to going home together.

“The tall one’s mine,” Sirius tells him halfway across the dance floor. Remus flicks his eyes up and down the other man and back to Sirius. He’s trying very hard not to read too much into that look when his own elbows land on the group’s table. It’s abrupt, all three sets of eyes turn to look at him, equally intense. The woman moves first, lips twitching into an amused smile that feels a little bit predatory. It has him seriously wondering if he really is that easy to read.

“Hi,” Sirius drawls, giving each one of them another once over. “Haven’t seen you in here before…”

#wolfstar #wolfstar fic #fanfic #remus lupin #sirius black #sirius black x remus lupin #marauders #and they were roommates!

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gothicallybright · 2 months ago

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HOT TO GO!

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you fall in love with your barista who is chappell in a paris coffee shop. that's it.

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𓆩♡𓆪 A/N 𓆩♡𓆪

i see that there are very few chappell roan ffs so i decided to do something about that. there's no smut just yet so don't get your hopes up. enjoy reading! 𓆩♡𓆪

The grey mist of the Parisian morning slowly envelops the empty street, wrapping everything in its cold embrace. The trees by the street, devoid of the bright colors of spring, are already bare and brown, as all of nature gets ready for the long and cold winter.

You, wearing a pair of black pants and a leather jacket, walked through the streets, shivering as you kept your hands tucked in your pockets. The leaves on the trees by your side slowly fell down to the ground with each breath of air, while the cold morning air bit through your thick clothes. The donut coffee shop's sign shone with a warm light that brought you comfort as you got closer.

As you walk towards the shop, you feel a cold northern breeze play upon your cheeks, which braces your nerves, and fills you with delight. Do you understand this feeling? That familiar nostalgic feeling that the bittersweet winter brings you?

With another deep breath you finally stepped inside the shop, sighing and breathing out warm air. The little bell attached to the door alerted the barista of your presence.

The moment you take another breath through your nose, its immediately filled with a blend of smells: the distinct scent of dark roasted coffee beans being brewed, the sweet smell of freshly baked donuts, the rich scent of melted chocolate, mixed with vanilla, the comforting scent of various herbs mixed with an undertone of cinnamon, and also the warm scent of hot milk and cream combined with sugar.

''Good morning. Please, make yourself comfortable, I'll be right with you.''

A soft voice came from behind the counter as the barista seems to be crouching down, looking for something.

You slowly take off your leather jacket, placing it on the jacket hanger by the entrance.

The small cozy coffee shop is dimly lit with warm lights glowing from the ceiling panels. The walls are all different shades of browns, and are filled with beautiful paintings done by local artists on canvases that line the shelves. Small, comfortable dark leather chairs and couches are scattered around with dim lamps glowing from the tables. Soft jazz music is playing through the speakers mounted on the walls in the corners. The whole contrast just reminds you of autumn itself.

You take a seat a little closer to the counter, like you usually do in coffee shops. Your eyes slowly drift towards the window, absorbing the scenery placed in front of you when suddenly the same soft voice breaks you out of your trance.

''What can I get you, miss?'' A pair of blue eyes stared back into yours and suddenly you forgot what you wanted.

Was it espresso? No, too bitter. Was it cappuccino? No, too bland.

''Uh…'' You let out a nervous laughter.

The somewhat short woman with long, intense brownish red curly hair stared deeply into your eyes, awating your answer, holding a server book in her left hand and a pen in her right hand.

Her clicking of the pen made you realize she was slowly losing patience with you.

''Can I just get a latte?'' You finally mumbled out, looking down at your hands knowing that you just wasted her time.

''Sure. Anything else?''

''No, that's all. Thank you.''

She nodded before turning around and walking towards the counter.

You couldn't read her nametag correctly.

The seat you chose gave you the perfect view of what's going on behind the counter.

You can see the woman that just took your order behind the counter, the glow from the coffee bar lights illuminating her face. Her eyes are sharp and focused as she expertly moves around the tools around her: the coffee cup full of strong espresso, a large stainless steel milk steamer, and a variety of syrups on the shelf. With the press of a button, the steamer starts, and the barista quickly turns on the espresso machine, steam coming out of the nozzle as a loud hissing sound fills the room. Holding the steamer above the coffee, she waits for the milk to gently foam up until it is the right consistency.

As you were looking at the barista, you felt your heart race with nervous excitement as you took in all her features. Your eyes darted and fixed on her hair, which you thought was really unique and good-looking. Soon, your eyes accidentally landed into the barista's eyes and she was also already looking at you. Realization flooded your mind and you quickly looked away in shame, your cheeks burning red. It didn't help that you were the only one in here either, it's 7 in the morning after all. The jazz music filled the awkward silence between you and the barista just perfectly.

You decided it's for the best to just look out the window until she brings you your drink. You had your head resting on your right hand, watching the trees get slowly covered in frost as you waited for your drink to be brought to you, the window fogging with the heat of the shop. You slowly turned away from the window, suddenly finding yourself facing the barista who has brought you the drink, the warm and inviting smell emanating from the hot drink filled you with a warm feeling as the smile on the barista's face brought out your own.

''Enjoy your drink.'' She said, still a smile on her face.

''Thank you.'' You replied back, the shakiness in your voice being too obvious for comfort.

You were finally able to read her nametag. Chappell R. Hm, you think to yourself, how unique.

Chappell turned around leaving you alone and you noticed that she drew a heart with the milk foam on the surface of the latte. How cute!

You slowly sipped on your warm latte as you pulled out the book you recently started reading. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen to be specific.

As time slowly ticks life away, the morning fog slowly vanishes in the air as the Sun brings warmth to this usually colder city just north of Paris.

You lost track of time as you were so deeply engrossed in the book, just barely noticing the two girls that came in.

''Can I just get one regular espresso, please?'' One of the girls spoke.

''Ugh, Sabrina you always get the same thing! I'll just have a macchiato please.'' Presumably, one of her friends replied.

You watched as Chappell wrote down the orders and went back to the counter.

Chappell was pouring the hot milk into the espresso cup, when the hot steam of the milk hit her face, causing her to jerk her arm holding the steel milk container. A loud clang can be heard and the container flew out of her grip spilling the hot liquid all over the counter and her hands, soaking her black apron and jeans at the same time. She yelped in pain, the hot liquid leaving red marks on her hands and clothes. Seeing the mess she made, she quickly turned around to see if anyone saw, only to find you staring at her wide-eyed.

You quickly put down the book and rushed to her aid.

''Are you alright? Let me help you with that!'' You quickly grabbed some napkins and went around the counter to help her clean up the spill. You reached over and started helping her clean the counter, taking a few quick looks at her hands as both of your hands brushed against eachother touching for each wipe of the spill.

Feeling satisfied with your clean-up, wiping your hands on clean napkins, you threw away the stained ones. This whole mess leaving you both with the aftermath of the spill, the smell of milk, combined with coffee and chocolate lingering everywhere. Chappell's apron and jeans were soaked as the espresso shot sat there untouched on the counter, still hot.

Chappell didn't have any other clothes and you decided to offer her your leather jacket which she accepted with a shy smile and a nod of gratitude. She put the jacket over her soaked clothes. You realized that this is a pretty hard one-person job so you decided to help her work. After that you started working together, Chappell reluctantly accepting your help because she thinks she brought you enough trouble for the day. You slowly started getting acquainted with how the work went. Together you worked hard, keeping costumers satisfied and at bay. The smell of the pastries and coffee filling the area as you worked in tandem. Your shoulders occasionally brushed, letting out a mix of scents: sweet pastries, chocolate and sweet coffee, and your cheap perfume that you bought on sale.

When the clock finally struck 6PM, the donut coffee shop finally closed and you were standing outside of it with Chappell, the rain soaking you both and the northern breeze occassionally shivering you both.

''Thank you so much for helping me today.'' She told you, her soft spoken voice warming you up.

''No worries. I personally think it was fun.'' You laughed a little, earning a smile from her.

''So? See you tomorrow, same time?'' You asked, hoping for a positive answer.

''No. See you tonight.'' She winked at you as she handed you a folded piece of paper.

It was her number.

#chappell roan #wlw post #wlw #sapphic #lesbian #wlw yearning #cozy vibes #chappell roan x reader #fem reader

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writeforfandoms · 11 months ago

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The Name of the Wind 2

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A new day brings more talks and planning for the future. Oh, and dragons.

Part two of my submission for the Alejandro challenge hosted by @glitterypirateduck This chapter I used "Nothing is ever that simple."

Warnings: Swearing, black humor, lil bit of politics/social norms, fantasy au, fantasy au rules.

Word count: 1.8k

Eventual Alejandro Vargas x f!reader

Fortunately, you were already awake and ready when someone came to get you in the morning. The young woman wore the same kind of dark, simple clothes that the riders here seemed to favor, black hair braided back away from her face. Her smile was kind as she led you to the dining hall.

In the daylight, the dining hall was bigger than you remembered, with several rectangular tables and benches providing plenty of places to sit. Alejandro waved to you, seated at a table in the middle of the room. The others around him moved over to make a space for you. Someone set a clean plate in front of you, while others passed dishes of food around again.

“Good morning,” you greeted a little cautiously, overwhelmed at the casual kindness.

“Did you sleep well?” Alejandro's eyes twinkled in the morning light, like he found you amusing. Better than annoying.

“Very well. Thank you.” You managed a little smile, trying not to gape at the food. This table alone held much more variety than you were used to seeing.

“Some of my riders,” Alejandro told you, motioning to the men and women around him. “Rodolfo will be with us today.”

You nodded to Rodolfo, who looked more stoic than Alejandro. At least for now. He returned the nod, giving you a quick, assessing once-over. You were getting used to that.

“After breakfast, we will continue discussing your circumstances.” Alejandro held your gaze for a moment, waiting for your nod, before he picked up a mug and took a sip. The conversation around you resumed, discussions of training and rotations. You let the words wash over you - you didn’t know any of the names, so a lot of it meant nothing to you.

No sooner had you pushed your plate away than the riders around you stood. You scrambled to your feet as well, looking to Alejandro for guidance. He let the others go first, and then guided you out of the hall. Rodolfo fell into step behind you, his steps nearly silent.

“Still wish for a job here?” Alejandro asked as he walked.

“Why wouldn’t I?” You smiled rather wryly. “Walked all the way here.”

“You did.” He turned down a different corridor, this one leading further away from the natural light. “Were you followed?”

“In that downpour? No.” You shook your head. “Everyone sane stayed where it was dry.”

He flashed a grin at you, sharply amused. “And this should make me want to let you work here?”

You huffed a little laugh. “Maybe not,” you admitted. “But I’ve seen harnesses before. Even with regular care, they take a beating.”

Alejandro nodded. “You are correct,” he agreed, even as the roof started to rise and the passageway opened up into a cavern. “They do. You would not have a shortage of work here.”

Your eyes went wide as you craned your head back, trying to see the top of the cavern. You couldn’t. You could see how smaller spaces honeycombed the inside of the mountain, sunlight bleeding through some of them. But Alejandro didn’t pause, and behind you Rodolfo had to clear his throat to get you to hustle after Alejandro again.

Alejandro moved to the far side of the cavern, the light growing brighter as he walked. The cavern lowered again, still much taller than you but not so enormous anymore, until morning sunlight nearly blinded you. An easy exit.

But Alejandro didn’t quite go outside. He turned and went into a room just off to the side, nearly hidden by the brilliance of the morning.

“A few of the harnesses,” he told you, motioning to a series of pegs on the wall holding up connected straps of leather. “These need repairs. We have extras.”

You nodded, tipping your head as you examined the one nearest you. Honestly, you weren’t sure how it worked, but you could learn. That much you were confident about. “Once I know how these work, I can repair them.”

Alejandro chuckled. “Your confidence does you credit,” he agreed. “But that’s not all.”

“What else?” You turned to look at him, curious.

“The dragons, of course.” He grinned again, striding out of the room. Rodolfo sighed with amusement but motioned you out first.

A little wary and a little curious, you followed.

Alejandro walked fearlessly up to an enormous brown dragon, the color of rich wet earth. The dragon lowered its wedge-shaped head, one big eye blinking down at the rider, and made… a noise. It was deep and rumbly, but beyond that? You didn’t have the words to describe it.

The dragon made Alejandro look small, standing more than twice his height at the shoulder, wings folded neatly against its back.

“This is Caba.” Alejandro patted the dragon’s massive jaw.

You stopped well back from the dragon, leaning much more towards wary now. That was… a lot bigger than you thought. Oh, sure, everyone knew dragons were big, but… It was very different standing this close to one.

“Go say hi,” Rodolfo murmured from behind you, amusement clear in his voice. You cleared your throat, nervous, but stepped forward slowly. Alejandro watched you, mostly suppressing his grin.

“Hi, Caba.” You really weren’t sure what you were doing, so you stood awkwardly, eyes wide. The dragon was somehow impossibly bigger from this close.

The dragon peered down at you, blinking slowly. Then it huffed out a breath.

“He is nearly the biggest in the garrison,” Alejandro told you casually, as if you weren’t still reeling from being this close to an actual dragon. “But you would still need to make repairs for all the dragons here.”

Ah. Yes. That was an excellent point. “I can do it,” you reiterated stubbornly, even though the thought of being so close to dragons often made you nervous. You’d just… muscle through. Figure it out. You could do that.

Still better than marrying a man you suspected would be your death.

“Good.” Alejandro grinned. “We’ll find you a permanent room and give you the rest of the tour, then.”

You blinked. “Just like that?”

Alejandro shrugged, hand still on the dragon’s jaw. “Nothing is ever that simple,” he said, looking past you to Rodolfo. “If your would-be husband discovers you are here, he could cause trouble.”

“If,” you grumbled, looking down. “Nobody knows where I went. I left no note.”

Alejandro hummed but seemed content to drop the subject. “Come,” he said, giving Caba one last pat to the jaw. “I will show you the rest of the garrison.”

He was as good as his word, personally taking you around to show you everything. Well. Most everything. He didn’t take you up to the dragons’ sleeping area, nor did he show you the riders’ quarters. But he did show you everything else, from the kitchen to the bathing facilities to the overlook.

The overlook in particular was your new favorite spot. Sure, it was a bit of a hike up to it, but well worth it.

A space had been cleared using the mountain as a natural shelter to provide half-walls and a ceiling, while a thick wooden door blocked the stairway from the cold air. Two chairs seemed to have permanent residence in the overlook. The rest was open to the elements, which made for a cold but beautiful viewing area. From there, you could easily see out over the river valley, the river swollen from the recent rain. The valley stretched for a long ways, the far mountains distant and bluish.

“How far away is that?” You asked, hushed despite the fact that it was just the three of you up there.

“Not so far as you think,” Alejandro answered, leaning one hip against the half-wall next to you. “Less than an hour on dragonback.” His gaze clouded, anger burrowing his brow and twisting the corners of his lips. “Less, for a wyvern.”

You nodded slowly. You'd never seen a wyvern either, and you knew exactly why that was. Because of this garrison. The first line of defense against the wyverns. “What lives in that valley?”

“Deer, rabbits, other game. Various birds. Sometimes we see larger animals, but not often.” Alejandro didn't look at the valley, though, gaze still focused on the distant mountains.

“Is someone up here all the time?” You shifted your weight, the weight of Alejandro's anger making you… almost nervous. On edge.

“No,” Rodolfo answered this time, from behind you. “We have rotating watches elsewhere. This was carved out long ago, but seldom used now.”

You nodded, chewing lightly on your bottom lip as you looked between the two men. They both seemed focused on the distant mountains, and you wondered briefly if they could see anything more than you could.

“Do you see wyverns a lot?” The question passed your lips without permission, leaving your face warm under the weight of two stares.

“Depends on how you define ‘a lot’,” Alejandro said with a little huff, dryly amused. “More than most. Not daily. Not even weekly. Sometimes it's months in between attacks.” He shrugged once before crossing his arms over his chest. “But if you stay, you will see them.” He turned his gaze on you again finally, unwavering and hard. Warning you, you realized.

He wasn't just showing you the view. He was reminding you the purpose of this garrison, what you'd be risking if you stayed.

Your lips quirked in something like humor. “Still better than dying on my way to the coast,” you quipped. You could handle this. Sure, it was a bit scary. But you could do this.

To keep your freedom, your passion, you would.

Alejandro nodded once, approval in his eyes even as he stepped back from the wall. “Good.” He smirked faintly, motioning you to follow again. “What other supplies do you need?”

The question made you pause at the top of the stairs, a considering hum leaving you. “I brought some tools with me. I'd need to see what else you have here.”

“Easily done.” Alejandro didn't pause until the three of you were back in the main hall again. “Take the rest of the day. Get used to being here. Tomorrow, I expect you ready to start.”

You smiled, feeling more secure than you had since your father died. “I'll be ready.”

It wasn't until you watched the two leave, footsteps nearly perfectly in sync, that you breathed out slowly.

Okay. You'd make things work. This was your best choice, your best option.

Alejandro paused at the end of the hall, those dark eyes holding your gaze for a long moment before he was gone.

New plan.

You'd make things work, and not find Alejandro attractive.

#amor a alejandro #dragon riders au #the name of the wind #alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro vargas x you #f!reader

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dead-lights · 10 months ago

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household // 1910s caleb & lilith & lily [DOWNLOAD]

It's so much fun throwing the Vatores into random historical eras. This is what you'll get if you throw my late Edwardian Zhu-Vatore household into your game! I may have gone a bit overboard.

↓↓↓ tl;dr household download link & required cc below the cut ↓↓↓

There's absolutely gorgeous Edwardian cc out there, so I collected it for you 💖

The Edwardian era was marked by excess and conspicuous consumption. They liked big hair and big hats, and by the end of the period people had come to agree that the sexiest shape a woman can be is cylindrical.

Caleb, Lily, and Lilith really pull off the look. Neither lady is particularly cylindrical, but they look great in these dresses and absolutely rock the Gibson Girl updo and fancy hats.

I aged Lily down and changed her hair color, removed Lilith's tattoos, and gave Caleb a basic dark form, but no other changes. I tried to make them cousins? But when I loaded the household onto my laptop, they weren't cousins anymore :(

You'll need Vintage Glamour, in addition to Vampires and Werewolves. A few of Caleb's outfits and his hair are from VG and you CANNOT pair side bangs with Edwardian clothing. It's a fashion law.

In order to cut back on the amount of cc, there's less variety of hats, hair, gloves, and shoes than I'd like. I also didn't include jewelry. If people are interested, I can put together a list of supplementary cc that can be swapped in.

Please tag me @dead-lights if you use these for anything! I'd love to see my pixel buddies walking around in other people's saves.

Now buckle up, y'all. This gets long.

download household [SFS]

Extract that into your Tray folder (in the same folder as your Mods folder). You should see the household in CAS when you open your gallery.

required cc

@happylifesims

fedora shape no. 2

peaky blinders outfit

wilbur outfit

1920s coat

rose's boarding outfit

rose's dinner dress

rose's lunch dress

rose's flying dress

rose’s jump dress

rose's swim dress

1910s day dress 01

my recolor of day dress 01

1910s day dress 02

1920s nightgown

@historicalsimslife

men's casual edwardian suit

edwardian men's underwear + sleep wear

edwardian women's hat + coat

edwardian women's nightgown

@gilded-ghosts

the hartfield shoes

summer swells dress

flower accessory

gilded gibson hair

fanny's finery gown (dropbox)

perfectly plain skirt

clair de lune nightgown (dropbox)

promenade dress

demure day dress (dropbox)

astor dress (direct link)

coquette corset (dropbox)

@linzlu

picnic tops 2 & 3

bathing belle

florence outwear (direct link)

miss scarlet evening gown

hattie dress (direct link)

vintage swimwear by @eirflower

duchess of xviii hat by @rustys-cc

white garden gloves by rustys-cc

sunday hair by @saurusness

season's greetings hat by @nolan-sims

edwardian satin bow pumps by @waxesnostalgic

knickerbockers by waxesnostalgic

gibson curl updo by @the-melancholy-maiden

vintage glam hat by @madlensims

avery skirt by madlensims

scholar vest by @magnolianfarewell

edwardian huntress dress by @elfdor

tyrell by @clumsyalienn

bespoke corset by @dzifasims

my recolor of bespoke corset

fur hat by @lilis-palace

carla by @buzzardly28

hattie dress by @dancemachinetrait

"tea time" vintage edwardian hat by shawnthesimmer

lingerie dress by @javitrulovesims

If you're trying to replace the default in-game:

move this household into wolfsbane manor with the default vatores, then delete the defaults

use mods/cheats to make the new lily the vatores' cousin (i think mccc and ui cheats can both do it)

move custom lily in with the volkov household - use cheats/mods to copy her default relationships if you'd like - and then delete default lily. you will also need to mod/cheat lily back into the moonwood collective if you want her to keep her position. all three characters still have their occult rank and powers. she does NOT keep her special moonwood mill gossip dialogue - not sure why.

TOU

don't put my stuff behind a paywall

don't claim my stuff as your own

don't violate the TOUs of the cc makers i've included

Please let me know if there are any problems - this is my first time putting up a household and I'm only mostly sure I did it right 😅 I managed to get it to work on my laptop, so there's that.

If you're just here for the download, you're done now! If you're interested in learning more about Edwardian fashion, let me ramble at you for a bit :)

my notes

This isn't the most historically accurate set, but I'm calling it close enough - if you're interested in learning more about the era, Edwardian Promenade is a great place to start.

Edwardians had really weird, complicated rules about hat and glove wearing. For most of these outfits, people would don and remove their hats and gloves based on social context - they shouldn't be wearing gloves when they eat, for example, but should always wear gloves when they're dancing. It's hard to find consistent information about the specific rules, but I've read excerpts from the Edwardian equivalents of Miss Manners and Good Housekeeping and they are fascinating.

I found some great reference images for sportswear from Silhouettes Costumes. Caleb's athletic outfit is based on this contemporary illustration. The unfastened bottom button is a nice detail to have - it was fashionable for men to leave the last button undone, as a nod to King Edward.

The ladies have 3 sleep outfits - the first are nightgowns that they would wear to sleep, the second are corsets, with other undergarments still on underneath, and the third are chemises, which were worn under their corsets - the underest part of the underwear, essentially.

For an in-depth explanation of Edwardian lingerie, check out The Fashion Archaeologist's Blog. For information about Edwardian nighttime hair care, check out Sew Historically.

The girls are wearing lingerie dresses for their hot weather outfits - lacy dresses made with the same materials & techniques as lingerie. These were good casual afternoon dresses, and were sometimes worn without a corset. Learn more about them from The Dreamstress!

#caleb vatore #lilith vatore #lily zhu #ts4 historical #ts4 lookbook #ts4 download #ts4 cc #s4cc #townie makeover #ts4 townie makeover #ts4 townie #ts4 premades #ts4 edwardian #ts4 1910s #ts4 vampires #ts4 werewolves #sim dump #dead-lights cc

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mamiya-a · 5 months ago

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Playing dangerous - Mother Miranda/reader

Warning for explicit content.

Chapter 10: First date

Summary:

Definitely NOT the worst date they could have.

Eveline sits calmly at the edge of her mother's bed , swiftly kicking her legs forward, as she hums a long forgotten melody while hoping that her mother would come out of the bathroom already. The girl has grown incredible bored, waiting for Miranda to finally get ready with her peaky clothing style. Such an act can be a bit exhausting for her short spawn of interest, but she manages to be patient. She's on a mission after all.

It took Miranda almost an hour to cut the question of what exactly she wants to wear for her special date with you to exactly two decisions. Then Eveline almost gave up when she spent the next twenty minutes in wondering which of the two almost identical dresses to put on. At least her variety of shoes wasn't too great, as the woman is mainly keen on heels. It's not like she goes outside often anyhow.

Going through her four different jewelry boxes , though , was the hardest battle Eveline had to participate in. Because in that Miranda is really fond of. The way the little girl's eye was twitching in annoyance every time her mother asked her if she liked how a certain necklace or a bracelet looked on her could be seen from miles away. It took her a lot of self control not to excuse herself out her the room and leave at the very second.

Now , however, her struggles seem to come to an end. As the bathroom door finally swings open and Miranda walks out with her hair and makeup done , which is a relief for Eveline. The last two steps in Miranda's getting routine are finally done.

Per usual her golden hair , which shines even more brightly now that is freshly dyed, is slicked back, leaving only a few thin strands of honey coloured strings to wander over her face. Her smokey eyeshadow has a hint of red to it , nothing too much as she likes to keep it simple, but yet dark. The same goes for her mascara, nothing too heavy or clumped. The black , slightly winged eyeliner she's wearing gives a nice touch of sharpness to her makeup , and her face in general, as if she doesn't look mean enough already. Her lips are definitely more simply organised, but the light colour of a red lipstick is still present.

"You look beautiful, mother" - Eveline has always adored her mother's beauty. And not once has she caught herself wishing she can grow out to look like her more.

"So do you, sweetheart" - the girl smiles as her mother places a soft, loving kiss on her forehead. Miranda likes compliments, however instead of being thankful for them she often returns the flavour by praising the person who decided to compliment her as well. It's an old habit of hers that stayed over the years.

Miranda looks at her reflection in the mirror and her lips curl up in a smile, pleased with the chosen outfit. The dress she's wearing is floor lengthed, made of a rich, dark, green fabric, the skirt loose with a high slit on the side. She lifts her arms to observe the long sleeves that fall past the wrist, and breaths in, her eyes locked in the slightly deeper neckline her current dress has, unlike her others. The fabric is thin and flowy, almost like silk, but it’s much darker in color. It’s elegant, and perfect for a fancy event. She finds herself hoping it will fit your liking.

The tall woman takes a few steps to her large wardrobe and begins to search through her clothes for maybe the hundredth time this evening. The black haired girl knows her mother is keen on fashion, yet she can't help but wonder how does she never get tired of looking at all those fabrics, trying to find the tiniest difference in between them.

"Which coat should i get, Evie?" - the girl rolls her eyes at yet another question about what she prefers. At least this time she's lucky, because her options do have their differences. In her right head Miranda holds a long , dark leather coat while in her left she presents to the girl a shorter one , with a bit more fur to it.

"Why?" - Eveline crosses her legs on the bed , tilting her head in Miranda's direction, lost in wonder of why is her mother suddenly deciding to wear coats when she usually doesn't - "You don't get cold."

"But she does, sweetheart." - one of the two outer garments lands with a tug on the bed covers close to Eveline, with a little bit of closer observation the girl finds the leather coat positioned next to her - "And i don't want to be rude."

A mere excuse Miranda uses to hide her affection. It forces a smile out of Eveline.

"I'm not sure i like this necklace enough..." - the girl's smile drops down in disappointment and she grimaces when her mother removes the golden chain from around her neck and walks to her vanity, where a pile of rejected jewelry stays untouched - "Maybe i should try another one."

Eveline won't allow herself to go through that again. She's quick to jump off the bed ans speedily marsh to the closed door. Miranda looks distressed with her daughter leaving her.

"You go ahead and do that, mom" - Eveline waves her hand in the air , already with one leg out of the room , back now completely turned to the woman inside - "I'm going to let her know you're ready."

Miranda isn't mad at Eveline for disappearing. In fact, she can't help the big smile that appears on her face as the girl exits her chamber. She has always called her 'mother' , but never 'mom'. She feels unfamiliar warmth inside her chest, knowing that the awful distance between them is slowly but surely melting away.

*****

You swiftly open your door the moment you hear the double knocking on the wooden surface from the outside. And you smile. Eveline's eyes sparkle in excitement as you allow her to come in.

"So?" - you urge her to give you information while you make sure noone with noisy ears is hiding in the corridor. Then you close the door and turn to the girl in front of you that is practically jumping in need to talk to you.

"Green." - she burps out , then as she sees you getting confused she clears her throat and tries again, arms crossed in a series manner - "She'll be wearing a green dress. Very classy. Oh, and a lot of jewelry."

Eveline shakes at the memory of having to share her opinion on which earrings match more with her mother's dress , despite them being almost identical in the girl's eyes.

You nod your head , heading to your wardrobe, in hope you can try to find something in the same colour palette. You've made a deal with Eveline last night, you convinced her to spy on Miranda, then run to you and share in details what the woman is planning to wear. So you can choose something similar and both of you can so unexpectedly match. In reality you just really, really want this date to be perfect.

Your fingertips brush against several different to the touch fabrics before your eyes spot a darkish colour, wandering at the back of your drawer. You manage to grab it and you observe it closely. A dark green, sleeveless vest.

"How about this?" - you turn around in order to show it to Eveline.

"Oh, that's the same shade !" - she exclaims happily. And suddenly your confidence about how the date will go grows up, you can even bet it's going to be an amazing night.

"I think i can style it with those..." - you pull out a pair of milky, white coloured, fair pants along with nicely thick, dark belt. You place the two pieces of clothing together in front of your body , tilting your head towards Eveline - "What do you think?"

"Try it on!" - she urges you, already pushing you to your bathroom door , making both of you to giggle.

A few minutes later you come out with your freshly new outfit. To be honest you like how the colours go with eachother, the pants have always been one of your favourites , meanwhile the vest hugs your chest perfectly. You hope you look good enough for Miranda's taste.

"Well?" - you shove your hands in your pockets.

"Very pretty." - she gives you an encouraging smile which you return - "I'm sure mother will love you."

"Yeah, I'm counting on that." - you grin , turning around to face the mirror. You do look good. You've decided not to go too big with hairstyle or makeup since you don't want to overdo it and force a bad impression of yourself in Miranda's mind. You don't want to make it look like you crave her praise and approval. Even though you're ready to have an inner battle with yourself if you actually do or don't - "Alright, i think I'm ready. Just let me grab a jacket real quick and-"

"No jackets." - her voice comes out so harsh, yet unlikely for her panicked, it almost makes you shiver. But it definitely catches you off guard.

"What?" - you furrow your eyebrows in confusion - "Why?"

"It's going to be warm , no need for that." - she begins to explain, moving her hands nervously around as she talks - "Besides you won't go anywhere else rather the car , the restaurant and then back in the car , right?"

"You have a point" - you agree with her , retreating your right hand that was just about to pull out a long jacket from your wardrobe. You give the mirror one last look before grabbing your purse and heading out of your room with Eveline. Downstairs, where Miranda awaits you.

You stroke the base of your throat, already feeling nervous. A tug on your arm makes you stop and you look down at the little girl who lowers her voice to a whispering tone as she opens her mouth to speak.

"Mother is not very good...at dating." - a pause follows with a concerned expression - "Well at romance, in general. But please, make sure to treat her right."

Eveline quickly gets assured you will. Because that's your only goal for tonight. To show Miranda that you can and will treat her right.

*****

You can feel a rapidly burning sensation, starting from the tip of your ears and ending somewhere in the middle of your face , lost in starting sparks of a wild fire. It's not embarrassment, or shyness. It's a different feeling, unique type of admiration that fills your chest, making it tight and vulnerable, as the air in the room is simply not enough. It's Miranda.

She stands like a living statue, only good for worshipping. Your knees are eager to kiss the floor in front of her in order to give your hands the freedom to show her your devotion, perhaps your mouth will help as well. The exited look in her pupils hints she might order you to do exactly that.

"How thrilling..." - the sound of her voice has always been a pleasant melody for your ears - melancholic, sweet, calm. And relentlessly rough when it needs to be. Miranda takes a step closer to you, moving away from the main entrance of the mansion and the little blonde girl with honey coloured hair that give you a sharp look.

She observes you closely. Your clothes, your bare hands , devoid of fancy jewelry unlike hers , your legs, your chest, face...her eyes linger everywhere , boldly narrowing their focus in the parts of you Miranda finds the most alluring. Perhaps if you weren't so busy trying to ignore her staring, you would have seen her tongue wandering over her lips.

"We match." - you feel a tug on the edge of the green vest, the woman cunningly covers her gesture with the convincing lie that she wishes to fix your top a little bit, though both of you ignore how her fingers slip underneath the fabric , tender fingertips brushing against your abdomen - "What a lovely coincidence."

"You look stunning, Miranda." - not being sure in what exactly to answer her , you decide to play safe and go for a compliment. There's nothing wrong with that , but your mistake is that you whisper it to her for some reason. Maybe too afraid her daughter will judge you.

"Your timidness is adorable." - you like the way her lips spill in a curved smile , for the first time you feel unbothered by her mocking voice, yet something inside your stomach shifts in a tingling manner when she also leans to whisper, as if her words are sinful- "You're adorable, darling."

The urge to pin her to the nearest wall and kiss her until she's breathless might happen to be greater than your will to take her on a nice date , in hope to learn more about her. You only thank the two girls that stare at you, in slight disgust, which prevent you from doing that. Eveline clears her throat, caughting both yours and Miranda's attention.

"Me and Eva were discussing..." - she starts, arms folded in front of her chest.

"Not this again-". - the blonde woman's eyes roll backwards in annoyance.

"We both think we're old enough to be left home alone." - she continues to explain, meanwhile Eva nods her head encouragingly towards her mother - "You can trust us for a few hours, it's going to be okay."

"We'll be safe , mommy" - the younger sister joins in the conversation - "I promise."

"I'm not leaving you alone." - Miranda is determined to end this conversation rather harsh and quickly than having to explain to her daughters how she's insanely afraid someone will harm them while she's away , despite their home being kilometres away from the nearest person alive - "Alcina and her daughters are already waiting for you anyway, you don't want to disappoint them now , do you sweethearts?"

Eveline wrinkles her nose , a completely different reaction from her sisters , which smiles from ear to ear, clearly eager to return to the said place.

"I love going to the castle!" - she makes her liking to the old looking structure very visible - "And Alcina is so nice. She even lets us drink from her wine."

"She does what now?" - you always admire Miranda's protective nature that awaken inside her over her daughters , even when it's unnecessarily needed, like currently. However, you're not exactly in the mood for another lecture of hers , about how alcohol is bad for them , as they are still children.

Your fingers tug on her elbow, forcing Miranda to shift her attention back to you. You look at her from beneath your eyelashes, silently begging her to not start a scene. She furrows her eyebrows. You dig your fingertips into the green fabric of her sleeve, making sure she can feel the pressure on her skin from underneath. And you purse your lips, as she gives you another warning glare.

She sighs in in a relenting manner after a few moments of a silent battle between the two of you. And you grin , counting the way she walks past her daughters ,ignoring them, as a win. She's hard to convince, yet for you she melts easily.

"In the car. Now." - it is a command for both the girls and you, included. Noone dares to argue with the lady of the house and the three of you follow behind her like lost puppies through the double doors, making sure to sit patiently in the car while she locks the main entrance.

The road trip to Alcina's castle seems a little bit shorter than you last remember it. It's either a different path you're taking or Miranda just drives more fiercely than you do. The fact that she's in a hurry to drop off her children and take you to the booked restaurant gives you hope that she's just as eager as you are for tonight's date.

You enjoy the short conversation you manage to keep up with the girls from the backseat. They explain in details what they have planned for their current sleepover, turns out their ideas are quite interesting, you find yourself hyped to maybe spend more time within the strange castle and get to know the residents.

Miranda also tries to join in your little talks , however her attention is more focused on the road , as she's a careful driver. You can't help but notice she looks rather distressed, but you suppress the desire to extend a hand and hold her leg, that has been shaking in anxiety almost the whole drive through. Is she nervous for the date or is she just mad about earlier? You find it difficult to decide.

The trip to the restaurant, after she successfully delivered her children in Alcina's caring hands , is dead silent. In fact, so devoid of any sounds at all that you struggle to keep your eyes on the road in front of you. Instead you stare down at your lap , where you nervously play with your fingers , lost in thoughts of what exactly can you think of in order to bring Miranda's mood back up.

You don't even realise that it's been a few minutes now that the car hasn't moved , or that you're currently in an almost empty parking lot. The only thing bringing you back to reality is the feeling of two eyes staring right at your soul and then a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"Darling?" - you can't help the way your chest warms up when she calls for you, the hand on your shoulder brushes to the side , past your collerbone and ends up on your cheek, you lean into her touch - "Do you wish to go back home?"

It's only now that you acknowledge the fancy building in front of you, the shining title of the restaurant illuminating on the car's dark windows. You've already came this far , no need to go back to the lonely mansion.

"No, I-" - you stop, because you're almost certain it's Miranda who is devoid of the desire to spend her evening in that place , judging by the expression on her face - "Do you?"

She gifts you a smile, as she leans closer. Your lips are begging for hers , for her sweet lipstick on them , for a loving kiss. She doesn't do it. You feel disappointed when she just shoves you aside and you hear a click. Your car door opens. Miranda is tall enough to be able to stretch between her seat and your door with ease. Then she unbuckles your seatbelt for you.

You don't need any further invite, nor does she give it to you. You both walk silently into the restaurant, with the only difference that she takes the decision to take your hand in hers. And you make sure to tangle your fingers together.

"You're quiet , Miranda." - you voice out , looking at the woman across from you. The table between you and her is large , too large for your personal taste. You truly wish to be closer to her. No distance, however, can hide her motionless expression. You would say she's bored , if you didn't know better - "What's the matter?"

"I'm feeling fine." - she assures you, dragging the bottom of her wine glass on the table, gently shaking it - forcing the red liquid to stir. She hums. - "My mind seems to be wandering somewhere else, that's all."

You put your fork down. And you frown. You desire all of her attention focused on you. You stare at her side of the table. Empty. With only a half full glass of wine.

"Order something." - you suggest, letting your eyes to wander around the different tables, in search for the waiter. Poor young boy , so terrified of Miranda, just for getting her the wrong sort of wine. - "Perhaps the food will help you?"

"I'm not hungry, darling." - your lips almost instantly part to argue, yet you hesitate. The woman is unreal. She's in luck you're into her. And you can't stay mad for long at someone you like.

"Look , if you're not keen on the menu they have here." - you tap on the surface of the table, making her head tilt towards you. - "We can always go to another restaurant and-"

"I love this restaurant." - she declares, blinking slowly. Your eye twitches in annoyance.

"Then why are you not eating anything?" - you feel uncomfortable being the only one to have a nicely decorated plate in front of you. The food is delicious, you don't understand why Miranda decided to have nothing of it. - "Why are you so-"

Cold. Distant. Afraid even. It's clear to everyone that Miranda is slightly distressed sitting in this restaurant, on the large table with carefully detailed chairs. With you. She can't even look you in the eyes , let alone try to form a conversation.

"A believe I've made a mistake." - she lifts her head , dark blue eyes glaring at you fiercely from beneath her eyelashes. She bites her lower lip. The expression on her face is an unfamiliar portrait of vulnerability.

"What kind of mistake?" - her hand moves upwards and she wraps it around the base of her throat. You've noticed that is something she does when she struggles to find her words.

"I do fancy this restaurant, i do..." - she looks to the side. Your table happens to be in one of the distance corners, yet still next to a large set of windows. Individual, cozy, calm. A perfect place for Miranda's nature. - "But i have forgotten how much sadness it brings me."

Sadness. Is Miranda even capable of dealing with such an emotion? She drops her head down in between her palms. Gods , she looks miserable. You resist the strong urge to just wrap your hands around her and drag her back in the protection of her home.

"I often visited this place before." - a pause - "With her." - there's no need for names to be summoned. You both know exactly who is Miranda talking about. Though your chest tightness at the thought of the blonde woman using you as replacement, now that her Mia is gone. - "I'm sorry, I should have chosen another restaurant, darling , I just-"

"It's okay , Miranda." - you both breathe in and out, in attempt to calm the unwanted flames of emotions that began to build in. Part of you understands why she decided to bring you here. It's a natural place for her to be. And perhaps she thought she can get over her part issues if she faces the problem directly. She couldn't.

She apologises again. You follow the uncalculated movements of her fingers down to her left hand , where she begins to fidget with her ring , one of many. But you recognise it as the precious silver circle that hugs her finger all day , every day. And then you manage to connect the dots. How much Mia had to hurt her to make Miranda be inseparable with a simple piece of jewelry?

"It was from Mia, wasn't it?" - you boldly asks , tilting your head towards her gentle hand. She forms a fist with it.

"It was for Mia." - Miranda can't help the voice crack that escapes her throat as she dares to speak the name of her past lover , her nails dig into the table. - "A wedding ring she never...happened to receive."

Oh. So Miranda was planning to propose to Mia, but... something stopped her. You find yourself more than Intrigued , invested in why did their relationship fall apart.

"You can tell me , Miranda." - you let her know while dragging your hand across the table, then tenderly locking your fingers with hers, in an attempt to bring her comfort. You appreciate the fact that she tries , even though she fails, to form a smile - "If you think it's going to make you feel better."

You're ready to sacrifice the idea of having a nice dinner with her in order to get more information about her past relationship and perhaps learn from Mia's mistakes.

"I don't think I've ever loved someone like this my entire life." - she sniffs , making you shiver. Gods, is she about to cry? You don't think you can handle tears rolling down her pretty cheeks right now.Miranda is gifted a tight squeeze of encouragement by your careful fingers. - "Ten years, fortified by intertwined lies." - she grabs her forehead with her free hand , sighing slowly - "Ten years..."

"What happened exactly?" - you lower you face down, hoping you take a better angle in order to see her expression. It is a mistake, as you spot a single tear ready to drop from the hill of her nose. Your jaw clenches.

"She was one of my old colleagues, never to actually caught my interest...until we got a commun project" - despite her almost whispering voice, you're still able to hear and understand her completely. You wait in silent sympathy when she struggles to find her exact words. - "Among our other coworkers she sparked like a star , filled with joy from the fact that she was the only one to not feel... fear towards me. With her unique persona , weird yet thrilling interests and great passion for her work, she... managed to bewitch me." - Miranda takes a deep breath in , then turns to you, her eyes slightly puffed - "She was perfect."

Hope can be dangerous. Yet you cling to it. Mia was perfect. Miranda talks about her in past tense, you find yourself wishing she doesn't still perceive her as the person she once loved. It's difficult for you to understand how can someone leave the blonde woman in front of you.

"Naturally, i allowed our relationship to expand. I... yearned to spend every possible moment with her. I even bought her this ring because-". - another voice crack, tears urging in the corners of her eyes while she blinks fast to prevent them. Tight squeeze on your hand. A pitiful look sent in your direction - "I wanted to call her mine. My wife." - she puts a palm over her trembling lips as she looks to the side , her voice barely a whisper - "That was before i found out she was already married."

That was it. The thing that ruined their relationship. A man. Your thumb slowly strokes the path of her knuckles, showing her support while she processes to explain how humiliated she felt, only having the power to observe in awkward silence , while Mia's said husband showed up to their work place the day Miranda was planning to propose to her. Although she ran away from there , from them , from her, cutting any contact with her past lover , she was never able to throw that bloody silver line of metal away. It stayed in her life like a dark spirit following closely after her every step.

"A few weeks later she contacted me. Asking to meet up." - Miranda's fingers clench around the green fabric of her dress , right above her heart, and she pulls, tilting her neck to a side, as if she finds it difficult to breathe. But you know that feeling well , her chest burns from sadness. You swallow hard , eyes still fixed onto her. - "I stayed...even after she made it clear she just wanted me to satisfy the needs her husband couldn't."

"She sees you as a toy, Miranda." - the words bites her skin , both of you know your statement is perhaps the only truth feeling Mia has towards the tall woman.

"How can i just leave the person I've loved for years?" - the tone of her voice is very different than usual, it sounds weak - "All this time and attention I've put into our relationship would seem-"

"Pointless." - you cut her off , knowing exactly what she's trying to explain to you. The same flame has burned you too. - "Feels so unfair, doesn't it? You give your best to save that special bound while opposite of you - there's a person that simply doesn't care."

"Philip wasn't the best partner neither, was he?" - you force a smile when the waiter boy comes back to your table, you have to untangle your fingers from Miranda - though she doesn't seem very happy about it. Yet she surprises you by silently opening the menu and pointing to a chocolate piece of cake in the desserts dedicated pages of it. The man nods nervously and finds himself in rush to get away from your table.

"Well he was...for a while , at least." - time flies fast , you can't remember the last time you two were nice to eachother in person. Have you even been on a decent date for the past few months?

"How so?" - Miranda waves off the waiter the moment he places a small plate in front of her , the chocolate piece of cake looks almost identical to the picture of it on the menu.

"As childhood friends we were always close, we rarely argued and we were just happy to be together." - you begin to explain as you observe Miranda, pleased she's finally eating something, even if she just decides to skip to the dessert. You can take a wild guess where did Eva get her sweet tooth from. - "Our other friends mocked us about still not dating eachother in our twenties. So we decided to just give it a try. It worked out." - before you know it, she's finished with the cake.- "A few years into our relationship i discovered that he cheated on me , in the beginning, when he thought it wasn't going to last. Even though it was so long ago i felt absolutely disgusted with him.I grew colder, so did he. And our shared love slowly...died."

Of course there are many other reasons as for why you decided you're finally done with Philip. However, you don't feel like digging into unwanted past memories right now.

"You managed to move from him quickly." - she voices out, eyes widening when you nod to her , her hand searches for your again, eagerly. - "How?"

Miranda's inner self if desperate to know how to stop that aching feeling in her heart. Your lips curl up in a dream.

"I believe i have found someone better." - her eyebrows twitch as you lean closer to her , still the table is a large obstacle, but you can safely whisper and know she will hear you - "Much better."

Miranda laughs. You've never noticed that she has dimples , the tiny lines show up when her lips form a smile. Being this close to her has it's privileges.

For a moment you allow yourself to be taken by her beauty. Your lips wouldn't mind being glued to hers for eternity , even when your palms give up, grey and bloody, from holding her too tightly, too firm. Your eyes will continue to chase the charming flame in her pupils, living as a candle that even the wildest of winds cannot blow away.

"Darling?" - she calls out for you.

"Hm?" - you mutter, busy biting the inside of your cheek.

"I want to go home." - and you desire to fulfill her every need.

You are quick to call the waiter back to your table. And just like that the pill is paid and you find yourself in Miranda's car again, traveling back to the mansion.

*****

Your hand stays on the place it feared to touch before, during your whole path back home. Even through the fabric of Miranda's dress , your digits can still get a good example of how soft and nicely shaped for holding her thighs are. Especially your thumb , which dares to linger beneath the cloth , where the high slit in her loosen skirt starts.

The trip is silent, however, both of you enjoy the fact that you don't need to share words in order to be pleased with eachother's company. Miranda drives carefully, but eagerly to go back to the mansion. A sigh of relief fills your chest when the tall , dark shadow of the building towers over the car.

A low note of dying violin rings through the air as the grand entrance opens up. One of two doors is tenderly open for you to walk past it and into the mansion. When you do , another sound echoes behind you. A lock. Then you sense a hand on your shoulder.

"I am...certainly thankful for tonight" - the touch disappears only for a moment, before it can appear again, this time at the back of your neck , slowly tugging on loosen stands of hair , forcing your head to tilt upwards.

"I know it wasn't the date you expected, Miranda." - the unsureness in her voice is more than visible for you, she's not entirely pleased, yet she cannot say it was the worst experience of her life , nor can you. - "But I-...I enjoyed it. I enjoyed spending my time with you." - the smile you give her while searching to grab her hands in your is genuine.- "And I want you to know that I'd be happily by your side if your need me, when you wish to...calm down your thoughts...and feels."

Though the usage of the perfect words for the situation doesn't come as easily, you're safe to say you mean each one of them. The merest thing you can propose to her is to be emotionally available. A trait Mia clearly doesn't possess.

Your head bumps into something soft, tender and extremely alluring, which a sweet smell of... perfume, it's her perfume. You're able to so easily sense it , simply because your nose is currently rubbing against the base of her neck , where the smell is strong and intoxicating. Miranda has pulled you in a tight embrace, locking your face in her chest. She doesn't seem very determined to let go. Even after she moves and you find yourself pressed against the wall behind you.

"How i wish to kiss you, darling..." - she whispers, her breath hot against your ear. It makes you tingle.

"Do it." - your voice comes out too harsh, it can be almost perceived as a command.

"Not here , though" - she taps a few times on your lips with a slender fingers, robbing you from the chance to be kissed breathlessly. You only understand what she means by that when her lips tenderly connect with the skin of your neck. Meanwhile you allow her hands to run up and down your sides. - "Pretty darling... please don't let me be disappointed."

"W-what?" - you barely murmur, feeling your knees giving up, influenced by the impact she forces on you.

"I've made my decision long ago..." - about what? You wish to ask, but your words get lost in your throat when her fingers slide under your vest , just like earlier this night, with the only difference that the mansion is now devoid of children and she can add eager pressure to her touch. - "Prove to me that it wasn't foolish."

A lower button of your vest flies open, giving Miranda more access to your abdomen, where her cold palms decide to wander freely. She sets a good amount of goosebumps runnings beneath your skin. Your lips slightly part , as you find it difficult to breathe, when the continuous slow kisses on your neck transform into careless bites. Her teeth have a familiar sharpness to them , when they dig relentlessly into your skin.

"Miranda..." - you groan out her name, the sound is so casual at this point, it comes out as a habit. For your suprise she retreats to observe your face for a moment.

"Forgive me, darling." - you nod your head , feeling the tender way her thumb rubs against the fresh bite mark on your neck. It's only when she lowers her head back down and you shiver at the coldness and wetness of her tongue also running over that specific place , when your mind clears up and you try to reason her, though your sentence comes out as a weak whimper. - "I tend to bite."

Miranda tends not to bite , but to claim. To mark what she feels as hers. You're not surprised, because that is simply her nature. It's not the fact she wants to show the world that she fancies you that bothers your throbbing head. It's the leg that firmly goes between your thighs as she continues to paint your neck in beautiful red marks.

"We shouldn't..." - your hands seem too weak to push her away. You fear the daring decision to loose them lower , to let them explore her body the same way hers are wandering over your stomach.

"Really?" - she mocks, clearly knowing about the inner battle you're going through right now, she takes a hold of these unsure hands and places them firmly around her waist, as she leans to whisper just below your ear. You're almost certain she can feel how wild your pulse is going. - "Don't you want to take that tight dress off me , darling?"

"That's not what you want, Miranda." - not after tonight, it feels wrong. She doesn't seem convinced with your answer.

"I want you." - she tugs your hair again, forcing your head up so she can roughly claim your lips in a good angle. You can't help but moan into the kiss when you recognise the words she uses. Your words , she only repeats them. - "Please don't make me say how badly."

"Where?" - you pant out , looking around only to realise you're still pretty much next to the entrance.

"My bedroom, darling?" - she proposes, trying to put your now fully unbuttoned vest back in it's original form. You feel the air around you shifting as she takes a step backwards, suddenly you can breathe normally again. - "it's the closest."

You allow her to drag you to the said room. It definitely takes you a while , since she just cannot depart from your lips for too long. You did find yourself pressed against other walls or furnitures a few more times before reaching her bedroom, as you had to beg her to wait for a bit. Her eagerness is hard to tame.

Finally, after what felt like hours of burning torture, she reaches her door and before you know it - she pushes you down on her soft mattress. You can barely take your time to sit straight and position yourself before she crawls on top of you, palms occupying your flushed cheeks while her lips crash against yours. The groan she lets out vibrates through the kiss , influencing you to wrap your hands around her.

Her lower body shifts around until she positions herself right on top of one of your thighs. Then she slowly rocks her hips forward, another weak groan urges to escape her throat. It makes you so unsure in how to react that you decide to do the easiest thing - which is to push her , or at least try, off yourself. She's definitely not satisfied with your decision.

"Kiss me." - she whispers, forcing your lips on hers. - "Touch me." - your hands are guided back around her waist, they even dare to go lower. - "Undress me." - the high slit in her dress gives your fingers perfect access to her heated skin below the green fabric, at this point half of the dress is raised and crumpled just above her hips, she's determined to drag your hands even higher, as they are currently running up to her breasts. - "Have all of me." - her outfit is already forgotten story, thrown lazily on the floor, along with her bra that your thumb just so happened to hook up together with her dress. - "Do everything else but stop, darling, i beg you."

To say you're out of words is lame. And definitely not enough. Because your throat is completely dry. And you feel awful, having no idea what to do with practically naked Miranda, placed so lovely on your lap.

"I don't know how-...what to do." - you finally confess, trying to ignore the constant embarrassment burning the tips of your ears. She gets a hold of your face again, eyes widened, as she stares at you in surprise. And concern.

"Is this your first time?" - her eyebrows furrow , yet you can't help but lean into her touch as she tenderly caresses your cheek with the back of her palm. Her knuckles feel rocky against your skin , but in a good way. In a way you love.

"With a woman. Yes." - it's one thing to imagine absolutely wrecking Miranda and completely different thing to have her sitting on top of you, waiting for satisfaction, that you currently can't give. As you're unfamiliar with how exactly to bring pleasure to women, with having experience only with men.

Miranda summons a large smirk on her lips. It suits her.

"That's okay, darling." - she uses that sweet tone of her voice, which you've heard when she tries to comfort her children. So sweet, you can almost bet you'd taste honey if you dared to kiss her right now. What she does makes your breath hitch. Miranda grabs one of your wrists in an unbreakable cage of thin fingers, then guides it up to her mouth. She presses your digits to her lips , her eyes staying fixed on you and your heavy panting chest, then she slowly parts them, allowing your fingers to enter. - "I'll teach you."

Her mouth feels different now that is not your tongue inside but rather your fingers, which can feel everything in much greater detail. Her lips press around near your knuckles, her sharp teeth adding a little friction to the overall experience. Saliva spills around your digits, nearly the same time as when her tongue decides to join and travel along the length of your fingers. Miranda closes her eyes, trying to concentrate and make sure to have your fingers completely soaked before you can pull them out.

Good thing she decides to pull your hand away only after a few seconds, because you are absolutely sure your skin was starting to melt inside her mouth. Your digits come out with a wet popping sound , a thin line of saliva still connecting them to Miranda's lips , which she eliminates by kissing your fingertips. She observes her work with a smile , clearly pleased. Then her eyes fix on yours.

"Lower, darling." - you blink, successfully awaking from the short trance that made your mind foggy. Another hard blink and you feel your nails scratching the edges of her underwear. She tugs your wrist down, until your hand goes directly beneath the last piece of clothing she's wearing, if you don't count her heels. Then her head finds a cozy, comfortable nest in the crook of your neck. And she sighs.- "I trust you know what to do from here , given your...past experience."

Miranda finds a way to mock you even in a situation like this. It's absolutely hilarious for her to remind you of the night she caught you - hand in your jean , on her couch. Her little smirk cannot be missed. But she's good at hinting you she wants the same thing you did under her guidance to yourself now to transfer to her. So you have no choice but to obey.

"You're so soft..." - you murmur somewhere close to her ear , fingers now beginning to explore her slick folds, the fabric of her underwear annoying the back of your palm so you gently pull it away with your oher hand , exposing her whole.

"I know." - she says is proudly, scratching her teeth to your already bitten over and over again skin.

"So wet..." - you continue to whisper, enjoying the way her hips parts so she can give you more access. You drive your digits upwards, the soft pads of your fingertips finding her clit, slowly rubbing circles right above it, not giving enough friction to the needy bundle of nerves. You take pride in your teasing when she growls in your neck.

"I am..." - she answers weakly for you, in agreement. The familiar warmth of her tongue makes sure to present itself to your skin yet again.

"Gods Miranda, you're dripping." - your middle and ring finger easily slide inside of her , due to how aroused she is. When your knuckles hit her slit you stop, allowing her to adapt to the feeling of your digits deep inside of her. Meanwhile your thumb presses to her clit , helping with her tightness.

"Please..." - your nose wrinkles when her teeth decide to try their best to pierce your skin. Yet you stay still in surprise, not expecting to hear her beg so soon, or in general. You have more important goals than to wonder what role exactly she likes to play in the bedroom, however. So you just decided to give her what she desires.

The two fingers inside of her gentle work upwards, testing the waters. When she doesn't show much of a reaction you pull them almost completely out , only to drive them back , and repeat. That seems to have a good effect on Miranda as her biting becomes more and more painful. Even if she decides to bite your whole neck , it wouldn't be enough to silence the moans urging from her throat. You feel addicted to these sounds.

"Fuck- you're going to leave marks." - wounds even, with all that pressure she allows her teeth to give you. Your fingers are now moving with fair speed and enough pressure to make her hips buckle. The moment her mouth leaves your neck and she presses her forehead to your collarbone, the room fills with breathless moans , which she just can't seem to control. Is that why she bites so hard?

People tend to avoid the fire that burns them. That doesn't work for you, her teeth might be painful, but your skin feels lonely without them. A weak whine escapes her lips as your fingers begin to move rapidly in and out of her , with little care for gentleness, while the heel of your palm presses firmly against her aching clit. It makes her hiss. Miranda lifts up her head to look at you with a sorrowful expression.

"I never told you to stop." - she quickly gets what you mean, your fingers only care to stop their merciless pounding when her mouth finds its place back at the side of your neck. This time you groan out in pain , as her teeth break any skin barrier and both of you feel, while Miranda even tastes , the thick crimson blood that runs down from the bite mark, possibly ruining a part of your vest. She licks everything clean within seconds. Her tender kisses afterwards happen to be a good apology.

Even though you take pride in making her whimper in the crook of your neck , your fingers don't exactly seem to do the job for her. Part of you stays disappointed when Miranda position herself in a way that makes it easy to rock her hips , as she begins to ride your fingers. Her back arches, forcing her chest to shove in your face. If your hands weren't so busy in holding her waist in support, they would definitely love to play with her breasts.

She's close , you can feel the way her inner wall clench tighter and tighter around your fingers with every trust , with every desperate swing of her hips. She places her hands on your knees, nearly slipping and falling backwards as her now blood covered lips finally depart from your skin. Her eyes stay interested in the way your digits work her up , as she likes to not only watch others get pleasured , even when her orgasm hits her, hard.

She's a whimpering, shaking, perfect mess. You don't think you've seen someone that beautiful.

The movements of her hips slowly die as she rides out the electric feeling that runs through her whole body. She squirms , knees glued together, preventing you from doing too much while she's still sensitive. She lets you know she's alright by shoving her face back in your neck , arms folded around it. You wait for her chest to stop rapidly going up and down before retrieving your hand from between her legs.

Your fingers are damped with her , wetness dripping even down to your wrist. You lift them up, closer for you to observe. Miranda chuckles softly next to you, her head now resting on your shoulder. She parts her lips , expecting you want to shove your digits back into her mouth, but it's not hers that they end up in. Your lips close around your fingers before she can protest, or say anything at all.

At this moment you partly understand why Mia is still so obsessed with Miranda. The taste of that woman almost forces you to flip her over and spend the whole night buried between her thighs. However, you know she will want more than that. A tug on your vest confirms it.

"Undress for me." - she places a kiss on your temple, then the bed shift as her weight disappears from it. She removes her heels and underwear, standing now completely naked in front of you. Perhaps you've spent quite some time staring at her flawless body , because she clears her throat, catching your attention again.

She doesn't need to tell you twice. The vest and pants are history already. And with your own underwear gone within seconds - you match her nakedness completely. Her eyes linger from your head all the way down to your feet. And she licks her lips. Gods.

"Left drawer, open it." - she points to one of the two , not so large bedside tables, not even bothering to look at that direction, as her attention is stored specially and only for you at the moment. You stretch out to the drawer, swiftly pulling on the handle. It's empty. You turn to give her a confused look. She laughs, walking past the bed and next to the bedside table, her fingers press on the bottom and just like that , it shifts down - "Fake bottom, darling. Remember that"

Inside the nearly exposed, secret department Miranda has a small collection of sex toys. Big part of you isn't surprised, not even the slightest. Various and colourful, each one of the toys looks designed to give the maximum amount of pleasure. Her fingers choose a black coloured silicone dildo, she also picks up a leather harness and works fast to connect them together in a strap-on. Then she proudly shows it to you. You swallow hard.

"That's a bit..." - large, you're used to different sizes, there's no way that's going inside of you. Miranda gives the toy a confused look.

"It's the most i can take." - she throws the fancy looking belt on the bed next to you. You sigh when she takes back her place in your lap. Now that you're both naked , her skin feels even softer against you.

"Oh, you're going to be the one taking it?" - for some reason you thought it would be you. The other way around is also welcome, you'll definitely need more assistance with the straps, however.

"I need you to forget any experience you've had with men , darling." - you love it when she cups your cheeks and looks down at you, those blue eyes can calm you with ease everytime you're nervous , she places a kiss on your forehead. - "Because as i woman i demand more , much more." - you accept the lips that press to yours instantly, and the tongue that comes with them. - "Though I'm not that hard to please, once you learn how to work me out."

She takes a hold of the belt next to you. When she commands you to stand so she can put it around your hips, however, you stop her. Your fingers points to her left hand, eyes locked on the silver ring that still sits awfully around one of her slender digits.

"Take that off." - you frown, taking a step back when she tries to get closer to you. - "I don't what you touching me while wearing that ring."

Another's woman wedding ring.

"What ring?" - the sound of metal hitting the floor echoes through the air before you can acknowledge Miranda's hands on your shoulders. Then you just allow yourself to be lost in the sensation of her lips as you lick the many different layers of lipstick, wine and blood off them.

Miranda helps you out with the leather harness , making sure the straps are not too tight for you , while in the meantime enough to hold the weight of the toy. When she's done , she grabs your chin in her soft palm , her thumb running along your bottom lip before she leans down to tug on it with her teeth. Then to kiss you - the two things she's into , pain and pleasure.

"You like it when I'm under you , darling?" - though her tone hints she's asking this as a question, it stands out more like a statement. As if she's been in your head , through all the fantasies you've had about her. Below you.

"I do." - in fact, you loved it. Miranda works swiftly to change your position. It's almost like you're chasing her through the sheets. She positions herself somewhere in the middle of the large bed, her hand tugging you by the chin, forcing your lips on hers yet again. She's so very keen on kissing.

"Then take me." - a command, a demand, a need. You can feel her lips curling up in a smile when your hands waste no time in running down her sides. Making her grin even wider when you squeeze her soft hips.

The tip of the toy rubs against her slick folds once you crawl on top of her , she holds you close , her face yet again in the crook of your neck. Her nails, which she normally keeps short, now feel sharp against your skin as she drags them down your back. You enter her unsurely, strictly following her guiding commands, enjoying the way her breath hitches with every inch she takes. When the toy completely disappears inside of her, your movements stop, and you wait, letting her adapt to the feeling.

Her arms unfold from behind your neck when you lift your torso up, straightening your back and placing your hands on her waist. You run your palms on the surface of her heated skin, taking a liking in how she shivers under your fingertips. You don't even realise when you manage to roll your hips, only acknowledging your actions when she whines below you. The sound echoing through your head, awaking roots of concern.

"Miranda?" - you nervously call out of her, afraid she's in pain. The last thing you wish to do is hurt her.

"Move, darling." - she voices out, her hand practically shaking as she moves it past her stomach, down to where your lower bodies connect, but instead of helping with something there she wraps it around your hip, eager to pull you closer. - "In and out - baby, please."

You feel like it's her own desperation that moves your hips backwards, until half the length of the toy is out only to slowly disappear back inside of her. She crosses her ankles behind your back, locking you in the strong cage of her legs, to make sure you won't run away. You bottom out and she moans loudly, now that she has nothing to bite into. You enjoy the resistance of her inner walls as you drag the toy back out, with each slow trust she looses her tightness, while her volume increases.

Your thumb finds her clit and fiercely drags the hood of it upwards, exposing the pink bundle of nerves to your greedy eyes. A few quick taps land on it, sending electric shivers through her stomach. She gets even more aroused when you begin to lay lazy circle on her clit, almost feeling it throb under the weight of your fingerprint. She throws her head backwards, her tight neck muscles catch your eyes as she swallows hard.

"Good girl. That's- ..mm, darling more." - your cheeks burn at her praise , meanwhile your heart threatens to jump out of your chest, triggered by her arching back and messy sentences. She holds the black sheets in tight fists from both her sides as she stares at you from beneath her eyelashes. - "You can start m-moving faster... now."

Your hips are more than ready to obey her. They change their tempo to a more rapid one , roughly stretching her out as you pick a pace that makes both of you groan in pleasure. You move her right leg up , her ankle on your shoulder, while her thigh hits her stomach and you rock the toy deep inside of her. The sound she lets out is heavenly.

You like how she struggles to keep her eyes from rolling at the back of her head. While that pretty blue colour is one of your favourite things in this mansion, you can't help but feel a shiver running down your spine as you look at it now. Then your head begins to spin.

Cold. It's so cold. As your feet are barely touching the ground because you're simply running too fast. From what? From who? Fear merges into anger the moment you see the dead deer in front of you.

Miranda moans uncontrollably when you begin to pound relentlessly in and out of her. Your fingers were a child's play for her , but the thickness of the toy combined with your fast moving hips makes it impossible for her to think straight.

Death has always been beautiful. But never gentle. Why does she hates you? You're not a bad person, it was an incident. The deer came out of nowhere. You're sorry for it but...

You lean closer , your head now resting in between Miranda's breasts, her teeth and nails are happy they finally have something to play with, something to bite and scratch. You don't acknowledge all the angry, left marks she leaves on your skin.

Death is angry. Or confused. Or maybe too pleased. Death spends a lot of her time alone. Mother of many and daughter of none. She doesn't know how to show affection. She doesn't understand why you are running away from her , the woods are not friendly.

Miranda calls out your name , voice desperate. You ignore her , head too foggy to pay her any attention right now.

Death surprises you, thinking you would prefer seeing her instead of one mere corpse of a deer. At the moment you hate death, so you try to run again. Death acknowledges pain as a punishment.

"Darling...?" - she weakly calls for you. You clench to her, never stopping the rough movements of your hips, at this point her back is more than simply arched. It hurts her, you're hurting her.

Death is obsessed with you. Death hurts you because she has forgotten how love works. Her need to kiss you travels through her arm and instead of your lips - it lands higher, right into your nose.

"Little deer, please..." - blood. Red staining blood drips from your nose , combined with awful pulsating pain - as if it's broken. The crimson colour drips onto Miranda's skin, it covers her chest, her neck , her stomach... You're both unbothered by that. Something is triggering you much more.

"Miranda?" - your voice is full of concern ,as you finally answer her , lower body now completely still. Your palms cup her cheeks. Your eyes follow the colourless droplets that roll down from her eyes. Now those are tears you wouldn't mind licking off her face.

"I apologise if I've done something to offend you.." - she murmurs, trying to keep eye contact with you. Her breath hitches when your hips slowly restart their rocking again, she tries to ignore the burning feeling inside her stomach- "But if you're mad at me ...oh, darling please-"

"What are you talking about?" - you whisper out , placing loving kisses around her collerbone and the tender skin of her breasts - "I'm not mad at you, Miranda."

"Then be more careful with me." - her nails drag themselves up your back before she decides to shove them in your hair , for the first time tonight she hesitates to claim your lips. - "Can't you see I'm shaking?"

You wouldn't say exactly shaking, though her thighs are definitely twitching with every new trust of the toy. You kiss her forehead, apologising over and over again. Not sure if you should continue or just stop. Miranda is the one ot take that decision.

"Pull out." - she orders - "This position is not working out for you."

Miranda works quick to flip herself on her stomach. She gives you a playful smile as she turns to look at you. But you stay completely still and confused. How are you supposed to fuck her now. Is she mad at you? You wipe the blood from your nose. Why is the world still spinning? Your hands, they search for her, your lips eager for hers , but Miranda seems like millions of kilometres away right now.

"My hips, darling." - there she is , always ready to pull you out of your own mind. With her solutions for everything. Your fingers are scared when they tug on her waist, on the apex of her thighs. However, as her lower body follows your hand's demands and her ass forms a perfect circle you forget your hesitation. You break into her again, melting her back and forcing her face to press into the pillows.

Her golden hair rolls down and around her shoulders, revealing her bare back to your eyes and the mystery that comes with it. You run your hand through the weird, black and curved looking lines on her skin. They even have texture. Strange.

"Are those tattoos?" - you question, your other hand gently holding her waist as you continue to pound into her with a decent pace , which you make sure she enjoys.

"No...yes...please don't touch.." - just as you are about to retreat your hand she grabs it and instead guides it to her hair, where she makes sure your fingers get a hold of honey coloured strands. It's funny how you spent quite some time trying your best to be gentle while bleaching her hair a few days ago and now both of you don't care if you leave her bald , with all that tugging.

Miranda's body follows your desire to be lifted up. The pressure while you pull her by the hair upwards is painful but she handles it. Once her back presses against your chest and your force her legs open with your knees, she again lets out those filthy moans that blurb out of her mouth, with the new angle that manages to hit a very good spot inside of her.

Her head bends backwards, positioning itself on your shoulder. You wrap a hand at the base of her throat, feeling the vibration of every sound that eagerly travels through there, while your other arm stays firmly holding her stomach, you can almost feel where the tip of the toy is hitting inside of her as your forearm is exactly there. She tries not to break eye contact with you, though the nice blue colour is quickly replaced with snowy white as her eyes roll backwards.

"So close..." - she murmurs, more to herself than to you, a few silent begs slipping past her lips while she guides the hand that holds her throat down, where she presses your fingers against her throbbing clit. A few strokes there is everything that she needs for her second orgasm to completely overtake her. This time she's silent, her mouth is opened but not a single sound comes out. You begin to fear she might have stopped breathing. But then she cries out and you smile , placing kisses against her shoulder.

Miranda's body hits the mattress with a tud. And you let her lay down along her soft pillow, still and emotionless , limps twitching while she tries to came back to earth. And you stay patiently inside of her , unsure if you should pull out or not. After a minute or two , she weakly groans , a finger taps on your hip.

"Off.." - she whispers, tugging on the strap - "Take it off."

You obey instantly. Happy to remove the fancy belt from around your hips. You're surprised with now wet exactly you've gotten. Miranda surely works her magic on you. Speaking of the woman she raises up like a champion and give you a vicious smile. The look in her eyes is clear - first of all she's not finished and second of all she's eager for more kisses.

"Such a bad girl you are." - she easily consumes what is hers , your lips are quivering below hers , her handy cupping your breasts - "Making me loose control like that."

"Miranda..."

"Mira." - she corrects you, easily shifting positions so now you're the one pressed to the mattress - "Just Mira is fine. Easier to moan."

Her fingers find joy in pinching and squeezing your nipples. She's sat on your stomach, making it hard for you to do anything else rather than just arch your back, which eventually gives her more access to your chest, and moan out her name.

"How do you like it?" - she asks , moving backwards to pay attention to the heat between your legs, her fingers easily gather the wetness that drips from your lower lips. - "Anything you don't want me to do? Anything you absolutely crave me to do?"

"Just you." - you hiss out when she parts your legs, now having more access to your sensitive areas, which she almost instantly begins to tease.

"All of me , sweet girl?" - she laughs, flicking your clit between her fingers, while rubbing comfortable circles on your inner thighs. - "Are you sure you can handle that?"

"Yes , please...just-" - you cut yourself off , eyes widening when she decides to shove two of her fingers inside of you with little to no warning. They begin to plumb in and out of you, while she continues to torture your clit, all those sensitive nerves locked between her two hands. When she adds a third digit you can't help but whimper, feeling a hard to handle pressure building up inside your stomach. Her fingers are not thick, but gods are they long. Philip could never reach the places the tips of her fingertips are able to explore. - "It hurts, Mira."

"It tickles." - she corrects you, almost instantly forcing you to believe her statement. A grin appears on her still stained in blood lips the moment she manages to hit that rougher type of skin inside of you, right after she curls up her digits. - "Feel that , darling." - she makes sure to rub that specific place with enough force to make you whimper. - "That's the place you couldn't quite reach when your fingers were inside of me." - is this why she practically rode you to her orgasm? - "Feels good doesn't it? I expect you to remember it for next time."

Next time...?

Miranda lowers her head down. Her tongue replaces the finger on your clit and she begins to lick, making your eyes disappear in the back of your head. Though that feeling is too short for you to truly enjoy it. Once you're able to see again, you glare down at her and the way she open her mouth to let a large drop of saliva drip from the tip of her tongue.

"Don't you think I'm wet enough?" - you snap at her , feeling exactly how the tips of her fingers are starting fires inside your lower belly. You can't laste long with such a woman between your legs.

"The messier you are , darling, the more you can take" - she proves that by spreading her saliva down to your slit where the three of her fingers easily gather it and when she shoves them back in , they do feel easier to handle. She's smiling because she knows she's right. - "And i plan to make a big mess out of you."

Miranda proves herself yet again by making you finish under the next two minutes. With the help of her wicked tongue that decides to join for a second time , knowing exactly how to flick around your clit. Your hips buckle against her face , threatening to suffocate her , your fingers pulling roughly on her hair. All she does is moan into you , sending electric shivers up your veins that forces your head to tilt backwards and just like that Miranda makes you see stars again.

"I've been thinking about something you said some time ago, it won't leave my head , little deer." - you find yourself almost begging for her fingers once they pull out of you. You don't even try to understand the following sentence that she speak out loud. - "Care to say that you still hate me?"

If it will bring her mouth back to your aching core.

"I hate you." - you hiss out , feeling her body crawling on top of you, she lifts one of your legs around her waist as she positions herself right on top of you. Wetness merging with wetness, your still sensitive clit kissing hers. - "I hate you so damn much."

"So do I , darling." - one last sentence before she begins to rock her hips against you and you allow yourself to be lost into her touch completely.

In really however, none of you are talking about hatred.

Despite the fact that both of you were sweaty and breathless after literal hours of mindless fucking, as you had to beg Miranda to let you rest, you willing decided to cuddle, skin to skin , afraid the other might disappear if she wasn't hold properly.

That's why you aren't surprised when you open your eyes , complete darkness surrounding you, and the first thing you feel is soft hair spread all over your face. Your hands are tightly wrapped around her waist, your legs still tangled together from earlier. You place a tender kiss to the nape of the woman sleeping in your arms. You resist the urge to shove your face in the middle of her shoulder blades and just go back to sleep.

Unfortunately for you, the dryness in your throat is so bad you might start coughing if you don't drink a cup of water , or a few, to calm the storm down.

You bare your teeth, hating how loud the mattress shifts when you try to move away from her. You stop in the middle of it , looking back at Miranda to make sure she's still asleep. Good , she is. Your feet make contact with the floor and you slowly, as to not bump into something and hurt yourself, begin to walk to the door. Or at least where you think the door is.

A weak yelp urges past your lips the moment a hand raises from the darkness around the bed and locks its fingers around your wrist. You immediately jump to Miranda, who murmurs something quietly in her half-sleeping state.

"Don't leave." - the sleepiest, cutest sounding warning ever. You can also picture her with pursed lips , finding yourself wishing you can somehow see her face in the dark hour.

"Wasn't planning too, i just-"

"Don't leave." - now she sounds desperate, unhappy even. She tugs on your wrist, forcing you to take a step closer to the bed. From here you can see how she sits up and blinks a few times. - "Stay with me , cuddle me."

You're unsure how her arms perfectly wrap behind your neck. But you allow her to bring you closer.

"I'm just going to get us water , Mira, it's okay." - you rub your nose along her skin, in attempt to calm her down and possibly convince her to literally let you go for two minutes. She's been with you the whole evening , surely you can depart without much of a problem. Not for Miranda.

"She never stayed." - her unexpected sentence cuts you like a sharp blade. - "She knew how to tire me out so i couldn't move , let alone argue when she decided to leave right after we were finished."

Your hatred towards Mia grows with everything Miranda reveals about her. You tenderly caresse the side of her face , your lips in a search for her - the first time they try, they hits her chin instead, but then she helps you out and you share a much needed kiss.

"I'll just get us some water, okay?" - as you press your forehead into hers you realise you're not asking her to let you go down to the kitchen, but to trust you blindly that you won't leave like Mia did.

"My robe should be somewhere around" - she spins your body in the direction she's thinking of exactly - "take it , it gets chilly at night."

You're only now realising you're still naked. So is Miranda. Both of you don't seem to mind it. Yet you somehow get to the said night robe , still guided by Miranda. Then you continue down to the kitchen.

When you return you note Miranda is already long lost in dream. So you finish your cup in one big sip , while you place her still full one on the bedside table on the right side. Then you slowly make your way back behind her , eager to snuggle next to her soft skin again.

Your lips gift her with one last kiss , carefully placed on the shoulder, before you allow the cold night and lonely darkness to take you to distant lands of dreams.

While you hold your favorite nightmare in tight embrace.

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